The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 45: Excellence

{Miyuki}

[This isn’t happening. This is NOT happening.]

The video plays again.

And again.

And again.

My perfectly manicured nail keeps hitting replay like it’s possessed, forcing me to watch that... that TRASHY GYARU ride Nakamura’s penis like she’s getting paid for it.

"Fuck yeah, champion~!" Video-Haruka moans, bouncing that stupid, fat ass up and down. "Show everyone who’s boss!"

[I think I’m going to be sick.]

But at the same time...

She couldn’t look away.

"Miyuki-sama?" Mei’s voice barely registers. "Should we... do something?"

Do something? DO SOMETHING?

[What CAN we do!?]

The prestigious Crescent Moon University, MY university, has been reduced to... to...

To futanari anal porn! And the worst part? The absolute WORST part?

[They look like they’re... having fun...]

"M-Miyuki-sama?" Mei sounds worried now. "Your phone..."

The screen’s cracking under my grip. I don’t care. All I can focus on is Nakamura’s hands grabbing those thick thighs, spreading them wide as she-

"ENOUGH!"

My shriek echoes off the student council room walls. Several portraits of past presidents rattle in their frames. Good. Let them see what their beloved institution has become!

[BrokenMoon🌙]: EMERGENCY MEETING. NOW.

[BrokenMoon🌙]: THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[LilyAmano💫]: omw! everything ok? 💕

[BrokenMoon🌙]: That WHORE posted a SEX TAPE

My fingers shake as I type. How dare she? How DARE she!? First she shows up with those tacky platform heels, then she has the audacity to score higher than me on every test, and now... now...

"Did you see the view count?" Mei whispers, like she’s telling me someone died.

I check.

[Oh god.]

Ten million.

It hasn’t even been a day.

[I’m going to throw up.] 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Miyuki!" Lily bursts through the door, looking perfectly disheveled. "I came as fast as I- oh my."

She stops, taking in what must be a pathetic sight: me, the student council president, gripping my cracked phone while tears threaten to ruin my perfectly applied mascara.

"Look at her!" I thrust the phone at Lily. "Look at what she’s done to our school’s reputation!"

"Fill me up, champion~!"

"Take that dick baby!"

"Oh wow," Lily’s eyes widen. "That’s... quite the angle."

"THE ANGLE!?" My voice hits a pitch only dogs should hear. "That’s what you’re focusing on!? We have to do something!" I pace, heels clicking frantically against marble. "We have to... we need to..."

A notification pops up.

[GothQueen🖤]: nice dick @Champion_Akari

"Even Miyamoto’s daughter!?" The phone finally shatters. "Is there no one left with standards!?"

"Miyuki-sama..." Lily steps closer, that innocent smile never wavering. "Maybe we should-"

"NO!" I grab her shoulders, probably looking deranged. "No maybes! We need... we need..."

[What we NEED is for her to bend me over this desk and- STOP IT!]

"A plan," I finish weakly, sliding to my knees. "We need a plan."

Mei and Lily exchange glances.

"Of course, Miyuki." Lily’s hand finds my shoulder. "Whatever you need."

"First," I stand, smoothing my skirt and adjusting my blazer. "First we... we..."

The video starts playing from Mei’s phone now.

"Breed my ass~!"

"God, you feel so fucking good..."

[...Maybe I should watch it one more time. For research purposes.]

"Miyuki-sama?"

"RESEARCH!" I snatch Mei’s phone. "We need to... analyze the situation. Thoroughly."

[For the good of the school, of course.]

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{Akari}

[Well SOMEBODY’s popular today.]

Another group of students literally dive out of my way as I strut down the hall. Can’t blame ’em - between yesterday’s victory and that video, I’m basically a celebrity now.

"Nice form, Nakamura!" Some third-year calls out.

"Thanks babe!" I blow him a kiss. "Years of practice!"

[And a naturally fat dick, but whatevs.]

The whispers follow me like my own personal hype crew:

"Did you see how deep she went-"

"God, her dick’s actually huge-"

"Think she’d let me ride it-"

And, suddenly, I’m looking back at a very stoic Professor Zhang. Not very amused, I imagine.

"Miss Nakamura." She says. She sounds amused, even though she’s not smiling. "Got a minute?"

[For the only professor who’s actually cool? Hell yeah.]

"Always for you, teach!"

Soon, I’m in her office. It looks... distraught today. Books everywhere, magical artifacts scattered across every surface, and her dragons leave her body and keep swimming through the air like they own the place, the moment she steps inside.

"So," she starts as I settle into a chair, crossing my legs to show off my platforms. "About that video-"

"Listen, I was kinda drunk and-"

She holds up a hand.

"I’m not here to scold you about posting your... celebration methods."

[Oh?]

"The Chancellor, however..." She leans forward, and her dragons actually pause their eternal dance. "He has some concerns."

[Here we fucking go.]

"Let me guess - I’m ’damaging the school’s reputation’ or whatever?"

"To an extent, absolutely."

"Fuck," I hang my head. "So... Am I suspended or...?"

"No." She replies, still looking expressionless. "Because, although that was absolutely shameful... Well, maybe I should just show you."

She slides forward a little graph showing on her phone.

My eyes bulge as I see what she’s trying to show me. Applications are up 200% since I joined the college.

"See?" Zhang adds. "That fact makes this... a complicated situation. Normally, yes, you’d have been expelled before you even walked into the university today. But... That’s a hard thing to do when you’re having this effect."

[Holy. Fucking. SHIT.]

I stare at those numbers like they might disappear if I blink. Two hundred percent? That’s... that’s a lot of fucking zeroes.

"You’re telling me," I lean forward, my tits practically spilling onto Zhang’s desk, "that I’ve been bringing people in?"

Zhang nods slowly.

"Turns out having an S-Class mage who’s confident enough to post her dick game online has actually been motivational."

[Suck on THAT, Chen!]

"So basically..." I can’t help the smirk spreading across my face, "you need me to keep the spotlight on our university?"

"Essentially? Yes."

My phone buzzes again.

[Ruka💕]: still thinking bout that champion dick baby

[Ruka💕]: my hole’s literally THROBBING 🥵

[Focus, Akari. FOCUS.]

"There is, however," Zhang’s voice turns serious, making me stuff my phone away quick, "a catch."

[Of fucking course there is.]

She slides another paper across her desk. My eyes scan it and-

"Perfect scores," she says, those dragons going still. "Perfect attendance. Perfect EVERYTHING. One slip-up, one missed assignment, one failed test..."

"And they kick my gyaru ass to the curb?"

"Exactly." Her undercut catches the light as she nods. "Chen and Sato are watching you like hawks. They want nothing more than an excuse and, to be honest, as I said, yes, you posting that video would be grounds for at the very least a suspension 10 times out of 10. So, this was what we arrived at."

I lean back, processing this shit.

"So basically..." I tap my platform against the floor. "As long as I keep being their little poster child for excellence or whatever, bringing in those sweet application numbers..."

"While maintaining absolute academic perfection, yes."

"... I can keep studying here?"

"Indeed," Zhang nods.

"Well," I grin at her, "good thing I got the skills for it, huh?"

Zhang actually snorts, her dragons doing loop-de-loops in the air.

"Just try to keep the public sex videos to a minimum? Some of us have to sit through faculty meetings where they play them on loop while complaining."

"No promises!" I stand, adjusting my skirt to show off maximum thigh. "But, if all you need is for me to do well-"

"-Not ’well’, perfect."

"-Then, I’ll ace every test just to watch Chen break more teacups!"

"I suppose that’s that then. Go. Off to class." She waves me off, but then- "Oh, and Akari?"

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations on winning the Symposium," Zhang smiles. "You did very well."

And, me?

I’m grinning the entire walk back to class.