Talent is a funny thing.

It doesn't discriminate. It doesn't pick favorites. There's no get-rich-quick way to get it. Even if your parents have it, they can't give it to you, and it doesn't matter how much you beg and pray, it will never just fall out of the fuckin' sky.

You either have it or you don't. Simple as that.

And, me? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've got it.

"Reina," my father says, rolling down his window. The driver up front is basically a statue, waiting for him to say the word so he can drive off. "Remember, conduct yourself with propriety. You are rep-"

"Representing the family," I cut him off. "Yeah, yeah, I fuckin' know already."

"… And watch your tone." He starts to roll his window up. "Kuro."

And, with that, the driver (yes, his name is Kuro), instantly sped off. I stand there, watching the limo move away, leaving me behind with nothing but my platforms, a letter, and my bookbag lazily thrown over one shoulder.

I turn back around and, there it is. Crescent Moon University, the pride of New Tokyo's sorcery scene, looms up ahead.

Even from the outside, this place reeks of old money. Towering spires, ivy-covered brick walls, a line of marble stretching from where I stand all the way to the university's massive front doors. It all basically screams "everyone here is either loaded or a prodigy, or both."

I fall into the "both" category.

The envelope in my hand is slightly crumpled. At some point, I'd seemingly squeezed the life out of it. As I walk forward, I get tons of eyes on me. It's only natural. Sure, I'm wearing the same pleated skirt and collared shirt as everyone else, but that's where our outfits' similarities end.

On top of that, I've got fishnet stockings on, thick eyeliner, a black jacket, and painted nails of the same color. It all goes beautifully with my black cat-like ears and cat-like tail.

Yeah, as a feynal, I have those. Looking around, I can't spot many other feynals around me. I guess that's just another thing pushing me into a separate box than everyone else. And, to be honest? Good. Fuck that.

I am not here to make friends.

… Well, if I'm being honest I wouldn't want to be here at all, but whatever.

Anyway, I spot a bunch of students loitering around outside. They're probably all pissing themselves. It's the first day of the first term of a lot of these people's first year. They could lose track of their dicks if they looked away from it long enough. Right now, I'm going out of my way to make sure I'm not showing the same energy.

Sure, I'm a first-year too, but I'd like to think that fact is outweighed by my family status.

I make my way over to the Orientation Hall. Or, at least, I try to. There are so many chandeliers, crystals on the walls, and mannequins that would probably come to life if people committed crimes nearby, that I do end up running in circles a little just taking it all in. It is, admittedly, overwhelming.

Eventually, I arrive at the right place. Yep, that old-money feel is even stronger here. This room is huge, with arcane sigils decorating the walls like graffiti and a sea of marble beneath my feet.

A voice drifts to my ears.

"Did you hear? The city's S-Class mage is attending school today!" A student said that. They sounded hushed but excited.

My cat-like ears perk up a little.

I sort of… let myself wander a little, coincidentally moving closer. I'm a little curious, sure. I'd heard about this girl, after all. I mean, who hadn't?

Another voice joins in, this one a bit louder.

"No way! What was her name again… Akari? You mean she's gonna be a first-year too???"

"Yeah, yeah! And, I heard she absolutely DESTROYED the Arcane Assessment Test. The council's calling her our 'generational prodigy' or something."

I sigh quietly.

[Yep, that sure does sound like the first S-Class in decades,] I think as I sit down on one of the plush, blood-red chairs, crossing one leg over the other.

"Shit, that's crazy…" The other voice drifts off. "Do you think she's, like, strong-strong?"

"Uhhh, obviously! She's literally S-Class."

"Have you actually seen what she looks like?" A third student says that.

"Gosh, I hope she's like, a total dommy mommy."

"Nah, apparently, she's like…" The student pauses. "Different? I dunno, I haven't seen her, but I heard a lot about how she's, like… Inappropriate?"

"A rebel?"

"Apparently."

Different.

Now, THAT gets me curious. Talent is talent. It doesn't matter that she's S-Class; all that means is I'm gonna have to work a tiny bit harder to get better marks than her on tests. But…

[… She's different?] I tilt my head a little. [I kinda wanna see that.]

I spend the next hour watching rich kids fill up this massive-ass room like it's some kind of designer store sale.

Every single one of them's got that same energy. Old money, proper posture, and sticks so far up their asses they could probably taste wood.

Not that I'm paying much attention to them. My mind keeps drifting back to what those students said earlier.

[S-Class… What is she like?]

Finally, the professors start filing in. They're… not quite what I expect. Sure, you have your old guys with thick beards, but some are young, and some are both young AND women, to my complete and utter shock.

Each one's got robes that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe (and trust me, that's saying something).

This one, ancient-looking dude takes the stage. Chancellor something-or-other. He starts going on about "expectations" and "maintaining our prestigious legacy" and blah blah fucking blah. I sink deeper into my chair, my tail wrapping around my waist out of pure boredom.

Until…

"And now," the old guy says, his voice practically trembling with excitement, "I'd like to introduce our newest prodigy. The first S-Class mage to grace our halls in decades. Miss Nakamura, please join us on stage."

The whole room goes dead silent. Every head turns toward the side entrance.

And…

[Holy shit.]

I smile.

This girl struts out like she owns the place. But it's HOW she struts that gets me, and what she's strutting in. Platform heels that could kill a man. Skirt hiked up to show thick, creamy thighs. Top buttons undone to show some serious cleavage. Her hair's bleached blonde and styled to perfection, decorated cute clips. She's got pink contacts, perfect makeup, and more jewelry than a boutique display.

Some of the professors look like they're about to have a heart attack.

[No fucking way,] I think, sitting up straight for the first time since I got here.

She gets to the mic, and…

"Ayyo??? Nice to meet y'all! Name's Akari Nakamura, and I'm your S-Class Mage, baby!" She whips out this paper - her A.A.T. results - and waves it around like a victory flag.

The room explodes into whispers. I can practically hear pearls being clutched. Some of these stuck-up bitches look like they're about to faint.

But me? A slow grin spreads across my face.

[Well,] I think, leaning forward to get a better look, [maybe this year won't be boring after all.]

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A few warnings!

1. This is a smut novel. It's going to take some time to get to the smut, but once it starts it's not really gonna stop much.

(More specifically, this is a futa x futa and futa x female smut novel, just saying)

2. CW: Problematic stuff here and there. Just as an example, there's one scene where a girl gives her professor some head as part of a deal and one scene where our main girl's BFF casually kisses her mom. That sort of thing. 

Anyway, yeah. Enjoy!