The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 105: Epilogue

{Reina}

I check my reflection one last time, adjusting the collar of my uniform to hide the fresh hickey Akari left last night.

[Though honestly, why bother? The whole internet’s seen worse.]

My phone buzzes - another ManaGram notification. Probably another comment on that video of me and Akari in the library. Or maybe the one from the student council room. Or the conference room. Or...

[When did I become such a slut?]

The thought makes me smile, which is new. Used to be I’d die of shame at even thinking such things. Now? Now I wear my "corruption" like a badge of honor.

I head downstairs, my platforms clicking against marble floors that probably cost more than Akari’s entire apartment building. The sound echoes through our mansion’s hollow halls, bouncing off portraits of proper Miyamoto ancestors who would absolutely die (again) if they knew what their precious heir was up to these days.

[If they only knew how good gyaru dick tastes...]

Father’s waiting in the foyer, as always. His tail twitches as he inspects my outfit - the slightly too-short skirt, the way my uniform hugs my curves just a bit too tight to be proper.

We stare at each other.

This is it, right? The moment he finally brings up the photos? The videos? The fact that his perfect heir is all over ManaGram getting railed by the most shameless gyaru in magical history?

But he just... nods.

"Have a good day at school."

[That’s it?]

Maybe he hasn’t seen the latest trending video. The one where Akari bent me over her desk and...

No. He’s definitely seen it. The whole magical world has. There’s no way the CEO of CrysTech hasn’t noticed his daughter’s new... extracurricular activities.

[Maybe he’s in denial. Or maybe...]

Maybe he’s realizing what I realized weeks ago: I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.

Sure, I’m a scandal. Sure, I’m probably ruining the Miyamoto name with every moan Akari draws from my throat. Sure, half the magical world has seen me cum.

But I’m free.

The limo’s waiting outside, pristine and proper like everything else in my life used to be.

[Before a certain blonde menace turned my world upside down.]

As I slide into the back seat, my phone buzzes again. It’s Akari, sending me a selfie that would make a porn star blush.

"Miss the taste of my cock yet, princess?" the caption reads.

I smile, already feeling heat pool between my legs.

[Some scandals are worth it.]

The limo pulls away from the mansion, carrying me toward another day of magical theory, student council meetings, and probably getting railed in at least three inappropriate places.

Life’s funny like that sometimes.

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My phone rings for what feels like the thousandth time this week. Jun’s name flashes across the screen, and I swear I can feel my IQ dropping just looking at it.

I rub my temples, shaking my head at the same time.

[Some people really can’t take a hint.]

I need to give him a piece of my damn mind.

"Reina," he starts as soon as I pick up, that same rehearsed tone he uses for business presentations. "I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about our situation, and I believe if we approach this logically-"

"Jun," I cut him off, examining my nails. They’re painted black as usual in that way that made my father curse me out when I first did it and in that way that makes Akari’s dick harder when she sees my hand wrapped around her shaft. "Your dick is small and you fuck like a robot having a system malfunction. We. Are. Done."

I hang up before he can respond, a smile on my face as I imagine his face turning that specific shade of purple it gets when things don’t go according to his precious charts and graphs.

[Akari’s really rubbing off on me. In more ways than one.]

The limo pulls up to the academy, and there she is - my beautiful, unofficial girlfriend leaning against the gate in a uniform that barely qualifies as clothing. Her skirt’s so short it should be illegal, her platforms adding inches to her already impressive height, and that SMILE...

[God, I want to climb her like a tree.]

And, yes, all of this is unofficial. Even if my dad won’t berate me for dating her, I know that’ll change the moment I start going public with our relationship...

... Not that there aren’t multiple videos floating around the Gram with Akari and I spending time together, but still.

She spots me and her whole face lights up, like I’m the best thing she’s seen all day. It does something to my heart that I’m still not used to, even after all these weeks of being thoroughly fucking debauched by her on every available surface.

"Princess!" She calls out, already moving toward me. "Miss me?"

Instead of answering, I grab her by the tie and pull her down into a kiss that would make a porn director blush. Her tongue slides against mine, hot and hungry, and I can feel her cock starting to harden against my thigh.

"Mmm," she hums against my lips. "Someone’s feisty this morning."

"Just reminding everyone who I belong to," I purr, and the way her pupils dilate makes my own dick throb.

"Fuck, baby," she groans, her hands already finding my ass. "You can’t say shit like that when we have class in ten minutes!"

I squeeze her perfect bubble butt through her criminally short skirt.

"Why not? The supply closet’s right there..."

"Ohhhh you’re gonna be the fucking death of me," she laughs, but she’s already steering us toward the academy entrance. "Who knew the proper heiress was such a slut?"

Anyone else said that, I would have blasted their head off before the word was out their mouth. From Akari? It’s a compliment.

"You did," I remind her, leaning into her touch as we walk. "The moment you saw me."

She grins, that sharp, predatory smile that never fails to make my dick stir.

"True. Guess I just know quality ass when I see it."

We make our way inside, hands firmly planted on each other’s asses, ignoring the stares and whispers that follow us. Let them talk. Let them post their photos and their videos. I’ll have fun reacting to them later.

I’ve got my gyaru, I’ve got my freedom, and I’ve got approximately eight minutes until first period to get railed in that supply closet.

[Life’s pretty fucking perfect.]