The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 97: Arcane Jungle, Part Twenty-Four*

{Nao}

[Aaaand they’re gone.]

I watch Akari and Reina stumble out of the pool, all tangled limbs and wandering hands. It’s like they forget the rest of us exist, lost in their own little world of raging hormones and sexual tension finally snapping.

Part of me is happy for them. That shit’s been building since day one, and the eye-fucking was getting old. But another part, a part I don’t want to acknowledge, is jealous.

Not of them specifically, but of what they have. That "fuck it, let’s go" attitude, the freedom to just... give in.

"Looks like it’s just you and me, tiger."

Haruka’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts. She’s grinning at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something else, something that makes my pulse kick up a notch.

"Yeah," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Guess so."

She swims closer, the water lapping at her collar bones. This close, I can see the droplets clinging to her eyelashes.

"So," she drawls, trailing a finger down my arm. "Want another drink?"

I swallow hard. The tequila’s still buzzing through my system, making everything feel warm and hazy.

"This is actually my first time drinking," I admit, averting my eyes. "Like, ever."

Her eyebrows shoot up.

"For real? Damn, we popped your alcohol cherry!"

She says it with such glee, like corrupting me is the highlight of her night. Knowing Haruka, it probably is.

"So," she leans in, her breath ghosting over my ear. "Want more booze... or want me?"

Fuck. FUCK.

Her hand is on my thigh now, fingers teasing the edge of my swimsuit. I can feel the heat of her skin, the way her claws prick my flesh ever so slightly.

I want to say yes. Gods, do I want to. I’ve been thinking about this, about her, in the dark quiet of my room late at night. The way she’d feel, the sounds she’d make...

But I can’t. Not yet.

"Haruka," I say, gently pushing her hand away. "I... Not right now."

She blinks, confused.

"What? Why?"

I take a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts through the alcohol haze.

"I want to focus on the event," I say slowly, holding her gaze. "I want to make sure I give it my all, that I win day after day. And then..."

I reach out, cupping her cheek. Her skin is soft beneath my palm.

"If we win, if Crescent Moon comes out on top... then we can celebrate."

She blinks. Nods.

And then she starts cackling.

"Really? Baby, that’s so dramatic."

"Shut up," I respond, knowing I’m blushing hard. "T-That’s just how it is."

Her giggles subside, but her grin stays plastered on her face.

"Celebrate, huh?" She leans into my touch. "And what exactly did you have in mind for this celebration?"

Heat floods my cheeks more, my mind conjuring all sorts of dirty images. Haruka on her knees, Haruka bent over the table, Haruka riding me hard and fast...

"You’ll have to wait and see," I manage, my voice coming out huskier than I intended.

She grins.

"Fucking tease."I laugh, the sound breathless. "But hey," she interrupts. "If you change your mind, just let me know... I mean, I’m down to take your dick to the throat any moment now."

"Jesus, Haruka."

Again, she cackles.

"But, for real," she purrs, her eyes dark and full of promise. "You better win, tiger. Because the things I’m gonna do to you..."

She lets the sentence trail off, her smirk saying more than words ever could. I feel like I’m on fire, my skin too tight, my blood molten in my veins.

"I’ll win," I say, my voice steely with resolve. "Promise."

She grins, fierce and bright.

"That’s my girl."

She pulls away, the loss of her warmth making me ache. But it’s a good ache, an anticipatory ache.

"Guess I better go make sure Akari and Reina aren’t fucking in the hallway," she sighs, rolling her eyes. "Though maybe I should let them. Give the maids something to talk about."

She winks, and then she’s gone, pulling herself out of the pool in one smooth motion. I watch her go, my eyes tracing the lines of her body, committing them to memory.

Soon, I tell myself. Soon, I’ll taste that skin, map those curves with my hands and mouth. Soon, I’ll hear her moan my name, feel her come undone beneath me.

But first... first, I have to win.

I take a deep breath, dunking myself under the water. The cool rush helps clear my head, washing away the lingering haze of alcohol and lust.

When I surface, I’m refreshed, focused.

Ready.

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{Akari}

[Here goes nothin’.]

I line myself up with Reina’s pussy, the head of my cock brushing against her slick folds. We both suck in a breath. I’m throbbing, leaking already.

Reina looks over her shoulder at me, eyes hooded, lips parted. "Akari..."

That’s all the invitation I need. I grip her hips and push forward, sinking into her tight, wet heat inch by tantalizing inch.

"Fuck," I gasp once I’m fully sheathed, hips flush against her ass. "Fuck, Reina, you’re so..."

Words fail me. She’s velvet heat around me, perfect pressure in all the right places. Like she was made for my cock.

"Akari," she pants, claws kneading into the mattress. "Move. Please."

So I do. I pull almost all the way out and then slam back in, setting a punishing pace right off the bat. No gentle build, no slow tease. Just hard, fast, deliciously filthy fucking.

The sounds are obscene - flesh slapping against flesh, slick squelching noises as I piston in and out of her, our mingled grunts and moans filling the room. It’s raw, primal, straight out of my dirtiest fantasies.

But even better. Because it’s real. She’s real, hot and tight around me, pushing back to meet my every thrust. Reina Miyamoto, the untouchable ice queen, coming undone on my cock.

[Take that, world. Akari Nakamura’s heatin’ up Miss Frost.]

I drape myself over her, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her spine as I rut into her. She arches into the touch, keening high in her throat.

"Yes," she hisses, tail lashing. "Yes, harder, just like that..."

I oblige, putting my back into it, fucking her with everything I’ve got. The bed’s creaking alarmingly but I can’t bring myself to care. Let it break. Let the whole damn hotel hear us.

I slide a hand around to palm her cock, hard and heavy, dripping with arousal. She jolts as I start to stroke her, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Akari," she sobs, and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. "Akari, I’m close, I’m gonna..."

I can feel it, the way she’s tightening around me, muscles fluttering and clenching. I’m close too, that familiar pressure coiling white-hot at the base of my spine.

"Do it," I growl, nipping at her shoulder. "Cum for me, princess. Paint the bed with it."

And she does, with a throaty moan that shoots straight to my core. Her cock pulses in my hand, spilling over my fingers and onto the sheets below. The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming undone...

It pushes me over the edge. I bury myself to the hilt and let go, filling her up with spurt after spurt of my own release. White starbursts behind my eyelids, pleasure crashing over me in waves as I shake and shudder against her.

For a long moment, we just stay like that - me draped over her back, both of us panting harshly, lost in the aftershocks. My cock twitches inside her, slowly softening.

Finally, reluctantly, I pull out. We both hiss at the sensation, oversensitive.

I flop onto my back next to her, boneless and sated. Reina turns over, stretching languorously like a cat in a sunbeam.

"Well," she purrs, tracing idle patterns on my sweat-slick skin. "That was..."

"Fucking incredible," I finish, grinning at the ceiling.

She laughs, low and husky. It makes me want to do filthy things to her all over again.

"Eloquent as always, Nakamura," she teases. But there’s a softness around her eyes, a looseness to her limbs that wasn’t there before.

[I did that. Me. I fucked the prim and proper right out of her.]

The thought fills me with a fierce sort of pride, hot and bright in my chest.

Reina nestles into my side, throwing a leg over mine. I wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. She fits perfectly, like a puzzle piece I didn’t know I was missing.

"Mmmm," she hums contentedly, nuzzling into my neck. "I could get used to this."

"Yeah?" I card my fingers through her sex-mussed hair, gently working out the tangles. "Gonna keep me around then?"

She nips at my pulse point in reprimand, but she’s smiling against my skin.

"We’ll see. Depends on how well you do in the tournament."

I snort, tugging lightly on her hair in retaliation.

"Using me for my magic, huh? Golddigger."

She laughs again, bright and carefree. The sound warms me to my toes.

"Among other things," she says, suggestively grinding her hips against mine.

And oh, hello. Little Akari’s perking up again, ready for round two. Reina notices, her grin turning wicked.

"Already?" She purrs, reaching down to wrap clever fingers around my semi. "My, my. The stories of your stamina aren’t exaggerated..."

I buck into her touch, my cock swelling rapidly in her grip. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet."

Her eyes gleam, dark and full of promise. She shifts, straddling my hips in one fluid motion. The sight of her above me, in all her naked Adonis glory, makes my mouth go dry.

She lines me up with her entrance, sinking down slow and smooth. We groan in unison as I stretch and fill her, sparks shooting up my spine at the sensation.

"Fuck," I pant, hands flying to her hips. "Warn a girl before you- oh fuck..."

Words dissolve into garbled nonsense as she starts to move, rising and falling on my cock like the world’s sexiest piston.

And as she rides me into oblivion, as the tournament and the Arcane Council and everything else fades into background noise, one crystal clear thought rings through my sex-drunk mind:

[This was so worth the wait.]