{Reina}
I check my reflection one last time, adjusting the collar of my uniform to hide the fresh hickey Akari left last night.
[Though honestly, why bother? The whole internet's seen worse.]
My phone buzzes - another ManaGram notification. Probably another comment on that video of me and Akari in the library. Or maybe the one from the student council room. Or the conference room. Or...
[When did I become such a slut?]
The thought makes me smile, which is new. Used to be I'd die of shame at even thinking such things. Now? Now I wear my "corruption" like a badge of honor.
I head downstairs, my platforms clicking against marble floors that probably cost more than Akari's entire apartment building. The sound echoes through our mansion's hollow halls, bouncing off portraits of proper Miyamoto ancestors who would absolutely die (again) if they knew what their precious heir was up to these days.