The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 104: Arcane Jungle, Part Thirty-One

{Akari}

"And in first place... the Shanghai Academy of Magical Arts!"

[Well, shit.]

Second place. Not bad, honestly, considering half our team spent most of the week either fucking or thinking about fucking. Pretty sure Nao and Haruka missed half the award ceremony because they were "celebrating" in the bathroom.

[At least someone’s getting first place in something.]

The train back home is quiet, everyone worn out from a week of magical competition and truly olympic-level horniness. I spot Lily, who’s actually sleeping, drooling on Miyuki’s shoulder. Mei looks like she went through a whole fucking movie or something, with tan lines out the ass, a new haircut, new hair color, and an overall shell-shocked look.

Me? I’m just enjoying the view. Reina’s curled up against my side, her tail wrapped lazily around my wrist. She’s got this satisfied little smile on her face that has nothing to do with our competition ranking and everything to do with what we did in that conference room an hour ago.

[And the break room before that. And the supply closet after...]

"So," I say, breaking the comfortable silence. "Had fun everyone?"

Haruka, who’s practically in Nao’s lap despite there being plenty of seats available, perks up immediately.

"OH MY GOD, yes!" She bounces excitedly, making Nao grunt as she shifts on top of her. "Did you know Nao’s dick is actually the best? Like, seriously, her cock is HUGE and when she gets going-"

"HARUKA!" Nao’s face goes absolutely scarlet, her tail puffing up like someone stuck it in an electrical socket.

"What? I’m just saying! The way you bent me over that-"

Nao slaps a hand over Haruka’s mouth, but, I mean, it’s a bit late for that. Still, it’s cute the way Nao’s walking a little funny and Haruka’s got that "thoroughly fucked" glow.

"Never would have guessed our tiger had it in her," I tease, earning a middle finger from Nao.

"Fuck you, Nakamura."

"Wouldn’t you rather fuck Haru instead?"

Reina snorts against my shoulder, not even pretending to sleep anymore. Her hand finds mine, fingers intertwining in a way that feels weirdly intimate considering where those fingers were earlier.

"You’re all such disasters," she mumbles, but there’s so much fondness in her voice it makes my heart do stupid things.

"Says the heiress who let me rail her in a broom closet."

"That was YOUR idea!"

"You guys too?" Haruka asks and my brows shoot up. "Wow."

"Yeah. And, T-B-H, I didn’t hear you complaining, princess. Actually, what I heard was more like-"

She shuts me up with a kiss, which, fair enough.

When we break apart, I notice Lily watching us with this weird expression. Like she’s trying to figure something out.

"What?" I ask. "Want some of this too?"

She rolls her eyes, but there’s no real heat in it.

"As if. Just... thinking."

"Don’t do it too much. You’ll short your brain out."

"Shut up." She sighs. "Just wondering how the hell you managed to infect everyone at the hotel with slutism."

I grin, pulling Reina closer.

"Natural talent, baby. Though you were already pretty slutty to begin with."

"TRUE!" Haruka chimes in.

Lily doesn’t even look offended.

Reina tugs on my sleeve.

"Hey," Reina says softly, just for me. "No regrets?"

"Nah," I say, pressing a kiss to her temple. "No regrets at all."

---

The gentle rock of the train’s got everyone knocked out. Even Haruka, who’s usually bouncing off the walls, is dead to the world, curled up in Nao’s lap like the world’s horniest house cat.

[Guess a week of non-stop fucking will do that to you.]

I’m about ready to join them in dreamland, my head heavy against Reina’s shoulder, when my phone buzzes.

The name that pops up makes my heart stop for a second.

Dad.

[Well. This is new.]

For a moment, I just stare at the screen, watching it light up with each buzz. Last time we talked (and I mean, REALLY talked) was... what, three months ago? When he "forgot" to pay my tuition and I had to cover it with my maid cafe savings?

[Here we go...]

"Hello?"

"Saw you on the news." His voice is gruff, distant. Like he’s talking to a stranger. "The magical exhibition."

I glance down at my outfit - tiny skirt, platform heels, crop top. Wonder if he saw that too, or if he just caught the competition parts.

"Yeah?"

"You did well." A pause. "Second place in an international competition... That’s impressive."

[Holy shit. Is he actually...?]

My brows shoot up.

I’m silent for a second.

"Thanks, dad."

Another pause. Longer this time. I can hear him breathing on the other end, probably struggling with whatever he wants to say next.

"I’m proud of ya."

I sigh.

"... That so? Even of my style choices?"

"... Not quite. But still."

The way he says it - like my gyaru aesthetic is some kind of disease - would have pissed me off a week ago. But right now, with Reina warm against my side and the satisfaction of proving myself still fresh?

[Whatever, old man. Your daughter’s an S-Class slut and there’s nothing you can do about it.]

"Well, in any case," he says after another awkward pause. "Just wanted to... congratulate you."

"Thanks dad."

The line goes dead.

I stare at my phone for a long moment, processing. He didn’t mention the tuition. Didn’t ask about school or my apartment or whether I’m eating enough. Just... acknowledged my achievement and bounced.

[Baby steps, I guess.]

Reina stirs against me, making this little chirping sound that cats sometimes make in their sleep. Her tail tightens around my wrist, like she’s making sure I’m still there even while unconscious.

I look around at my crew one more time. At Nao’s arm wrapped protectively around Haruka’s waist. At Lily using Miyuki’s tits as a pillow. At all these disasters who’ve somehow become my family.

[Maybe that’s enough.]

I rest my head against Reina’s, breathing in that fancy shampoo smell that’s become so familiar.

[Yeah. This is enough.]

---

{Chancellor Storm}

These girls exist to make my life hell.

I’m convinced of it. Somewhere, some deity is laughing their ass off at my expense, watching me try to maintain the dignity of a centuries-old magical institution while dealing with what might be the horniest class in Crescent Moon’s history.

"Chancellor!" Professor Chen bursts into my office, her face redder than a tomato. "Have you SEEN what that... that DEGENERATE has posted now?"

[Unfortunately, yes. The whole damn internet has.]

Professor Sato’s right behind her, practically vibrating with indignation.

"It’s absolutely unconscionable! The way she just... and then... and in the LIBRARY!"

I resist the urge to bang my head against my desk. The video in question is still playing on my tablet - Akari Nakamura, our illustrious S-Class student, giving Haruka Suzuki the kind of dicking that would make a porn star blush.

Right there in the restricted section, between Ancient Runic Theory and Advanced Spell Matrices.

[At least her form is good, I guess.]

"And the SOUNDS!" Chen continues, pacing my office like a caged animal. "The way she just... and then that Suzuki girl..."

"I am aware," I cut in, trying to maintain some semblance of professional dignity. "The video has more views than our entire exhibition coverage."

That’s the real kicker. Our students place second in an international magical competition, showing skill and power beyond their years, and what’s trending? "S-CLASS GYARU RAILS BESTIE IN LIBRARY (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT)" or whatever the fuck.

[Though to be fair, it’s definitely not clickbait.]

"Something must be done!" Sato pounds my desk with his fist. "This is a prestigious institution, not some... some..."

"Magical porn studio?" I offer helpfully.

He makes a sound like a tea kettle about to explode.

"I will speak with Miss Nakamura," I assure them, even though we all know how that conversation will go. Probably like the last three times - her nodding seriously while already planning her next viral sex tape.

[Girl’s got a future in marketing, I’ll give her that.]

They leave in a huff of righteous indignation, muttering about "standards" and "proper behavior" and "in MY day..."

Once they’re gone, I let out a long sigh and look at the pile of complaints on my desk. Letters from concerned parents, angry emails from board members, and one very enthusiastic message from a porn company offering Akari a contract.

[Have to admire their initiative.]

But honestly? In a world of stuffy traditions and rigid expectations? Maybe we need a few shameless gyarus breaking all the rules. God knows this place could use some life.

Plus, our application numbers have tripled since Akari started trending. Turns out "S-Class Slut Makes Magic Sexy" is better advertising than "200 Years of Theoretical Excellence".

[Who knew?]

Still...

"WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TURN THAT VIDEO OFF?" I shout as another round of extremely enthusiastic moaning echoes from the faculty room.

[These girls are definitely going to be the death of me.]

But at least they’re having fun.

And hey - at least they’re using protection spells.

[... They ARE using protection spells, right?]

...

...

I need a drink.