The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 86: Arcane Jungle, Part Thirteen

{Nao}

By now, the other schools are slowly starting to arrive. And, because apparently this is just what everyone’s excited for, they all make their way to the same pool we’re in now. So, at first, this thing was just us in Crescent Moon. But, now, the pool’s slowly filling up with alien lifeforms.

It’s like someone opened a portal to the United Nations of Hot People.

The rooftop pool’s slowly filling up with students from basically everywhere, and my tiger ears are twitching trying to catch all the different languages floating around. French, English, something that might be German but could also be someone choking on pool water - who knows?

"Mon dieu, tu as vu ses abdos?"

"Ja, aber hast du ihren Arsch gesehen?"

"¡Mira esas tetas, tío!"

[... What the fuck is anyone saying?]

Some of these faces I recognize from ManaGram. That tall drink of water from the London Academy? Posts thirst traps disguised as spell practice videos. That redhead from New York? Has like, a million followers just from her "day in the life of an S-Class" series.

Speaking of S-Class...

[Holy. Shit.]

The guy climbing out of the pool right now? That’s Marcus Chen from Singapore Magic Institute. His control over water magic’s so precise he can literally make it rain specifically on his abs for photo shoots.

And he knows it too, the bastard.

"Penny for your thoughts, tiger?"

I turn toward that familiar voice.

Suddenly, there’s a Haruka in my personal space. Before I can even register it, she’s got her hands planted on either side of me, basically caging me against the pool wall. Water’s dripping from her hair onto her massive chest in a way that’s very, very difficult to take my eyes off of.

"Just..." I try to sound casual, like the combo of her basically pinning me and her tits... being as big and bountiful as they are isn’t making my brain short-circuit. "There’s so much talent around here I feel like I might drown in it."

"Mm?" She turns around, pressing her back against my front like that’s a totally normal thing to do. Her head falls back on my shoulder, wet hair tickling my neck. "That what’s got you all tensed up?"

[Well, now, that would be your ass pressed against me more than anything else.]

It takes all the willpower I have in me not to get a hard-on.

"Look at them," I mutter, trying to ignore how soft she feels. "Half of them probably got on ManaGram’s Trending page just for breathing. And here I am, barely keeping up in regular classes."

In all honesty, I’m starting to think this was kind of a mistake. I mean, these guys were probably breathing fire while they were still in their diapers. And here I am, having to practice like five times as hard as they do to master even the most basic shit.

Haruka’s response kinda catches me off-guard, though.

"Who cares?"

I instantly look down at her, honestly a bit shocked.

Sighing with a little smile, she fully falls against me now, to where if I stepped to the side, she’d probably fall. Maybe I should, actually. Teach this brat a lesson or something.

She continues, though.

"Most of these basic bitches probably spent their whole lives with the best private tutors and shit. You got where you are on your own. The fact that you’re here, in the same place they are... Isn’t that huge for you?"

"That’s not..."

I look away. I mean, the only reason I am here to begin with is because I literally begged for it.

"If these guys didn’t have the money that they do, they probably wouldn’t make it to Class 1 at Crescent Moon. Hell, maybe they wouldn’t make it to Class 2. And, I’m supposed to be impressed? Fuck ’em," she shrugs. "Besides, all I see’s a bunch of people who are going to get their asses kicked soon."

"You really think they aren’t that good?"

"Oh, of course they are," Haruka responds quickly. "Top mages, all of them. I know that much."

"Then..."

I stop as I see Haruka grinning.

"But, trust me, baby," she nods to her left. I follow her gesture and I blink as my eyes fall on a certain blonde.

[Ah, right.]

"You know what you, me, all of us have in common?" Haruka continues. "None of us got shit on my bestie~"

"..."

It’s hard to respond to that. I mean, I’ve seen it myself. That Paired Resonance Trial, the Arcane Symposium, the Honda Guild Exhibition...

If we’re going off just talent...

[She’s right. I don’t see anyone here beating Nakamura.]

"Besides," she grins up at me, "for what it’s worth, you do have one thing none of them do."

"Really?" I raise a brow, clueless. "What’s that?"

She grins and turns around, fully wrapping her arms around my back.

"You’re gonna be sharing a bed with me tonight. They aren’t~"

Just like that, she walks off. My face is so hot I don’t have to look in a mirror to know I’m blushing, and...

I look down.

My dick is the hardest it’s probably ever been.

[... Thank god for the water,] I think, sinking into it until the surface is just beneath my nose. [Holy fuck.]

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{Akari}

[Nothing says ’I’m trying to get in your pants’ like ice cream in this heat, right?]

I balance two cones - strawberry for me, dark chocolate for my favorite goth princess - as I make my way back to where Reina’s lounging by the pool.

And holy shit, what a view.

[God bless whoever invented swimsuits.] I swallow as I make my way over. [That black bikini is gonna haunt my dreams for at least the next two weeks. Fuuuck.]

"Hey."

"Hm?" Reina looks up at me, then down at the cones, then back at me.

"Figured you could use something sweet," I say, holding out her cone and winking. "You know, besides me."

Reina rolls her eyes, but I catch that little smile she’s trying to hide.

"Your pick-up lines get worse every day."

"Yet you’re still here~"

"The ice cream helps." But she scoots over, making room for me on her lounger.

Progress!

[Note to self: Buy more ice cream.]

"So," I stretch out next to her, making sure our thighs touch juuust a little. "See anything interesting yet?"

"Besides your massive ego?" She takes a delicate lick of her ice cream. It should NOT be that hot to watch someone eat frozen dairy products. "A few. That water mage from Singapore seems skilled."

"Marcus? Please. His abs aren’t even that great."

"I wasn’t looking at his abs."

"Liar."

She smirks.

"Maybe I was looking at his technique."

"Baby, I got better technique in my pinky finger than-"

"Ara ara~ If it isn’t the famous Akari-chan!"

[... The fuck?]

Suddenly, my flirtation session is interrupted.

I look up to find possibly the tallest woman I’ve ever seen standing over us. Platinum blonde hair, legs for days, and a very thick accent.

[Wait a second...] I narrow my eyes at her. Or, well, not her, but rather, her chest. [I know those tits from ManaGram.]

"Svetlana Volkova," she introduces herself with a smile that’s about as warm as a Siberian winter. "But you knew that already, yes?"

Her Japanese catches me a little off-guard, but I get my composure back instantly.

"Course I do, honey!" I match her smile with one of my own. "Love your content! Especially that video where you tried to do a spell and nearly set your eyebrows on fire!"

Her eye twitches.

"Ah, you’re as... charming as they say." She looks me up and down. "Though perhaps a bit shorter in person."

[Oh, it’s gonna be like that?]

"Funny, I was just thinking the same about your magical output! ManaGram filters really do work miracles, don’t they?"

Reina chokes on her ice cream.

"We shall see who is miraculous during exhibition, yes?" Svetlana’s smile doesn’t waver. "Do try to keep up, kohai."

She sashays away, probably to go terrorize someone else with her bargain bin anime Japanese.

"Well," Reina says after a moment, "she seems... intense. Feeling the pressure yet?"

I laugh, letting my head fall back.

"Baby, that’s what I live for! You think I got to where I am today by backing down from a challenge? I mean..." I smirk and wriggle my brows a little. "Not like I’ve stopped trying to get you to go out with me, right?"

She rolls her eyes again, like she always does with me.

"No, I suppose you haven’t."

"Besides," I grin, trying to lighten the mood, "I’ve seen her form online. Amateur hour. Watch me. We ever get put against each other? I’ll wipe the floor with Sailor Moscow over there."

"Mm." Reina takes another lick of her ice cream, and, unless she always licks ice cream that slowly, this time I KNOW she’s doing it on purpose. "I look forward to the show."

[God DAMN this girl’s gonna be the death of me.]