The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 78: Arcane Jungle, Part Five*

The supply closet’s dark as hell until Miyuki casts a quick illumination spell, filling the small space with this soft blue light that makes her skin look like porcelain. She’s breathing hard already, her perfect posture starting to crack as I back her up against the shelves.

"This is completely inappropriate," she whispers, but her hands are already undoing my blazer buttons. "We should be in class-"

"Uh huh, uh huh," I slide one hand up her thigh, under that pristine skirt that costs more than my whole wardrobe. "Yeah, this is inappropriate as fuck, ain’t it?"

Her breath hitches.

"L-Language!"

My fingers find exactly what I expected. Nothing under that skirt but bare skin and a dick that’s already hard as fuck.

"Woooow, no panties today?" I grin against her neck. "That’s not very proper student council president behavior."

"I was... I was in a hurry this morning-"

"Baby, you’ve been commando every time I’ve found you this week." I wrap my hand around her cock, loving how it makes her whole body shudder. "Just admit it - you were hoping I’d find you."

"N-Never..." But her hips are already rocking into my touch, her perfect nails digging into my shoulders. "I would never... ah... plan something so... improper..."

God, she’s so fucking cute when she’s trying to maintain her dignity with my hand on her dick, pressed up against supply shelves with her cock leaking all over my fingers.

"Want me to stop?" I whisper in her ear, giving her shaft a slow stroke that makes her whimper. "We can go back to class, pretend none of this ever happened. You can go back to being the perfect, proper-"

"D-Don’t you dare!" She grabs my tie, yanking me closer. There’s a wild look in her eyes now, that carefully maintained facade finally cracking. "Don’t you dare stop, you insufferable... mmph!"

I shut her up with a kiss that’s basically just me sticking my tongue in her mouth, grinding my own cock against her thigh as I stroke her faster. Her mouth opens for me like she’s starving for it and now, instead of half-heartedly pushing me away, she’s got her arms wrapped behind my back.

"That’s what I thought," I purr when we break for air. A string of saliva connects our lips and fuck if that ain’t the hottest thing. "Now, you gonna let me fuck that ass real quick or you wanna keep pretending you’re just here to check my uniform violations?"

She makes this sound that’s half moan, half frustrated growl.

"You’re impossible..."

"Come oooon, you know you want me to stuff ya!" I spin her around, pressing her face-first against the shelves. Some textbooks rattle dangerously but I couldn’t care less.

I hike her skirt up, revealing that ass that’s been driving me crazy all week. Honestly, that moment in the club bathroom was like a life-changing experience, you know? I mean, before, it was mainly just ’Kari and randoms I’d pick up who I banged, but now it’s ’Kari, randoms, AND student prez! Wow!

She’s already spreading her legs, that proper posture melting into something way lewder.

"Wait," she gasps as I line myself up. "The... the letter..."

"Eh?" I pause, my cock pressing against her ass but not pushing in yet. "What about it?"

"Did you... did you read it?"

"Ohhh, yeah, of course. Ahem," I clear my throat, "’Dear Haruka,’" I quote, as I start pushing into her tight ass. "’Your uncouth behavior and complete disregard for proper conduct have become impossible to ignore...’"

I haven’t even heard of half these words before today, hehe.

She moans and I keep going.

"’I find myself distracted in council meetings, thinking of your irreverent smile...’" I bottom out, holding still while she adjusts. "’Your casual defiance of all proper standards has awakened something in me that I cannot suppress...’"

"Stop," she whimpers, but her hips are pushing back against me. "It’s embarrassing-"

"Baby, you wrote me a five-page letter about how my ’rebellious nature inflames your basest desires.’" I start moving, slow and deep like I know drives her crazy. "It was super cute!"

"I hate you," she moans, her inner walls clenching around me.

"No you don’t."

I reach around to stroke her cock in time with my thrusts.

"Ohhh, goodness," She’s getting loud now, her composure completely shattered. "Why is this so good!?"

[What can I say?] I smirk at nothing in particular. [My dick game is on point~]

I fuck her harder, deeper, my other hand coming up to muffle her cries because even I know we can’t have the student council president getting caught taking dick in a supply closet.

"Fuuuck, this is nice," I whisper into her ear. "You got me ready to nut already, prez!"

I don’t know if she was just feeling particularly needy today or what, but she ends up cummin’ before I do, with a muffled scream, her whole body shaking as she paints the shelf in front of her white. The sight of her losing it like that sends me over the edge too, and I bury myself deep as I fill her ass.

"Mmmm!" I squeeze down on those pale cheeks with a grunt as I go in about as deep as I can. Soon, I’m done, but I’m still inside her.

For a long moment, we just breathe together in the blue-lit darkness. Then she straightens up, already trying to fix her clothes... and her dignity.

"This... this changes nothing," she says, but her voice is shaky. "I still expect you to maintain proper- ahh-"

I slowly pull my dick out, making her hiss.

"Miyuki-chan~" Once it’s fully out, I turn her around, give her a lil’ kiss on the lips, and pull out some tissues for both of us. "Let me know if you wanna hang out sometime."

Her face goes red again.

"W-What!? Outside of the- the university!?"

"Yeah," I shrug, wiping down my dick. "What, you wanna make me fucking you in a club bathroom a one-time thing? Come on, it’ll be fun!" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She pales in horror like she can’t even believe that happened.

But, soon, she looks away and mutters:

"... Fine."

"Hell yeah. Later baby~"

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{Nao}

It’s been fifteen minutes.

Not that I’m counting or anything. It’s just that when you’re trying to concentrate on advanced mana flow theory, and there’s this empty space where an annoying gyaru should be poking your cheek and calling your growl "precious," it’s... noticeable.

[She probably got distracted by something shiny,] I think, pretending to read the same paragraph for the fifth time. [Or tripped over one of the floating platforms in those ridiculous shoes she wears.]

The halls are quiet. No sounds of magical combat or Haruka’s unique brand of trash talk. Just the drone of the professor and the scratch of pencils on paper.

Twenty minutes now. I’m damn near falling asleep listening to the lecture.

[She could have fallen down the stairs, for real.] My claws dig into the textbook’s cover. [Those platforms really are a safety hazard. And she’s always bouncing around like gravity’s more of a suggestion than a law...]

I scoff. Would serve her right, honestly. No one needs to skip around like she does.

Soon, though, the door slides open.

Haruka practically floats back to her seat, but something’s... different.

Her uniform’s a little rumpled, her lips are swollen, and there’s this satisfied glow about her. Kinda like when someone finds some dollars on the ground, or something.

She drops into her chair with a happy sigh.

"Where were you?" I ask, a bit curious.

She turns with a grin.

"Fu~cking~"

I choke on my own spit.

Like, full-on, embarrassing, probably-gonna-die choking. My ears go straight up, my tail poofs out like I’ve been electrocuted, and I’m pretty sure I make a sound that no self-respecting tiger feynal has ever made before.

"You okay there, baby?" She pats my back while I try to remember how breathing works, and the casual endearment just makes me choke harder. "Need mouth to mouth?"

"I- you- that’s-" I try to get my dignity back, but it’s a lost cause. "You can’t just SAY things like that!"

"Why not? It’s true." She stretches, making her boobs jiggle. "Had to help the student council president with some... urgent business."

My brain short-circuits.

"The student council- you mean you and Miyuki-"

"Mmhmm." She does a peace sign at me. "I was tappin’ that ass, baby!"

"..."

Haruka makes some helpful physical illustrations, doing hip thrusts and spanking motions.

My whole reality is crumbling.

This gyaru was fucking the student council prez!?

"Forget I asked, I don’t want to know!" I turn away.

But... I mean...

My traitor brain is already painting pictures, and my cock twitches in my uniform pants because apparently it’s a fucking traitor too.

"You sure?" She leans closer, wriggling her brows. "’Cause I could tell you all about how she pretends to be so proper right up until I’m balls deep in her-"

"The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell!" I blurt out, desperate to think about anything else.

She blinks.

"Baby, this is magic theory class, not chemistry."

... Chemistry?

[God, she’s stupid.]

In any case, I answer:

"I know that!" My voice cracks like I’m going through puberty again. "I just- you can’t- some of us are trying to study!"

"Uh huh." Her grin gets wider, more knowing. "That why you’re holding your textbook upside down?"

I look down. The diagrams of mana flow are, indeed, flowing in the wrong direction.

[Just kill me,] I think as Haruka laughs, the sound warm and rich and absolutely not doing things to my insides. [Just straight up end me right here.]

"Don’t worry," she whispers, leaning close enough that her lips brush my ear. "I think it’s cute when you get all flustered."