The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 102: Arcane Jungle, Part Twenty-Nine*

{Nao}

I don’t know what I expected from tonight’s formal dinner, but it sure as hell wasn’t this.

The first night, it was like a scene out of one of those shitty high school dramas. Bitches sniping at each other, food flying, Akari and Haruka in the middle of it all like the eye of a slutty hurricane.

But now? Now it’s like someone spiked the punch with aphrodisiacs and Spanish Fly.

Everywhere I look, people are flirting. And not even the subtle kind. I’m talking full-on bedroom eyes, "accidental" touches, innuendos so thick you could choke on ’em.

[Jesus, did everyone get laid last night or something?]

I mean, I know *I* didn’t. Not for lack of trying on Haruka’s part, but still.

I dunno. Maybe... Maybe now that the competition’s out of the way, it’s officially sunk in for everyone that they can just enjoy shit. I mean, we are at a kick-ass hotel and all. Maybe people are finally letting themselves go.

[Maybe I should do the same.]

I’m picking at my food, trying to ignore the way Akari’s practically eye-fucking Reina across the table, when Haruka plops down next to me.

"Sup, kitty cat?" She grins, snagging a roll off my plate. "Enjoying the festivities?"

I snort, batting her hand away.

"If by ’festivities’ you mean the orgy that’s about to break out, then sure. Totally loving it."

She laughs, loud and bright. It’s annoying how much I like the sound.

"Aw, don’t be like that!" She bumps my shoulder with hers. "It’s fun! Everyone’s finally letting loose, ya know?"

I do know. And that’s the problem.

Because as much as I hate to admit it, there’s a part of me that wants to let loose too. A part that’s been getting harder and harder to ignore, especially with Haruka constantly in my space, all smiles and casual touches and thinly-veiled invitations.

For a moment, I repeat the same shit I’ve been repeating all this time.

[Down, kitty. Remember the plan.]

The plan. Right. Focus on the tournament, on proving myself. On showing everyone that Nao Sumi is more than just some Class 2 charity case.

But, well...

Plan’s done, right? The event’s over.

"So," Haruka says, pulling me out of my thoughts. "How do you think you’ve done? In the tournament, I mean."

I blink, caught off guard by the question. It’s rare for Haruka to be serious about anything, least of all magical prowess. I mean, she’s still grinning like a dumbass, but this is serious relative to how she usually acts.

"I..." I trail off, poking at my mashed potatoes. "I don’t know. Not great, I guess."

And it’s true. I mean, I held my own in the obstacle course, but let’s be real - I’m no Akari Nakamura. I’m not even a Lily Amano.

I’m just... me. A Class 2 girl with more ambition than talent, more bark than bite.

"Hey," Haruka says softly, putting her hand on my arm. "Don’t sell yourself short, Nao. You did amazing out there."

I look up at her, instinctively searching for a punchline. Maybe a hint of mockery. But there’s none. Just warm blue contacts and a small, sincere smile.

I swallow hard, looking away.

"Thanks, I guess. But let’s be real - I’m not the best mage here. Not even close."

Haruka shrugs, stealing another roll.

"So? Who cares about being the best? You hung in there, didn’t you? As a Class 2, that’s pretty damn impressive."

Is it? Is just hanging on really something to be proud of?

[Maybe for someone like me, it is.]

The thought sits heavy in my chest.

I mean, it’s a little bittersweet. Obviously, I’d dreamed about outshining everyone somehow. But, yeah, maybe this is the best I can do. Maybe this is my ceiling, my limit.

But then again, a week ago I would’ve said my limit was a hell of a lot lower. I would’ve laughed in your face if you told me I’d be part of the team representing Crescent Moon, that I’d hold my own against a powerful mage from across the world in purely magical combat.

So maybe... maybe in the end, I pushed my limit. Made it budge a little.

I don’t know, but the thought of that does warm me up a bit.

Haruka’s watching me, her head tilted, the usual smile now on her face. Like she can see through my clothes or something.

"In that case," she says, her voice low and warm, "what do you think? You finally feel like celebrating?"

And there it is.

I feel my cheeks flush, my heart kick into overdrive, my fucking cock twitch.

I look away.

"Jesus," I mutter, rolling my eyes even as my pulse pounds. "You are so cock-brained, you know that?"

Haruka just laughs, completely unbothered by my halfhearted jab.

"Guilty as charged, baby."

I don’t know. Maybe it’s the tournament, or the weird sex vibes in the air, or the way Haruka’s looking at me right now...

But, man, I’ve been so fucking stressed lately. I need to let loose, don’t I?

There’s a server by the corner of the room with a bottle of wine. I raise a glass, waving him over.

"Sure," I say as he fills the glass up.

Haruka grins.

"Yeah?" She asks in that teasing tone. "Ya wanna fuck~?"

"Do you actually want me to fucking say it?"

"Wouldn’t hurt," she says, lifting her own glass for the server to fill. "Come on. Say it."

My face is probably the reddest it’s ever been.

I down the entire glass in less than three seconds, hissing at the way alcohol burns. I’m still not used to it, but I need some liquid courage right now.

"Sure."

"Sure what?"

"Sure I want to-" I catch myself being a bit too loud. I look, to make sure no one is listening. "I want to fuck you."

She sticks her tongue out through her teeth a little.

"Then..." She finishes her own glass even faster than I did.

She leans in.

"W-Wait, I-"

I’m about to protest. I mean, kissing in front of everyone? That’s embarrassing as shit. That’s-

Her lips are on mine.

Instantly, it’s like my world dissolves into fucking nothing.

It’s 10 seconds. 10 seconds where she presses her lips onto mine, tugs at my bottom lip with her teeth, kisses me again, and pulls back.

And no, now, my dick is the hardest it’s ever been.

"You were saying?" The fucking sex demon in front of me asks with a raised brow.

And I lean in myself this time.

---

No one notices us slipping out of the dining room, too caught up in their own simmering sexual tension to pay attention to two horny mages on a mission.

Haruka’s hand is warm in mine as she leads me through the hotel’s twisting hallways, our footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. My heart’s pounding so hard I’m surprised it’s not echoing off the walls.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.

Haruka glances back at me, her grin wicked in the dim light. "Somewhere we won’t be interrupted."

A shiver runs down my spine at the promise in her words, pooling hot and heavy in my gut. My cock twitches again, already straining against the confines of my slacks.

[Down, boy. You’ll get your turn soon enough.]

We turn a corner and Haruka suddenly stops, so abruptly that I almost crash into her. She’s staring at a nondescript door, her head cocked to the side like she’s listening for something.

"Here," she says, reaching for the handle. "This should do."

The door swings open to reveal what looks like a supply closet, shelves lined with towels and mini soaps and spare pillows. The air smells faintly of laundry detergent and something else, something musky and primal.

Haruka pulls me inside, letting the door click shut behind us. The space is cramped, barely big enough for two people to stand without touching.

Not that I mind. Touching is definitely on the agenda.

"A closet? Really?" I aim for snarky but it comes out decidedly weak, my voice cracking on the last syllable.

Haruka steps closer, backing me up against the door. Her eyes glitter in the half-light, hungry and full of promise.

"What’s wrong with a closet?" She murmurs, trailing one finger down the front of my shirt. "Afraid of tight spaces?"

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

"No. Just don’t want to get busted by the cleaning crew."

She laughs, low and throaty. It shivers across my skin like a physical caress.

"Didn’t take you for a shy fuck," she teases, her hands settling on my hips. "Where’s that famous tiger bravado?"

It’s wherever my common sense fucked off to, apparently. Because I’m out here, trapped between Haruka and a hard place (heh), about to do something that could get us both expelled if we’re caught.

And I don’t give a single, solitary fuck.

"Bravado’s right here," I growl, grabbing the front of her shirt and hauling her in for a kiss.

Our mouths crash together, hot and hungry and absolutely filthy. Haruka’s hands slide under my shirt, her nails raking up my back hard enough to sting. I gasp into her mouth, arching into the touch, my cock grinding against her hip. She swipes her tongue across mine and my eyes widen briefly before I tentatively reach out with mine.

"Fuck," she pants when we break for air, her lips swollen and slick. "Fucking knew you’d be wild."

I’d love to say some cool shit right now, but... Honestly, all I can think of is how I want to see those tits out in the open. I’m already working on the buttons of her shirt.

She grins, sharp and feral.

As soon as I can, I surge forward, spinning us around so she’s the one pressed against the door. She lets out a startled little "oomph" that quickly turns into a moan when I latch onto her neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin.

I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m...

Well...

I’m kind of a virgin.

But, I’ve, reluctantly, seen those videos Nakamura posted. May as well just roleplay as her or something.

Her shirt falls open under my fingers, revealing smooth brown skin and the mouthwatering swell of her tits. I palm one roughly, relishing the way it spills over my hand, the way her nipple hardens up against my palm.

"Shit," she hisses, her head thunking back against the door. "Oh fuck, Nao..."

The sound of my name on her lips, ragged and wanting, sends a bolt of pure lust straight to my cock. I grind against her thigh, letting her feel how hard I am, how much I fucking want this.

Clothes swiftly fall away in a haze of groping hands and nipping teeth.

Shirts and bras tossed aside, pants shoved down to tangle around ankles. It’s graceless and clumsy and absolutely perfect.

And then we’re skin to skin, nothing between us but sweat and panting breaths. I look down now that her pants are on the floor and, god, the look of her ass is like a lewd painting or something.

I don’t hesitate.

I drop to my knees, ignoring the hard floor, and spin her around.

She’s a little surprised. Before she can even ask what I’m doing, I take Haruka’s dick into my mouth.

She’s hot and heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips obscenely.

"Fuck!" Her hands fly to my hair, gripping tight. "Shit, Nao, your mouth..."

I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, swirling my tongue around the head. She tastes like musk and salt and pure sex. I could get addicted to this flavor.

[Am I supposed to...?]

Relaxing my throat, I take her deep. My nose brushes her pubes as her cock hits the back of my throat. Haruka lets out a strangled moan, her hips twitching forward involuntarily.

[Yeah, okay. That’s right, fuck my face. Use me.]

I set a fast pace, bobbing my head, taking her again and again. Spit dribbles down my chin as I work her, messy and filthy and so fucking good.

"Nao, fuck, I’m close..."

My eyes widen.

I pull off with a wet pop.

"Not yet."

She whines at the loss but I’m already spinning her around, shoving her against the boxes.

"Bend over," I growl. And, well, with that ass in front of me now, I give it a hard spank.

"Fuck!"

Haruka scrambles to obey, sticking her ass out, spreading her legs. I groan at the sight, my dick throbbing between my legs.

[Okay... Okay... Slowly.]

I spit in my palm, slicking myself up.

Then I’m lining up, pressing the blunt head of my cock against her entrance.

"Ready?" I pant.

"Fuck yes," she says, pushing back against me. "Wreck me the fuck up, baby~"

With that bit of motivation, I slam forward, burying myself to the hilt in one thrust. We both cry out at the sudden intrusion, her hot, tight walls clenching around me.

"Ohhhh. Shit, you feel so good," I groan, pulling out only to slam back in. "So fucking tight!"

I’m tall enough to where I can tilt her head up and look down at her face. She’s seeing stars right now.

But, she’s not telling me to stop. So, I set a quick pace, pounding into her, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling the small space. I mean, she gets railed by Nakamura daily, right? She can handle this.

Sure enough, once she registers what’s happening, Haruka meets me thrust for thrust, pushing her hips back.

"Yes, fuck, just like that! Harder, Nao, fuck me harder!"

I comply, slamming into her, watching my dick disappear into her greedy hole again and again. I’m not going to last long, not with how good she feels, how eager she is for my cock.

"Haruka, fuck, I’m gonna cum..."

"Do it," she demands, clenching around me. "Fill me up, Nao, fucking breed me!"

Her filthy words push me over the edge. With a guttural moan, I bury myself deep and let go, my cock pulsing as I empty myself inside her.

Haruka cries out, her body shaking as her own orgasm crashes over her. I feel her cum splattering the boxes, her ass milking my dick for every last drop.

We stay like that for a long moment, panting and trembling, lost in the aftershocks. Finally, I pull out, both of us hissing at the sensitivity.

"Damn," Haruka says with a breathless laugh as she turns to face me. "That was intense." She’s smiling like a dumbass.

"Yeah," I agree, grinning like an idiot too. "It really was."

...

"... So," Haruka says as she straightens my collar, her touch lingering. "Ready to go again?"

"W-What?"

"Come on," she pulls me toward her, "I’m draining you dry tonight~"

I swallow.

And, in that moment, as she gets on the tips of her toes and kisses me, I think to myself:

[... I said no to this??? What am I, stupid!?]