The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 21: Arcane Symposium, Part One

Chapter 21: Arcane Symposium, Part One
Honestly, I don’t know how I made it out of that class without murdering a bitch. I guess it helps that with her last name being Amano, she’s sitting far, FAR from me. Good.
Now, I’m heading to Combat Magic, where Little Miss Perfect is holding court with her army of basics.
Like, are you kidding me? One day in Class 1 and she’s already got minions falling over themselves to kiss her probably overpriced shoes.
"Oh my gosh, Lily-chan, your skin is literally glowing today!"
"What foundation do you use?"
"Did you really master that ancient technique in just one night?"
Her giggle hits my ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"Stop, you guys! I just try my best!" She whips out this basic AF compact mirror that probably cost more than my rent. "Though... I did find this adorable little shop in Harajuku that sells spelled makeup. The sweet old lady there said I reminded her of her granddaughter..."
[Bitch, please. I will literally pay you to shut the fuck up.]
"And like, I just think it’s so important to stay humble while pursuing excellence," she continues, her voice getting sweeter than artificial sugar. "Even if some others prefer to take... shortcuts."
Her fanclub gasps like she just revealed classified government secrets. Some twink actually clutches his pearls like he’s in a period drama.
I’m so incredibly pressed right now. My cock’s literally getting hard just from how much this bitch is pissing me off. Anger erection, straight-up.
No, that’s not weird at all. Shut up.
[You know what? No. Fuck it. Fuck this noise. Time to remind this basic bitch who she’s dealing with.]
"Heeeeeeeyyyyyy bestie!" I let my voice drip honey-coated venom as I strut over.... Kinda forgetting the current state of my dick, but oh well. Lily herself doesn’t react at all. Her army does, almost fainting collectively. "Love the uniform! So... ~regulation~ Really gives you that ’teacher’s pet’ vibe you’re going for."
She turns and- fuck me sideways, this girl is GOOD.
Everything about her screams ’innocent kouhai’ from her perfectly pressed skirt to those sweet little mary janes. Even her fucking kneesocks are exactly regulation height like they’re afraid to slide down and *gasp* expose some skin.
"Akari-senpai!" Her voice hits notes that could summon woodland creatures. "I was just telling everyone how excited I am to learn from you! Your... unique style is so inspiring and..."
She pauses like she’s choosing a weapon.
"
Unconventional
."
[Oh???? UNCONVENTIONAL???? Square. The. Fuck. Up, bitch!]
Some might say I’m reading too deep, but honey? I’m fluent in Bitchanese. I know exactly what’s happening here.
[You mean abnormal? Weird? Different? Bitch, I will literally throw hands in these platforms.]
"Really?" I step closer, using every inch of these heels to tower over her. My dick definitely isn’t twitching at how her tongue darts out to wet those glossed lips. "’Cause that’s not what I heard about yesterday’s little Silence spell situation."
"Me? A Silence spell? Oh, no, no, no..." She adds this little laugh like the idea’s too precious. "You must be
mistaken
."
She speaks in bolds and italics, literally like she’s threatening to choke the life out of me in a "take that back right now" sorta way.
Fuck that.
"Cut the shit, honey." My smile could slice diamonds. "We both know what you did. Just like we both know exactly how you got promoted to Class 1 so fast."
[She totes cheated! Probably asked Miyuki to push her up or something. Nepotism, as usual with these people.]
The crowd’s getting bigger, phones definitely recording this situation.
Someone whispers "Tea!" like they’re discovering fire.
But Lily’s innocent act? Doesn’t crack for a second.
"Akari-senpai, you’re so funny!" She actually giggles, the sound like poisoned wind chimes. "I hope we can be friends! Maybe you could even teach me some of your... techniques."
Then this bitch TWIRLS away, her hair doing this perfect flip that belongs in a shampoo commercial.
Her basics trail after her like ducklings, throwing looks over their shoulders:
"Did you see how nice Lily-chan was to her?"
"So mature!"
"Total princess behavior!"
"Bitch."
My cock’s actually still half-hard from this confrontation and I don’t know how to feel about that.
Something about that fake sweetness...
Well, I mean, yeah. It makes me want to fuck the attitude out of her.
"Yo." Haruka materializes at my side. "You need to see this."
She holds up her phone like she’s presenting evidence at a murder trial.
It’s Lily’s ManaGram, and holy fuck - this profile is aesthetic goals if you’re into that fake innocent shit. Everything’s soft lighting and perfect poses in her regulation uniform, study spreads that belong in magazines. Every caption drips that same poisoned-honey energy:
"Study date with my besties! 📚✨"
"Blessed to be surrounded by such inspiring senpais! 🙏💕"
And then I see it. The follower count hits me like a slap with a designer glove.
"Fifty thousand?" My perfectly lined eyes go wide. "When did this basic bitch get popular?"
"Check the latest post."
There she is, fresh from this morning, posed in the library like some academic angel, morning light making her look like she descended from heaven just to make me mad.
The caption makes my teeth grind:
’So honored to be promoted to Class 1! Can’t wait to learn from my amazing senpais! 🌸✨ #blessed #magicaljourney #studylife’
Twenty thousand likes. Comments section looking like a thirst convention:
"Step on me, Lily-chan!"
"You’re literally perfect!"
"Queen behavior!"
"Shit." Another hundred likes roll in while I watch, each one making my blood pressure rise. "She’s actually got social media game."
"Yeah." Haruka’s hand finds my ass like it’s coming home, grounding me in reality. "Better watch this one. She’s building herself up as like, the anti-you. All proper and sweet while you’re out here being that bitch."
Professor Zhang walks in then, those magical tattoos doing their thing. And there’s Lily, already playing perfect student, helping arrange practice dummies like she was born to serve.
"Sensei, would you like me to cast the protection wards?" Her voice carries just enough to make sure everyone catches her brown-nosing. "I heard you were the absolute best at them and I would LOVE to know more."
[MMMMMHHHH I’M GONNA BASH MY FUCKING HEAD AGAINST A WALL!]
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Professor Sato’s voice might as well be white noise while my focus is lasered on the back of Lily’s annoyingly perfect head like I’m trying to set it on fire with pure spite.
[How is her hair that shiny? Does she, like, condition with unicorn tears? If she did, bet she got ’em from some sugar daddy who thinks basic is beautiful.]
Little Miss Perfect sits there in the front row like she’s auditioning for "Most Likely to Kiss Ass," her stupid little braid swishing with each note she takes. She even has the audacity to nod thoughtfully at Sato’s explanations, like runic theory is the most fascinating shit she’s ever heard.
[God, she’s such a try-hard. I bet she practices those nods in the mirror.]
"You’re going to set her on fire if you keep staring like that," Reina whispers, her authentic Demonias clicking against the floor like judgment bells. "Though that might actually be entertaining."
"Please," I scoff, keeping it quiet because Professor Dusty is still going on about whatever. "As if I’d waste good magic on that basic bitch."
Reina’s lip ring catches light as she smirks, and fuck if that doesn’t do things to me.
"Says the girl who’s been skull-fucking the back of her head with her eyes for twenty minutes."
[I have NOT been- okay, maybe a little. But it’s totally justified.]
"I’m just trying to figure out what enhancement charms she’s using," I mutter, definitely not watching how her uniform shirt stretches when she raises her hand. Again. "No way that hair is natural."
"Mhm." Her tail swishes like she knows all my secrets. "Just like you weren’t watching her bend over in Combat Magic?"
"That was different! I was planning her murder!"
"With your dick?"
"... Shut up."
"Whatever you say, kitten."
That finally breaks my death stare. I turn to her, grinning like the cat who got the cream.
"Kitten? Excuse me, feynal?"
"You’re way more of a cat than I am, honey."
My brows shoot up into my perfectly laid baby hairs.
[This little...]
Before I can clap back with something appropriately devastating, Sato’s voice cracks through the room like a whip.
"Miss Nakamura, care to explain the application of cyclic runic arrays in combat scenarios?"
My heart does this little skip-jump thing, but bitch, I recover FAST.
"Oh, easy." I flash him my best ’fuck you’ smile. "It’s like tuning a guitar. Hit the right frequency, and your mana flows in a loop, amplifying the spell’s output without breaking the circuit. Way more efficient than linear arrays."
He blinks those crusty eyes, clearly shocked that the gyaru actually knows her shit.
"Correct. Anyway, uh, back to the board."
The bell finally rings, saving me from having to explain why I’ve been eye-fucking our new class pet for the past hour. I’ve barely pushed back my chair when-
"BABE!" Haruka bursts through that door like a thirsty tornado, those massive tits bouncing in her modified uniform like they’re trying to start a revolution. "Did you miss me?"
"It’s been literally one class." But I’m already meeting her halfway, my arms finding home around her curves, our lips crashing together like we’re trying to prove something. Her tongue piercing clicks against my teeth as we make out, drawing that familiar symphony of eye-rolls and thirst from our classmates. "Mm, that’s what I’m talkin’ bout, bitch. Gimme some sugar!"
[Wonder what Little Miss Perfect thinks of THIS show?]
I keep my eyes open through the kiss, finding Lily watching us with that perfectly practiced shocked expression. Those innocent eyes can’t seem to look away.
Well, if she’s gonna stare...
SMACK
My hand connects with Haruka’s fat ass hard enough to echo through the classroom like a declaration of war. Several people whistle, and I swear I hear someone fan themselves.
Professor Sato looks ready to pop an aneurysm. His face goes through about twelve shades of red, each one more satisfying than the last.
"Fuck!" Haruka moans against my mouth, pulling back with a smile that promises trouble. "What was that for?"
"Just missed you, baby." I maintain eye contact with Lily like I’m daring her to look away. My hand finds Haruka’s ass again, slower this time, claiming that flesh like it’s my divine right. "Like, so much."
"Miss Nakamura!" Professor Sato’s voice could freeze hell itself. "This is a classroom, not a-"
"Love hotel?" I supply with sugar-coated venom. My hand gives Haruka’s ass one final, victorious squeeze. "Our bad! We’ll take this somewhere more private."
I make sure my hips hit maximum sway as we leave, these Diamond Legs stockings working overtime. Behind me, Lily’s voice drips fake innocence:
"Oh my, how... passionate."
[Yeah? Still pretending this ain’t doin’ nothin’ for you? Okay.]
"You’re being extra today," Haruka notes as we head for our favorite supply closet, her cock already making a tent in that tiny skirt. "Like, more than usual."
"Just showing everyone what they’re missing." I flip these perfectly styled waves, letting the hallway’s lighting make my highlighter blind these basics. "Why, you complaining?"
"Fuck no." Her hands find my hips like they belong there. "Supply closet?"
"Supply closet."
[Let’s see Little Miss Perfect compete with THAT on ManaGram.]