The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 61: Rising Star, Part Fifteen

{Akari}

You ever see someone so hot you wanna fight them AND fuck them? Maybe not, but that’s basically this whole situation right now.

Like, my dick’s confused but it’s definitely paying attention.

We charge at each other like two bulls, my blue magic crackling against her crimson. The first clash nearly blows my skirt clean off but, much to the audience’s disappointment, I don’t have a second wardrobe malfunction.

[... Though let’s be real, after that sex tape? Probably wouldn’t hurt my reputation.]

She follows up instantly, not giving me time to appreciate how good she looks throwing spells around. A barrage of crimson blasts comes at me like machine gun fire, each one humming with enough power to probably turn my tits into toast.

I dodge and weave. She smirks as she watches me.

"Nice footwork!" She calls out, launching another wave. "Most people just try to tank my hits!"

"Most people," I grunt, side-stepping a particularly nasty blast, "don’t have my flexibility!"

Half of this shit, by the way, wouldn’t be possible for me if I wasn’t as naturally powerful. I haven’t spent that long sparring in the gym or anything. I’m just using my mana to empower my movements.

Anyway, her next attack comes in fast and low, that thicc body moving with a surprising amount of grace.

I barely dodge, my platforms giving me just enough lift to avoid getting blasted. The spell passes so close I feel its heat on my thighs.

I counter with my own barrage, blue magic forming into these missile-like projectiles that curve and weave through the air. She handles them like a pro though, her crimson power forming shields that eat my attacks like they’re nothing.

"Not bad, S-Class!" She actually sounds impressed, those perfect tits bouncing as she dodges. "Most people can’t keep up with me!"

"Most people," I say again as I launch another blast that makes her jump back, giving me room to breathe, "don’t have my stamina!"

We trade blows back and forth across the platform, each clash sending sparks of blue and red everywhere. The audience is going nuts, but I can barely hear them over the sound of magic crackling and my own heart pounding.

If I may be honest here for a moment...

This girl is good. Like, REALLY good. Every movement she makes is precise, powerful, and sexy as hell.

Her crimson magic wraps around her like armor, making her look like some kind of war goddess. Meanwhile, my blue power’s crackling all over my body, probably making me look like a gyaru lightning rod.

We clash again, magic exploding between us with enough force to make the platform shake. For a moment we’re face to face, close enough that I can see the sweat glistening on her neck, the way her lips part slightly as she smirks.

She pushes forward, her magic pressing against mine like we’re arm wrestling with pure power. Each surge makes the air between us crackle and pop, sending little shockwaves that make both our uniforms flutter.

"Getting tired?" She taunts, but there’s something playful in her voice. Honestly, she doesn’t sound like a massive bitch, she just sounds like she’s enjoying this.

"You wish!" I push back harder, my blue magic flaring. "I could do this all- shit!"

She suddenly changes the angle of her attack, making me stumble forward. For a split second, our bodies actually press together, and I swear I feel her shiver.

The way she moves, the confidence in every attack... it’s like fighting one of my wet dreams from years ago that can shoot laser beams.

We separate and clash again, this time with enough force to make the nearest platforms shake. The Honda Guild members watching from the sidelines actually have to grab onto something to stay steady.

She must notice how... affected I am by all this, because her smirk gets even wider. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and I nearly forget we’re in the middle of a fight.

"This has been fun and all," she purrs, her magic starting to glow even brighter, crimson power swirling around her like she’s about to go super saiyan, "but I have to win now~"

[... Oh shit.] I pause. [Too bad you have no clue what your position in this fight actually is. Bummer.]

See, while she’s been busy making my dick confused with all that sexy combat energy, I’ve actually been studying her.

Every move, every spell, every time those perfect tits bounce when she launches an attack - I’ve been counting the seconds.

Specifically, I’ve been trying to get her timing down, to the point where I could pinpoint the exact moment her spells are going to hit me.

The redhead’s magic builds around her like it has been all this time. Her uniform’s barely holding together, sweat making it cling to every curve.

[No, no, no, Akari, really, focus up! You’re in the final moments now. You can thirst over her later.]

"Any last words, gyaru?" She grins, power crackling around her thicc frame.

[Last words? Well, that’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it?]

"Yeah," I gather my own magic, blue energy swirling around my platforms. "Nice tits!"

She actually laughs at that, which makes certain parts of her bounce in ways that make staying focused kind of difficult.

[One...]

Her magic reaches its peak, crimson light practically blinding as she pulls her arm back for the final blow.

[Two...]

"It’s been fun," she winks, "but time to end this!"

[THREE!]

Her attack comes in like a fucking meteor. Pure crimson destruction aimed right at my chest. The kind of spell that could probably turn my gyaru ass into modern art.

But I’ve been waiting for this.

The moment her magic reaches my palm, I let my own power flow into it. Just like I’d practiced with Zhang before.

Reach in, grab the mana, so to speak, and...

[Yoink!]

The spell literally dissolves into nothing, blue sparkles scattering like I just turned her ultimate attack into a magic show finale.

"What the-" Her eyes go wide, that perfect mouth of hers dropping open in shock.

[My turn, gorgeous~]

Before she can recover, I launch my own attack - all that power I’ve been saving up compressed into one perfect "fuck you" blast of my own. Blue magic streaks between us like lightning.

She tries to dodge but I’ve got her timing down pat. The spell catches her right in those magnificent tits, sending her flying off the platform with an expression that’s half shock, half arousal.

"NAOMI YAMAMOTO IS OUT! CRESCENT MOON WINS!"

[So THAT’S her name!]

The barrier catches her before she hits ground level, but her pride? That’s gonna need some serious healing magic.

And... Yeah, I win.

The crowd’s going absolutely wild. Like, even Chen’s clapping... even though she looks like it physically pains her to do so.

But, she kinda has to, right? This is a pretty big moment. Not just for me, but for Crescent Moon.

[So, two out of three stages go to Crescent Moon,] I smile as I wave to the audience, my gaze briefly settling on Chen, Sato, and also Shion Honda. [Eat your heart out, you crusty old bats.]

But I can’t focus on my adoring fans right now. Gotta make sure I didn’t actually hurt the walking wet dream I just launched into orbit or whatever.

"You good down there?" I hop down to where Naomi’s sitting, my platforms clicking against the magical barrier floor. "I tried not to aim for anything too... valuable."

And holy SHIT does she have some valuable assets. Her uniform’s basically given up at this point, clinging to her curves like it’s afraid to let go. That undercut’s all messed up in a way that’s doing things to me, and don’t even get me started on how she’s sprawled out looking like a whole snack.

But instead of being pissed about losing, she just... grins?

"That was amazing!" She actually bounces a little as she sits up, which makes certain parts of her bounce too and my dick’s definitely paying attention. "I didn’t know you could disperse spells like that! What the heck!?"

[Oh my god, she’s hot AND she’s sweet?]

My heart legit kinda skips a beat.

"I mean," I try to play it cool even though my face is probably redder than her magic right now, "you’re not so bad yourself. Those attacks were-"

"Check your ManaGram," she interrupts, pulling out her phone with a wink.

A wink?

Why is she winking?

Still, I do and... oh.

OH.

The first message is her phone number. Personal phone number, not the business contact people put on ManaGram.

The others...

[NaomiYama🔥]: third floor bathroom in 15? 😘

[NaomiYama🔥]: unless you’re too tired from our "fight" 😈

Before I can process that my brain’s basically short-circuiting, she stands up, pressing way closer than necessary. Her lips brush my cheek and I swear I feel her tongue flick out for just a second.

"Don’t keep me waiting too long, champion~" She whispers.

And then she’s walking away, that perfect ass swaying like she didn’t just turn my whole world sideways.

[... Fuck.]

My phone buzzes again.

[Ruka💕]: DID I JUST SEE THAT RIGHT!?!?

Yes, you did, Haru.

Yes, you did.