The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 22: Arcane Symposium, Part Two

Chapter 22: Arcane Symposium, Part Two
{Reina}
Another day, another thrilling dinner with Daddy Dearest in this mausoleum we call home.
The air’s thick with lavender. Mom’s signature scent, still haunting these halls long after she left us. The pain hits my chest, but I shove it down where it belongs, straightening my blazer as some nameless servant guides me to my nightly performance.
I’m stabbing at this perfectly cooked, perfectly bland salmon while Dad scroll-parents through dinner, probably checking CrysTech’s stocks or whatever the fuck CEOs do instead of actually talking to their kids.
"Your grades?" He doesn’t even look up from his screen.
"Top of the class." I examine my black matte nails, perfect lies falling from perfect lips. "As usual."
Like hell I’m telling him Akari’s initial test scores beat mine by a hair. He’d probably have an actual stroke, and then who would ignore me at dinner?
"Mm." More scrolling. "And that... incident yesterday?"
[Oh, you mean when I helped expose academic fraud and maybe made everyone question their precious system? That incident?]
My tail lashes under the table like it’s trying to escape.
"Already handled. I won’t be partnering up with that girl anytime soon."
Another lie slides past my fangs. The second a professor breathes "group project," I’ll be glued to Akari’s side faster than you can say "daddy issues."
That gyaru’s annoying, but... like I told her to her face before, she is definitely entertaining.
"Good." He finally graces me with eye contact, CEO smile firmly in place. "We can’t afford scandal, Reina. The board-"
"Would shit themselves, yeah, I know." My authentic Demonias strike war drums against imported marble as I stand. "I’m done. May I be excused?"
He’s already back in his digital world.
Up in my teenage rebellion cave (black walls, silver accents, enough protection runes to ward off the fucking apocalypse), I collapse onto silk sheets that probably cost more than some people’s cars. Gothic art stares down at me while my vanity drowns in high-end makeup and enchanted accessories that scream "I have money but make it dark."
My cock gets half-hard just thinking about today’s little show, courtesy of Akari and Haruka’s hallway performance.
[Not that I was watching or anything. Just... appreciating the artistry.]
I pull out my phone, dialing Jun like the good girlfriend I’m supposed to be. Three rings before-
"Hey babe." He sounds about as interested as Dad at dinner. "What’s up?"
"Nothing." My ears twitch at... is that giggling in the background? "Just wanted to talk," I add, voice going soft because apparently I hate myself.
My free hand finds my dick through these designer panties, because apparently watching some gyaru couple make out a hundred times does things to a girl. Can you blame me?
[I mean... you’d have to be dead not to react at least a little... right? Right???]
"Kinda busy with a group project." Papers shuffle in the background. "Can I call you back?"
[At 9pm? What kind of group project-]
"Whatever."
My hand’s still wrapped around my cock, moving up and down, up and down with the rhythm of my thoughts while I pull up ManaGram and-
[Holy. Fucking. Shit.]
There’s Akari, sprawled in what has to be the world’s luckiest supply closet, while Haruka gives her the lap dance of the century.
"when bae misses u after ONE class 😘🔥 #thotlife #blessed"
"Heh," I chuckle, definitely not zooming in. "Wow..."
My cock throbs harder as I watch those perfectly manicured nails dig into Haruka’s thick thighs, leaving little crescents of possession. The way Akari’s looking at the camera...
Fuck, she knows exactly what she’s doing, doesn’t she? That smirk says "Yeah, I’m that bitch" louder than words ever could.
Before my brain can stop my fingers, I stop stroking myself just long enough to comment:
"What a rigorous study session. Truly inspirational, role model."
Three seconds pass before:
"@gothiccatgirl omg babe come join next time 😘"
And, unfortunately, my mind is immediately flashed with images of what that might look like.
[Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck.]
My phone slides from suddenly useless claws as I collapse back against silk pillows that cost more than some people’s rent. My dick’s standing at full attention now, demanding acknowledgment like the absolute traitor it is.
[Maybe...]
My tail curls thoughtfully while I retrieve my phone, my hand resuming that up-and-down movement as I keep watching Haruka’s ass grind on Akari.
[Maybe I should talk to her more.]
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{Akari}
The sunset bleeds cotton-candy colors across New Tokyo’s skyline while I frame the perfect shot for my ManaGram story, because aesthetics are life and I refuse to let these basics outshine me.
I’m perched on Crescent Moon’s highest spire like the queen I am, platforms dangling over a hundred-story drop that would absolutely turn me into sidewalk art if not for these protection spells sparkling around us like a cosmic bubble.
Yeah, apparently these spells weren’t around some years ago and, uh... Those are some news articles I wish I could remove from my memory bank.
[The things we do for the aesthetic, right? But like, worth it.]
Haruka’s sprawled in my lap like she belongs there (she does), her head pillowed against my tits while those fingers play with my skirt hem in ways that should be illegal.
But the real plot twist? Our resident goth princess Reina, sitting cross-legged nearby in all her dark glory like some hot topic fever dream come to life.
[Still can’t believe she actually showed up. Like, who knew Little Miss CEO’s Daughter had a rebellious streak?]
"Okay, so," I pull up the university website, trying to ignore how Haruka’s wandering hands are making my dick very interested in things that aren’t research.
[God, I want to fuck her. I wonder what she’d say if I asked. I dunno.]
"The Arcane Symposium is like, this huge deal apparently."
"No shit." Reina’s tail curls around her ankle like a gothic question mark. "Half the magical universities in Japan send representatives."
"Mm, keep reading babe." Haruka’s fingers trace constellations on my thigh that are definitely not helping my concentration. "What else?"
"It says- fuck, stop that-" I swat at her hand playfully. "It says participants have to demonstrate mastery of both traditional and innovative magical techniques."
"Sounds boring," Haruka mumbles into my chest, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock twitch.
"This is what you two do for fun?" Reina’s voice drips sarcasm like expensive perfume. "Climb rooftops and... sit on each other?"
"Uh, excuse me?" I smirk, raising my phone for maximum drama queen energy. "We’re strategizing. Very important business."
Haruka shifts against me, nuzzling into my neck like the thirsty bitch she is.
"Totally. Like, strategy takes so much effort," she adds, trailing fire down my chest. "Plus, the view’s great."
"Sure. Very professional. What’s the strategy, then?"
"Glad you asked, princess," I purr, my grin splitting wider as I tilt my phone screen until the text reflects in my pink eyes like neon prophecy. "So, the Symposium’s got three rounds. First one’s some boring-ass theoretical crap. Second’s spellcasting endurance—which, obviously, ya girl’s got covered. Third..." I pause for dramatic effect. "combat magic. Like, full-on duels. High-key awesome."
"Sounds... intense," Reina says, her tail curling tighter around that ankle like it’s trying to anchor her here with us. "Do you actually have a plan for this, or are you just going to wing it like everything else?"
I gasp, clutching my chest like she just stabbed me with her perfectly manicured claws.
"Wing it? Babe, do I look like the kind of girl who wings it?"
"Yes." Reina and Haruka answer in perfect unison, the betrayal hitting me like designer shoes to the face.
"Wow. The absolute AUDACITY. I’m wounded. Haruka, hold me in my time of need."
Haruka giggles, wrapping those arms tighter around me like the perfect girlfriend she is.
"Aww, poor baby. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the mean goth girl."
Reina pauses for a moment. I can literally see a question manifesting in her brain.
"Actually..." Reina leans forward, those ice-blue eyes sparking with something that makes my dick twitch. "Have you two ever... you know..."
"Have we what?" I ask, even though my heart’s already racing.
"Fucked, I mean."
My eyebrows shoot off my face and probably join the fucking stars above us.
Haruka, shameless queen that she is, answers for me:
"Nah. We just make out a lot." Her grin turns wicked. "Why, you offering?"
Reina’s face goes red under that perfect goth makeup, and holy FUCK if that isn’t doing things to me.
But...
This question...
[Is she? Like... is she actually...?]
I nearly slap myself for letting hope make my dick stupid. Or my dick make me stupid.
Look, whatever’s happening, it’s not good.
"A-Anyway!" I scroll through the website like it holds the secrets to the universe. "Past winners usually do something unexpected, right? Like, combine different magical styles?"
"Yeah." Reina latches onto the subject change like it’s salvation, even though her tail’s still lashing with barely contained energy. "My father won’t shut up about how Miyuki combined classical incantations with modern enhancement spells last year."
"Ugh, of course she did." Haruka’s hand finds its way back to my thigh like a heat-seeking missile. "Bet she looked perfect doing it too, the try-hard."
"Maybe..." I bite my lip as inspiration hits me like cheap vodka. "Maybe that’s what we need to do. But like, our way."
"Gyaru magic?" Reina raises a perfectly pierced eyebrow, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to kiss her stupid.
"Why not?" My cock throbs as Haruka shifts on top of me. "Traditional spells but make it fashion?"
"I’m in." Haruka tilts her head back, offering those perfect lips. "Could help you train lots and lots, ya know..."
"Aw, thank you baby." I lean down and slide my tongue across her mouth, tasting cherry gloss.
She catches it with her own as I squeeze one of her tits because I literally cannot help myself.
"You know what? Same." Reina’s voice goes soft like confession, her eyes anywhere but on us. "I mean... the actual practicing. Not the... This," she gestures vaguely in our direction. "If you want."
[Oh honey, we want. We want so fucking bad.]
"First though-" I whip out my phone because this moment needs to be immortalized.
The sunset behind us painting everything in cotton candy dreams, Haruka in my lap making me crave sex more than ever before. Reina’s gothic silhouette actually adding to our aesthetic in a way I didn’t know we needed until she showed up today.
"Say cheese!"
The caption takes me a minute to perfect because excellence takes effort:
"symposium squad looking cute AF 🌸✨ watch us work some REAL magic 😘 #magicalhoes #blessed"
"Did you seriously hashtag ’magical hoes’?" Reina peers at the screen, close enough that her expensive perfume makes my head spin. She arches a brow high.
"Obviously." I hit post and watch those likes roll in like worship. "Gotta let everyone know what they’re dealing with."
Haruka’s laugh vibrates against my chest like a promise.
"That’s my girl."
As the sun dips below the horizon, wrapping us in twilight’s embrace, I can’t help the grin spreading across my face. Between Haruka’s warmth in my lap and Reina’s presence beside us, something feels... right.
[You know what? Fuck it. Imma make this Symposium my bitch. They’re not gonna hold me back.]
Let these basics try to stop me. I’ve got a hot girlfriend, a goth princess who might actually like us, and enough attitude to start a revolution.
What CAN’T you do with all that?