The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 35: Arcane Symposium, Part Fifteen

Chapter 35: Arcane Symposium, Part Fifteen
{Akari}
[Well... I stand corrected.]
"Nine thousand points? Are you fucking kidding me?" I mutter so quietly I don’t think either Haru or Reina hear me.
I catch Miyuki’s eye as she sashays past us, and god DAMN do her tits have to bounce like that? Like, who even approved that bust size for her uniform?
[Not that I’m looking or anything. She’s so bitchy, I don’t even find her attractive...]
... My dick has a mind of it’s own, though, unfortunately.
Anyway, that smug little smile on her face? That’s what really gets me. Like she just proved something. Like she just showed everyone exactly why she’s Student Council President.
[Well honey, two can play that game.]
"Akari Nakamura," Zhang calls out. "There’s no one else left to volunteer. You’re up."
Haruka grabs my hand before I can move, pulling me in for a kiss that damn near has my dick instantly at attention. Her tongue slides against mine with one flick, just a quick taste.
"Show ’em what you got, baby," she says with a smirk.
[Oh, I plan to.]
I strut toward the platform like I’m walking a runway, making sure my hips give everyone a show worth watching. The whispers start immediately:
"There she is..."
"The S-Class gyaru..."
"No way she beats Miyuki’s score..."
[Keep that energy, bitches. You’re about to see something special.]
My heels click against the metal as I take my position.
From up here, I can see everything. Haruka’s encouraging smile, Reina pretending not to watch, Lily’s sour face as she realizes she’s not the center of attention anymore.
And Miyuki, standing there with her perfect posture and those impossible tits, looking at me like I’m something she scraped off her shoe.
[Time to remind these hoes exactly who they’re dealing with.]
I crack my knuckles, feeling my magic spark to life. Mana flows between my fingers, ready to show these crusty bitches what an S-Class can really do.
[Let’s make history, honey.]
I roll my shoulders, feeling my magic spark like it’s as excited as I am. The spell everyone’s been using flashes through my mind. Each movement, each flow of mana - it’s like watching a dance routine I’m about to make my own.
[Second Circle force projection... Not too different from Zhang’s little demonstration. Just gotta make it continuous instead of those bursts. I can do this.]
Yeah, it’s not a spell I’ve practiced. I don’t care. Learning magic on the go is something I’m kinda used to.
The magic builds inside me. Raw. Intense.
Ready to explode.
"Begin!"
Raw power erupts from my hands like a magical money shot.
The barriers shimmer as my spell hits them, rainbows dancing across their surface like oil on water. Suddenly I get why everyone used this one. It’s perfect for showing off.
[And honey? I know how to put on a performance.]
The platform rises steadily beneath my feet. Each inch feels like victory, like every "you don’t belong here" comment being shoved right back in their faces.
Whispers start rippling through the crowd like waves:
"Holy shit, look at that control..."
"The S-Class rumors were true..."
"But she’s just a gyaru..."
[You haven’t seen anything yet, bitches.]
More cameras start flashing. The attention hits so hard, making my whole body tingle as I push more power into the spell. My platform keeps climbing, already passing where most others peaked.
Near the front, I spot Miyuki’s face getting tighter with each level I rise.
[Yeah, see this? You’re good. I’ll admit that. But, this? This is WHAT A DAMN PRODIGY LOOKS LIKE!]
The strain starts to sink in, but I’m not stopping. Not when I can hear the excitement building in the crowd. Not when I can see Haruka jumping up and down, her massive rack threatening a wardrobe malfunction that would definitely steal my spotlight.
Even Reina’s stopped pretending not to care, those ice-blue eyes locked on my performance like I’ve got her under a spell.
My arms are shaking now, magic burning through my reserves like I burn through lip gloss. Sweat makes my uniform cling in ways that’ll definitely get me detention, but fuck it - I’m already breaking records, might as well break dress code too.
The ers are going absolutely wild. Their cameras flash like a thunderstorm of validation, capturing every moment of this historic ass-kicking I’m serving.
[Just... a little... more...]
The world narrows down to just this moment. Just my magic, my determination, and about a thousand people watching me prove every single doubter wrong. My platforms dig into the metal surface as I push harder, channeling everything I’ve got.
Every bitch who said I didn’t belong here.
Every professor who tried to fail me.
Every stuck-up traditionalist who thought a gyaru couldn’t be S-Class.
[Watch me now, bitches.]
When my knees finally give out, I barely register hitting the platform. Everything’s kind of fuzzy except Zhang’s voice:
"9500 points!"
[Fuck. YES.]
The crowd explodes. Camera flashes turn the arena into a disco, and somewhere in the chaos I hear Haruka screaming her tits off.
I manage to look up just in time to catch Miyuki’s face turning that special shade of red that clashes with everything. Worth it.
[Take THAT, you traditional bitches.]
Darkness creeps in to the edge of my vision. I definitely took it a bit too far. But, I don’t care. This moment, this hype?
So worth it.
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Water has never tasted so fucking good.
I down half the bottle in one go, barely registering when Haruka plops down next to me. Reina takes the spot on my other side, trying to look dignified despite still being wobbly from her own performance.
"Holy SHIT baby, that was incredible!" Haruka squeals, grabbing my arm and pressing those massive melons against me. "Did you see Miyuki’s face? I thought she was gonna pop a blood vessel!"
[God, the way she’s grinding against me right now... Focus, Akari!]
"It was... impressive," Reina admits, her tail still curling around her waist like she’s trying to hold herself together. "I guess."
"Aw, princess, you’re gonna make me blush." I wink at her, catching how her ears twitch. "But you weren’t so bad yourself. Eight thousand one hundred? Crazy. You probably made Miyuki sweat too."
"Speaking of sweating..." Haruka’s hand slides dangerously high up my thigh. "We should celebrate later~"
[Oooohhhh bitch you have no idea how much "celebrating" I want to do~]
Before I can tell her exactly how we’re gonna celebrate, Zhang’s voice cuts through the chatter like a perfectly winged eyeliner through mediocrity.
"Listen up!" She’s grinning like she just watched the best show of her life. "You’ve all got one hour to recover before the final stage. I suggest you use it wisely."
The crowd starts buzzing immediately.
"The dueling stage..."
"Did you see what the S-Class can do?"
"Miyuki’s probably plotting revenge..."
[Oh honey, let her try.]
"Ah, right. The dueling portion. Forgot about that," Reina says.
"What’s wrong, princess?" I stretch, making sure to arch my back just right. "Scared I might mess up your makeup?"
Those ice-blue eyes narrow.
"You wish. I just hope you can handle getting your ass kicked in front of all these cameras."
"Bold words from someone who could barely stand five minutes ago," Haruka chimes in, but she’s grinning too.
Guess I’ve got something to look forward to~