Paired Resonance Trial, Part Five

{Lily}

I keep my smile perfectly sweet as I sit in this overpriced student council room, hands folded like the good little girl they think I am. My uniform's pristine, as always. Not a single rule bent, unlike certain... other students I could name.

"... suppose it's fine."

I blink.

"Hm? I apologize, what did you say?" God, I hate having to ask that, but these bitches really had me lost in thought.

Miyuki sighs like I'm personally exhausting her.

"I said that while it's... unusual to have a Class 2 student on the council," she adjusts her glasses like some anime girl, "your extracurricular activities are impressive enough, so I guess it's okay."

[Translation: You're not good enough to be here, but we're desperate for help. Cute.]

Not that I mind... much. My grades weren't good enough for Class 1, so I went with plan B: get involved in literally everything with everyone. 

[Networking is half the work you do in the big leagues, as they say. And honey? I network on my knees if I have to.]

"I'm just honored to serve," I chirp, laying the innocence on thick. This pure, sweet act? I've had it down to a science since middle school. "I've always admired how the council maintains our school's standards. I couldn't help but want to get involved."

"Speaking of standards," some third-year with more money than personality chimes in, "did you see that podcast?"

"Unfortunately." Miyuki rolls her eyes so hard I'm shocked they don't get stuck. "The audacity of that girl, speaking about our institution like it's some kind of... Some kind of-"

"Playground?" I offer sweetly. "I saw her practicing earlier. It was quite... inappropriate."

Miyuki's ears perk up like I just rang a dinner bell.

"Oh?"

"She and that friend of hers, her minion or whatever, were practically grinding on each other." I wrinkle my nose delicately, playing up the disgust. "Calling it 'resonance practice' but really..."

"Details?" The third-year leans forward, practically salivating.

[Oh? What's this? Seems I'm not the only one our S-Class gyaru's been pissing off.]

"Well," I examine my perfect manicure, "let's just say their 'practice' involved a lot of touching that had nothing to do with magic. And the way they were talking about..." I glance around like I'm about to spill state secrets, "you know, their condition."

"Disgusting." Miyuki's grip on her pen tightens enough to turn her knuckles white. "Two futanari, acting like that in public? She's making a mockery of everything this institution stands for!"

"The worst part is how many students seem to support her," another council member adds. "Did you see the podcast comments? They're calling her 'revolutionary.'"

"Revolutionary?" Miyuki scoffs. "She's nothing but an AGENT OF CHAOS!!! And now she's trying to participate in the Symposium? Despicable!"

[Agreed. I had to suck dick to get in. This girl is just gonna grind on her friend a little to do the same? That doesn't seem fair to me.] 

"About that..." I lean forward, giving them my best concerned citizen act. "Is there really nothing we can do? I mean, surely we can't let someone so... unrefined represent us to the magical community."

"Ugh, unless she fails the Paired Resonance Trial, our hands are tied." Miyuki crosses her arms like a petulant child. "And despite her... everything, she does have raw talent. As much as I hate it, it feels inevitable that she'll pass."

I nod slowly, wheels turning.

"Talent isn't everything though, is it?" I tap my finger against the table, thoughtful and innocent. "I mean, the trial requires perfect synchronization. One small disruption..."

The silence stretches like taffy. Miyuki's eyes narrow behind those designer frames.

"What... What exactly are you suggesting?"

"Oh, nothing specific." My smile stays pure as freshly fallen snow. "I just think it would be terrible if someone so... unorthodox became the face of our prestigious university. Especially when there are so many other talented students who understand the importance of proper behavior."

"Students like yourself, perhaps?" The third-year asks dryly.

"I would never presume." I duck my head modestly, playing shy. "I simply want what's best for Crescent Moon."

Miyuki studies me like she's seeing me for the first time. Then, slowly, her lips curve into something almost predatory.

"You know, Lily... I think you'll fit in quite well here after all."

[Hook, line, and sinker.]

"We'll need to be careful, of course," Miyuki continues, already plotting. "Any potential interference would have to be... subtle."

"Leave that to me," I offer with perfect innocence. "I'm very good at subtle."

The meeting continues, and I keep my expression appropriately concerned while my mind races with possibilities. After all, someone has to protect Crescent Moon's reputation.

And if that someone happens to advance her own position in the process?

[Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.]

---

{Akari}

Getting up in the morning ain't the same when you do it with something to prove. 

I feel that warmth on my skin as I strut through Crescent Moon's bougie-ass gates, my chrome nails catching light and sparkling bright enough to blind these trust fund babies walking past. Yeah, look all you want, honey.

My heart's doing some weird fluttery shit in my chest, but my walk? Still fierce as fuck in these brand new platform Mary Janes. Sure, they're knockoffs, but when you're living that broke bitch life, you work with what you got.

[Time to show 'em what's up!] 

I went extra hard with the look today because this isn't just about magic, nah. It's about making these stuck-up hoes eat every single one of their words.

My uniform 'modifications'? Pushed to the absolute limit, baby.

Skirt hiked up to show off these Diamond Legs stockings (the real ones - ya girl saved up FOREVER for these babies), blazer cropped and tailored to emphasize these abs (thank god for those morning jogs, even if waking up early is literal torture), and enough jewelry to make me sound like a walking wind chime.

Three hours with the curling iron got my hair in these perfect golden waves, and the makeup? Nuclear. We're talking circle lenses making my pink eyes pop like anime came to life, highlighter literally enchanted to sparkle (okay so maybe I spent a big chunk of this month's food budget on magic-infused makeup, but priorities, right?), and winged liner sharp enough to murder a man with a scoff and a glance. 

The entrance hall goes quiet as I pass. I can feel the whispers following me like thirsty little puppies.

[Let them talk. They're about to see what's really going on.] 

"Akariiiiii!"

That voice has me turning, a genuine smile breaking through my game face.

Haruka's running toward me, those perfect tits bouncing in that sports bra she's definitely not supposed to have visible under her half-buttoned uniform. Those thick thighs in those bicycle shorts got me feeling some type of way, and I gotta bite my lip to keep from staring too hard.

"Bitch, you're literally glowing!" She crashes into me with a hug that's definitely transferring body glitter everywhere. "Did you enchant your highlighter again? You know that shit's expensive!"

"Maaaaaybe." I steady myself on these platforms, smirking like the cat who got the cream. "Gotta make sure these hoes can't look away, you know?"

"Mwah!" She plants this quick kiss on my lips that has some nearby first-years looking ready to faint. "So, ready to shake shit up?"

"Born ready. Professor Sato won't know what hit his crusty ass."

"Speaking of..." She nods toward the end of the hall.

There they are. Professor Sato and Miyuki, looking like someone just told them magic's canceled. The student council president's eyes narrow behind those designer frames when she spots us. Probably having an aneurysm over my uniform violations.

"Pfft. Let the haters look." I flip my hair, making sure every magical charm catches the light just right. "After today, they'll have to put some respect on our names."

[And maybe then they'll realize you can be powerful without looking like some boring-ass traditional mage.]

My cock twitches in these cute Victoria's Secret panties (okay, these are knockoffs too, but they make my ass look bomb) as Haruka presses against my side.

We've practiced this resonance shit like it's our job. In class, after hours, between makeout sessions that usually end with us both ready to bust.

"We got this," she whispers, her own bulge pressing against my hip in a way that's definitely not helping my concentration.

"I know we do, babe." I grin, reaching back to squeeze that fat ass just to watch the first-years have collective heart attacks. "Just gotta wait for the time to come."

A few hours. That's all we got before it's time to show Crescent Moon exactly what a gyaru S-Class can do. And bitch? I'm counting every single second because I'm so hyped I can barely keep still.

[Let's see them try to ignore me after this.]

Watch me shine, you stuck-up hoes. Watch me fucking shine.