The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 103: Arcane Jungle, Part Thirty*

{Akari}

The hotel’s got this different vibe now that everyone’s off celebrating. Like horny summer camp but make it magical. The halls are alive with the sound of mages getting it on, moans and giggles echoing off fancy wallpaper, magical energy crackling in the air from all the "private spellwork" happening behind closed doors.

[Pretty sure I just heard someone getting railed in that conference room. That sounded like the French girl... and maybe both American twins? Wow.]

Reina walks beside me, her tail swishing lazily behind her.

She’s still in her competition outfit - those tiny shorts that make my dick twitch every time I look at them. Her hair’s coming loose from its perfect bun.

The magical lights in the hallway really do make her look like something out of a dream. But then she snorts at a particularly loud moan from behind one of the doors, and nope - she’s definitely real. Thank fuck for that.

"So," she says, glancing at me with those perfect blue eyes. A strand of hair falls across her face. "Are you satisfied with your performance, Miss S-Class?"

The way she says "Miss S-Class" - like she’s teasing but also kind of proud? Does things that must be horrible for my heart. Makes my dick hard too, but that’s normal at this point.

"Hell yeah, baby!" I grin, throwing an arm around her shoulders. Her skin is warm against mine, still a little sweaty from the obstacle course. "Your girl absolutely killed it. Did you see Svetlana’s face when I pulled off that triple-layer ward break on the puzzles? Thought she was gonna shit herself!"

She doesn’t pull away from my touch. Actually leans into it, which is new and fantastic. Used to be she’d stiffen up just a little at any public display of affection, but now? Now she’s practically curling into me like... Well, shit, like a cat.

"You make it look so easy," she murmurs, her ear brushing my cheek in a way that sends shivers down my spine. "The pressure doesn’t seem to touch you at all. Even when everyone was watching, expecting you to fail..."

I think about that for a moment. About all the expectations, the whispers, the side-eyes from professors who can’t handle the fact that the most powerful mage they’ve seen in decades rocks platform heels and perfect winged eyeliner. About how many times I’ve heard "she can’t be THAT powerful" or "it must be some kind of mistake."

"Nah, it touches me a bit," I admit, squeezing her closer. The scent of her shampoo - that fancy rich girl stuff that probably costs more than my rent - fills my nose. "I just figure... fuck it, you know? Like, yeah, I could stress about being perfect, about living up to what everyone thinks an S-Class should be."

We pass another "occupied" room, the sounds from inside making Reina’s ears twitch. Pretty sure that’s Marcus and at least three of the Chinese squad. Boy works fast.

"Or," I continue, running my fingers through her hair because I can’t help myself anymore, "I could just be me. Turns out being me includes both top-tier magic AND getting some of the best ass Japan has ever seen, so I think that’s a fine alternative."

Reina snorts, the sound so unladylike it makes me grin wider. Her tail wraps around my waist, a gesture that’s become weirdly intimate over the past few days.

"Speaking of balls deep," she says as we approach our room, her voice dropping to that tone that means I’m about to have a very good time. "Want to-"

I open the door.

And-

[Oh. There they are.]

Haruka’s got Nao bent over the bed, knees on the floor, both of them naked. Nao’s face is pressed against the bed, her ass high in the air as Haruka (with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen) pounds into her from behind. Their clothes are scattered everywhere, like they couldn’t wait to get at each other.

Knowing Haruka? They probably couldn’t.

[Well well well...]

"Yo!" Haruka calls out cheerfully, over her shoulder, not even slowing down. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and I can see Nao’s cock (which is fucking MASSIVE by the way) leaking precum onto the carpet. The tiger girl’s tail is wrapped around Haruka’s thigh, pulling her in deeper with each stroke.

"Having fun?" I ask, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice. "Finally decided to let loose, huh Nao?"

Nao makes this absolutely mortified sound, trying to cover her face with her hands, but Haruka just grins wider. Her hips don’t stop moving for a second.

"The MOST fun!" She punctuates this with a particularly hard thrust that has Nao moaning despite herself. "She’s so tight, guys! Wanna join? There’s plenty of tiger to go around!"

I look at Reina, who’s watching the scene with a mix of exasperation and arousal that’s honestly adorable. Her ears are twitching like crazy, and I can smell how turned on she is.

"Maybe we should get lost?" I suggest, wiggling my eyebrows. "Let the tiger get her groove back?"

"Fuck you, Nakamura!" Nao manages between moans.

"Nah baby, looks like Haruka’s got that covered! But maybe next time~"

I close the door on Haruka’s delighted cackle and Nao’s embarrassed growl, turning to Reina with a grin. Her cheeks are flushed, her pupils dilated, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

"So," I say, pulling her close enough that our dicks touch through our clothes. "Think we might be able to find any empty conference rooms?"

She rolls her eyes, but she’s already leading me down the hall, her tail curled possessively around my wrist.

"You’re absolutely shameless," she tells me, but there’s no heat in it. Actually sounds kind of fond.

"Oh I sure am."

From there, we’re basically jogging to the first semi-private place we can find, whatever that may be.

We end up in this tiny break room on the third floor. It’s all corporate boring - white walls, generic art prints, one of those fake plants that somehow looks dusty despite not being real.

But it’s got a door that locks, and right now? That’s all we need.

I barely get the lock clicked before Reina’s on me, her mouth hot and hungry against mine. Her tail’s already wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as her tongue slides against mine.

[Fuck, when did she get so good at this?]

Her hands are everywhere - in my hair, under my shirt, squeezing my ass. Gone is the proper heiress who used to blush anytime I got close. This Reina? This Reina knows exactly what she wants.

And right now, what she wants is me.

"Someone’s eager," I tease between kisses, walking her backward until she hits the break room table. My dick’s so hard it hurts, pressing against hers through our clothes.

"Shut up," she growls, actually GROWLS, and holy shit that’s hot. "I’ve been watching you all day, showing off in those tiny shorts..."

I grin against her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"Enjoying the view, princess?"

Instead of answering, she grabs my hand and shoves it between her legs. Even through her shorts, I can feel how wet she is.

[Goddamn.]

"Does this answer your question?" She asks, and the smugness in her voice makes my dick throb.

Two can play that game though.

I spin her around, bending her over the table. Those perfect shorts come down in one smooth motion, and fuck - she’s not wearing anything underneath.

"You little slut," I say with admiration, kneeling down to suck on her cute balls. "Were you planning this?"

She pushes back against my hand, shameless now in a way that makes my heart do funny things in my chest.

"Maybe," she pants. "Or maybe I just like feeling exposed around you."

[Jesus FUCK.]

"God, I love what I’ve done to you," I groan, working my own shorts down. My dick springs free, already leaking. "Remember when you used to pretend you didn’t want this?"

She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyes dark with want.

"Less talking, more fucking."

[When did she get so demanding?]

I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.

I sink into her in one smooth thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. She’s hot and tight around me, her walls gripping my cock like they never want to let go.

"Fuck," I pant, starting to move. "You feel so good, princess."

Her only response is a breathless moan as I pick up the pace, my hips slapping against her ass. The table creaks beneath us, that fake plant wobbling dangerously with each thrust.

I reach around, wrapping my hand around her cock. She’s hard as steel, leaking precum all over the cheap wooden table.

"Gonna make a mess of this nice corporate furniture," I tease, stroking her in time with my thrusts. "Such a bad kitty."

"Harder," she demands, pushing back to meet each stroke. "Stop talking and fuck me harder!"

[Who am I to deny a princess?]

I grab her hips with my free hand and really give it to her, pounding into her tight heat like I’m trying to break the table. Every thrust pulls these perfect little whimpers from her throat, her tail thrashing with pleasure.

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and half-swallowed moans. If anyone walks by, they’ll definitely know what’s happening in here.

[Let them hear. Let them all know who’s making the proper heiress scream.]

"Close," Reina gasps, her cock pulsing in my hand. "Akari, I’m gonna-"

"Do it," I growl, fucking into her faster. "Cum for me, princess. Show me how much you love my cock."

She comes with a cry that’s definitely not proper heiress behavior, her whole body shaking as she paints the table with thick ropes of cum. Her ass clenches around me rhythmically, and that’s it - I’m done.

I bury myself deep and let go, filling her up with spurt after spurt of hot cum. My vision goes white at the edges, pleasure crashing through me in waves.

For a long moment, we just stay like that, panting and trembling in the aftermath. I’m draped over her back, both of us probably looking like complete disasters.

"We should probably clean up," Reina mumbles eventually, but makes no move to actually do so.

I press a kiss to her shoulder, tasting the salt of her sweat.

"Probably."

Neither of us moves.

[Life really is pretty fucking good right now.]