Chapter 13: Paired Resonance Trial, Part Three
{Reina}
[Sometimes I wonder if I'm even real.]
My tail's curled tight around this chair leg while I pretend to focus on some bullshit PowerPoint. My black-painted nails drum silently against my phone under this massive mahogany table that probably costs more than most people's cars. Earbuds hidden under my perfectly styled dark waves, letting me escape into another world.
My fishnet top's slipped during the meeting, one pale nipple threatening to peek out above the lace. But you know what? I don't bother fixing it. Let them clutch their pearls. Let them be scandalized.
On my screen, she's there. Akari. The S-Class mage lounging like she owns the fucking universe. Crop top riding up to show those toned abs, thick thighs crossed like she's daring you to look away, those pink eyes flashing with a confidence I'd kill for as she declares war on tradition and all that's holy or whatever.
Just watching her makes me antsy.
[God, she looks so fucking free.]
"Furthermore, our Q3 projections indicate..." My father's voice is white noise. Everything about him is calculated. All the way down to his feynal features. Sleek black ears that only twitch when he's about to destroy someone's career, a tail that stays perfectly still like it's made of marble.
Everything about him screams control. His immaculate suit probably costs more than a car. His precisely trimmed goatee probably gets measured with a ruler every morning.
I don't know that I can live like that. I shift in my seat, and my leather mini-skirt creaks like a protest.
But, no, even here, in this corporate prison they call a boardroom, I try to push back. As much as I can, anyway.
For example, this designer fishnet top under my blazer? The top that even allows one of my titties to pop out in the first place? It costs more than most people's rent, but it's still a middle finger to all these bland suits surrounding me. And, my platforms add four inches of straight "fuck you" to my height.
It's not much. At the end of the day, I'll still be the good little heiress. But for now? This is as close to rebellion as I've got.
Through my earbuds, Akari's voice hits me like a shot of pure adrenaline:
"Watch me real close. 'Cause I'm about to show everyone exactly what an S-Class bad bitch can do."
[Must be nice, being able to just... exist.]
"Reina." My father's tone makes my ears flatten instantly. "Perhaps you'd like to share your thoughts on the merger proposal?"
I roll my eyes and pull out my earbuds smooth as silk, letting them vanish into my hair.
Sweat rolls down between my tits, making the fishnet cling in a way that would probably give half these executives heart attacks.
"The Wong Corporation's assets are overvalued," I sigh, bored as fuck. "Their tech division is three generations behind ours, and their market share has dropped twelve percent since last quarter."
My father blinks once.
+1 Point: Reina.
Another hour crawls by before these corporate zombies finally start filing out. But daddy dearest isn't done.
His hand lands on my shoulder. His claws damn near draw blood. I refuse to show any reaction to that.
"That's the third time this week I've caught you distracted," he says, voice low. "Your future position-"
"Requires my full attention, I know." My tail lashes once before I force it still. "I've only memorized the entire quarterly report, analyzed six competitor profiles, and maintained perfect grades. Clearly, however, I'm slacking because I looked at my phone once."
Jun's waiting in the lobby, another trust fund baby in a pressed suit.
His perfectly styled hair and manicured nails scream old money, but his eyes have all the passion of an Excel spreadsheet. He barely glances up as I approach, even though my hips are doing that thing that used to make him lose his mind. Used to. Doesn't quite work anymore, for some reason.
I don't really care, though. I need some sugar.
"Hey, baby," I purr, leaning in for a kiss. He turns his head, my black lipstick landing on his cheek.
[Wow. Really?]
He notices my confusion, though.
"You'll smudge it," he says, already wiping away my mark like it offends him. His eyes don't even drift to where my top's slipped. "The Sonoha meeting starts in twenty."
"I have class."
"Skip it. This is more important for your future."
My ears flatten again as I swallow a fucking scream.
[Do I have two dads or something???]
But whatever. I follow him anyway, like the good little heir I'm supposed to be.
When I catch my own reflection in the sleek walls as we walk, though, it's like a punch to the gut. My eyeliner, my black hair falling in waves that took two hours to look effortless, a body that could stop traffic...
And still, I'm fucking invisible.
My phone buzzes. Another notification about Akari's podcast going viral.
[Must be nice,] I think, my tail curling tight with something between envy and want, heat pooling somewhere much lower than my pride. [Being that free.]
Morning sun hits my face as we step outside, making me squint behind my thick lashes.
Crescent Moon's towers loom in the distance, and somewhere in those halls, a gyaru with pink eyes and absolute audacity is probably making everyone's lives more interesting.
[At least someone gets to live out loud.]
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My platforms click against the marble floors as I slip into Sato's classroom. Two classes missed already. Daddy dearest would probably call that "prioritizing appropriately."
[Fuck that noise.]
"Well, well~ Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence."
[Of course she's here.]
That playful lilt in Akari's voice makes my ears twitch every damn time.
The gyaru's sprawled in her usual seat like she owns it, that uniform even more scandalous than this morning. I can see her panties clear as day, that insane bulge she's packing on full display like she doesn't give a single fuck.
Those pink eyes sparkle with mischief as I slide into the seat beside her.
"Some of us have responsibilities," I mutter, pulling out my textbook. "By the way, I saw that podcast episode of yours."
Her eyes light up like fucking Christmas.
"Oh? And what did my favorite goth queen think?"
"That you're going to give half the faculty heart attacks. Not that I'd mind that. Would definitely be entertaining."
"Aw, you admit I'm entertaining?" She leans closer. Her perfume hits me - something sweet and expensive that makes my sensitive nose twitch and my dick stir. "Careful baby, or people might think you actually like me."
"Yes, I think you're entertaining. That's a very low bar to clear."
But I can't keep the amusement from my voice, and I hate that.
"Still, progress." Her hand brushes my thigh, light enough to seem accidental. "Speaking of which, that fishnet top is doing things to me, gorgeous."
Heat crawls up my neck.
Really? She's the first one to notice my titty popping out? Really???
And then it hits me. She's talking like she wants to get under my skirt, but...
Does she even realize?
[Ah, maybe she's not aware.]
"You do realize we're both..."
"Both what?" She tilts her head, genuine confusion crossing those perfect features.
"Futanari," I whisper, my ears flattening. "In polite society, we're not supposed to... you know. With each other."
My throat tightens a bit. Here in New Tokyo, futanari come with expectations. We're supposed to be dominant. On top. Preferably with some submissive partner who doesn't pack what we're packing. Two futanari together? That's like mixing oil and water.
[At least, that's what they drill into our heads.]
Akari blinks. Then she laughs, loud enough to draw stares that I feel burning into my skin.
"Baby, do I look like I give a single fuck about what 'polite society' thinks?" She stretches, deliberately showing off everything she's got. "If I like someone, I like them. Dick, no dick, both having dicks. I don't give a fuck."
I just blink, stunned. There's no subtle look away. No shake in her voice. No hesitation. She means every single word, and she's staring at me like this is common sense.
Maybe, to other people, it is.
"Some of us don't have that luxury," I say quietly. Jun's face flashes through my mind. Board meetings. Father's expectations. Companies and finances and marketing and-
Something softens in her expression.
"I think everyone has that luxury. Some people just haven't realized it yet."
Sato shuffles in before I can respond, already droning about magical theory. But her words echo in my head, mixing dangerously with that sweet, sweet perfume of hers.
My phone buzzes. Probably Jun asking why I'm not at the next meeting like a good little heir.
[Everyone has that luxury? Is that right?]
My tail curls tight around my chair leg.
[Must be nice to believe that.]
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
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