The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 66: Rising Star, Part Twenty

{Reina}

My tail wraps around my waist as I watch Yuki’s fight, trying not to let my nerves show.

It’s no joke what she’s doing up there. Quick movements, carefully controlled projectiles, calculated aggression. Not quite on the same level as in the combat against us, but knowing her own skill set is clearly helping this girl in this fight.

[Dad would love her... Probably wishes his heiress was more like that instead of the disappointment with the nice ass and thick eyeliner.]

"You got this, princess," Akari whispers, her hand brushing against mine.

For some reason, that tiny touch sends shivers up my arm.

Mildly difficult to focus with these two next to me. Haruka’s basically in Akari’s lap now, her back pressed against Akari’s chest as they watch the fight.

I look for something to distract me.

[Maybe he finally texted back...]

I slip my phone out, trying to be subtle. Nope, nothing. The last message sits there like a fucking accusation:

[Me]: Wanna grab dinner after?

[Jun💜]: Read 8:47 AM

Meanwhile, his ManaGram’s full of photos at some business mixer. All these proper girls in proper uniforms, probably with proper boyfriends who actually text back.

[Whatever.]

My thumb hovers over his name before I catch myself. No. I’m not gonna be that girl. Not gonna be the desperate girlfriend begging for attention while my boyfriend’s out there networking with daddy’s friends.

"Mmm, baby," Haruka purrs, adjusting herself in Akari’s lap. "Your dick’s getting hard~"

"Can you blame me?" Akari grins, and I swear she glances my way. "Got two beautiful girls right here..."

"Two?" I put my phone away, raising a brow at her.

"Well, you are in my presence, are you not~?" Akari wriggles her brows at me and I roll my eyes.

At least Yuki’s fight is distracting enough - she’s pushing her copy back now, those silver twintails flying as she executes a perfect three-point strike. It’s like watching a textbook come to life - every move exactly how it’s supposed to be.

[Meanwhile, I can barely remember the basic forms when Akari’s around... Too busy thinking about that post of her and Haruka the other day, where-]

"VICTOR - YUKI TANAKA!"

I shake my head, focusing up again.

The crowd erupts as Yuki’s copy dissolves in a shower of silver sparks. She bows before walking back to her team, not a hair out of place.

[Show off.]

And, of course...

"NEXT UP - REINA MIYAMOTO!"

My ears flatten against my head as my tail tightens around my waist. Akari squeezes my hand suddenly while Haruka gives me a thumbs up, her tits bouncing with the movement.

"Remember what I said about being unpredictable?" Akari’s voice is low.

"Yeah," I manage, trying to pretend to be less nervous than I feel. "Do something they wouldn’t expect..."

"Exactly." She winks. "Show them what happens when the perfect heiress decides to get messy~"

"Yeah, right."

I stand up, smoothing down my uniform.

[Okay, let’s get this show on the road, I guess.]

My platforms click against the ground as I approach the circle. Behind me, I can hear people whispering - probably placing bets on whether I’m gonna lose my shit like Lily did. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The light flares, and suddenly I’m staring at... me.

[... I do look great, at least.]

My copy’s got that perfect heiress posture Dad spent years beating into me. Straight back, chin up, tail curved just so - everything a proper young feynal lady should be. Even got that necklace perfectly centered across her chest.

I take a moment to breathe.

"BEGIN!"

We both step forward, and suddenly it’s like I’m eight years old again, Dad drilling proper form into me while Mom watches from her chair, gin in hand.

"A lady must always maintain control," Dad’s voice echoes in my head as my copy and I circle each other. "Magic is about precision, about perfection."

[Perfection...] That word echoes in my skull. [Could I live up to that?]

My copy might. She launches into a standard opening sequence - the same one I’ve practiced ten thousand times. Forward blast, observe the opponent’s footing, watch for something to shield, counter, and then strike. Just like Daddy taught me.

And, because I know that’s what she’ll do, I’ve got a plan to deal with it.

Kind of.

Maybe.

[Here goes nothing...]

The thing no one seems to get is - we all just got our asses handed to us. Like, literally minutes ago. I can still feel where that Honda girl’s spell hit me, leaving a bruise on my tit that’s probably gonna take days to fade.

So, theoretically...

[All I have to do is find a way to recreate that loss for my copy.]

And the thing is, I know what my copy will do. What my copy’s thinking I’ll deliver. My copy’s expecting perfect form. Expecting me to fight like Daddy’s perfect little princess.

But what if...

[What if I fight like the Honda Guild did against me? Fight her the way that made me lose?]

Everyone’s so focused on winning that they’re forgetting something key here. If this was a written test, then it’s like we just had an answer key shown to us half an hour ago.

So while my copy’s doing that perfect shield-counter-strike combo Daddy spent years drilling into me, I’m gonna do what the Honda Guild did against me. Fight sloppy. Fight messy.

[Time to see how Perfect Me handles getting dirty...]

I charge in wildly, throwing magic around like some back-alley brawler. My copy’s eyes actually widen - probably shocked to see herself acting so unladylike. Her perfect shield goes up, but I slide under it just like that Honda girl did to me.

[That’s right, princess. Let’s see how you handle someone who doesn’t give a fuck about proper form.]

But, the moment that I do...

"Pathetic," I hear Dad’s voice as my copy recovers. "Is this what I raised?"

I flinch.

I had a moment there. I could have landed a hit, I think. But...

[Where the hell did that come from?]

It doesn’t matter. I need to keep going.

I throw spell after spell, each one messier than the last. Raw magic crackles between us as my copy tries to maintain that perfect posture, that perfect form. But I can see it getting to her - the way her tail twitches with annoyance, the way her shields aren’t quite as pristine.

[Just like I was when that Honda bitch caught me off guard...]

Behind my copy, I can see Akari watching. Those pink eyes fixed on me, probably wondering if I’m gonna lose my shit like Lily did. Probably thinking about how much better Haruka looked when she-

[Focus, you horny disaster!]

That moment of distraction costs me. My copy sees the opening and launches into a perfect counter-sequence. Just like the Honda girl did when she caught me simping over Akari’s tits.

[Fuck fuck fuck!]

I try to recover, try to remember how that Honda girl moved, but suddenly all I can think about is Dad’s disappointment. Jun’s left-on-read messages. Akari’s hands all over Haruka while I pretend not to watch.

My foot slips.

[Oh no.]

One mistake. That’s all it takes. Just like in the Honda fight, one moment of insecurity and-

WHAM!

My copy’s spell hits me dead center, sending me flying off the platform. I hear gasps from the crowd as I hit the ground, my skirt flying up to give everyone a nice view of my black lace panties.

[Well... at least I wore the cute ones today.]

"VICTOR - COPY REINA!"

[Great. Even I beat me.]

I pick myself up, trying to maintain some dignity as I adjust my uniform. Then, in a flash, my copy vanishes, leaving me alone with my failure.

[What a fucking disaster.]

"Fuck..." I hiss out. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Slowly, I slither over back to my spot, ears flat against my head.

"NEXT UP..."

[Whatever. At least I tried something new.]

Even if that something new ended with me flat on my ass, giving everyone a panty shot.

[Dad’s gonna be so proud, huh? FUCK!]

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{Akari}

[Damn, look at that thicc queen go...]

Naomi steps up like she owns the place, that perfect ass swaying in a way that has my dick twitching despite how much we just did in that bathroom. Her copy appears and holy SHIT, two of her?

Imagine the kind of double redhead action THAT would provide!

But like, she’s making it hard to focus. The way she moves is pure sex - all fluid grace and raw power. Her copy tries the same moves but Naomi’s clearly practiced this, flowing around those attacks like water.

"She prepared for this," Reina mutters next to me, still looking pissed about her loss. "Look at how she-"

"FINISH HER!" Haruka screams as Naomi literally backflips over her copy’s spell.

Three moves later and it’s over. Naomi’s copy dissolves in a shower of red sparks while the real thing just stands there looking smug. Our eyes meet and she winks.

[Fuuuck. My dick’s definitely noticed that...]

"VICTOR - NAOMI YAMAMOTO!"

The crowd goes wild. Can’t blame them - watching those tits bounce while she fought was worth the price of admission alone.

"FINAL MATCH!" The announcer’s living his best life up there. "AKARI NAKAMURA VS HER COPY!"

[Here we go...]

"You got this baby," Haruka pulls me into a quick kiss that tastes like cherry lip gloss and promise. "Show ’em what that champion dick can do!"

[Not helping the boner situation, babe...]

I stand up, adjusting my skirt to hide my growing problem. We’re tied now - one loss each. Everything rides on this match.

[No pressure or anything...]