The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 80: Arcane Jungle, Part Seven

My drink’s getting warm.

Across the table, Haruka’s doing this thing where she pretends to stretch just to show off her chest. Nao’s doing this thing where she’s pretending not to notice but she’s sneaking glances at those big brown cushions rapid-fire anytime she thinks Haruka’s not looking.

[At least someone’s having fun,] I think, watching the ice melt in my glass. Jun used to take me to places like this, back when-

"Yo, princess!" Akari’s voice cuts through my thoughts. "You good? You’re looking all broody and shit."

I glance up. She’s got a noodle hanging from her lip.

"I’m fine," I say automatically. "Just..."

"Thinking about that boring-ass ex of yours?"

I snort despite myself.

"He wasn’t boring, he was-" I pause. "No, wait, you’re right. He was really boring."

"Right?" She slurps up the noodle. "No need to waste brain power on that guy."

"Okay, well, he wasn’t quite that bad," I mutter, but I’m fighting back a grin. "He was just..."

"The human equivalent of waiting in line at the bank? The missionary position of people? Professor Chen’s class?"

I actually laugh at that last one.

"Okay, okay, I get it!"

"For real though," Akari leans forward, and I definitely don’t notice how her uniform stretches across her chest. "You’re way too hot to waste time on someone who probably calls his dick his ’magical implement’ or whatever."

I choke on my drink.

But I’m laughing now, really laughing, and Akari’s grinning at me like she just won something.

"Nah, you know what you need?" She asks, stealing one of my gyoza. "You need to get laid."

This time I really do choke.

"I do NOT-"

"You totally do!" Haruka chimes in. "Hey, what about that cute guy from Theoretical Magic? The one with the-"

"NO."

"Ooor," Akari wiggles her eyebrows, "you could always experiment a little... Try something new..."

She pops my gyoza in her mouth with a wink.

"Jesus Christ, Akari," I mutter, but my face feels hot.

"Hey, hey!" Akari grins. "I waited like a week or some shit after you told me about that. Gotta admit, I’ve given you a grace period."

"From you trying to sneak into my pants?" I raise a brow. "Thank you. Amazing."

Haruka whispers something in Nao’s ear. Nao makes a sound like she’s dying and Haruka actually falls out of her chair laughing, watching her reaction.

Akari throws an arm behind me. You know, that casual shit players like her think a girl won’t notice.

I raise a brow even higher. She shrugs.

[Fine, fine, whatever.]

---

Dad’s got another "business dinner" tonight, which means I’ve got our ridiculous house to myself. Again.

My footsteps echo through the empty halls as I head up to my room. Like, I get it, being CEO of CrysTech means long hours, but would it kill him to actually use one of the five dining rooms we have?

My phone buzzes. Again.

Akari: yo princess u make it home safe??

Akari: also ur ass looked amazing when u were walking away js

Akari: not that i was looking or anything ;)

[Subtle as a brick through a window,] I think, dropping onto my bed. Ever since term started, she’s been like this, all winks and compliments.

And now that Jun’s out of the picture...

[She must think she’s so clever...]

Akari: fr tho u good?

Akari: want me to come keep u company? ;)

Akari: i give great backrubs

I snort.

Me: That’s the worst attempt at sliding into someone’s DMs I’ve ever seen.

Akari: excuse u

Akari: this is a GREAT attempt

Akari: i mentioned backrubs AND used a winky face

Akari: that’s like pro level sliding

[She’s ridiculous.]

Me: You’re ridiculous.

Akari: ridiculously hot maybe

Akari: speaking of hot tho

Akari: that uniform really does things for your figure js

[She’s not wrong about that, at least. I know I look good.]

Me: Are you planning to hit on me all night?

Akari: depends

Akari: is it working? ;)

I smile.

Me: No.

Akari: yeah right

Akari: my own charm terrifies me

[Why am I even entertaining this?]

But I keep responding anyway. It’s not like I have anything better to do in this empty house. And Akari’s... well, she’s funny. And yeah, okay, maybe she looks good in that uniform too. Not that anything’s gonna happen.

Obviously.

After a while...

Akari: btw those platforms really made your legs look

Akari: respectfully

Akari: absolutely fucking incredible

I roll my eyes.

Me: Go to sleep, Akari.

Akari: make me ;)

[... Whatever.]

--- 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

{Akari}

This week has been straight garbage.

Like, okay, maybe not complete garbage. My tits have been looking amazing in these university photoshoots we’ve been doing, and Professor Zhang’s been helping me train, and improve my skills in various departments. But, still, I haven’t really... gotten ACTIVE, at all.

I barely got any time with my bestie! And worst of all? I’ve only gotten to tell Reina her ass looks fantastic in that skirt like, three times per day. THREE TIMES. That’s basically a crime.

I slide into my seat just as Haruka’s returning something to Nao. Probably those notes she borrowed, but honestly? The way tiger girl’s blushing, Haruka probably slipped her number in there too. Or a condom.

But more importantly, there’s Reina, looking like a whole snack (as usual). Like damn, the way she rolls that skirt up just enough to show those thighs? Criminal. Straight to jail. Too hot for society!

"Morning, princess!" I lean over, grinning. "Those stockings new?"

She doesn’t even look up from her textbook.

"You commented on these same stockings yesterday."

"Yeah, but that was before I saw how they look in this lighting."

"It was in this same class."

"I had something in my eyes!"

That gets me a little smile. Progress!

"Leave me alone already," she says in that flirty way. Not the "I’m gonna call the cops on you" kinda way but in that flirty "keep doing what you’re doing" sorta way.

You have to be a true scholar of the game to know these important distinctions.

"Careful what you ask for, princess. What if I got run over by a truck or something? Then what would you do with your life?"

"Probably roll my eyes like ten times less per day."

"Fair."

But, at that moment...

I swear, I am not delusional. I am perfectly sane of mind. So, I’m pretty sure I didn’t imagine it when, suddenly, I catch her checking out my chest when she thinks I’m not looking.

[Oh? What’s this?]

"See something you like, princess?"

Her ears flatten against her head, but she doesn’t look away as fast as she usually does.

"Your shirt’s not leaving a whole lot to the imagination."

"That’s by design~" I smile. "And, based on how you’re fighting to keep your eyes off me, I’d say that means it’s working."

She rolls her eyes, but I swear there’s a smile hiding in there somewhere.

Before I can press my advantage though, Professor Chen walks in looking like someone pissed in her coffee. Again.

"Miss Nakamura," she says, voice dripping with disapproval. "Your skirt."

I look down at my absolutely perfect uniform modification.

"What about it?"

"It’s far too short."

"Really?" I stand up, doing a little spin. "Cause Reina-chan here thinks it’s just right. Don’t you, princess?"

Reina chokes on air, her face going red. But like... she’s definitely staring.

[Interesting. Very interesting.]

Professor Chen looks ready to pop a blood vessel, but what’s she gonna do? Fail the girl who’s making the school look good in all their PR photos?

I sit back down, shooting Reina a wink.

This week might not be complete garbage after all.

Haruka comes crashing into my lap just as Chen’s about to start class. Her fat ass lands right on my dick, and I gotta bite my lip to keep from making a sound.

"Am I late?" She whispers, wiggling to get comfortable. "Did I miss anything?"

"Just me showing off my skirt," I mutter back, pinching her side. "Stop moving!"

"Miss Suzuki!" Chen’s voice could cut glass. "There are plenty of empty seats-"

"But Akari-chan’s so comfy!" Haruka bounces once, definitely on purpose. I’m gonna kill her later.

Chen looks ready to start breathing fire, but before she can pop off, she takes this deep breath. Like, the kind of breath you take when you remember someone’s paying your salary.

"As I was about to announce," she says through gritted teeth, "next week we’ll be hosting an international magical exhibition."

[Oh?]

"Students from academies worldwide will be attending," she continues. "This is your chance to represent Crescent Moon with dignity and-"

"International?" I grin, already thinking about all the people I’m gonna show up. "Like, people from other schools in other countries gonna be here?"

"Yes, Miss Nakamura." Chen’s eye twitches. "And we expect everyone to maintain proper-"

"Yo, that’s gonna be lit!" Haruka bounces again. "We should coordinate outfits!"

"Absolutely not-"

"Baby, yes!" I high-five her over my shoulder. "I’m thinking pink and black. Really make the titties pop."

"Miss Nakamura, this is a serious-"

"Ooh, what if we did matching platforms?"

Chen’s actually grinding her teeth now. I can hear it from here.

[So,] I think as Chen fumes. [An international event? Interesting...]