The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 46: Image

Chapter 46: Image
{Shion}
[Disgusting.]
I watch the video again, my nails tapping against the mahogany desk of my private office. The way that gyaru moves, all confidence and raw power as she disperses attack spells like it’s nothing.
[How dare she make it look so effortless.]
No, I’m not watching her sex tape. I have no interest in that. What I care about is...
"And did you see her performance at the Symposium?" One of my underlings gushes. "The way she just-"
"Silence."
The temperature drops ten degrees. My subordinates freeze like the well-trained dogs they are.
On my screen, Akari Nakamura struts across the stage in those tacky platform heels.
[Hmph. She’s probably not even wearing anything under that skirt, is she?]
The audacity of her, flaunting both her power AND her anatomy like some common whore.
[Yet...]
"Pull up her scores." My voice could freeze hell itself. "All of them."
Screens materialize around me, floating on cushions of pure mana. Each one displays another perfect score, another record-breaking performance.
[Unacceptable.]
"Guild Leader Honda?" One brave soul ventures. "Should we... do something about her?"
My laugh makes ice crystals form on the windows.
"Do something?" I stand, my own considerable assets straining against my perfectly tailored suit. "Oh, we’re going to do more than something."
The view from my office shows all of New Tokyo spread out below, a glittering tapestry of magic and technology. Somewhere down there, that blonde SLUT is probably making out with her equally vulgar friend, thinking she’s untouchable.
[Time to remind her of her place.]
"You know what happens when you let weeds grow unchecked?" I ask the room at large, watching my reflection in the window. "They spread. They take over. They choke out everything proper and pure."
I watch Akari demolish another opponent in the video. The raw power rolling off her, the way her muscles flex under that ridiculously short skirt...
[Focus, Shion.]
"Guild Leader?" Another subordinate pipes up. "The board is asking about-"
"Tell them," I cut in, frost literally forming where my fingers touch the glass, "that the Honda Guild will handle this... infestation."
[Pathetic.]
"Prepare my car." I straighten my tie. "It’s time I paid Crescent Moon University a visit."
"Yes, Guild Leader!"
They scurry out like the insects they are, leaving me alone with the videos. Unfortunately, the video I was watching ends and autoplays into Akari’s latest viral hit on one screen - the one of her breeding that gyaru friend of hers.
[Soon, you worm. Soon, you will see just how little you actually understand about the world of mages.]
"You want to play champion?" I smile at my reflection, watching frost spread across the glass. "Let’s see how you handle a REAL threat."
The Honda Guild’s reputation wasn’t built on mercy, after all.
And I didn’t get where I am by letting pretty girls with big dicks think they can change the natural order.
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{One Week Later}
{Akari}
"Mmmmph... fuck, baby, we’re gonna be late-"
[Come on, don’t be distracted by her underhanded tactics. Focus!]
But it’s real fuckin’ hard to focus when Haruka’s got my cock down her throat like it’s her favorite lollipop. Those blue contacts look up at me all innocent-like while she deepthroats me and, honestly, my conversation with Prof. Zhang keeps replaying in my mind, over and over again, like my subconscious is begging me to be responsible.
And kinda failing.
"Seriously-" My hands tangle in her light brown hair. "We got class in twenty- OH FUCK!"
Her tongue does this swirly thing that makes my toes curl in my platforms. A week of practice and she’s already figured out all my weak spots.
[This bitch is gonna be the death of me I swear.]
"Haru-chan..." I try to sound stern but it comes out more like a moan. "I promised I wouldn’t be showing up late to school... I’m gonna get expelled, you slut!" I laugh.
Finally, she pulls off with this obscene *pop*, a string of spit connecting her glossy lips to my cock.
"Mom wants to see you again," she says casually, like she wasn’t just trying to suck my soul out through my dick. "Says you should come over soon~"
[Oh god her mom...]
"Yeah?" Thinking about that absolute goddess of a woman isn’t doing anything to soften my dick. "Tell her I miss her cooking."
"Her ’cooking’, huh?" Haruka grins, stroking me lazily. "That what we’re calling it now?"
"Shut up and get dressed, you slut!" I laugh, tucking my still-hard dick away. "We’re seriously gonna be late!"
"Fine, fiiiiine."
Ten minutes of frantic makeup application and uniform adjusting later, we’re speed-walking toward Crescent Moon. Well, as much as you can speed-walk in platforms.
"Can’t believe it’s only been a week since all that drama," Haruka giggles, linking her arm with mine as we walk. "Remember when you made that freshman pass out just by winking at him?"
"Listen, not my fault he got a nosebleed! Though that dick print in his pants was pretty impressive..."
"Or how about when Professor Chen caught me giving you a handie under the desk?" Haruka said, sounding absolutely proud of herself.
"Bitch literally turned PURPLE!" I cackle, remembering how the petals rained down on her perfectly organized desk. "Thought she was gonna pop a blood vessel!"
"That shit was amazing. Almost as good as when you bent me over the practice room table after hours~"
"Girl, you were so loud the cleaning lady thought someone was getting murdered!"
"Worth it though!" Haruka grins, that perfect ass swaying in her tiny skirt. "My hole’s still kinda loose from that pounding."
"Speaking of loose holes," I wiggle my eyebrows, "what about that time in the library when you-"
"OH MY GOD SHUT UP!" She slaps my arm, giggling.
"The librarian’s FACE though! And then you tried to say we were ’studying anatomy’..."
"I mean..." She grabs my ass discreetly. "Wasn’t exactly lying~"
We’re both cracking up now, probably looking like complete idiots but who gives a fuck? Sometimes you just gotta laugh about getting caught balls deep in your best friend by enchanted literature.
Yeah, we’ve been getting kinda nasty but... Honestly? This shit’s kinda got honeymoon vibes or something. Finally, Haru and I did the deed and... What, I’m supposed to NOT tap that ass at every opportunity?
Fuck that!
[Something’s different today though...]
"Yo," I nudge Haruka, who’s still got that ’just sucked dick’ glow about her. "Is it just me or are there way more people than usual?"
She looks around, those perfect tits bouncing as she turns.
"Yeah, now that you mention it..."
The crowd’s giving me major Symposium vibes. Students everywhere, all dressed up fancy like they’re expecting something big.
My phone buzzes.
[GothQueen🖤]: heads up
[GothQueen🖤]: something’s happening
[GothQueen🖤]: dad’s being weird about it
[Me]: tf does that mean??
[GothQueen🖤]: idk but he actually wanted to come to the university today
[Oh, shit.]
"Reina says her dad’s here," I tell Haruka, who’s still got my precum on her bottom lip. "Like, the actual CEO of CrysTech."
"Fuck." She quickly wipes her mouth. "That’s... not normal, right?"
Before I can answer, the temperature suddenly drops. Like, my nipples could cut glass right now.
[What the actual fuck?]
"Look!" Someone points toward the entrance. "It’s Guild Leader Honda!"
[Who the fuck is-]
Oh.
OH.
A tall woman in a perfectly tailored suit strides through the crowd like she owns it. Long black hair, curves that would make a model jealous, and this aura of pure ICE that makes everyone straighten up like they’re being inspected.
[Well shit, even her tits look expensive.]
"Holy shit," Haruka breathes next to me. "That’s... that’s..."
"The Ice Queen," someone whispers. "Leader of the Honda Guild!"
[Yeah, that’s what I thought.] I sigh. [Why do I get the feeling this isn’t a social call?]
More whispers ripple through the crowd:
"They say she once froze an entire building..."
"Don’t look her in the eye!"
"Is that... killing intent?"
[Best case, she’s here for something that’s got nothing to do with me. Worst case... I’m looking at yet another stuck-up bitch with something to prove. Fuck.]
"Akari!" Haruka hisses, grabbing my arm. "That’s the woman who froze an entire guild hall because someone spilled coffee on her shoes!"
"For real?"
"Yeah, and get this-" She leans closer. "She’s like, the most powerful guild leader in New Tokyo. Nobody crosses her and lives to tell about it."
Suddenly, the subject of Haru’s whispering was right in front of me.
"Miss Nakamura."
That voice hits me like a sudden cold shower, sending shivers down my spine. The Ice Queen’s standing right in front of us now, her presence making the air itself feel heavy.
"Nice... performance in the Symposium." Her eyes scan me like she’s evaluating a bug. "Very... creative."
Her whole aura is a bit murderous, but I try not to let it get to me. Instead...
"Thanks!" I flash my brightest, fakest smile. "I try to keep things interesting."
"Indeed." Her smile could freeze hell itself. "We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other very soon."
She walks past us, the temperature dropping with each step. Everyone else bows their heads, but I keep mine high.
[Well, whatever she’s got in mind, she can bring it. I’m not here to mess around either... Well, too much anyway.]