บท 20: Victory Lap

{Akari}

"Bitch, we hit a million views!"

I'm sprawled across my beat-up bed, phone in one hand while the other scrolls through an endless stream of ManaGram notifications. My hair's still damp against my neck, and these cute AF strawberry-print pajamas are riding up my thighs in all the right ways.

"No fuggin' way!" Haruka's voice hits different at this hour, all low and intimate. "Send me the link!"

"Already did, babe." I can't help grinning as I watch those numbers climb. "But like... I'm kinda stressed about this Symposium thing now."

"Why? We literally just proved you're the baddest bitch in school."

"Yeah, but..." I bite my lip, pulling up my student portal while trying not to chip this fresh manicure. "Have you actually looked at the participant list?"

"Nah, I was too busy getting railed earlier." Her laugh goes straight to my dick, because of course it does.