The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 23: Arcane Symposium, Part Three

Chapter 23: Arcane Symposium, Part Three
A/N:
Okay, so...
I did some rewriting. Nothing too major, but I changed basically every single Chapter thus far to be in 1st person, as you will soon see with this new one.
Okay, but for real, plot-wise, nothing’s different. Still the same story. But, I felt like the change in POV from 3rd person to 1st would make this story hit a lot harder, and I think I was right about that. Feel free to let me know in the comments if you agree. Or if I’ve perhaps ruined this story irreparably, feel free to let me know too!
So, you may want to go back and check out a few Chapters, just to see a bit more flavor, but, again, you don’t need to in order to understand what’s happening. Anyway, onto the Chapter!
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"Later, dark princess!" I call out as Reina’s authentic Demonias click away down the path, her hips swaying with each step. I dunno, she definitely looks happy to me, even if she tries to play it cool with just a wave over her shoulder.
[She’s totally warming up to us. She’ll be back. For sure.]
Haruka’s still wrapped around me like the world’s horniest koala, her soft curves pressing against my body in all the right ways.
I nudge her gently, my voice dropping to a purr.
"Call your mom, baby. You’re staying with me tonight, right?"
It’s been a while, actually. In fact, Haruka hasn’t even seen my apartment, which is totes criminal.
"Oh shit, right." Haruka pulls out her phone, hitting speed dial with one perfectly manicured nail. It barely rings once before-
"BABY!" The voice is so loud I can hear it perfectly, even with Haruka’s phone pressed against her ear. "Are you eating enough? Do you need money? Is ’Kari taking good care of you?"
"MOM!" Haruka laughs, her cheeks flushing the most delicious shade of brown. "I’m fine! And yes, Akari’s right here."
I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of Haruka’s ear as I call out:
"Hi Mom!"
My hand slides down the curve of Haruka’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze that makes her yelp.
"Bitch, I’m on the phone," she whispers, through a grin.
"Akari-chaaan!" Haruka’s mom’s voice is all sing-song and sunshine. "Make sure my baby girl gets enough protein! And use protection! Don’t be too rough!"
"OH MY GOD- MOM!" Haruka’s face is burning now and I can’t contain the cackle that escapes my throat.
"What?" Her mom’s voice is all innocent confusion. "I was young once too! Remember how I met your father-"
"NOPE! Not having this conversation!" Haruka cuts her off, her eyes wide with horror. "Just calling to say I’m staying at Akari’s!"
"Ohhh okay sweetie!" Her mom’s voice turns sly, like she knows EXACTLY what we’ll be doing tonight. "Have fun! You might want a few extra condoms for-"
"MOM!"
"Okayyy, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!"
"That list is concerningly short," Haruka mutters, but she’s still grinning. "Love you, Mom."
"Love you more! Mwah, mwah, mwah! Bye Akari-chan!"
"Byyye!"
The call ends and Haruka buries her face in my chest, nuzzling between my tits like she’s trying to disappear into them.
"Ugh, mom’s soooo CRINGE." Her voice is muffled by my cleavage, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
"Hell nah," I laugh, tangling my fingers in Haruka’s neon-streaked ponytail and tugging gently until she looks up at me. "Your mom is literally the best. Like, actually. She’s the coolest."
[And, low-key, the thirstiest. Definitely see where Haruka gets it from.]
"She’s something alright." Haruka’s lips curve into a smirk. "Can we go home now? These platforms are killing me."
I glance down at her feet, taking in the towering heels that make her legs look like they go on for fucking days. I’m in the same spot.
"Yeah, let’s bounce."
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The walk to my apartment is quick, our heels clicking in perfect sync against the sidewalk.
The city’s magical billboards paint us in shifting neon as we walk, Haruka’s hand warm and electric in mine.
[This is my world. These streets, these lights, this magic humming in the air... It’s all just a stage waiting for me to perform.]
As soon as we’re inside, our shoes come off (carefully, of course. These platforms cost more than our fucking textbooks) and I flop onto my couch like a queen claiming her throne.
Haruka sprawls on top of me, our bodies fitting together like we were meant for each other.
"Movie?" I suggest, already pulling up MagiFlix on the holographic display floating in front of us.
"Mmhm." Haruka’s response vibrates against my neck, her lips brushing my skin in a way that sends shivers down my spine. "Something we don’t have to think about. I do too much of that at the university."
"And you’ve been doing a great job," I kiss the top of her head. "My best friend’s little, tiny brain is amazing."
"Fuck you."
We settle on some random romantic comedy about a witch falling for a necromancer. Honestly, I’m not really paying attention. I’m too focused on how Haruka’s fingers are tracing patterns on my arm, how I can almost feel her dick on mine, wishing there weren’t walls of fabric in the way.
"Hey." Haruka’s voice is soft. "What do you actually want? Like, after university?"
"Mm? You mean... besides a bigger apartment?"
"I’m serious!" Haruka laughs. "Like, actual goals!"
"Babe, have you seen my place?" I gesture at my tiny living room, at the way the walls seem to close in around us. "I just wanna live somewhere with actually decent wards. Or, hell, where I have some actual space to pop ass for the Gram," I smirk, giving her butt a firm squeeze.
[I want a kingdom. That’s what I want.]
"That’s it?" Haruka shifts on top of me. "Just a nice house?"
"I mean..." My hands find her ass again, kneading the flesh through her skirt like it’s gonna help me think better. "Maybe a few other things. But right now? Yeah. Somewhere nice. Somewhere that feels like mine... Maybe somewhere my mom would be proud of."
"I’d like to think she would be." She sighs. "You’re literally the strongest mage in our year. Fuck, maybe in the whole school."
"Mm."
I hope so. I hope my mom can see me, wherever she is. I hope she knows that I’m fighting for both of us now.
But, honestly? I don’t want to think about her right now, not with Haruka’s pressed against me like this.
"What about you?"
"Besides being your sugar baby?" Haruka’s grin is wicked. "I dunno. Maybe teach combat magic? Show other gyarus that they can kick ass too? That they don’t have to choose between being hot and being powerful?"
"Sounds good."
"Sounds perfect."
She pulls me in for one of our many, many, MANY make-outs. Our tongues slide together as the movie plays forgotten in the background, the wet sounds of our makeout session drowning out the dialogue.
We kiss lazily, hands wandering but never quite crossing *that line*.
And fuck, it’s not like we haven’t experimented a ton. It’s not like we haven’t pushed boundaries and explored and tasted almost every inch of each other’s skin.
But we haven’t actually fucked yet, not in the way I dream about usually these nights, when my hand is shoved down my panties and Haruka’s name is falling off my lips.
And as much as I love to imagine her thick cock inside me, stretching me open and making me scream...I don’t feel like we need to go there yet. YET. Absolutely, I want her to dom my ass one of these days.
But...
What we have now feels like enough, you know?
The enchanted lights dim automatically as evening turns to night. Eventually, our kisses slow, turn sleepy and sweet. Haruka’s head finds its way to my chest, her ear pressed against my heartbeat as our legs tangle together on the couch.
Haruka is already breathing deeply, her weight perfect and warm on top of me. The last thing I see before drifting off is our reflection in the window. Two gyaru baddies tangled together, perfectly content in our own little world and all.
Our phones buzz with ManaGram notifications, but for once, neither of us notices.
For once, the rest of the world can wait. Because in this moment, in this tiny apartment with its AC that doesn’t turn on and a fridge that needs to be restocked...I have everything I need.
For now, anyway.
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I blink awake to find that it’s still nighttime. The TV went into sleep mode a while ago, and everything’s in this soft blue-purple glow. I feel like I’m floating in a dream. Sure, my tits are definitely going numb, but I don’t mind. Not with Haruka still passed out on top of me, drooling a little on my uniform.
[God, she’s adorable.]
My phone is just within reach, and honestly? Perfect time to check the Gram. I have to stifle a laugh at my notifications. They’re blowing up like fireworks, each one a tiny explosion of thirst and adoration.
"Holy shit," I whisper, scrolling through my feed with a smirk.
There’s Lily, too, posted up in the library. The caption is some bullshit about "midnight study sessions" and "dedication to the craft" but like...
[What the...?]
Her uniform buttons are undone juuust enough to show some of her chest, which I know damn well is strategic.
[Is she trying to ditch the innocent look? Already?]
Whatever she’s trying to do, it’s working.
The likes are rolling in like a fucking tidal wave, crashing against the shore of her perfectly curated image.
It makes sense, when I think about it. On ManaGram, nobody can see how fake Lily’s smile is, or how her eyes go cold when professors aren’t looking. All they see is this perfect, pure student serving looks like it’s her goddamn birthright.
[Two can play that game though. And I play to win.]
Grinning, I hit the "Go Live" button.
The comments start rolling in immediately, each one a little hit of validation straight to my veins:
’omg are you in bed??’
’WAIT IS THAT HARUKA’
’your TITS tho’
’mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry.’
"Shhh," I whisper to the camera, angling it to show Haruka sleeping on my chest like a fucking Renaissance painting. "My bestie’s knocked out."
The comments explode like a supernova, a burst of thirst and excitement that lights up my screen:
’THIS IS SO CUTE’
’gay gay homosexual gay’
’wait are you two dating??’
I decide to respond to that last one.
"Nah, we just fuck around a lot." I run my fingers through Haruka’s neon-streaked hair. "Like, she’s my ride or die but we’re not exclusive or anything."
More comments flood in, a tsunami of speculation and desire:
’that’s so hot’
’need me a bestie like that fr’
’WAIT IS THAT A BULGE’
"Obviously it’s a bulge, babes." I roll my eyes. "You know what I’m working with."
A familiar username pops up, and my heart does a little flip in my chest:
@gothiccatgirl: ’shouldn’t you be studying for the symposium? 🖤’
"Aw, dark princess!" My whisper is delighted, each word dripping with unfiltered affection. "Missing me already?"
@gothiccatgirl: ’you wish’
"I do wish," I pout at the camera, my lips a perfect moue of disappointment. "Come over and cuddle with us!"
@gothiccatgirl: ’absolutely not.’
@gothiccatgirl: ’...maybe later though’
My cock definitely twitches at that, making Haruka shift in her sleep like she can sense my horny.
[She’s joking, obviously. But... Wouldn’t that be something?]
The comments are going wild.
’omg the TENSION’
’goth x gyaru supremacy’
’haruka better watch out fr’
"Y’all are messy," I laugh softly. "But like, keep that energy for the Symposium, okay? Gonna need all the support I can get."
@lilyinbloom has joined the stream, and I can feel my smirk growing wider, sharper.
[Oh? What the fuck? Little miss perfect wants to play?]
I prepare myself, then, for any incoming passive-aggressive comment. Any furthering of our damn shadow war.
But Lily just watches, her little flower icon sitting there silently. I can almost feel those calculating eyes through the screen, dissecting me, trying to find a weakness to exploit.
[Good fucking luck. I’m unbreakable.]
"Anyway babes," I whisper as Haruka starts stirring, her body shifting against mine in a way that makes my blood sing. "Probably should actually get some sleep. Big day of scandalizing professors tomorrow!"
The comments explode one last time, a final burst of chaos and adoration:
’nooo stay’
’step on me mommy’
’GOOD LUCK QUEEN’
@gothiccatgirl: ’try not to get expelled’
I end the stream just as Haruka’s eyes flutter open, those long lashes brushing against her cheeks like butterfly wings.
"Mm?" She nuzzles closer, definitely feeling my half-hard cock pressed against her thigh. "Why’re you awake?"
"Just checking socials." I lock my phone, but not before seeing Lily has liked the stream replay. "Nothing important."
"Liar." Haruka’s hand finds my thigh. "But whatever."