The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 100: Arcane Jungle, Part Twenty-Seven

{Akari}

The next couple of days passed in the blink of a fucking eye.

Day Two was all about teamwork, which basically meant watching a bunch of stuck-up international students try not to kill each other while completing these weird magical tasks. Like, there was this one challenge where we had to maintain this complex spell formation while solving riddles?

Svetlana’s team absolutely bombed it because she kept trying to micromanage everyone. The French girl - Marie something - spent the whole time starting drama instead of actually helping. And those American twins? Pretty sure they’re still arguing about whose fault it was that their formation exploded.

Our team though? We killed it.

[Turns out getting railed by your teammate is GREAT for group chemistry.]

Reina and I were in perfect sync the whole time. Every time I’d start to lose focus, she’d give me this LOOK, and suddenly I’d remember how she sounds when she cums. Really helps with concentration, you know?

Even Nao and Haruka worked well together, though watching them was like some kind of horny comedy show. Haruka "accidentally" brushing against Nao every chance she got, Nao trying SO hard to stay professional while sporting the world’s most obvious boner.

[Pretty sure I saw Nao’s tail wrap around Haruka’s waist at least twice.]

We came in second overall for Day Two, right behind the Chinese squad. Would’ve been first if Haruka hadn’t gotten distracted by Nao bending over to adjust her shoe one moment, but honestly? Worth it for the look on Nao’s face when she realized what happened.

Day Three was all about these fucking puzzle challenges. They gave us these ancient runes to decode, which usually would’ve been boring as shit, but they made it interesting. Had us running around the hotel like it was some kind of magical scavenger hunt.

Highlight of the day? Walking in on the British girl - Elizabeth "Tea Time" Winchester herself - having what looked like a mental breakdown over a particularly tricky rune sequence. Her posh accent got real regional real quick, if you know what I mean.

I solved my set in record time, which had Svetlana looking like she’d sucked on a lemon. The way her eye twitched when I turned in my answers? Better than sex.

[Okay, maybe not better than Reina’s ass, but still pretty good.]

Speaking of Reina? These past two days have been a fuck fest for the history books.

Like, Day Two? After we crushed that team challenge? Baby girl pulled me into a supply closet and straight up deepthroated my cock while still in her formal competition robes. Then I bent her over a stack of magical textbooks and fucked her ass until she actually started purring.

[Never knew feynal could do that. Learn something new every day!]

And don’t even get me started on Day Three. We had these little breaks between puzzle rounds, right? Well, I caught her in the library’s restricted section, supposedly "researching" ancient runes. Next thing I know, she’s got her tits out and she’s riding my dick between the History of Arcane Theory and Advanced Runic Applications shelves.

[Nothing gets her going like breaking proper library etiquette.]

And now, she spent most of today pretending she wasn’t sore from our last "study break" - you know, the one where I had her pressed up against the window on the third floor, forty feet in the air, my hand over her mouth while I fucked her silly? The way she came when I told her everyone could probably see us? Legendary.

Every time she shifted in her chair during the puzzle challenges, I knew exactly why her ass was so tender. Those little winces when she sat down? The way her tail would wrap around her waist protectively? Pure poetry.

And she KNEW I knew, too. I’d catch her eye across the room and grin, and her ears would do this little twitch that screamed "I’m trying to be mad but honestly? Worth it."

[Pretty sure we traumatized at least three different librarians.]

Even now, watching her try to focus on her lunch, I can see the marks I left on her neck. She’s trying to hide them with her hair, but baby? That ship has sailed. Everyone at this table knows exactly why the prim and proper heiress keeps squirming in her seat.

Especially after that thing in the east wing bathroom. Who knew she could bend like that?

[God bless yoga, honestly.]

Haruka, bless her horny little heart, actually did really well with the puzzles. Turns out she’s got a knack for pattern recognition. Though she did try to convince Nao that "body heat helps with concentration" at one point. Nao’s response? "After we win."

[Pretty sure I heard Haruka mutter "fucking tiger tease" under her breath at least twelve times.]

Now it’s Day Four.

Our rest day.

No challenges, no competitions, just a whole day to recover and "build international magical relationships" or whatever fancy bullshit the professors called it, before Day 5, the final competition day of the event, and then we have to wait two days for them to tally up the results.

[Translation: They’re giving us time to fuck the tension out of our systems. Or, at least, that’s how I’ll be using this day.]

Looking around the breakfast table this morning, I can already tell it’s gonna be an interesting day. Reina’s trying to hide a hickey with her hair, Nao looks like she’s about to snap from sexual frustration, and Haruka’s got that look in her eye that means she’s planning something.

Me? I’m just enjoying my coffee and wondering how many more times I can rail Reina before she slaps me again.

[God, I love this fucking tournament.]

I set my coffee down, already feeling that familiar heat building as I watch Reina pretend to read her morning paper. The way she’s sitting, all proper and shit, just makes me want to mess her up even more.

"Gimme a sec," I tell Haruka, who’s already grinning like she knows exactly what’s about to happen. "I’m gonna go bother Reina."

[Time to ruin some panties~]

I saunter over, making sure my hips do that thing that always makes Reina’s ears twitch. Sure enough, I catch her eyes darting up, then quickly back to her paper like she wasn’t just checking out my hips.

"Morning, princess," I purr, leaning over her chair. My tits are practically in her face, and I can see her trying so hard not to look. "Sleep well? Or still sore from yesterday’s library session?"

She puts on this little pout that does things to my dick, her lips curved in that way that makes me want to see how they’d look wrapped around my cock again.

"Some of us are trying to read, Nakamura."

[God, I love when she uses my last name. Makes it so much hotter when she’s screaming my first name later.]

It makes me smile wider and, I dunno, but I think that’s partly why she uses my last name to begin with.

"Oh?" I lean in closer, letting my breath ghost over her ear. "Funny, ’cause yesterday you were more interested in riding than reading."

Her cat-like ear twitches - gotcha.

"Keep dreaming," she mutters, but I can see the way her thighs press together, can smell how wet she’s getting.

[Time to go in for the kill.]

I capture her lips in a kiss, slow and deep, the kind that usually has her melting into me within seconds. And for a moment, she does - her tongue sliding against mine, her hand coming up to tangle in my hair.

[Hell yeah~] I grin. [Time to f-]

But then she pulls back, and there’s this smirk on her face that makes my dick throb and my brain go "uh oh" at the same time.

"Not yet," she says, voice husky in a way that should be illegal.

".... The fuck you mean ’not yet’?"

I’m already half-hard, my body has been trained to expect something fun whenever she kisses back like that.

Her smirk widens, and fuck, when did she learn to look this smug?

"We have a photoshoot to do soon."

[A what?]

My brain short-circuits, trying to process this new information while simultaneously dealing with the fact that Reina just denied me morning dick.

"Since when do we-"

"Since the event organizers decided we needed promotional materials," she cuts me off, clearly enjoying having the upper hand for once. "Though I suppose if you’re not interested in posing with me..."

[Oh, this clever little...]

"You’re evil," I tell her, my dick somehow getting harder at this new, teasing side of her. "You know that?"

She just smiles, sweet as candy and twice as dangerous.

"I learned from the best."

[... I’ve created a monster.]

But fuck if I don’t love it.

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The photoshoot setup is taking forever, which just gives me more time to tease Reina. We’re hanging at the back of the group, watching some photographer arrange everyone like designer dolls.

"Remember the library yesterday?" I whisper, letting my lips brush her ear. "When you had to bite down on your sleeve to stay quiet?"

Her ear twitches, but her face stays perfectly composed.

"I seem to recall someone begging pretty loudly themselves," she murmurs back, and fuck, when did she get so good at this game?

"Can’t help it when you squeeze down on my dick like that, princess."

We’re sitting at this fancy table now, all posed up for what’s probably gonna be some promotional bullshit. Reina’s next to me, looking like everything a magical heiress should be.

[If they only knew what that proper mouth can do...]

Then I feel it. Under the table, hidden from view, her hand slides onto my thigh.

[Oh?]

"Smile for the camera," she whispers, and before I can process what’s happening, her fingers are wrapped around my cock through my skirt.

[OH.]

The photographer’s going on about lighting and angles, completely oblivious to the fact that Reina fucking Miyamoto is giving me a handjob under the table.

Her technique is perfect - of course it is, she’s probably studied handjob theory or some shit. Each stroke is precisely calculated to drive me insane while keeping me just quiet enough not to give us away.

"Yeah, you’re evil," I manage through gritted teeth, trying to keep my face neutral as her thumb swipes over my tip.

She just smirks.

"Alright, everyone! Big smiles!" The photographer calls out.

Reina chooses that exact moment to squeeze, and I swear to god I see stars. Then, just as the flash goes off, she lays her head on my shoulder, all sweet and demure while her hand’s still working my cock like she’s trying to get a new high score.

[I’ve created a monster and I’m so fucking here for it.]

The picture’s taken, and she finally releases me, leaving me hard and aching and probably looking like a complete mess in what’s supposed to be a professional photo.

"Your father’s gonna see that picture, you know," I say once I can form words again, thinking about how obvious it probably is that she just had her hand on my dick.

She looks at me, and there’s something in her eyes - something fierce and free that makes my heart do weird flips in my chest.

"I’ll deal with that when I get home," she says, and the way she says it, like she’s finally choosing herself over daddy’s expectations? Fuck, it’s hot. "For now... I just want to enjoy this. All of it."

[Even the utterly shameless gyaru parts?]

But looking at her - this proper heiress who just gave me a handjob under a photoshoot table, who takes my cock like she was made for it, who’s choosing happiness over expectations - I can’t really disagree.

"Plus," she adds, her voice dropping to that tone that means I’m in trouble (the good kind). "We’re not done with today’s pictures yet."

[... What did she mean by that?]

But she’s already standing up, straightening her skirt like she didn’t just turn me into a horny mess in front of everyone.

[Definitely created a monster.]

Still worth it though.