The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 36: Arcane Symposium, Part Sixteen

Chapter 36: Arcane Symposium, Part Sixteen
{Reina}
In a bit, I’m back to my favorite spot on campus. The floating gazebo, high enough that no one notices me as I do a bit of brooding. Can you blame me, though? If you don’t brood every once in a while, your brain explodes.
[At least somewhere in this place feels like home.]
I pull out my phone, opening ManaGram. The trending page is exactly what I expected:
#SymposiumShowdown
#AkariNakamura
#MiyukiMoment
#CrescentMoonMagic
But then I spot it:
#GothicPrincess
I do a double-take.
[What the...]
Curiosity gets the better of me and I click on that trending topic.
"The Miyamoto heiress showing she’s more than just a pretty face!"
"Did you see that score? She still lost. Guess money can’t buy talent after all!"
"Those platforms though 👀"
My tail curls around my waist as I keep scrolling. Most of the buzz is about Akari destroying everyone’s expectations or Miyuki’s perfect performance, but there’s actually people talking about me too.
Then my phone buzzes.
[Dad calling...]
[Fuck.]
"Hello, Father."
"Eight thousand one hundred." His voice is colder than my aesthetic. "Barely above that Amano girl."
[How the hell do you know - never mind. He’s probably researched every single competitor in the Symposium.]
My claws dig into my palm.
"I scored higher than most of the competitors-"
"A Miyamoto doesn’t aim for ’higher than most,’ Reina." I can practically see him adjusting his tie in disapproval. "Even your mother would-"
"Don’t." My tail lashes behind me. "Don’t you dare bring her into this."
It’s probably the angriest I’ve gotten with him.
And, I keep going.
"I still have one more stage to get through. I don’t need you distracting me like this."
Silence stretches between us like a razor wire.
He seems to concede, but not before saying:
"I expect better in the next stage."
The call ends, and I seriously consider throwing my phone off the gazebo. Let it smash on the ground below like my father’s expectations.
I shake my head.
[Fuck, man. Seriously, he needs to ruin my moment like this?]
Another ManaGram notification pops up - more pictures of the Symposium. There’s one of me mid-spell, looking almost ethereal with my magic flowing around me.
There are a bunch of comments. Mostly just people thirsting, though.
[... Whatever.]
... I do save the picture, though.
---
{A While Later}
{Akari}
[Okay, maybe going full throttle wasn’t my smartest move...]
My mana’s regenerating slow as hell.
An hour sounds like forever until you’re actually waiting for your magical tank to refill. See, there’s no real way to speed up your mana regeneration, so I’m still feeling like I just ran a mile. Even my titties feel drained, if that’s possible.
[At least there’s entertainment.]
The ers are still buzzing around like horny bees, snapping pics of everyone who scored above 8000. Which means they’re all over my shit, not that I’m complaining. Any excuse to serve face.
But the real view? That’s Haruka straddling my lap, her thicc thighs pressing against mine as she keeps gushing about my performance. Her massive tits are right in my face, damn near blocking my sight.
"AAAH! I can’t get it out of my head, babe! The way you just showed them all up?" She wiggles excitedly, making my dick twitch against her ass. "Fucking legendary! Did you see Miyuki’s face when Zhang announced your score?"
"Careful," I grab her hips to still her, my fingers digging into that softness that drives me crazy. "Save that energy for later, when I win."
[And honey, the things I wanna do to you definitely require mana.]
She grins, pulling out her phone.
"Speaking of doing things... Selfie time!"
"Babe, I’m literally dripping sweat-"
"Even better!" She presses closer, making sure both our faces are in frame. Some of my sweat rolls onto her uniform. Doesn’t seem like she cares. "That’s hot, you know... You’re like, marking your territory or somethin’~"
[This girl is gonna be the death of me, I swear to god.]
We snap like twenty pics, each pose more provocative than the last. Pretty sure we’re giving the ers a whole different kind of show, but whatever.
"So," she purrs after we find the perfect angle, her hand sliding dangerously high up my thigh, "what kind of reward does my S-Class bestie want when she wins this whole thing?"
I slide my hands up her thighs, under her hiked-up skirt.
"Oh, I’ve got some ideas... Mostly involving your tongue and my-"
"Time’s up!" Zhang’s voice, strengthened via microphone, cuts through my fantasies.
[Cock-blocked. Fuck. Just when it was getting good.]
"Return to the arena for the final stage!"
"UGH!" I groan.
Haru laughs.
"Come on, you horny bitch. Besides," she leans in close - so close her lips brush against my ear as her hand drifts down. "We can keep talking ’bout this later."
[...]
It takes everything I have to keep my dick from stiffening up.
---
The dueling stage looks different - more barriers, more protective spells layered everywhere. They’ve added these floating platforms at different heights, probably to make the fights more interesting for the cameras.
Professor Sato takes center stage, looking like he’s been sucking on a lemon as always. His eyes narrow when they land on me, probably remembering how I just crushed his precious traditional magic narrative.
"Now, to clarify this, this is NOT a tournament. You will be judged based on how you perform in this duel, and given a score. That score will be tallied up along your other scores," he announces, probably hoping I somehow disappeared in the last hour. "And, with your combined total, we will have our winners."
[A bit anti-climactic, I guess, but it does make some sense. I mean, there are looooots of people watching and having a full, proper tournament would probably mean a whole 6 hour day or something, especially if we got time to rest between each round.]
Sato looked at the competitors.
"For the first fight, Takeshi versus the Shimizu twins..."
[Three-way action? Kinky. Though those twins are probably used to sharing everything...]
I wish they’d share my-
[No.] I stop myself. [Focus on your fight.]
"Reina versus Lily..."
[Oh shit, actual princess vs a fake princess? This’ll be good. Maybe Reina will scratch that innocent act right off her face.]
"And finally..." Sato’s face actually sours more, which shouldn’t be possible. "Akari Nakamura versus Miyuki Hayashi."
Somehow, I kinda knew she’d be my opponent.
I lock eyes with Miyuki across the arena. Those perfect tits of hers rise with a deep breath as she stares me down.
[Game on, bitch.]