The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 65: Rising Star, Part Nineteen

{Lily}

My legs feel like jelly as I step forward.

The amplifier’s still buzzing through my system, making my skin tingle, but a fat lot of good that did against that redheaded bitch. Somehow, even in my powered-up state, she managed to take me down.

[And Akari did the same...]

The inhibitor pill was supposed to work.

I’d planned it perfectly. Seduced her, kissed her, and slipped it between those plump, dick-sucking lips of hers. But somehow that gyaru slut still managed to outshine me during the dance anyway!

[Because of course she did.]

"LILY AMANO!" The announcer’s voice makes me jump. "ARE YOU READY?"

[No. Fuck no.]

But I nod anyway, setting aside the feeling of chills all throughout my body, watching that circle of light form in front of me. The amplifier makes my heart race as my copy steps out, and...

[Oh god. Is that what I look like?]

She’s... perfect.

Everything I try to be. Perfect posture, perfect uniform, perfect smile. The mask I wear every day, reflected back at me in high definition, except being worn by a human being that seems to genuinely believe it. I’m looking into a mirror, and yet I’ve never felt more insecure.

But, that doesn’t matter. The fight is on.

"BEGIN!"

My copy moves first, launching into the standard attack pattern we learned in class. Perfect form, just like Professor Sato taught us. Just like I’ve practiced a thousand times.

[Just like everyone expects.]

I counter automatically, muscle memory taking over.

Our spells clash in a shower of sparks, neither gaining ground. She knows every move I’m going to make because they’re the moves we’re supposed to make.

The moves I spent countless hours trying to get better at, she’s using effortlessly.

My copy presses forward with another perfect combo. Shield, counter, blast. Each spell exactly like I (we?) learned them. No wasted movement, no flashy tricks, just pure, proper magic. Her hair doesn’t even move out of place as she casts, while I can feel sweat running down my back, making my uniform stick to my skin.

The amplifier buzzes through my blood like liquid lightning, making my teeth ache. Every nerve ending’s on fire as my copy’s spells get closer, threading through my defenses like she can read my mind.

[Because she can. Because she IS me. Because she’s everything I pretend to be!]

"Proper form, Miss Amano!" I swear, I can hear Professor Sato’s voice in my head. "You must always maintain control!"

The kind of thing he’d say about both my magic and the way I suck dick.

[And this is the woman who did that?] I think, feeling sweat roll down the back of my neck. [A copy of the same woman who threw away her purity to move up in the world? You’d never know it from looking at her.]

My copy launches another perfect attack sequence, her movements so incredibly precise. I block, counter, and pivot, and it’s funny, because the copy’s making all the same movements at the same speed and level of agility, and yet I see none of the strain I’m feeling show on her face.

[Fuck...] I pause, taking a moment to breathe. [Move, Lily, MOVE!]

Raw magic explodes from my hands. I feel the amplifier pushing mana through me like a shot of pure adrenaline.

For the first time, my copy actually stumbles, those perfect eyes going wide as I charge forward like some back-alley brawler. Her perfect mask cracks just a little, showing the same fear I feel every time I look in the mirror.

That existential fear. The fear that I won’t make it.

I lunge forward and tackle her. Actually tackle her. Like some common street thug.

We hit the ground hard, my hands around her throat while magic crackles between us, making both our uniforms ride up in ways that would get us expelled if anyone could see past the light show.

The copy tries to throw me off. I grit my teeth and keep my hold on her.

[This is the only chance I have to win, right here,] I think. [I need to make it count!]

I push my mana out and force it all outward.

My magic pours into her. I’m, essentially, using a mana blast stream at point blank range. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She tries to push me off, to regain that perfect posture, but I’m beyond caring about proper form now. My knees pin her arms as I just let go, channeling every bit of rage and jealousy and spite that I have into pure, raw power.

Every time I’ve watched Akari succeed, every time I’ve pretended not to stare at her tits, every time I’ve gotten on my knees (which is a lot of times, to be clear). It all comes pouring out.

The crowd gasps. Phones are clicking everywhere. Tomorrow everyone will know how perfect little Lily Amano lost her shit in front of everyone.

[Good. Let them see. Let them all fucking see.]

"AAAAAH!"

The amplifier kicks into overdrive, making my vision blur as I pour everything I have into one final blast. All my frustration at watching Akari succeed, all my anger at never being good enough, all my hatred for this perfect fucking copy of everything I’m supposed to be.

It comes out in a wave of raw power.

And it blows the copy’s fucking head off.

Seriously. The top half of the copy’s head disintegrates and in a blink, I’m straddling a lifeless husk.

I blink, my jaw on the floor as clarity returns to my mind and I see what I just did.

The whole theatre is silent.

The announcer’s voice sparks up.

"Well..." He says, clearing his throat. "Thank God that girl wasn’t real, huh? VICTOR - LILY AMANO!"

The crowd’s going absolutely wild, probably shocked by my little display. I can hear the whispers starting already:

"Did you see-"

"Can’t believe she just-"

"So unladylike-"

"Kinda hot though-"

As I walk back to the line on shaky legs, my uniform sticking to me in all the wrong places, I catch Akari’s surprised look and Reina’s raised eyebrow. And you know what?

I can’t help but smile.

The amplifier buzzes through me again, reminding me that this victory came with chemical help. My nipples are still hard, my pussy’s still throbbing, and tomorrow I’ll probably hate the fact that I lost my cool like this.

But right now?

Now, victory tastes sweet.

I flip my hair at Akari and her little fan club, strutting over to where the student council’s sitting. No need to rejoin the gyaru and her squad; I’ve done my job.

The amplifier’s still singing through my veins, making everything feel sharp and electric and possible.

Miyuki’s eyes are wide as I approach, that perfect posture of hers slipping just a little. Her uniform’s immaculate as always, but I catch the way she shifts in her seat.

"Wow..." she breathes as I get closer. "That was... that was hardcore!"

[You have no idea, princess.]

"I know."

Before I can think better of it, I grab her tie and pull her into a kiss.

Right there, in front of everyone. Her lips are soft and surprised against mine, and I can feel her whole body go rigid with shock.

When I pull back, she’s blushing.

"What..." She clears her throat, trying to regain that student council president composure. "What was that for?"

"I... don’t know," I reply, sitting down and crossing my legs as I take a deep breath. "Kinda got carried away."

[The amplifier’s got me feeling some type of way...]

She opens her mouth, probably to lecture me about proper behavior, but then just shakes her head and sits down next to me, to watch the next match.

I feel the amplifier start to fade as the adrenaline wears off.

[Your move, Akari. Let’s see if you can top THAT performance.]

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{Akari}

[Why is everyone kissing each other?] I think to myself, blinking as I stare over at where Lily is, fairly certain that she just kissed the student prez. [What was in the water this morning?]

I mean, not that I can talk. Pretty sure Naomi’s still got my lip gloss on her thighs and the way her pussy felt around my dick is still fresh in my mind.

But damn, watching Lily absolutely lose her shit was... something else. Girl straight up decapitated her clone! Like, I know they’re magical constructs or whatever, but still. That’s some wild energy from Miss Perfect.

"Next up - YUKI TANAKA!"

Silver-hair struts forward, looking like she just stepped out of an anime about proper magical girls. All pristine uniform and perfect posture. Her copy appears, just as annoyingly perfect.

[This should be interesting...]

But my mind’s already spinning ahead to my own match. My own copy’s gonna know all my tricks - the spell dispersal, the cherry blossom thing, even that new move I’ve been working on with Zhang.

[Plus she’s gonna have my tits, which is definitely gonna be distracting.]