The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 27: Arcane Symposium, Part Seven

Chapter 27: Arcane Symposium, Part Seven
[5:00 AM]
"RISE AND SHINE, BITCH!"
I barely have time to register Haruka bursting through my door before she yanks my blanket off, exposing me in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and some lacy undies.
"What the FUCK-"
"NO TIME!" She throws some workout clothes at my face. "WE TRAIN!"
Somehow, thirty minutes later, I’m jogging through New Tokyo’s streets in booty shorts and a sports bra, my titties bouncing with every step.
[Whoa,] I think, heaving. [Holy fuck. I need to do more cardio.]
"HARDER!" Haruka calls from behind me, and I KNOW she’s staring at my ass. She’s in a sweatshirt (rolled up to show her navel) and some shorts. "FASTER!"
"That’s... what... she said!" I yell back between deep breaths, making her cackle.
---
[6:30 AM]
"One more set!" Haruka stands over me as I do push-ups. "You got this baby!"
"I... I think my arms are gonna break, babe!" No joke, I can feel them shaking. My bones tremble as I lower myself again.
"LESS TALKING, MORE PUSHING! GYARU POWER! GYARU POWER!"
"G..." I strain to carry the last rep out. "GYARU POWER!!!"
I fall to the ground, right on my titties.
---
[8:00 AM]
We’re in a boxing gym.
... Why are we in a boxing gym?
"LEFT HOOK!" Haruka calls out, holding up the pads. "RIGHT CROSS! KISS!"
I dive in for a quick peck before going back to my stance. Music plays from a floating radio as some short, old man oversees my movements.
"DON’T KISS HER!" The guy yells. "WOMEN WEAKEN LEGS!"
"W-Women weaken legs!" I repeat, throwing more punches.
---
[10:00 AM]
"DRINK RAW EGGS!"
"Absolutely fucking not."
---
[12:00 PM]
We’re running up the stairs to Crescent Moon’s highest tower, still in my platforms.
"SING THE SONG!"
"What song!?"
"You know, the song!"
"I don’t know what song you’re talking about!"
"THEN MAKE ONE UP!"
So there I am, sweating my ass off, and now humming my ass off, while Haruka films the whole thing for ManaGram. I’m in a hoodie and some sweatpants... of which I cut off 50% from both, leaving the pants looking like booty shorts and the hoodie looking like a sports bra.
As I reach the top, I throw my hands up.
Haruka snaps a selfie.
"Yes! Beautiful! Come on, bitch! Let’s keep it goin’!"
---
[2:00 PM]
More boxing.
Why is there so much boxing?
---
[4:00 PM]
"Now," Haruka says, standing at the top of another flight of stairs. "Do it all again, but in your highest platforms!"
"I fucking hate you."
"You love me!"
"Both can be true!"
---
[6:00 PM]
Finally, FINALLY, we collapse in the practice room, both of us sweating and panting.
My muscles feel like jelly, but like, expensive jelly. The good kind.
"Babe?" I turn my head to look at Haruka, who’s sprawled out next to me.
"Yeah?"
"Weren’t we..." I have to catch my breath. "Weren’t we supposed to be training magic today?"
Haruka blinks.
"Oh yeah!" She sits up, her boobs jiggling.
I turn my eyes up to the ceiling. Puddle-Kari has a question on her mind.
"So... Why were we boxing?"
Haru blinks and considers it for a moment.
Then, she shrugs.
"I have no idea."
---
"Everything hurts," I whimper, face-down on my desk. "Even my titties hurt. How do titties hurt from working out?"
Haruka giggles from beside me, looking unfairly fresh despite yesterday’s hellish training.
"Poor baby." She runs her fingers through my hair, and I’d purr if I had energy. "Want me to kiss it better?"
"Yes please," I mumble into the wood. "Kiss everything better."
"Everything~?" Her voice drops low. My dick twitches. "Like... absolutely everything?"
[God, even being horny hurts.]
"Don’t tease me when I can barely move," I whine. "That’s just cruel-"
The click of expensive boots against marble makes both our heads snap up.
[Speaking of cruel teasing...]
Reina walks in looking like a whole snack, as usual. Her uniform is perfectly pressed, her tail lazily moves side to side with each step (and each swing of her hips).
[.... FUCK, the things I’d do to her.]
Naturally, I really can’t resist.
"Babe," I whisper to Haruka, somehow finding the strength to sit up. "Watch this."
"Hey gorgeous!" I call out as Reina approaches her desk. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because you must be an angel- wait, fuck, you’re more of a demon aren’t you? Uh... Did it hurt when you crawled up from hell? Because you’re hot as-"
"Save your energy," Reina cuts me off, but I catch that little smile she’s fighting. "You’ll need it for the Symposium."
"Aww, you worried about me?" Then her words actually register. "I’m sure I’ll do fine."
"I hope not," Reina replies and my brows shoot up as I think to myself, [damn, okay], but she follows that up with, "I’m in it too."
She sits down, not meeting my eyes. Meanwhile, I’m over here, shocked as hell.
"What!?"
She sighs.
"Father... arranged it."
[Oh shit.]
"For real?" I perk up despite my screaming muscles. "That’s awesome! We can-"
"It’s not awesome." Her tail lashes once, sharp. "I didn’t want this."
"But-"
"Some of us," she snaps, "don’t actually want to be the center of attention all the time."
[Ouch.]
"Hey now," Haruka leans forward, her tits resting on my shoulder. "No need to be mean just ’cause your daddy’s making you participate."
Reina’s ears flatten.
"You don’t understand-"
"Then help us understand," I cut in, softer this time. "Because from where I’m sitting, having you in the Symposium sounds pretty fucking great."
She finally looks at me, those ice-blue eyes catching mine.
"... You’re just saying that because you want to get in my pants."
"I mean, yeah." I grin. "But I can think you’re hot AND think you’re gonna kill it at the Symposium. I contain multitudes, baby."
That startles a laugh out of her.
"See? See? You think I’m adorable!"
"I tolerate you," she corrects. "Barely."
Before I can respond, other students start filing in.
[Saved by the bell, princess.]
But as I settle back in my seat, trying to ignore my screaming muscles, I can’t help but smile.
[Reina in the Symposium? Oh honey, this just got so much more interesting.]