The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 85: Arcane Jungle, Part Twelve

{Nao}

The gyaru twins are literally bouncing off the walls. Like, Haruka actually tried to cartwheel through the lobby before Professor Sato’s death glare stopped her. Now she’s just skipping instead, her tits defying gravity with each bounce.

jiggle jiggle

[Jesus.]

jiggle jiggle~

[How big is TOO big, I wonder.]

"Holy shit, look at that fountain!" Akari’s pressed against a window, her breath fogging the crystal. "Is that actual gold?"

"Enchanted to look like it," says a quiet voice beside me. I turn to find the goth feynal - Reina - watching our teammates with an expression I recognize. It’s the "how did I end up here?" face. "I’m Reina, by the way. Kai Miyamoto’s daughter."

She’s talking to me, suddenly.

"Nao," I grunt back, trying to maintain my dignity while Haruka attempts to ride one of the floating luggage carts. "Class 2."

"I know." She actually smiles. "Rumors were going around about some girl who stood outside Storm’s office for four hours. Pretty impressive."

I look away.

[Whatever.]

We watch Akari try to convince the bellhop dragon to let her pet it. The dragon looks deeply confused.

"So," Reina says after a moment, "how’d you end up with these two?"

"Haruka" I mutter, but even I don’t believe that anymore. "You?"

"Akari." She giggles. "Decided we were friends on day one. Didn’t really get a choice in the matter."

[Yeah, that tracks.]

"Well," Reina continues, "looking forward to seeing what you can do." And we keep on moving.

The hotel’s honestly so ridiculous. Every surface either floats, glows, or both.

"HOLY FUCK!" Haruka’s voice echoes through the marble halls. "They got a pool ON THE ROOF!"

"Miss Suzuki!" Sato appears from nowhere, looking like he’s aged twenty years since the train. "Volume control!"

"But Professor!" She bounces over to us, grabs my arm. "We gotta check it out! They got, like, anti-gravity spells and shit!"

"Maybe later-" I start, but she’s already dragging me toward the elevator. Behind us, I hear Akari asking Reina if she brought a bikini, followed by what sounds like choking.

The elevator’s made of pure crystal, giving us a view of the whole city as we rise. Even I have to admit it’s pretty impressive. New Tokyo spreads out below us, all neon and magic, while above...

"Your room," Sato cuts into my thoughts, pointing down a hallway when we reach our floor. His eye twitches as Haruka tries to slide down the floating banister. "Try not to destroy anything expensive."

The room’s... well, fuck. The bathroom’s probably bigger than my whole apartment. Crystal windows, enchanted mirrors, floating furniture that adjusts to your "optimal comfort level" or whatever. There’s even a mini fountain in the corner that pours different flavors of juice depending on your mood.

And two beds.

Two.

[... Fuck.]

"Perfect!" Haruka bounces onto one of them, nearly knocking over a probably-priceless lamp. "Nao-chan can share with me, and ’Kari can corrupt the princess!"

My face burns.

"I am NOT-"

"Aw, come on tiger!" She pats the space next to her. The bed literally sparkles. "I don’t bite! Much!"

"I’ll take the floor or something," I growl.

Akari’s already dragging Reina to the other bed, and there’s nowhere else to sleep except...

[This is fine. Everything’s fine.]

"Don’t worry," Haruka whispers as I reluctantly sit down. Her breath tickles my ear. "I only cuddle a little."

[... Fuck.]

---

{A short while later}

Here’s the thing about being stuck in a room with Haruka - she has zero concept of personal space. Or shame. Or the basic principle of "maybe don’t change right in front of everyone."

[Don’t look don’t look don’t- ah fuck.]

"I’m just saying," she laughs, unbuttoning her uniform top without even TRYING to be subtle about it. "If they don’t want us to fuck in the pool, they shouldn’t have put all those privacy charms around it!"

Her shirt hits the floor, followed by her skirt.

God, this girl has the body of a very slutty goddess. Fuckin’ K cup boobs and, when you look up the definition of the expression "child-bearing hips", you’ll probably get a picture of her in response.

How am I NOT supposed to stare?

"Girl, you are not fucking in the pool," Akari rolls her eyes, but she’s stripping too because apparently I’m in hell. She’s got a hell of a body too, as reluctant as I am to admit it. Not quite as... distracting as Haruka’s, though. "Again. Remember what you told me happened last time?"

"Listen." Haruka stretches, all toned stomach and lacy purple bra that barely contains her tits. "That lifeguard LIKED it. Why else would he watch the whole thing?"

"Because he was security, bitch!"

They high-five, both of them standing there in their underwear like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

[This is fine. Everything’s fine.]

"Like what you see, tiger?" She winks while digging through her bag. "Brought my cutest stuff for this trip!"

"Could you not?" I growl, but my eyes keep betraying me. It’s not my fault her ass is RIGHT THERE.

I take a moment to look for Reina, or really any excuse not to stare at Haruka’s fat tits, but it seems she chose to change in the bathroom... like a normal person.

"Boo!"

I nearly jump out of my skin as Akari pops up behind me.

"Jesus FUCK-"

"Girl, you’re so tense!" Akari cackles. "Chill, chiiill!"

"Girls!" Professor Zhang’s voice carries through the door. "Lobby in five! Don’t make me come up there!"

Thank fuck for distractions.

We make our way out once everyone’s done changing.

(I now know the difference, by the way, between the gyarus looking like they’re going to the pool and actually dressing like they’re going to the pool.

Their nipples are half out.)

The lobby’s packed with the rest of Class 1, plus what looks like half the student council.

Professor Zhang’s got her dragon tattoos flowing all over her arms today, which usually means she’s excited about something.

"Listen up, brats!" She grins, ignoring Professor Sato’s wince at her language. "Next few days are gonna be wild. We’ve got teams coming in from academies all over - London, New York, Singapore, you name it. Your job? Show ’em why Crescent Moon’s the best. You hear me!?"

Akari’s practically vibrating next to me.

"What kinda stuff are we gonna be doing?"

"Glad you asked!" Zhang’s tattoos swirl faster. "The guys over at the exhibition are mixing it up this year. Standard duels, sure, but also team challenges, puzzle rooms, even a formal dinner where you gotta navigate magical politics without starting an international incident."

"Boring," Haruka whispers in my ear. When did she get so close? "Rather explore the hotel."

Her hand’s suddenly on my lower back. Just... resting there. Casual as anything.

I feel like my body’s on fire.

[This is fine. Everything’s fine.]

"For now," Zhang continues, "you’ve got the rest of the day to settle in. Get to know the place, scope out the competition when they arrive. Just try not to blow anything up."

She looks directly at Akari for that last part.

"I’m not gonna- whatever," Akari rolls her eyes.

"Dismissed!" Zhang waves us off before that story can start. "Oh, and kids? Remember - you’re representing Crescent Moon. Try to keep the public indecency to a minimum."

Now she’s looking at Haruka, who just grins and throws up a peace sign.

"So!" Haruka spins to face me as everyone disperses. "Wanna check out that rooftop pool?"

Her hands (plural now) are still on me, as she steps in front. So, she’s basically got her hands on my hips as she looks into my eyes with those deep blues.

[... Goddammit.]

--- 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

{Reina}

"Yes, Father. I arrived safely." I watch my reflection in the enchanted mirror as it cycles through suggested hairstyles. Not like I can do too much with my hair this short. "The hotel is... exactly as I remember it."

"Good, good." His voice sounds distant, probably multitasking as usual. "And your... teammates?"

The mirror suggests twin drill pigtails. I grimace.

"They’re..." Through the window, I can see Haruka trying to convince Nao to do a cannonball into the anti-gravity pool. "...settling in."

"Mm." A pause. "That Nakamura girl is with you, isn’t she?"

Before I can answer, a familiar blonde head pops through the doorway. Speak of the devil.

"The one and only!" Akari grins, already in her swimsuit. It’s pink, barely there, and probably illegal to be worn in public in several countries.

[Oh, god.]

"Don’t worry, papa Miyamoto! I’ll take good care of your baby girl!"

I shoot her a death glare, but she just winks.

A while ago, Dad had told me he didn’t want me associating with this girl. But, I’ve noticed that, lately, he’s stopped asking about her.

And, even now...

"...I see." Father’s voice has that tone he uses when dealing with particularly aggressive board members. "Well. Do try to maintain some dignity, Reina."

But, that’s it. That’s all he says about that.

"Of course, Father. I’ll call again tomorrow."

I end the call before he can say anything else about dignity. Especially since Akari’s now sprawled across MY bed... which I’ll, unfortunately, be sharing with her, her swimsuit riding up in ways that make it hard to maintain said dignity.

"Sooo," she drawls, rolling onto her stomach. Her ass should NOT look that good in that position. "You coming to play with us or what?"

"Depends," I manage, trying to sound aloof. "What exactly is your definition of ’play’?"

Her grin turns wicked.

"Aw, princess! You make it sound so dirty!" She stretches, all toned stomach and dangerous curves. "I just meant swimming! Maybe some drinks after... unless you had something else in mind?"

...

....

There’s something different about her lately.

Or maybe something different about how I notice her. The way she moves, the way she talks, the way her eyes linger just a second too long...

[Or maybe you’re just horny and single now.]

"I suppose I could make an appearance." I try to sound casual, but my tail’s probably giving me away. It keeps doing this... thing around her lately. "Just to make sure you don’t cause an international incident."

"Me? Never!" She bounces up, grabs my hand. Her skin’s so warm. "Come on, I’ll help you pick out a swimsuit! Something black and lacy, match that whole goth princess vibe you got going."

"I brought my own-"

"Trust me," she winks, already dragging me toward her suitcase. "I packed extras just for you."

I blink.

[This is fine. Everything’s fine.]

"Besides," she adds, pulling out something that’s basically just strings, "what’s the worst that could happen?"

"... I guess you’re right."