Opportunities

{Akari}

Students filter into class like zombies, all early morning yawns and shuffling feet. Meanwhile, I'm sauntering in with Haruka hanging off my arm, both of us fashionably late. 

Like, literally. We're late and looking fashionable AF. 

"Baaabe," Haruka whines, pressing those massive tits against my arm until our blazers brush together. Her lip gloss leaves this shiny little mark on my collar that's basically a promise for later. "I can't believe they're making us sit apart all semester. Like, who even does assigned seating anymore? We're not in middle school."

"Aww." I turn to catch her staring at my lips, my dick already stirring at that hungry look in her eyes. This tease knows exactly what she's doing. "Someone's gonna miss me that much?"

"You know it." Her fingers find my collar, playing with it in that way that always gets me hard. "Give me something to remember you by?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely~"

I grab her tie and pull her in for the kind of kiss that would make a porn star blush. Someone actually clutches their pearls. Like, literally. I swear, I hear the gasp and everything.

[Yeah, keep clutching those pearls, Karen. You wish you had someone this hot to make out with.]

"Miss Nakamura! Miss Suzuki!" Professor Chen's voice could cut diamonds. "Cease kissing! Go to your seats, immediately!"

We break apart giggling, and Haruka steals one last quick peck that tastes like strawberry lip gloss before strutting off to her assigned spot. As I turn toward my own seat, I catch Reina staring.

The goth queen tries to play it cool, one perfect eyebrow raised and those black-painted lips curved just slightly, but her tail gives her away, all curled around her chair like she's trying to strangle it.

[Oh? Someone for sure enjoyed the show~]

I drop into my seat next to her, making sure our shoulders brush. The touch sends electricity up my arm, and not the magical kind. My cock twitches again, definitely interested in how soft her skin is.

"Morning, gorgeous. Been thinking about me?"

"Hardly."

But her tail uncurls from its death grip on her chair leg, and is that a blush creeping up that pale neck?

Fuck, I wanna bite it.

"Do you always have to make such an entrance?"

"Only when I've got cute girls watching."

That blush definitely deepens, and holy shit if it isn't the hottest thing I've seen today (and I just had my tongue down Haruka's throat).

Reina snaps her attention forward, somehow making her already perfect posture even more rigid. The way her ears twitch though? Dead giveaway that she's affected.

Professor Chen clears her throat, her face pinched like she's been sucking lemons for breakfast. Probably has. Would explain the attitude.

"Before we begin today's lesson," Chen announces like she's about to reveal the secrets of the universe, "I have an important message. Professor Sato is organizing this year's Arcane Symposium, where selected students will demonstrate their magical prowess before the council."

[Now THIS is what I'm fucking talking about!]

My magic practically sparks beneath my skin, ready to show these stuck-up bitches what real power looks like.

"Only our most exemplary students will be chosen." Chen's gaze sweeps the room like she's shopping for proper little puppets, completely skipping over my corner like I don't even exist. "Those who represent the proper values and traditions of Crescent Moon University."

Aaaand that actually made me stop.

That's... different from what I expected. My grin falters for just a second. 

[Hold the fuck up. Since when does "proper values" have anything to do with magical skill? What, my tits gotta be smaller to cast spells now?]

But nah, they can try to ignore me all they want. I'm S-Class, baby. I'm a shoo-in... Right?

I lean back, letting my signature smirk slide back into place as my confidence surges back.

[They'll pick me. They fucking have to. Unless they want the whole magical world knowing they passed up the strongest mage in decades 'cause she wears platform heels.]

Reina's soft snort catches my attention, and damn if that little sound doesn't go straight to both my heart... and my dick.

"What, are you planning to scandalize the whole council?" she whispers, pretending to take notes but definitely watching me from the corner of those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Baby, I'm gonna give them a show they'll never forget." I lean closer, close enough to smell her expensive perfume. "Maybe even throw in a little something extra, just for you~"

"Miss Nakamura!" Chen's voice cracks like a whip, probably leaving welts on lesser mortals. "Perhaps you'd like to share your conversation with the class?"

My grin goes nuclear. Like, absolutely atomic.

"Just telling Reina how excited I am about the symposium, Prof." I bat my lashes with enough innocence to make angels jealous. "I'm very eager to represent the school."

The vein in Chen's forehead pulses so hard I think it might explode.

Totally worth it.

Next to me, Reina's definitely fighting back a smile. Her tail gives this little flick that screams "I'm trying not to laugh" - and holy moly if that isn't the cutest thing I've seen all day. Well, tied with how she blushes when I get close.

[Note to self: Make the goth queen actually laugh sometime. Bet it's fucking adorable.]

The rest of class drags on like torture, Chen droning about proper magical theory while I entertain myself by seeing how many times I can "accidentally" brush against Reina's arm before her ears start twitching. My fingers trace patterns on my desk that just happen to bring my skin in contact with hers.

Answer: Three. Three brushes before those perfect cat ears start doing this little dance that makes my heart skip.

[Definitely filing that information away for later use~]

---

"Bruh, look at this filter tho!"

The next day, I'm sprawled across my couch-bed in nothing but this oversized t-shirt that barely covers my morning wood, my fingers dancing across ManaGram while I absent-mindedly stroke myself.

The morning light hits different when you're half-naked and plotting social media domination.

Twenty minutes of getting the lighting just right, and now I'm adding these sparkly stickers that make my pink eyes pop like cotton candy dreams. The result? Pure fucking fire. My latest selfie has me winking at the camera while pink spell circles float around my head like some kind of gyaru angel descended from heaven to bless these basic bitches with my presence.

[Literally who gave me the right to look this good? It's almost unfair to everyone else,] I think to myself, in the middle of my cheap, studio apartment. 

I hit send, already knowing it's gonna blow up harder than my first spell test. Seconds later, my phone buzzes with Haruka's response:

[Ruka💕]: GIRL 😭😭😭

[Ruka💕]: why tf you gotta make me look basic next to you fr fr

I snort, shifting to get more comfortable as my cock throbs against my palm:

[Me]: stfu you're literally perfect bestie

[Me]: also peep these new lashes~

I attach another pic, this one with my signature peace sign and a wink that probably violates some law about being too hot for public consumption. These new false lashes make my eyes look huge and innocent, which is fucking hilarious considering what I was doing with Haruka in the bathroom between classes yesterday.

[Ruka💕]: DECEASED

[Ruka💕]: also did u see the symposium list dropped??

[Ruka💕]: everyone's posting about it on their ManaStory

[Wait what the actual fuck?]

I sit up so fast my shirt rides up, exposing my still-hard dick to the morning air as I switch to my feed. My timeline's absolutely exploding, and not in the fun way.

The official Crescent Moon account just dropped the list of selected participants for the Arcane Symposium, and my pink eyes narrow as I scroll through the names, each swipe making my stomach clench tighter.

[Okay but where's my name tho? This has to be some kind of joke.]

My phone practically screams with Haruka's rapid-fire messages:

[Ruka💕]: ummm tf??? you're not on here???

[Ruka💕]: literally HOW

[Ruka💕]: you're literally S-Class???

[Ruka💕]: this is so sus bestie fr fr

I read through the list three more times, my perfectly glossed lips pulling into a frown that would definitely leave creases if I wasn't careful. But fuck being careful right now.

"Lily Amano," I read aloud, tasting the unfamiliar name like bad medicine. "Who even IS that? I swear, I haven't heard of anyone like that in Class 1. Some random basic bitch nobody's ever heard of makes it but the literal S-Class doesn't?"

[Yeah, something's definitely not adding up here...]

I'm about to unleash a whole essay of salt in Haruka's DMs when another notification slides in - this one making my eyebrows shoot up and my dick twitch with renewed interest.

[GothQueen🖤]: Noticed you're not on the list.

[GothQueen🖤]: Interesting choice on their part.

[Oh? Miss Feynal Goth Queen sliding into my DMs?]

My fingers fly across the keyboard, a grin replacing my frown:

[Me]: aww babe, you checking up on me? 

[Me]: careful, might start thinking you care~

[GothQueen🖤]: Don't push it.

[GothQueen🖤]: Just thought you should know

[GothQueen🖤]: Professor Sato's the one who made the final selections.

[That crusty old man? The one who keeps staring at my tits while telling me to button up my shirt?] 

Haruka's next messages pop up like rapid-fire spells:

[Ruka💕]: yo bestie we riding at dawn or what

[Ruka💕]: literally no one's gonna go to this symposium shit if the S-Class ain't even in it

[Ruka💕]: time to throw hands??? 👀

I lean back against my pillows, my cock still hard but forgotten as a slow smirk spreads across my face. An idea forms, the kind that would make those proper bitches clutch their pearls even harder.

[Me]: nah baby

[Me]: we're gonna do something way better

[Me]: they wanna act like I don't exist?

[Me]: aight bet. let's give them a show they CAN'T ignore

I switch back to Reina's chat, still riding the high of my forming plan:

[Me]: thanks for the tea, gorgeous

[Me]: maybe I'll give you a little kiss sometime as thanks~

[GothQueen🖤]: ...

[GothQueen🖤]: Gross

My smirk widens as I open ManaGram one more time, positioning myself just right - shirt riding up to show abs, morning wood obvious through the thin fabric, pink eyes sparkling with mischief. One perfectly posed peace sign later, I have my shot. The caption writes itself:

"Guess who's about to make this symposium interesting? 😘✌️ #SClassBaby #CrescentMoonTings #WatchMe"

My phone lights up like a Christmas tree with notifications. Let them talk. Let them wonder. Let them worry.

They want drama?

Baby, I'm about to give them a whole fucking production.