The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 77: Arcane Jungle, Part Four

"Mom! Ya girl’s here with your second daughter!" Haruka calls out.

The whole house practically shakes with the sound of platforms stomping down the hall, and then BAM.

Haruka’s mom bursts into view like she’s making an entrance at a fashion show. And baby, what an entrance!

She’s got titties that make mine and Haru’s look humble, squeezed into this nurse’s uniform that’s basically just a crop top with some buttons that stopped serving any purpose ages ago.

Those are good-good genetics Haruka got blessed with. God, I fucking love this woman.

"Akari-chaaan!" She bounces over to me, her platforms even higher than the ones Haruka and I rock. That bright smile is literally Haruka’s smile but with an extra decade of perfecting the art of mischief, paired with this natural dark brown hair that makes Haruka’s bleached look seem almost try-hard. "Come give mama some sugar, baby! Mwah! Mwah!"

Next thing I know, I’m getting yanked into a hug that’s basically got me motorboating her massive rack. She’s wearing this perfume that’s sweet like Haruka’s but a lil’ more... Mom-ish? I dunno.

"’Kari! You’re nothing but skin and bones!" She squishes my cheeks between her hands like I’m some kind of baby bird she needs to feed. "Have you been eating? What are they feeding you at that fancy school? Harukaaaa! Why aren’t you making sure our baby’s eating?"

"Mom-"

"My poor angel!" Another cheek squish, another kiss. "That’s it. You’re staying for curry. I just made it!"

"Mom, we literally just-"

"Huuush! Look at her!" She pinches my side like she’s trying to find fat that ain’t there. "Nothing but bones! And you!" Whips around on Haruka like she’s about to start a dance battle. "When’s the last time you had real food? All those convenience store bentos... My poor heart!"

Haruka and I share this look because like... ma’am? We’re literally nothing but curves.

But we both know resistance is futile when Mama Suzuki gets in her feeding mode.

Ten minutes later we’re posted up at her kitchen table while she’s loading our plates like she’s trying to win a food pyramid stacking competition. The curry smells incredible though - making my convenience store microwave meals seem like actual crimes against humanity - and there’s something about her kitchen that just feels like... home. Like what home should feel like, anyway.

"Eat! Eat more!" She’s hovering over us like the world’s sexiest helicopter parent. "There’s plenty! Oh, and tell me everything about school! You girls being safe? Using protection? You know mama worries-"

"MOM!"

"What? I’m a medical professional!" She throws me this wink that explains SO much about Haruka. "Like that time Haruka came home walking funny with those bite marks~"

"WE’RE GOING UPSTAIRS!"

But Mama just laughs, and it’s this warm sound that hits different than the curry she’s forcing down our throats. She manages to stuff us with two more helpings before we finally make our escape.

[No wonder my girl turned out like this,] I think as we climb the stairs. [With a MILF like that raising her...]

Her voice follows us up:

"Door open! I know what you freaks get up to!"

"Oh my GOD, Mom!"

But we’re both grinning because yeah, Haruka’s mom is A LOT, but she’s exactly the kind of lot that makes you feel seen, you know?

The walls of Haruka’s room are like a timeline of our lives in gyaru magazine spreads and magical girl propaganda. There’s even this tragic middle school photo where I’m wearing these bootleg extensions thinking I was giving rich bitch energy. Spoiler alert: I wasn’t.

"Peep these!" Haruka flops onto her bed, patting the space next to her while pulling out her phone.

I cuddle up next to her and she starts scrolling through what looks like her entire camera roll of Nao content.

... Like yeah, there’s the usual shots of us doing what we do best - sucking dick, fucking. You know. Living our best lives. But, like, mixed in are all these weirdly wholesome selfies with Nao.

It’s actually kind of sending me. This fierce tiger girl’s got the exact same expression in every pic - jaw clenched, eyes intense, like she’s ready to throw hands with the camera itself.

"Look at this one!" Haruka zooms in on this shot where she’s planting one on Nao’s cheek. Nao looks like she’s having an actual system crash, ears straight up, tail all poofed out like she stuck a fork in an outlet. "Isn’t she just precious?"

"Haru..."

"Oh! And this one!" Another swipe reveals Nao at some cat cafe, mean-mugging a tiger-striped parfait like it personally offended her ancestors.

I watch my best friend’s face as she keeps swiping. She looks super excited.

"Haru, you kinda like this girl, huh?"

"What? Well, yeah, she’s just fun to mess with!" But Haruka’s still staring at this photo where Nao’s almost smiling. Almost. "Besides, she’s probably straight. And even if she’s not, she’s all about that ’surpassing your rival’ grindset, ya know?"

"Uh huh." I poke her side. "That why half your storage is Nao content?"

"Shut up." She shoves me, but she’s got this grin on her face. "I just think it’s mad cute how hard she tries to be scary."

I lean back against her pillows, watching her scroll through more evidence of her obvious crush. Each pic is Nao looking ready for war while Haruka’s living her best life in the background.

"You know," I say, trying to be gentle about it, "just ’cause she’s got that rival thing with me doesn’t mean she’s not into you. What’s good though - you tryna get with that or what?"

"Fuck yeah," Haruka crawls over to me, hand finding my dick like it’s got GPS. "I really wanna fuck her, actually. Like, you think her cock’s massive?"

"Bitch, please. Girl’s probably packing a solid 12 inches of tiger meat."

Haruka’s tongue finds mine and we start making out proper.

"Facts. God, I can’t wait to see her again."

"Just remember," I wink between kisses, "good girls share their toys~"

Worth noting that Haruka’s mom busts in three more times with snacks, cooing over the photos and making Haruka blush darker each time.

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{Haruka}

The problem with Nao is that she’s just so damn fun to tease.

Like right now? She’s got her nose buried in this thick-ass textbook about mana flow whatevers, trying her hardest to ignore me while I’m draped over her desk, my tits straight up in her face. Her ears are twitching like crazy and her tail’s doing that thing where it’s trying so hard not to move that it looks like it’s vibrating.

"Naooo," I purr, poking her cheek. "You’re not still mad about yesterday, are you? When I said your growl was adorable?"

"I do not growl adorably," she mutters, grip tightening on her book. "You haven’t even heard my growl. My growl strikes fear into the hearts of my enemies."

"Mmhmm. Just like that yesterday when you growled at the barista for putting too many sprinkles on your drink? Mad scary."

She looks up at me finally, those golden eyes narrowed.

"... I didn’t ask for that many sprinkles."

See? Adorable.

I’m about to tell her exactly how cute she is when I catch movement at the classroom door.

There’s Miyuki, trying to be subtle (and failing spectacularly) as she peers into the room. Her long black hair’s perfect as always, but she’s got this nervous energy that’s making her fidget with her student council president badge.

[Well well well,] I think, a grin spreading across my face. [Look who can’t stay away.]

"Be right back," I tell Nao, giving her one last poke that makes her ears go straight up. "Try not to miss me too much~"

I saunter over to the door, making sure to put an extra swing in my hips because I know exactly what that does to Miyuki’s composure. Sure enough, when I step into the hall, her face is already pink.

"Fancy seeing you here, Prez," I drawl, leaning against the wall. "Don’t usually see you slumming it in the Class 2 wing."

"I-I was just..." She straightens her already perfect uniform skirt. "Making my rounds! Ensuring proper student conduct! Someone has to maintain standards around here-"

"Uh huh." I pull her love letter from my bag, waving it casually. The pink envelope’s got actual heart stickers on it. "This part of maintaining standards too?"

Her face goes from pink to straight up crimson.

"T-That’s- I merely wanted to discuss your inappropriate behavior! The way you dress, the way you act..."

"The way I fuck your ass in the student council room?"

"Haruka!" She looks around frantically, but the halls are empty. When she turns back to me, she’s got that look - the one where she’s trying so hard to keep up her perfect facade but I can see it cracking. "That was... that was a momentary lapse in judgment."

"Three times this week is a lot of momentary lapses, baby."

Her lips press together in that way that makes me wanna mess up her lipstick. "I am simply trying to guide you toward more appropriate behavior-"

"By writing me love letters?"

"It’s not- that’s not what-" She takes a deep breath, probably counting to ten in that head of hers. "I am merely concerned about your future prospects-"

I step closer, right into her personal space. Close enough to smell that expensive perfume she wears, to see how her pupils dilate behind those designer glasses.

"Wanna go ’discuss my future prospects’ in the supply closet?"

"Absolutely not! That would be completely-" She swallows hard as I trace one finger down her tie. "...inappropriate..."

"Mmhmm. Very inappropriate." I lean in, lips right by her ear. "Just like how inappropriate you were being yesterday, begging me to-"

"Fine!" she hisses, grabbing my wrist. "But only because... because you clearly need guidance!"

"Oh, I’ll give you guidance alright," I purr, letting her drag me toward the supply closet. "Gonna guide this dick right up your-"

"Haruka!"

But I can see her thighs pressing together as we walk, can feel how her grip on my wrist is more desperate than angry. For all her protests about proper behavior, Miyuki’s got a wild side that puts Akari to shame once you get her going.

[Sorry Nao,] I think as Miyuki practically shoves me into the closet. [Might be a minute before I get back to class.]