The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 73: Rising Star, Part Twenty-Seven

{Lily}

Professor Sato’s office, as always, has this musty old book smell, like he bathes in ancient tomes... or something.

I keep my perfect posture, hands folded in my lap like the good little student I’m supposed to be, while he flips through screenshots on his crystal tablet.

... There are a lot of screenshots.

[God, Akari really went wild with those posts...]

He sighs dramatically.

"This is... concerning," he says finally, showing me one particular image. It’s from last night - my lips wrapped around Akari’s cock, mascara running down my face, looking straight into the camera like... well, like a total whore, if I do say so myself.

The caption reads: ’when ur rival can’t resist the S-Class dick 😈💦’

[I need to slap that bitch.]

I force myself to blush and look away.

"I-I... I’m so sorry, Professor. The alcohol, and... I wasn’t thinking clearly..."

"Three separate videos, Miss Amano." He swipes through them. "Including one where you’re quite enthusiastically begging her to, and I quote, ’rearrange your guts with that gyaru cock.’"

I look away briefly.

[... Credit where credit is due, her dick IS very big. When taking down a rival, it’s important to note their strengths just as much as their weaknesses. And, make no mistake, that is certainly a strength.]

"It was a moment of weakness," I say, channeling all that Catholic schoolgirl energy. "I deeply regret my actions and what they represent."

He sits back, fixing me with that disappointed-dad stare. Which is kind of screwed up given how much I’ve sucked his dick over the last month or so, but whatever.

"This is not why I pulled strings to get you into Class 1." He sighs again. "You understand what a betrayal this is, right? A betrayal of that which I believed we agreed on?"

"Professor." I look up, letting my eyes water just slightly. It’s not that hard, really. Perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect everything. "I understand I’ve disappointed you. But please... let me prove this was an aberration."

"Oh?" His bushy eyebrows shoot up. "And how do you propose to do that?"

I straighten my spine, smoothing my already-perfect skirt.

"By showing that even this... unfortunate incident can serve our greater purpose. Akari’s proven herself more powerful than anticipated. Perhaps..." I pause delicately. "Perhaps I can use this."

"You believe you can influence her?" He sounds skeptical. "Is that what you’re saying?"

"I believe last night proved she’s... susceptible to certain approaches." I keep my voice steady, professional. Like I’m not talking about how she absolutely railed me in that club bathroom. "With the right strategy, we might be able to channel her talents more appropriately."

He studies me for a long moment.

"And you’re prepared to maintain appropriate boundaries going forward?"

"Of course." I bow my head slightly. "Last night was... regrettable. But I won’t let you down again."

To be honest, though, I don’t know how much of that is a lie. I say how much because, of course, I’m definitely lying. But, to what extent?

I mean, yes, I still hate the gyaru’s damn guts, but... Well...

"See that you don’t." He sighs. "Your parents-"

"Will never see those posts," I cut in smoothly. "I’ve already taken steps to ensure that."

He nods slowly.

"Very well. You may go."

I stand, giving him another perfect bow.

"Thank you for your guidance, Professor. I won’t disappoint you again."

As I leave his office, I let my mask slip just enough to smirk.

Sure, last night was wild, and yeah, maybe part of me wants another taste of that S-Class dick. But if the professor thinks I’m going to let some good dick keep me from the top, he’s got another thing coming.

I’ve got bigger plans than being some gyaru’s fucktoy. No matter how good she is at it.

On that note, I head to class, already planning my next moves.

My confidence? Completely renewed. Sure, she may have outshined me a few times, but I can make it back to the top.

I’m not about to let one wild night with Akari fucking Nakamura derail everything I’ve worked for.

Trust me.

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{A Few Days Later}

{Akari}

"Jesus Christ, can you just cum already?" Lily asks between slurps, her head bobbing up and down my dick. "We’re going to be late again!"

My phone buzzes.

"Ngh- hold up," I tell Lily, fishing it out of my pocket while she’s still going to town down there.

It’s Reina.

I answer the call, trying to keep my voice steady.

"S-Sup?"

"Where are you?" She asks, sounding both mildly concerned and amused. "You do realize you’re about to be late. Again."

Something about the way she says ’again’ makes my stomach drop.

Shit. She’s right. Chancellor Storm’s words echo in my head: be the perfect student or get expelled. All because of a few (okay, maybe more than a few) wild videos on ManaGram.

"Fuck," I mutter, then look down at Lily. "Yo, we gotta-"

"Thank GOD," Lily pulls off with a pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I’ve been trying to tell you-"

"You could’ve tried harder," I point out, tucking myself back in.

"Oh, like YOU tried harder when you were raw-dogging me in the bathroom last night?"

She smirks up at me.

[You little...]

But that smirk on her face is actually making it several times harder to get my dick soft.

"Still on the phone," Reina’s dry voice cuts in. "And still not needing that mental image, thanks."

I can’t help but grin as I start fixing my uniform, trying to will my dick to go flaccid. Sure, would have liked to have nutted, but unfortunately, Reina’s right.

"You sure about that? Could send you some pics if you want~"

"Just get to class, you menace." But I can hear the smile in her voice. "Haruka’s been making sad puppy eyes at your empty seat for the past ten minutes."

[Ah shit, my bestie.] The thought of Haruka sitting there all alone, probably doodling little hearts in her notebook...

My heart actually aches a bit.

"Fine, fine. Heading there now."

"Good." Reina pauses. "And Akari?"

"Yeah?"

"... Try to keep it in your pants for at least one school day?"

I laugh as I hang up, but real talk? She’s got a point.

I mean, these morning hookups with Lily are getting dangerous. Sure, the sex is fire (hate-fucking hits different), but is it worth risking my spot at Crescent Moon?

Maybe it’s time to cool it. Just a little.

"Same time tomorrow?" Lily asks with that innocent smile that’s fooled everyone but me.

"Nah." I adjust my platforms. "Gotta be a good girl for a bit. Chancellor’s orders."

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue. Probably because she knows exactly how close I am to getting kicked out. News travels fast when you’re as messy as we are.

"Whatever," she says, but there’s this little disappointed twist to her mouth that’s kind of cute. If you’re into that whole ’scheming rival’ thing.

Which, apparently, I am.

[Focus, Akari. Class. Grades. Not getting expelled.]

As I’m walking back to class, trying to fix my hair into something that doesn’t scream "just got my dick sucked in a bathroom," I catch something weird through the classroom window.

Miyuki Hayashi - yes, that Miyuki, student council president and certified hard-ass - is standing in front of Haruka’s desk, bowing so low her perfect black hair’s almost touching the surface. Her hands are trembling as she holds out what looks like... a letter?

[What in the shoujo manga bullshit is this?]

I watch as Haruka takes the letter, looking just as confused as I feel. The moment their fingers brush, Miyuki lets out this tiny "eep!" sound and literally RUNS out of the classroom, face redder than my favorite lipstick. She’s moving so fast she nearly bowls me over in the hallway.

"Sorry!" she squeaks without looking at me, then disappears around the corner like she’s being chased. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

[... Huh.]

When I finally make it to my seat, Haruka’s staring at the letter like it might explode. The paper’s this fancy cream color with actual wax seal and everything. Rich people, I swear.

"What was that about?" I ask, sliding into my chair.

"I think..." Haruka turns the letter over in her hands, "I think I just got a love letter? Unless this is like, a declaration of war or something."

"From Miyuki? Miss ’Your Skirt Length is Three Millimeters Too Short’ Hayashi?"

"Right?" Haruka’s grinning now, that sparkle in her eyes that usually means trouble. "Guess railing her ass the other night left an impression."

I almost choke on air.

[Right. While I was getting my soul sucked out through my dick, just a few steps away, Haruka was filling Miyuki up to the point where her body probably had more cum in it than water. Kinda forgot that part.]

"Good morning, class!" Professor Chen’s voice cuts through the room like a knife.

Haruka winks at me, tucking the letter into her blazer pocket. But I catch the way her fingers keep brushing over it, like she can’t quite believe it’s real.

[Well damn,] I think as I pull out my textbook, [what a weird week.]