The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 68: Rising Star, Part Twenty-Two

[Yeah, that’s right bitches. BOW TO YOUR S-CLASS QUEEN!]

I stand there with my arms raised, soaking in the absolute chaos I just caused.

The crowd’s losing their collective mind. Phones are out, everyone screaming, someone’s foaming at the mouth, a girl just flashed me, pretty sure I just saw someone faint.

Good time overall.

"CRESCENT MOON UNIVERSITY WINS!" The announcer’s practically creaming himself up there. "IN AN UNPRECEDENTED DISPLAY OF... OF... WHATEVER THAT WAS!"

"THAT’S MY GIRL!" Haruka’s voice carries over everything, proud as fuck of her bestie making out with herself. (She’s probably already planning how we can recreate that scene later.)

"A STUNNING VICTORY!" The announcer continues while I blow kisses to the crowd. "THE HONDA GUILD-"

A bit of movement catches my eye. Naomi’s standing with her team, those perfect tits still bouncing slightly as she makes an exaggerated "call me" gesture.

[Fuck yes we’re celebrating later...]

"THE MOST SPECTACULAR-"

"Ahem."

[Oh shit.]

I stop.

The temperature literally drops as Shion Honda steps onto the platform.

The crowd goes quiet, probably sensing the absolute murder vibes coming off this bitch. Her perfect guild uniform somehow looks even more pressed than before.

"Interesting technique," she says, walking toward me like some final boss. Every step’s measured, precise. "Very... creative."

We stand facing each other like we’re about to draw pistols at high noon. Her in that pressed-to-death uniform that somehow makes her look both hot and terrifying, me with my skirt still riding up and definitely some of my own lip gloss on my face from making out with myself.

The crowd’s so quiet you could hear a platform heel drop.

[... Should I say something?]

I wonder briefly, but something in her eyes keeps me quiet. It’s not the rage I expected - it’s something else. Something calculating. Like she’s measuring every curve, every bounce, every little thing that makes me the opposite of what she stands for.

"Well done," she finally says, voice carrying even without a microphone. "Well done indeed!"

She raises her hand and a microphone literally appears in her palm, thrown from somewhere in the crowd. Like she’s got people just waiting to dramatically toss shit at her or something.

"You Crescent Moon pups," she continues, somehow making it sound both complimentary and condescending, "really showed us something special today."

Her other hand extends toward me.

[... The fuck is happening right now?]

For a second I just stare at it like she’s offering me a live snake.

But, slowly, knowing shit is probably getting a bit awkward, I take it.

Her grip is firm, professional, cold. Mine’s probably a little sweaty from all the self-makeout action and getting worked up over my own tits.

"The Honda Guild would like to formally congratulate Crescent Moon University," she announces, voice echoing through the arena. Everything about her screams ’I practice my shit-eating grin in the mirror’ energy. "You and the other students have shown... impressive creativity today."

But she’s not done. Those eyes lock onto mine, sharp as knives and twice as shiny.

"In fact," she continues, still holding my hand like we’re posing for a photo op, "we’d like to extend an offer to Miss Nakamura directly."

"..."

I blink.

[What now?]

"Your raw talent is undeniable." Her grip tightens just slightly. "Your methods are..." she pauses, probably choosing her words carefully while remembering how I just won by being horny for myself, "unconventional. But effective. The Honda Guild could use someone like you."

[Is... is she asking me to join them? Like, right after I just kicked their asses while giving everyone a panty shot?]

"Think about it," she continues while I’m still processing. "Full sponsorship. Private training. Resources beyond what any university could provide." Her eyes flick to my modified uniform, probably judging how short my skirt is. "All you have to do is transfer."

The crowd erupts in whispers. Behind me, I hear Haruka’s shocked:

"What the FUCK?" and Reina’s tail probably doing that angry swish thing.

Pretty sure Professor Zhang just crushed something in her hand too.

[This bitch really just tried to poach me in front of everyone... While I’ve still got a semi from making out with myself. Damn.]

Shion’s still holding my hand, still watching me with those calculating eyes. Waiting for my answer like she already knows what it’ll be. Like this is all just some performance she’s orchestrated.

[Man, the NERVE of this bitch...]

I look down at our joined hands, still sticky from all the magic (and other things) from today’s fights. The whole arena’s holding its breath, waiting to see what the S-Class gyaru queen’s gonna do.

[Time to give ’em a show~]

"Wow," I finally say, making sure my voice carries. "That’s like, super generous of you!"

Shion’s lips twitch. Probably thinks she’s won.

[Oh honey...]

"But like..." I pull my hand back, wiping it on my skirt. "Nah."

The crowd actually gasps. Shion’s eye twitches.

"I mean, don’t get me wrong - the whole ’private training’ thing sounds fun and all," I continue, adjusting my tits for maximum effect. "But I’m putting CRESCENT MOON on my back, baby!"

The arena EXPLODES. Pretty sure I just heard money changing hands in the crowd - apparently some people were taking bets?

"Let’s GO!" Haruka tackles me from behind, those perfect tits squishing against my back. "That’s my girl! Telling those crusty bitches what’s up!"

Even Reina’s smiling, her tail doing that happy swish thing as she slow-claps.

Prof. Zhang walks over to me.

"Proud of you, kid." Zhang actually ruffles my hair as she walks past.

I blow one last kiss to the crowd (and maybe a special one to Naomi), then strut off the platform like the queen I am. Behind me, I hear Shion start some speech about "honoring traditions" but like...

[Can’t hear you over the sound of my platforms clicking toward victory, honey!]

And, soon, I can’t hear her over the smacking of my lips against Haru’s either.

"Mmm, you taste like you," Haruka purrs against my lips, those perfect tits pressed against mine while we celebrate. "Did making out with yourself get you all worked up, baby?"

"You know it did," I grab that fat ass, making her squeak. Pretty sure half the crowd’s still filming us, but like, when have I ever cared about that?

[Besides, after that mirror match, a little tongue action is practically tame...]

That’s when I spot her.

[Well well well, if it isn’t Miss Perfect...]

Lily’s standing off to the side, looking all thoughtful and shit while everyone else celebrates. Her uniform’s still messed up from her fight, that perfect mask cracked just enough to show something real underneath.

"I need a minute," she’s saying to Miyuki, who looks like she wants to argue but just nods and walks off.

[Time to remind this bitch who’s queen~]

"Be right back baby," I give Haruka’s ass one last squeeze before strutting over, platforms clicking with extra sass. "Yo! Guess you can’t cheat your way past this much talent, huh?"

I expect her usual bitchy comeback, maybe something about my tits falling out or how many dicks I’ve sucked this week. But she just... sighs.

"Yeah," she says quietly, staring down at the floor. "I guess so."

[Well this is weird...]

Like, normally I’d just gloat and bounce, maybe shake my ass a little as I walk away. But something about the way she’s standing there, all lost in thought...

I dunno. I’m weak.

Maybe it was during training, watching her actually try instead of just being a bitch. Or maybe it was seeing her absolutely lose her shit during that mirror match, showing everyone what’s under that perfect mask.

"Hey," I find myself saying. "That ending though? With your copy? That was hardcore as fuck."

She actually looks at me then, those eyes still smug but like... different somehow.

"Yeah?" She has an actual smile on her lips - not her usual mean one, but something almost real. "Well, your finish wasn’t bad either. Very on-brand, making out with yourself."

"You know me," I grin. "Never miss a chance to get some tongue action~"

She actually laughs at that. Again, a real laugh.

[Jesus Christ...]

"Yeah, yeah." She waves me off, but there’s no real bite to it. "Go celebrate with your girlfriend. Pretty sure Haruka’s about to explode if she doesn’t get to motorboat you soon."

But before I can ask, Lily’s already walking away, that perfect posture back in place. Though I swear I catch her smile one more time before she disappears into the crowd.

[Huh. Maybe there’s more to Miss Perfect than just being a cheating bitch...]

Still gonna kick her ass if she tries anything though.

"What was that about?" Haruka bounces over, wrapping those thicc thighs around my waist. "You two finally gonna fuck or what?"

"Shut up," I laugh, pulling her into another kiss that tastes like victory and cherry lip gloss. But I can’t help wondering...

[Did Lily just give us her blessing? Or was that a warning?]

"Come on champion," Haruka purrs, grinding against me in a way that makes my dick twitch. "Let’s go celebrate properly~"

[Questions for later, I guess. Right now, I’ve got two victory parties to attend - one with Haruka, and one with a certain thicc redhead who’s probably still wet from earlier...]