The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 49: Rising Star, Part Three

"Holy SHIT!" Haruka practically bounces as we round the corner, far enough from the chaos that we can finally let loose. "Girl, where did THAT come from?"

I’m still tasting Miyuki’s cherry chapstick.

[Tasty. Not bad, Prez. Not bad at all.]

"What can I say?" I shrug, checking my reflection in my phone. "She needed to shut up, and I gave her a solution. Besides, you saw how close she was? You ask me, she was hoping I’d do that."

"Bitch, she was about to MELT!" Haruka fans herself dramatically. "Did you see her face? I swear I saw actual steam coming out of her ears!"

I glance back toward the courtyard. The crowd’s still there, probably gossiping their asses off. And in the middle of it all, I can just make out Miyuki’s figure, standing exactly where I left her.

I can basically see the buffering symbol over her head.

[Still processing, huh?]

"You think she’s gonna try to get you expelled?" Haruka asks, but she’s grinning like she already knows the answer.

"Please." I flip my hair, catching a glimpse of my handiwork in the distance. "They made their terms clear A-F. As long as I keep being the perfect student, they ain’t tossin’ me. So, fuck it, she can tell faculty about this. I ain’t got nothing to hide."

"Speaking of hiding things..." Haruka wiggles her eyebrows. "You still got more fliers?"

I pat my bag, hearing the rustle of glossy paper inside.

"Honey," I wink, "we’re just getting started."

[Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like she can get MORE mad...]

... Right?

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{Miyuki}

The student council room feels like it’s spinning.

"Miyuki-sama?" Mei’s voice barely registers. "Do you need anything? Water? Tea?"

"We could get the nurse," Lily adds, hovering nearby like an anxious bird.

"No, no," I manage, waving them away. "Please, return to your classes. I just... I need a moment."

They hesitate, but eventually file out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

[My thoughts and my COMPLETE MENTAL BREAKDOWN.]

Because that was my first kiss.

MY.

FIRST.

KISS.

All my life, I’ve maintained perfect control. Perfect grades. Perfect attendance. Perfect posture. Perfect EVERYTHING. But maintaining that perfection meant certain... sacrifices.

Like dating.

Or friends.

Or, really, any form of human contact that wasn’t strictly professional.

[Or acknowledging the thing between my legs that’s currently BETRAYING ME.]

I press my fingers to my lips, still feeling the ghost of her kiss. Still tasting her strawberry lip gloss. Still remembering how SOFT her lips were, how confident her movements, how she just...

[NO! Stop thinking about it!]

But I can’t. Because for the first time in my life, someone’s seen through my carefully constructed walls. Someone’s figured out what I’ve been hiding since middle school.

God, middle school. When I first realized I was different. When I started wearing longer skirts, avoiding the changing rooms, making excuses to skip swimming class. When I buried myself in student council work and academic excellence because it was easier than dealing with... this.

[And that gyaru just...]

My whole body feels like it’s on fire. Even now, as I try desperately to focus on literally anything else, my mind keeps replaying that moment. The way she did it. The look in her eyes. The slight curve of her smirk right before she...

[The way she KNEW. She had to have known!]

All these years of careful planning. Of perfect control. Of being the ice queen everyone expected. The bitchy student council president who’d never shown interest in anyone or anything beyond maintaining the school’s reputation. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

And she just... she just...

"AUGH!" I slam my head down on my desk, which does absolutely nothing to help my situation. If anything, it just makes me more aware of how my body’s reacting to these memories.

[Traitor.]

I practically slam my laptop open, pulling up the complaint form I’ve become intimately familiar with over the past week. The cursor blinks at me, waiting.

"Dear Faculty," I type, my fingers shaking. "I regret to inform you of yet another incident involving Nakamura Akari-"

My fingers freeze over the keys.

[Soft...]

"NO!" I actually say it out loud this time, shaking my head violently. "Focus, Miyuki. Focus!"

But as I sit there, trying to type out my fifteen thousandth complaint about Akari’s behavior, all I can think about is how none of them will matter.

Because she knows.

She knows about me now.

[And worst of all...]

I look down at my skirt, at the evidence of my completely shattered composure.

The thought makes me want to scream. Or cry. Or maybe just kiss her again.

[NO! BAD MIYUKI!]

But it’s too late. The damage is done. Years of carefully maintained distance, of being the untouchable student council president, the perfect honor student who definitely didn’t have any... extra equipment...

All undone by one kiss from that insufferable, infuriating gyaru.

[... I wonder if she’s going to do it again?]

"AUGH!"

Time for complaint number fifteen thousand and one.

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Home sweet home.

My perfect, normal house. With its perfect, normal walls. And my perfect, normal family who definitely don’t need to know about anything that happened today.

[Especially not about how some gyaru’s lips felt against mine-]

NO!

Bad Miyuki! We’re not thinking about that anymore!

"Welcome home, dear!" Mother calls from the kitchen. The smell of tonight’s perfectly coordinated dinner wafts through the air. "How was student council today?"

[Oh, you know, I just had my purity snatched away from me. Nothing much.]

"Fine!" My voice cracks. "Totally fine! Nothing happened! AT ALL!"

[Smooth.]

I practically sprint up the stairs to change out of my uniform. As I shimmy out of my skirt, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror - face still flushed, hair slightly mussed, and is that...?

[Oh god, there’s still a trace of her lipstick-]

I scrub my face so hard it turns pink for entirely different reasons.

When I come back down, Father’s home too. They’re both sitting at our pristine dining table, everything arranged with mathematical precision.

Just like always. Just like normal.

[Normal. Yes. That’s me. Perfectly normal.]

"The miso soup is excellent tonight, dear," Father says to Mother. "Oh, Miyuki, you seem flushed. Are you feeling alright?"

"YES!" I practically shout. "I mean... yes. Just... just warm. From walking home."

Mother tilts her head.

"But didn’t you take the-"

"So!" I interrupt, shoving rice into my mouth. "How was work?"

Father launches into a story about his latest business meeting, and I try to focus. I really do. But all I can think about is strawberry lip gloss and the way she grabbed my tie and-

"You know," Mother interjects, "I ran into Tanaka-san at the market today. Her daughter’s in your year, isn’t she? Such a proper young lady."

[Unlike the gyaru who just stole my first kiss and probably my sanity along with it.]

"Mm-hmm," I manage, stabbing my fish like it personally offended me.

"Anything interesting happen at school today?"

I choke on my rice.

"N-no!" Rice flies everywhere. "No no no no no! Nothing! Nothing at all! Why would you ask that? That’s crazy! You’re crazy! Everything’s normal!"

A grain of rice lands perfectly in Mother’s tea. Father’s chopsticks freeze midway to his mouth.

[Kill me. Just kill me now.]

"Are you sure you’re-"

"MAY I BE EXCUSED?"

I don’t wait for an answer. I just bolt, leaving my barely-touched dinner behind. As I race up the stairs, I can hear my parents discussing my "unusual behavior."

"Perhaps it’s stress from the student council..."

"She’s been acting strange all week..."

"Maybe we should schedule a doctor’s appointment..."

[If they only knew...]

Back in my room, I fall face-first onto my bed and scream into my pillow.

My perfect, organized room where everything makes sense and gyaru menaces don’t exist. Except now...

... Now, my traitor brain is wondering what Nakamura would look like sprawled across my perfectly made bed, that uniform hiked up while she-

[I need to get OFF. I mean get it off my mind. GET IT OFF MY MIND.]

"UGH!"

But as I lay here, staring at my ceiling, my cock painfully hard in my proper pajama pants, I know there’s only one way I’m getting any sleep tonight.

[Maybe... maybe if I just take care of it once, I’ll forget all about her...]

I slip my hand under the waistband, already knowing it’s a lie. Because now that I’ve had a taste of her, I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

[Damn you, Akari Nakamura...]

[Stupid gyaru...]

[Stupid soft lips...]

[Stupid... everything.]

The worst part? Tomorrow I’ll have to face her again. And now she knows. She KNOWS.

[... I wonder if she’ll do it again?]

"AUGH!" Another scream into the pillow. "BAD MIYUKI!"

But it’s too late. The damage is done. My perfect world has been invaded by strawberry lip gloss and confident smirks, and I don’t think I’ll ever recover.

[... I’m not too sure I want to. AAAAAGH!]