Arcane Symposium, Part Nine

"Posting for the feed real quick!" I announce, holding up my phone while Haruka stretches beside me in the gym. 

It takes everything I have to stay focused and not just stare at her boobies. 

[Right. Time to be petty.]

"Yoooo, it's ya gurl, 'Kari!" I purr into my ManaGram voice message. "Just wanted to remind everyone that SOME of us don't need to suck up to professors to get ahead! No, we get our dicks sucked after we win, instead. No shade though... Well, maybe a little shade."

I add a sparkle filter that makes my perfect makeup look even more perfect before hitting post.

"That's like your millionth post shading Lily today," Haruka notes, bending over, stretching like a cat, in a way that makes her ass look absolutely criminal in those tiny shorts. Like, looking that good should be illegal in at least twelve countries. "You sure you don't just want to hate-fuck her or something?"

I choke on air.

"WHAT?"