The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 89: Arcane Jungle, Part Sixteen

[Wakey wakey, eggs and... Oh my fuck, is that bacon?]

Day one has arrived, and with it, the most expensive breakfast of my life (which I will not be paying for, hehe).

I practically sprint into the Grand Arcane’s breakfast buffet alongside Haruka. Reina and Nao trail behind us, both looking kinda amused.

The spread is absolutely unreal! We’re talking mountains of scrambled eggs, towers of French toast, forests of sausage links, and oh sweet baby Jesus, are those cinnamon rolls the size of my head?

"Try not to orgasm in public," Reina murmurs as she gracefully selects a croissant. "It’ll end up on video." She gestures at some camera guys in the back, recording all of this for tv or whatever.

"Again?" I ask with a raised brow and a smirk. "The whole world saw me give Haruka the business, babe. Not like it would be anything new." I load my plate up with a little bit of everything.

"True!" Haruka, the owner of the ass that got so intensely fuuugged that one, two, eight or so times, agrees, as she too covers her whole plate. Given the way Nao clears her throat and blushes a bit, I think it’s safe to say she saw the video, or videos, too.

"I guess you’re right," Reina sighs, smiling.

There are a few other students here I don’t recognize. Makes sense, I guess. That one bitch took up a lot of my focus. By now, Haruka’s got a plate piled high with pancakes, bacon, and... is that whipped cream?

"Ooooh, fuck, fuck, fuck! This is actually orgasmic," she announces with a grin around a mouthful of syrupy goodness. "So, ’Kari, ready to kick some international ass today?"

"Born ready, baby."

I look over at Nao, who’s still kinda flustered.

"What’s the matter, tiger? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or the wrong side of Haruka?"

Nao chokes on her orange juice.

Haruka winks.

"I dunno, something was suuuper eager to say hi to me this morning." She leans in to whisper conspiratorially. "Little Nao was bangin’ on my backdoor before Big Nao’s eyes even opened~"

I blink.

[Damn.]

"H-Hey!" Nao stammers out.

I put a forkful of eggs in my mouth.

"Hey," I say, chewing between syllables. "Take it from me," I grin back at her (yes, with eggs still in my mouth), "Little Nao was trying to take you to the promised land."

"W-What’s that supposed to mean!?" She says that, but the way her chocolate cheeks darken tells me she knows exactly what that means.

"Anyway," Reina interrupts, before I can elaborate. "We should probably discuss strategy for the duels today. Especially you, Akari. You’re in the S-Class bracket."

[Ugh, responsibility. It’s too early for this shit.]

But before I can come up with a suitably snarky response, a shadow falls over our table.

"Discussing strategy?" Svetlana’s voice is like honey poured over a bear trap. "How cute."

I look up to see the Russian menace herself looming over us, flanked by her cronies.

Today, she’s got on this sleek black athletic wear that probably costs more than my entire wardrobe, and her hair’s pulled back in a severe ponytail that just screams "I woke up like this, peasants."

[This hoe...] I glare up.

"Oh, hey Svetlana!" I flash her my most dazzling smile. "We were just talking about how excited we are to absolutely destroy you in the duels today."

Her eye twitches. Just a little. But it’s enough.

"Is that so?" She leans down, getting right up in my face. I can smell her perfume, something sharp and icy. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re more focused on stuffing your face than preparing for battle."

[Ooh, she did NOT just come for my breakfast!]

"Baby, I could eat this entire buffet and still have enough energy to wipe the floor with your bony ass." I take a big, deliberate bite of my cinnamon roll, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Svetlana’s nostrils flare. Her cronies exchange nervous glances. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"We shall see about that," she hisses. "I look forward to teaching you a lesson in humility, Nakamura."

"Aww, you’re gonna teach me? That’s so sweet!" I bat my eyelashes at her. "While we’re at it, maybe you can teach me how to be a frigid bitch too!"

Svetlana’s face goes through a whole journey - shock, rage, and then a cold, calm fury that’s honestly kind of terrifying.

"I will destroy you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will rip you apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left but a sad little gyaru pretending to be a mage."

I just smile, wide and bright and utterly unconvinced.

"Looking forward to it, babe!" I chirp. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a breakfast to finish and an ass to kick. Not necessarily in that order."

For a moment, I think she might actually shoot a force bolt at me right here in the dining hall. Her hands are clenched into fists, her magic crackling around her. But then, with a huff and a toss of her ponytail, she spins on her heel and stalks away, her lackeys scurrying after her.

The dining hall erupts into whispers. I catch snippets here and there.

"Did you see that?"

"I can’t believe she said that!"

"Ten bucks on the gyaru."

"Akari." Reina’s voice is low, urgent. "What the hell was that?"

"That, my dear," I pop another bite of cinnamon roll into my mouth, "was psychological warfare. Or, as I like to say, we were speaking Bitchanese. And, hey, if she thinks she’s gonna get in my head, she’s got another thing coming."

"You’re gonna get yourself killed," Nao mutters. "Some people get stronger when they’re angry."

"And some people get sloppy," I reply. "Trust me, it’ll be fine."

From there, the rest of the breakfast is mostly peaceful. I mean, aside from that feeling of someone, or multiple people, glaring daggers into the sides of my head.

[Ah, breakfast with friends. Is there anything better?] I stretch. [Obviously, I’ve got a massive target on my back. But, who cares? I’m here for it. For sure.]

I polish off the last of my food, licking my fingers clean with perhaps a bit more enthusiasm than is strictly necessary.

[Get ready, Svetlana. Get fucking ready.]

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The dueling arena they’ve prepared is a sight to behold. It’s like someone took a Roman coliseum, gave it a magical makeover, and then cranked the drama up to eleven. The stands are packed with students from every school, all of them buzzing with excitement and nervous energy.

Down on the arena floor, the professors are setting up these big ass ward circles. They glow with arcane power, pulsing in time with some unheard rhythm. It’s mainly so that the spectators don’t get blasted, of course.

"Nervous?" Haruka bumps her shoulder against mine, a wicked grin on her face.

"Please," I scoff.

But the truth is, there are actually some butterflies doing acrobatics in my stomach. It’s not a bad feeling, but I am pretty jittery. Not that I’d ever admit it out loud. I got a reputation to maintain, after all.

I glance over at Reina and Nao. Reina’s got her game face on, all cool composure and steely determination. Nao, on the other hand...

"You good, tiger?" I raise a brow at her. She’s looking a little green around the gills.

"Fine," she grits out. "Just... a lot of people watching."

"Ah! But, isn’t that half the fun?" Haruka hangs off of Nao. Nao pretends to look annoyed, but I can see her tense shoulders relax just a bit. "All eyes on you," Haruka goes on, then...

She pulls away from Nao and instead, toward me. She cups one of my tits as she says it, leaning into me so our lips brush.

"Pretty girls screaming your name..." She grins against me.

"Mm, hell yeah..." And, naturally, we start making out.

Pretty sure I hear several gasps ring out. I open my eyes for a second and, from the corner, I catch both Reina and Nao staring. Reina looks away quick, just rolling her eyes. But, Nao?

[Oh, she’s definitely watching...]

Our tongues slip by one another and - FUCK! Can my girl kiss~ Haruka tastes like the cinnamon rolls from breakfast and that strawberry lip gloss she’s always wearing, and when she slips that tongue inside my mouth, I can literally hear Nao choke.

Glancing at her, I see the feynal biting down on her bottom lip just a bit. With a grin, I slip my hand up Haruka’s spine to the back of her head, working my fingers into her hair as I tilt my head and deepen this.

Our tits press together. Soft, happy little gasps fall out of her mouth and into mine. With one last smack of our lips, we pull away.

"Hah, never gets old~" I wink at her.

She licks her lips.

"Yeah, it doesn’t." Haruka grins as she laces our fingers together and tugs me along, toward the spectator seats.

"Get a room!" someone calls out - probably one of the Americans. Can’t tell Brad and Chad apart.

"Get some skills!" Haruka shoots back instantly, just making me grin harder.

I swear I catch Nao mumbling something under her breath. Reina’s cheeks have gone rosy, her breathing a little heavier too.

[Blushing over a little make-out session? That’s so fucking cute...]

I glance over my shoulder at her in a way I know makes my ass look GREAT and toss her a wink before Haruka and I sit down next to each other.

"ATTENTION, STUDENTS!" Professor Hottie from Singapore calls out, her voice magically amplified. "We’re about to begin the preliminary rounds. Remember, these are one-on-one duels. First to knock their opponent out of the ward circle or render them unable to cast wins."

My eyes drift over to Svetlana. She’s standing with her cronies, looking all superior and shit. I blow her a kiss when she glances my way. The scowl I get in return is delicious.

[Come on, let’s get this show on the road!]