The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 69: Rising Star, Part Twenty-Three

{Reina}

[God, get a room you two...]

My tail moves back and forth irritably as I watch Haruka practically climb Akari like a tree, their tits squished together while they make out like they’re getting paid for it. Which, given how many phones are still filming them, maybe they are.

"Second-hand embarrassment..." I mutter, but I basically have to will my dick to not get any harder. I mean, can you blame me? I’m not a dead body. I have needs.

And those needs would be taken care of, were it not for this unresponsive douche. Jun STILL hasn’t bothered to grace me with a response.

"Heading out?" I ask as they finally come up for air, briefly pausing the free porno they were putting on for everyone.

"You know it!" Haruka grins, already dragging Akari toward the exit. "Gotta celebrate properly~"

"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!" I call out after them. Akari just waves.

My tail curls around my waist, trying to hide how worked up I am.

[Fuck, I really messed up that mirror match...]

Yet again, I didn’t have the best performance I could have in one of these things. I wonder what Dad would say.

My phone buzzes.

[Please be Jun, please be-]

Nope. Just ManaGram telling me Akari posted another story. Probably of her and Haruka already starting their "celebration" the moment they walked out of this place.

[Fuck it.]

My fingers move before I can think better of it. I head straight to my chat with Jun.

[Me]: Hey, you busy? Thought I might stop by...

The message sits there, unread. Just like all the others. Meanwhile, my ManaGram feed is full of him at some business mixer, surrounded by proper girls in proper uniforms who probably didn’t get their asses handed to them in magical duels.

[You know what?]

I stand up, smoothing down my uniform.

[Time to surprise my boyfriend.]

After all, if he’s too busy to text back, maybe I need to remind him what he’s missing. Show up at his office looking like this - uniform still messy from the fight, dick half-hard from watching my friends make out.

[Wonder if he’ll be as ’busy’ when I’m on my knees...]

And so, I make a beeline for the exit.

Time to see if Jun can handle me when I’m not being daddy’s perfect little princess.

And if he can’t?

[Well... there’s always someone else who might appreciate a bad kitty...]

---

[Fuck it. Time to do this.]

Each step through his office building echoes like a countdown. My skirt’s hiked up past any semblance of proper, bow crooked, buttons straining - a straight-up mess from that fight.

But whatever.

Maybe seeing me like this - looking like I just got railed in the student council room - will remind Jun what he’s been missing out on.

The building’s dead quiet this late, just a few workaholics burning the midnight oil. Jun’s office is on the top floor because of course it is - daddy’s perfect boy in his perfect tower with his perfect... everything.

The elevator rises, each floor bringing me closer to what I hope will be a good, strong, proper dicking. For a moment, that video Akari posted a week ago flashes in my mind. The one where she piston-fucked Haruka’s ass.

[GOD, I need that to be me in a few seconds...]

Maybe I’ll catch him working late, working on some report. Maybe I’ll bend over his desk, show him exactly what he’s been ignoring while he’s been "networking."

The elevator dings.

But before I even turn the corner, my ears pick up... sounds.

Definitely not the kind of shit I should be hearing. Soft moans, rustling fabric, whispered words that shoot straight through me like ice.

[...]

My mind goes blank. It’s actually kind of funny the way I have literally zero thoughts as I walk toward the sounds.

And, indeed, there he is.

Jun.

My boyfriend.

Mr. Perfect himself.

With his back to me and his tongue down some girl’s throat while his hands work under her perfectly pressed skirt. Her perfectly manicured nails drag down his perfectly tailored shirt as she wraps those legs around his waist.

My mouth opens on its own. My eyes are frozen. Blood wells up where my claws pierce my palms. They don’t even notice me, of course.

The girl’s everything I’m not. Human. Proper. Probably never even been in a fight, much less lost one. Her uniform’s pristine, her hair perfectly styled, her moans all delicate and controlled even as Jun’s fingers work between her thighs.

"Please," she whimpers, all breathy like some romance novel heroine. "Please, Jun..."

He answers by hiking up her skirt.

I should say something. I mean, shit, I’ve got options, right? Could storm in there, claws out, show this proper little bitch what happens when you fuck with a feynal’s mate. Could go into this whole dramatic speech about betrayal and trust and all that bullshit. Could even just stand here and watch until they notice me. Not on some cuck shit, but just to make it real awkward for everyone, you know?

But I just... stand there.

Watch as Jun undoes his tie.

Watch as the girl spreads her perfect legs.

For a while, my mind’s just blank. Empty. Like when you stare at a test for the first time and none of the questions make sense cause you didn’t study.

The first actual thought that manages to crawl through my brain is...

[So this is what networking looks like?]

And instead of doing any of that dramatic shit I just considered, I just let out this soft little sigh - the kind Dad would definitely call unladylike - turn around, and walk away.

My dick’s completely soft now, needless to say. Funny how watching your boyfriend finger some random girl will do that to you.

---

{Lily}

[Even when I literally cheat, she still wins...]

I watch the crowd file out, their excited chatter echoing off marble walls. It’s all "Akari this" and "Nakamura that" - how her tits bounced during that fight, how she made out with her own fucking copy like some perverted circus act.

Nobody’s talking about the girl who literally decapitated herself.

[Guess murder’s not as sexy as selfcest...]

The inhibitor should have worked. I went through so much work to put it through those dick-sucking lips of hers. The amplifier’s effects are mostly gone, but I can still feel it buzzing through my system, making my skin feel too tight, my nerves raw. Each breath sends electricity through my body, but what good did it do? Even with biochemical help, even throwing away every scrap of honor...

[Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.] My head hangs. [I dunno. Maybe next time I should just show my tits more or something.]

"LILY!"

"ACK!"

The impact almost knocks the air from my lungs.

Two bodies slam into mine, arms wrapping around me. Miyuki and Mei squeeze tight, their perfumes mixing in my nose.

"Uh..." I try to push them off, feeling my mask slip. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"We won!" Mei’s practically vibrating with excitement, her massive tits bouncing against my arm. Each point of contact sends sparks through my system. "We actually beat the Honda Guild!"

That response confuses me.

"But I-"

"You were amazing!" Miyuki cuts me off, still hugging me like we’re actually friends or something. Like I haven’t been using them both this whole time. "The way you just... just..."

"Decapitated myself?" The words taste bitter. "Yeah, real impressive. Regular fucking hero over here."

"YES!" They both squeeze tighter, either missing or ignoring my tone.

The contact is... weird.

I mean, these aren’t my friends. This isn’t real. I’ve been playing a role - the proper student, the dedicated council member, the good girl who definitely doesn’t slip drugs to her classmates or take amplifiers before fights.

"Mei," Miyuki finally lets go, smoothing down her uniform with those hands that probably never touched anything dirty in their life. "Go grab us some water? I think we all need to hydrate after... everything."

"Hai, Miyuki-sama!"

Mei bounces off. I watch her go, wondering how someone so obviously thirsty for Miyuki can still act so innocent.

But... Now that I have the opportunity, I ask something I’m genuinely curious about.

Raising a brow at Miyuki, I ask:

"You really care that much about Crescent Moon winning?"

Miyuki sits next to me, closer than strictly necessary, if you ask me.

"Of course I do." Her voice goes soft all of a sudden. Like we’re sharing secrets. "This place... it means everything to me. Sachi - the previous council president - she used to say Crescent Moon was where girls came to become women! I have to honor that."

[Sachi? Wait...]

"You knew the old president?"

Miyuki actually blushes as she nods with a smile.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t even know she *could* smile.

"She was... my mentor. Taught me everything I know now about leading the council." She looks down at her hands, perfectly manicured nails picking at her skirt. "Without her," Miyuki adjusts her glasses, "I would be so lost."

"Sounds like she taught you a lot," I note with no expression.

"She did. And, hey, you helped us win, even if... even if it wasn’t quite how we planned. As much as I hate Nakamura, I like the fact that we won more, honestly."

"..."

[Is that so?]

"Here!" Mei returns with water bottles. "So, we celebrating or what?"

"Hm?" I raise a brow at her. Mei gives Miyuki a knowing look.

Miyuki’s face goes red, the flush spreading down past her collar.

"Well, Mei suggested... I mean, if you want... there’s this bar..."

"A bar?"

"Mhm," Miyuki nods. "Mei thinks it’ll be fun. Would you... like to come with us? Of course, you can say no if you want. This isn’t student council stuff."

I should say no, actually.

Should maintain that distance, keep playing my role. These girls... I don’t give a shit about them. All I care about is making it to the top, by any means necessary. Everything I do, everything I’ve done, has pushed me toward that end in some form or fashion.

This obviously would have no effect on that journey. This is just a meaningless pit stop on the race track of life.

But watching them... something weird happens in my chest. A weird as fuck flutter or something.

And, before I can stop myself...

[Fuck it.]

"Sure," I shrug. "Whatever. Not like I have anything better to do."

They both smile.

[You know what, yeah,] I let my tension go a little. [I could use some fucking liquor right now.]