The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 30: Arcane Symposium, Part Ten

Chapter 30: Arcane Symposium, Part Ten
My alarm doesn’t wake me up.
Can’t wake up if you never went to sleep, right?
[Thanks, energy drinks. You’re the real MVPs.]
Empty cans litter my tiny apartment floor, mixed with open textbooks and scattered notes. My uniform from yesterday is crumpled on the floor where I tossed it, and there’s at least three different spell theory books spread across my bed.
[Look at me, actually studying like some kind of nerd. LOL.]
But today’s not just any day. Today’s the fucking Arcane Symposium, and this bitch is gonna SERVE.
I stretch, yawning. The morning sun peeks through my cheap-ass blackout curtains that still don’t actually black out shit, painting stripes across my thighs.
And yet, there’s a smirk on my face. Today is my day. I’m gonna
make it
my day.
[Time to get ready to make history, honey.]
The shower helps wake me up, hot water washing away hours of late-night cramming. I take extra time with my hair and makeup. Can’t just look good today, nope. Not enough. I gotta look absolutely fucking UNREAL.
"Work it, queen~" I tell my reflection as I finish my eye shadow. "Let’s show ’em what we’ve got!"
My uniform goes on next. Skirt hiked up just enough to give some old professor a heart attack, blazer tailored to hug every curve. I’m halfway through adjusting my cleavage when my phone buzzes.
[Probably Haruka with another thirst trap-]
But no.
It’s Dad.
Two words light up my screen:
Good Luck.
[... That’s it?]
I stare at those words, my perfectly manicured nails hovering over the keyboard.
[No "I’m proud of you"? No "you’ve got this"? Just... "good luck"?]
For a moment, I’m that little girl again, watching him walk out the door after Mom died. Watching him bury himself in work instead of dealing with a daughter who reminded him too much of what he lost.
"..."
[Whatever.]
I toss my phone aside without responding, turning back to the mirror. My reflection stares back. Those pink eyes just lost a little bit of life reading that message, but I still look good.
[It’s fine. I don’t need his approval anyway. I’ll climb to the top on my own... And, well, maybe with Haru next to me.]
I straighten my blazer one last time, making sure my tits look absolutely sickening.
[Time to show everyone exactly what this S-Class can do.]
"Let’s fucking go," I tell my reflection, and she grins back with enough attitude to start a war.
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Holy. Fucking. SHIT.
I knew the Symposium was a big deal, but this is ridiculous. The university’s practically bursting with people - students from other schools, ers, random magic nerds who probably haven’t seen sunlight in years...
[In all fairness, those guys def give more "S-Class" vibes than I do, hehe. At least my tits look goddess-tier.]
The crowd parts as I strut through, and I catch at least three different guys adjusting themselves as soon as they catch sight of me. Not that I can blame them. These platforms make my legs look longer than their academic careers.
Through the crowd, I spot a familiar pair of massive melons bouncing their way toward me. Haruka’s modified her uniform even more than usual today, and holy FUCK it should be illegal to look that good.
"BABY!" She crashes into me like we haven’t seen each other in years instead of yesterday, her tits pressing against mine in a way that makes my dick twitch. "You ready to make these crusty bitches cry!?"
Before I can answer, her tongue’s in my mouth, and honestly? Best way to start any competition. I grab her ass just to hear that little moan she always makes.
"Get a room," a familiar voice drawls behind us, dripping with that aristocratic disdain that makes my knees weak.
Reina stands there looking like a whole goth snack, her tail swishing as she tries not to smile at our antics. Her uniform’s perfectly pressed, unlike my intentionally disheveled look, but those ice-blue eyes definitely lingered on where Haruka’s still grinding against me.
"Jealous, princess?" I wink, still holding Haruka’s thicc ass. "There’s room for one more... Unless your boyfriend’s actually paying attention to you for once?"
Her cheeks flush pink and her tail bristles, but before she can respond, Haruka pulls out the schedule, her nipples nearly spilling out of her top as she leans forward.
"Okay sluts, game plan!" She points at the first item, wiggling excitedly, ignoring how Reina goes "speak for yourselves". She squints. "Written test in ten minutes, then the mana endurance trial after lunch..."
"And then the duels," I finish, already feeling my magic spark with excitement. Pink energy dances between my fingers like it’s as ready as I am. "Ohhh I am HYPED!"
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Haruka asks. "Come on, let’s go!"
We make our way to the exam room, my platforms clicking against marble floors as I scan the competition. The sound echoes through the hall like a countdown to destruction.
[Oh look, the gang’s all here. And they brought their desperation with them.]
Lily’s holding court with her little minions, wearing an innocent schoolgirl outfit that probably cost more than my rent. The sweater’s tight enough to show off her curves while still screaming "butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth" energy.
Our eyes meet and her smile turns sharp.
[Game on, bitch. Let’s see how innocent you look when I’m done with you.]
Near the front, Miyuki’s already got her perfectly pressed uniform and stick-up-her-ass energy ready to go. Even from here I can see her hands shaking slightly as she arranges her pencils in perfect parallel lines.
[Wait, she’s competing too? Damn, they really want me to fail... Or maybe she just wants to get close to me.]
"Places everyone!" Professor Chen’s voice cuts through the chatter, sharp as her perfectly styled bun. "The written portion will begin shortly!"
"Kick their asses, baby," Haruka whispers, squeezing my ass one last time for luck before heading to her seat. The way she walks should be classified as a lethal weapon, I swear to god.
[Let’s fucking do this.]
I settle into my chair, pulling out my lucky pink pen. Around me, I can hear the rustle of papers, the nervous tapping of feet, the sound of Lily’s fake innocent giggle as she pretends to be worried.
[Time to show these traditional fucks what happens when you underestimate a gyaru. Hope they’re ready for a show.]