The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 63: Rising Star, Part Seventeen*

{Akari}

[This is happening. This is actually happening.]

My platforms click against the tiles as I slip into the third-floor bathroom, my heart pounding harder than the time I maxed out my credit card at the store. The place is empty except for one stall at the end - door slightly ajar, inviting me in.

I check my hair in the mirror first because like, priorities. Even if I’m about to get messy, a girl’s gotta start strong.

[Perfect as always~]

"You gonna admire yourself all day?" Naomi’s voice floats out from that stall, playful and thick with want, "Or are you gonna come show me what that S-Class dick can do?"

[Oh, it’s ON.]

I strut over, pushing that door open to find the thickest, most beautiful redhead I’ve ever seen posed against the wall. Her uniform’s already half-undone, those perfect tits practically spilling out of her bra, and holy SHIT her thighs could probably crush watermelons.

"Damn," I whisper, drinking in every curve. "You really don’t waste time, huh?"

"Nope." She grabs my tie, pulling me close. "Twenty-five minutes until the mystery round. Better make ’em count, champion~"

Her lips crash into mine and suddenly I’m pressed up against her, my hands finding that absolutely incredible ass while she grinds against the bulge in my skirt. The way she moans into my mouth when I squeeze that fat booty has my dick throbbing.

"Fuck," she pants between kisses, "I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you fight. The way you move... The way you cast..." Her hand finds my cock through my skirt, stroking it. "God, you’re big..."

"Yeah?" I spin her around, pressing her against the wall. My dick’s nestled between those perfect cheeks now, and even through our clothes I can feel how warm she is. "Been thinking about this too, baby. You looked so good out there, all sweaty and determined..."

She pushes back against me, that incredible ass grinding on my length.

[... I’m going to have a heart attack.]

"Show me what you got then, S-Class." She looks over her shoulder, those green eyes dark with lust. "Put all that power somewhere useful~"

I don’t need to be told twice.

Her skirt hits the floor and holy FUCK, this girl came prepared. No panties, just that perfect ass and a pussy that’s already dripping for me. I run my fingers through those wet folds, making her gasp.

[Nah, come on, ’Kari. Sure, she’s one of the hottest girls you’ve ever seen, but you can’t just stand and stare like some sorta nerd!]

"Somebody’s excited," I tease, but like, same girl. My dick’s so hard it hurts.

"Less talking," she moans, pushing back against my hand. "More- OH!"

I slide two fingers in, feeling how tight and hot she is. Her walls clench around my digits as I start pumping them in and out, my other hand reaching around to play with her clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck..." She drops her head against the wall, that perfect ass pushing back to meet my thrusts. "Your fingers feel so good..."

"Just wait till you feel my dick, baby." I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her whole body shake. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy up real good~"

Her only response is a needy whine as I add a third finger, stretching her out. My cock’s leaking precum, making a wet spot on my skirt as I watch my fingers disappear into that perfect pussy over and over. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Please," she finally begs, looking back at me with those bedroom eyes. "I need it. Need your cock..."

[God DAMN.]

I pull my fingers out, sucking them clean while she watches. Then I hike up my skirt, letting my dick spring free. She actually moans at the sight of it, that fat ass wiggling invitingly.

"Ready baby?" I line up with her entrance, rubbing my tip through her wetness. "Gonna make you feel so good..."

"Just fuck me already!" She pushes back, trying to take me in. "We don’t have much- OH FUCK!"

I slam in balls deep in one thrust, her tight walls stretching around my length. We both freeze for a moment, panting, as she adjusts to my size.

"Holy shit," she breathes, her pussy clenching around me. "You’re so... fuck..."

Then I start moving and coherent thoughts go out the window.

My hips slap against that perfect ass as I rail her, one hand in her long red hair while the other plays with her clit. Her tits are bouncing with every thrust, barely contained by that bra, and the sounds she’s making should be illegal.

"Harder!" She begs, pushing back to meet my thrusts. "Fuck me harder!"

[Your wish is my command, princess.]

I pick up the pace, really giving it to her now. The stall’s actually shaking, and I briefly wonder if anyone can hear us, but like... who cares? All that matters is how good this feels, how perfect her pussy feels around my cock, how her moans are getting higher and needier with every thrust.

"Gonna cum," she pants, her whole body trembling. "Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna-"

"Do it." I grab her hips, slamming in deep. "Cum on my dick, baby. Show me how good it feels~"

She absolutely floods my cock, her pussy clenching like crazy as she cums harder than I’ve ever seen anyone cum. I follow right after, pumping load after load deep inside her while she milks my dick for everything I’ve got.

For a minute we just stay like that, panting and sweaty, my cock still buried in that perfect pussy. Then my phone buzzes - fifteen minutes until the mystery round.

"Fuck," she laughs, still catching her breath. "That was..."

"Yeah." I slowly pull out, watching my cum leak from her well-fucked hole. "You good?"

"More than good."

She turns around, pulling me into another kiss, then smirks against my lips.

"By the way... since you fucked me so nice, might as well tell you what’s coming next~"

My ears perk up.

"Oh?"

"Mhm." She starts fixing her uniform, those perfect tits somehow looking even better all disheveled. "The mystery round? It’s called the Mirror Match."

"The what now?"

"They’re gonna make copies of us," she explains, adjusting her skirt over that cum-dripping pussy. "Magical duplicates. Then we have to fight our own copies - see who knows their own style best, you feel me?"

[... Well fuck.]

"That’s..." I swallow hard. "That’s actually pretty smart. Damn."

"Right?" She winks, reapplying her lip gloss. "Fighting yourself is harder than you’d think. All your tricks, all your moves..." She stretches, making her uniform strain against those curves. "Plus the copies don’t get tired. They just keep coming."

[Keep coming, huh? Just like you did on my dick?]

But for real though, that’s gonna be rough. Even with my spell dispersal trick, fighting a copy of myself that knows exactly what I’m gonna do? That never gets tired?

"Thanks for the heads up," I say, helping her straighten her top. "But like... why tell me?"

She grins, pulling me in for one more kiss that tastes like cherry lip gloss and victory.

"Because," she purrs against my lips, "I want you at your best when I beat you. Watching you fight earlier got me so wet... imagine how hot it’ll be watching two of you go at it~"

With that, she saunters out, that perfect ass swaying with every step. I watch her go, mind already spinning with possibilities.

[Mirror Match, huh?]

My phone buzzes.

[NaomiYama🔥]: better figure out how to beat yourself, champ 😘

[NaomiYama🔥]: winner gets to pick the position next time 😈

[NaomiYama🔥]: and i’ve got some ideas about what that mouth can do~

Reading that, I’m stuck, literally just stuck, smirking down at my phone.

[Holy fuck.]

---

"Your hair’s messed up," Reina notes as I strut back to our little group, raising one perfect eyebrow. "You, uh... Had fun?"

"Maybe~" I collapse onto the bench between them, immediately pulling Haruka into a sloppy kiss. She moans into my mouth, probably tasting Naomi on my tongue.

"Mm, you taste different," she purrs when we break apart.

"The taste of VICTORY!" I grab that perfect ass, making her squeak.

"I wouldn’t celebrate ’victory’ so fast," Reina mutters. "We still have the last round left."

"Well, yeah, but listen - thicc ginger mama actually told me what the mystery round is!"

Even Lily, hovering nearby like the jealous bitch she is, perks up at that.

"Oh?" Reina’s tail swishes with interest. "Do tell."

"Mirror Match," I announce, still groping Haruka’s incredible booty. "They’re gonna make copies of us and we gotta fight ourselves."

"What the fuck?" Haruka pulls back, tits bouncing. "That’s like... some anime shit!"

"Right?" I steal another quick kiss, cause like, how can I not when she’s looking all concerned and cute? "Magical duplicates that know all our moves AND don’t get tired."

Lily actually snorts. "Well, you’re fucked then. Your style’s so... basic."

"Says the bitch who got her ass handed to her," Reina snaps back, surprising all of us. Her tail’s doing that angry swish thing. "At least Akari made it to the final round."

[Damn, kitty’s got claws!]

"Whatever." Lily storms off, probably to go cry in the bathroom about how unfair life is.

"So," Haruka starts grinding in my lap, which like, super distracting but go off queen, "how do you beat yourself?"

"By being unpredictable," Reina muses, pointedly ignoring how Haruka’s basically dry-humping me now. "The copy will know your usual moves, so..."

"So I gotta do something I wouldn’t normally do!" I grab Haruka’s hips, stilling her before my dick gets too excited. "Baby, you’re a genius!"

"I try." She smirks, ears twitching. "Though maybe save the celebration for after? We’ve only got ten minutes left."

"Plenty of time," Haruka purrs, going for another kiss.

[Time to figure out how to beat myself... right after I stick my tongue down my bestie’s throat.]