The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 20: Victory Lap

Chapter 20: Victory Lap
{Akari}
"Bitch, we hit a million views!"
I’m sprawled across my beat-up bed, phone in one hand while the other scrolls through an endless stream of ManaGram notifications. My hair’s still damp against my neck, and these cute AF strawberry-print pajamas are riding up my thighs in all the right ways.
"No fuggin’ way!" Haruka’s voice hits different at this hour, all low and intimate. "Send me the link!"
"Already did, babe." I can’t help grinning as I watch those numbers climb. "But like... I’m kinda stressed about this Symposium thing now."
"Why? We literally just proved you’re the baddest bitch in school."
"Yeah, but..." I bite my lip, pulling up my student portal while trying not to chip this fresh manicure. "Have you actually looked at the participant list?"
"Nah, I was too busy getting railed earlier." Her laugh goes straight to my dick, because of course it does.
By the way, she’s joking. Or, at least, I think she’s joking. Pretty sure neither of us have actually fucked anyone.
...
(... not from lack of trying)
"Why, what’s up?" She continues.
"Hold on." I scroll through names, each one making my stomach drop a little lower. "Oh fuck me."
"Again? Girl, I’m tired-"
"No, really, look!" I screenshot that list of doom and send it her way. "Both that Lily bitch AND Miyuki are presenting. Like, major presentations too."
The line goes dead quiet as she checks.
Then:
"Oh shit."
"Right?" I flop back against my pillows, watching my tits bounce in this silk cami that cost way too much for someone living on instant ramen. "Lily’s doing some fancy-ass demonstration about ’Traditional Applications of Ancient Techniques’ or whatever."
"Probably learned those techniques on her fuckin’ knees," Haruka snorts, and god I love her. "What’s Miss Student Council President showing?"
"Something about ’Maintaining Magical Purity in Modern Practice.’" I roll my eyes so hard I almost strain something. "Like, we get it, you’re a stuck-up bitch with a stick so far up your ass it’s giving you highlights."
"Says here she won last year’s Symposium." Haruka’s voice goes serious in that way that always makes me listen. "And the year before."
"Fantastic." My skin heats up despite the stress as I remember that glare Miyuki gave me. That look that promised war. "So not only do I have to compete with Little Miss Perfect, I’ve got Professor Sato’s pet student trying to sabotage me again too."
"Hey." Her voice goes soft, wrapping around me like a warm hug. "You literally just proved you’re stronger than both of them combined. While looking hot as fuck, by the way."
"True..." I smile, remembering that rush when we broke through their bullshit Silence. "We did kind of snap today."
"Kind of? Babe, you had your tits out and still cast better than anyone else there!"
"My tits were NOT out!" I laugh, loud enough to probably wake my neighbors. "The uniform modifications were totally within regulation!"
"Barely." I can hear that shit-eating grin. "But seriously, you’ve got this. And hey, maybe that hot goth girl will help us again."
The memory of Reina hits me - the way she looked after breaking that Silence, all power and rebellion wrapped in fishnet and attitude.
"Maybe." I pull up her ManaGram, finding mostly aesthetic shots of those authentic Demonias and that protection-runed choker that saved our asses. "Her dad seemed pretty pissed though."
"Fuck him." Haruka yawns like the world’s sexiest cat. "Rich asshole probably deserves a bit of stress in his life."
"SO TRUE, BESTIE." My eyes are getting heavy, but I keep scrolling. "Alright babe, I should sleep. Big day of scandalizing professors tomorrow."
"Wear those Diamond Legs stockings again. Professor Chen almost had an aneurysm."
"Obviously." My grin could probably light up the room. "Night babe. Love you."
"Love you too, you absolute thot."
The call ends but I keep scrolling through that Symposium list, my cock half-hard just thinking about everything.
Miyuki’s death glare, Reina’s smirk, even that Lily girl’s fake innocent act that’s basically begging to be exposed.
I set my alarm, making sure there’s plenty of time to get this face beat for the gods tomorrow. These basics want a show?
Baby, I’m gonna give them a whole fucking production.
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My platforms strike against marble as I strut through the usual bougie-ass gates, feeling like that bitch (because I am).
Today’s uniform? A masterpiece in the art of "dressing like a cheap hooker on purpose".
My skirt’s hitting just high enough to give the student pres an anxiety attack, blazer tailored to make my curves look illegal, and these fresh stockings? The military should classify my legs as weapons of mass destruction~
Me and Haruka coordinated our looks like the bad bitches we are. Matching rose-gold hair clips catching light like captured, fallen stars, and this pink lipstick that makes her dark skin look absolutely edible.
"Akari-senpai!" Some baby-faced first-year calls out, waving like I’m her favorite idol. "That demonstration yesterday was amazing!"
"Thanks babe!" I throw her a wink that has her blushing harder than a virgin in a sex shop. My perfectly styled blonde waves bounce as I turn to Haruka. "Biiiitch, this is kind of wild."
"You’re telling me." Haruka adjusts her blazer, which is fighting a losing battle with those massive tits that refuse to be tamed by mere fabric. "Ever since that video went viral, everyone’s acting like you’re some kinda idol."
Another group of students throws greetings our way, and I catch at least three of them straight-up staring at my legs in these stockings. My cock definitely notices the attention.
[Mmmm, worship me more, basics! I could get used to this.]
"Could be worse." I reapply my gloss, checking my reflection (like a queen making sure her crown is on just right). "At least people are finally realizing girls like us can throw down magically too."
"Yeah, well, leave me out of it." Haruka’s ponytail swishes those neon streaks like a warning flag.
"EH?" I blink at her. "What?"
"Babe, I’m just here to look cute and maybe suck some dick or eat some pussy between classes. I could NOT care less about this whole stardom shit."
"Speaking of..." I wiggle my eyebrows like they’re doing the fucking cha-cha. "That supply closet on the third floor is usually empty first period-"
"Akari-sama!" Another student cockblocks my brilliant plan of losing my virginity with Haruka, clutching her books like they’re my bathwater. "Um, would you maybe... sign my grimoire?"
"Oh my god, sure!" I whip out my sparkly pen (pink, obviously). "What’s your name, cutie?"
"M-Miko!" This girl’s vibrating harder than my favorite toy as I sign with a heart and my signature winky face.
"There you go!" I hand it back, catching how her eyes linger on the goods. Can’t blame her. "Uh... study hard?"
"You’re eating this up." Haruka snorts as we sashay toward class.
"Maybe a little." I flip my hair, making these new earrings catch light like they’re trying to blind someone. "But like, can you blame me? After all that shit they gave us about being ’unsuitable’ for advanced magic?"
"True." Haruka’s hand finds my ass like it’s got GPS. "Nothing hotter than proving stuffy bitches wrong while looking fine as fuck."
To be honest, all I want at this point is to take Haru-chan to the roof and gag on her dick. I mean, when you make out with someone as often as this, it’s kinda hard not to think about that from time to time, right? And, god knows I’ve been thinking about doing that going all the way back to Middle School.
But, now? I am feeling it so much worse. Wonder what changed, honestly.
We hit our Advanced Theoretical Magic classroom. Professor Chen’s already at her desk, face pinched like she’s been deepthroating lemons, as usual.
"Maybe we can hit that supply closet after-" The words die in my throat as I spot her.
[No. Fucking. Way.]
Lily. In our fucking class.
And this bitch? While we’re out here serving rebellion realness, she’s playing perfect student again, uniform following every rule like it’s scared to wrinkle, brown hair in this sweet little bob that probably has angels taking notes, looking like she’s never had an impure thought in her life.
But those "innocent" eyes? Pure venom when they meet mine.
"What the actual fuck?" Haruka whispers, her hand tightening on my ass like she’s scared it might run away.
Meanwhile, my brain’s already switching to full battle mode.
[Oh, it is fucking ON.]
This basic bitch wants to play? Fine.
Time to show her what happens when you try to come for the queen.
[Game on, you discount kid’s movie princess.]