"Fuck yes, finally."
I'm sprawled across my beat-up couch in nothing but this oversized t-shirt that barely covers my ass, paying no attention to the AC that's probably never gonna turn on again.
[Home sweet broke-ass home.]
The half-eaten convenience store ramen on my cluttered coffee table is probably getting cold, but who cares? The weekend is finally here, and this bitch is absolutely ready to decompress.
My phone buzzes, making that little charm Haruka got me (it's pink and says "Bad Bitch Aura") jingle against the case. I get a notification from ManaGram.
[Probably another thirst comment about those uniform pics I posted. Can't blame them though - my tits looked a~ma~zing.]
Nope. This is different.
Some verified mage influencer - @MagicMikeXXL - just tagged me in a post:
"Yo who else wants to see the infamous S-Class gyaru @AkariTheQueen on my podcast?? 👀✨ Hit that like button if you wanna see this baddie spill some tea about Crescent Moon's magic scene! 🔥"
[Oh? OH?]
I blink at my screen, watching the likes roll in by the thousands. The comments section is going absolutely feral, people begging me to do it like I'm some kind of magical celebrity.
[Well shit, look who's really getting noticed~]
Grinning, I adjust my position until my tits look absolutely perfect in that classic selfie angle. My nipples are hard against the thin fabric of my shirt, and honestly? That just makes it hotter. I snap a quick pic - nothing too high effort, but with boobs like these, who needs to try hard?
"Might fuck around and tell some stories 😘" I post in response, adding a few sparkles.
Soon, my phone basically explodes with notifications.
I scroll through the responses, my grin getting wider with each desperate plea and thirsty comment.
[Damn, these people are THIRSTY. But like... same though?]
"Do it, DO IT!"
"god your hot..."
"I'd love to see this collab tbh"
"Can you suffocate me with those?"
It's honestly pretty funny.
"You know what?" I mumble to myself, already typing out a DM to @MagicMikeXXL while my other hand absently palms my cock through my panties. "Let's give the people what they want."
Maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what I need to start making some real waves.
[Watch out, Crescent Moon. Your favorite gyaru's about to go viral~]
I hit send on the DM, then stretch out on my couch like the queen I am. Tiny-ass apartment aside, cold ramen aside, I feel kinda unstoppable.
After all, what was the point of being an S-Class baddie if you couldn't show off a little?
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[This studio is bougie as FUCK.]
I settle into this plush leather chair, crossing my legs carefully. My outfit today? Absolutely calculated. Crop top under an unzipped bomber jacket, pleated miniskirt that rides up just right, and thigh-high socks with my favorite platform boots.
I mean, the whole fit probably costs less than one camera in here, but whatever. I make it look expensive.
Magic Mike (real name Masashi, apparently) sits across from me, his hair is so shiny it's practically blinding under these fancy-ass lights. His whole setup is screaming "new money trying to look old money". All chrome and glass and random artifacts in display cases. That sorta thing.
"Alright, we're live in 3... 2..." Some producer counts down.
[Show time, baby.]
"What's gooooooood, Spellcast Nation!" Mike's voice booms through the space like he's trying to wake the dead. "We've got a special treat today - the gyaru who's been turning Crescent Moon upside down, the S-Class sensation herself, Akari Nakamura!"
"Heyyy~" I throw up a peace sign, making sure the cameras catch my good side (which is all of them, of course).
"So, Akari, everyone's dying to know - how does it feel being the first S-Class mage in decades?"
"Honestly?" I grin, adjusting my jacket so my puppies look perfect. "It feels right. Like, I knew I was gonna kill it when I first got the A.A.T., but yeah. Good to have the validation, I guess."
Mike laughs, and I can tell he's living for this.
"That confidence! I like it. But for real, where does that kind of talent come from? Your family line must be incredible."
[Yeah... Nah.]
"Ah, well... Not really." I lean back, trying to get more comfy than I feel. "See, that's the thing. Magic just... works for me? Like, you know how some people are just naturally good at stuff? It's like that, but with spells."
He raises a brow.
"That's it? Just natural talent? No secret training regimen? No perfect, passed-down genes?"
"Nah, unless you count time spent putting makeup on in the bathroom mirror." I wink at the nearest camera, making sure to flutter my lashes. "Real talk though, magic's always just clicked. First time I tried a spell, it was like... like riding a bike. And it's always felt like that."
"Amazing. And your family must be so proud-"
"Yeah, they are." My smile flickers just a bit. "They're cool and everything. Though, uh... we were mad close when I was younger. But since I moved out... I dunno. Life gets busy, you know?"
[Plus Dad's whole "make us proud" thing got real old real quick about the thirteenth time he sent that to me.]
"Wow. Must be difficult, balancing family expectations with your new celebrity status."
"Celebrity?" I laugh, loud and genuine. "Please, I can barely afford cup ramen. But speaking of expectations..." I lean forward, letting my pink eyes do that thing they do. "Can we talk about how stuck up Crescent Moon is? Like, why's everyone gotta be so proper all the time?"
Mike's eyes light up like I just offered him pure gold.
"Oh? Tell us more!"
"First day, right? I walk in looking cute as hell, and these professors act like I committed a crime because my skirt's a little short. Meanwhile, they're out here acting like having style and being good at magic can't go together."
"And what do you say to that?"
"I say watch me." My grin gets sharp, and I see Mike lean back just a little. "What? You're telling me just cause I'm a mage I can't put these girls out there for the world to see?" I bounce my tits twice for emphasis, loving how flustered the camera guys get. "You're tellin' me just cause I'm a mage I can't make out with my bestie when I'm bored? Fuck that. Fuck that noise."
I lean forward, my voice dropping lower.
"I'm gonna show them you don't need to dress like a librarian to be powerful. Like, what the fuck's the correlation? Show me the math. Show me where it says I gotta button up my shirt to cast a spell correctly. Show me where it says likin' a good make-out sesh every now and then's gonna make my magic worse. Nah, my magic's just as good in platforms as it is in proper shoes - actually, it's better, 'cause at least I look hot while I'm casting."
I let the energy drop for a second, pausing, to let them see what's underneath everything.
This bad bitch is made of steel.
"And that's what scares them, you know? That's what really gets under their skin. Not just that I'm powerful - but that I'm powerful while being exactly who I am. That's what they can't handle. So yeah," I sit back, my smile returning but sharper now, dangerous. "Watch me. Watch me real close. 'Cause I'm about to show everyone exactly what an S-Class baddie can do."
That gets a genuine applause from Mike.
"DAMN! Okay, okay! You uh, got any specific plans to shake things up?"
"Well..." I pretend to think, tapping my perfectly manicured nail against my lip. "There's this little thing called the Arcane Symposium coming up? Let's just say, I'm not gonna be off that list for long, baby."
I wink at the camera, imagining Miyuki blushing as she looks back at me.
[Yeah, I'm comin' for you, bitch.]
"Ooh, exclusive tea! And speaking of watching..." Mike wiggles his eyebrows. "Your ManaGram following has exploded since you started at Crescent Moon. How are you handling all the attention? Any special someone in your life missing you already?"
[Oh, if they only knew about me and Haruka...]
"A lady never kisses and tells," I say with a wink. "But let's just say I keep myself... entertained."
The interview continues, Mike trying to dig for more drama while I carefully balance between giving the tea and keeping some mystery. By the time we wrap up, my ManaGram followers have doubled.
"That was perfect," Mike says as the cameras power down. "You're a natural at this."
"Thanks babe." I stand, stretching until my crop top rides up. "This was fun, but I got a date with some instant noodles calling my name."
Walking out of the studio, my phone's already blowing up. Haruka's sent about fifty exclamation points followed by "YOU ATE THAT UP BESTIE!!!"
[Yeah,] I think, grinning. [I kinda did, didn't I?]
But in the back of my head, I know though. Talking about it is one thing. Now? Now I gotta back all this up.
And bitch? I'm so ready.
And here you have it, Akari's mission statement! Yeah, this is basically what this whole novel is going to be about.