The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 67: Rising Star, Part Twenty-One

{Akari}

The crowd’s going absolutely wild. Phones are out everywhere, probably hoping to catch the next viral moment.

[Oh, this is gonna be FUN.]

The light flares and holy shit, I look good. Like, I knew I was serving premier looks today but seeing myself from this angle? The way my uniform hugs these curves? The perfect bounce of these tits?

[Goddamn, even fake me looks great.] I shake my head. [Okay no, focus up! I mean... I should definitely ask later if they can let me borrow this tech or something, but right now, I’m here to fight!]

And, without further ado...

"BEGIN!"

My copy doesn’t waste time.

One second she’s across the platform, the next-

"N-NANI!?!?"

WHOOSH!

She disappears!

[SHE’S FAST!]

I barely dodge as she appears right in front of me, those pink eyes glowing with power. Her fist passes so close to my face I can smell my own perfume. But, I manage to dodge just quickly enough to not be knocked out.

"MASAKA!" I yelp as she blinks behind me, my platforms barely keeping me balanced as I spin away from another attack.

The crowd’s losing their minds. Can’t blame them. Watching two thicc gyaru queens going at it? That’s premium content right there.

[But like... this is actually kinda awesome?]

My copy’s movements are perfect - every spell exactly how I’d cast it, every strike exactly where it would hurt most. She’s basically everything I can do turned up to eleven.

"S-Sugoi..." I can’t help but grin as we dance across the platform, magic crackling between us. "Is this what I look like when I fight? No wonder everyone’s always staring at my tits!"

My copy actually smirks back, those pink eyes sparkling with the same excitement I’m feeling. Because like, how often do you get to see yourself go all out?

[This is gonna be one hell of a show...]

"Come on bitch, let’s do this!" I yell out.

She launches into my a combo, blue light trailing from her hands as she unleashes a barrage of blasts in my direction.

[Oh yeah?]

One is about to hit me. I disperse it with my hand. Another one approaches, I do the same. Soon, I’m dispersing each and every single spell that’s about to touch me. To the audience, it probably looks like I’m literally just slapping these spells away.

The crowd’s absolutely losing it. Phones are out everywhere, probably already posting about the S-Class gyaru twins putting on this anime-as-fuck performance.

[But the real question is...]

My copy’s eyes narrow as we break apart, both of us panting and grinning like idiots.

[What happens when an unstoppable gyaru meets an immovable gyaru?]

Only one way to find out.

My copy opens her mouth to yell, though no sound comes out. I launch into a compressed, focused beam, aimed right at her.

Our next spells clash in the center of the platform, lighting up the whole arena. My copy’s raw power matches mine exactly - every blast met with a perfect dispersal, every move countered perfectly.

[Damn, she really does know everything I can do, huh?]

We break apart, both breathing hard.

[Oh man, this is already making me break a sweat.]

My uniform’s sticking to me in all the right places, and from the way phones are clicking in the audience, I’m definitely giving everyone their money’s worth.

"That all you got?" I taunt, even though like, I’m basically taunting myself. My copy just grins, those pink eyes glowing with power as she launches another barrage of spells.

[Think, Akari, think!]

I disperse three blasts in quick succession, my platforms clicking against marble as I dance away from two more. The crowd’s going absolutely wild, probably getting amazing shots of my skirt flying up.

But this isn’t working. We’re too evenly matched. She knows every trick, every technique, every little thing that makes me special.

[What would make ME lose?]

Another exchange, another stalemate. My copy’s grinning like she knows something I don’t, which is weird because like... she’s me. We’re supposed to know the same things.

[Wait...]

That’s when it hits me.

I smirk.

[Maybe I shouldn’t be waiting, actually.]

Holy shit, how did I not realize this sooner?

What’s the one thing that always throws me off my game? What had me fucking up spells in class when Reina bent over to pick up her pencil? What made me miss half my attacks against that Honda girl ’cause her tits were bouncing just right?

[Being thirsty as FUCK! Of course!]

Another exchange of spells lights up the arena. My copy’s still moving like she’s in some high-budget anime fight scene, platforms clicking against marble as she launches spell after spell.

[And if she’s me... then she’s probably already half-hard just from how good we both look. So, this shouldn’t be too hard.]

"Damn baby," I call out, dispersing her next attack with a theatrical flip of my hair. "Those legs though!"

[This thing can hear me, right?]

My copy actually stumbles mid-cast, those pink eyes going wide.

[Guess that’s a "yes"!]

Yeah, that’s right. I know exactly how weak we are for pretty girls flirting with us. Hell, I got distracted during the dance round just from watching my own reflection!

She recovers quick though, sending a massive blast my way. I catch it, dispersing the magic around me. I only noticed this just now, but it’s actually pretty easy to do, since it’s already my own mana being thrown back at me. Of course, that means it’s easy for her to disperse my magic too.

[All these camera flashes... Perfect backdrop for what comes next...]

"You know," I purr, making sure my uniform rides up just right as I dodge another spell. "I’ve always wondered what I taste like~"

The blast she throws goes completely wide, nearly hitting some teachers in the audience. Her face is red as hell now, probably matching mine whenever Reina’s tail brushes against my leg.

[Time to turn it up...]

I start moving different - less fighting, more dancing. Rolling my hips with every step, letting my tits bounce just right. My copy’s trying to keep up but I can see her struggling to focus. Just like I would.

"Those platforms make your ass look amazing," I continue, catching and dispersing her increasingly sloppy attacks. "And the way your uniform hugs those curves? Fuck baby, no wonder everyone wants to rail us!"

The crowd’s losing their minds. Phones are out everywhere, probably already uploading clips of the S-Class gyaru twins getting real friendly. Behind me, I hear Haruka yell "KISS HER!" because of course she does.

My copy launches another combo but her heart’s not in it anymore. Her eyes keep dropping to my lips, to my chest, to the way my skirt’s riding up. I can see her dick making a tent in her skirt - same as mine.

[One last push...]

"Want me to show you what else these platforms are good for?" I wink, stepping closer. "Maybe recreate what I did with Naomi in that bathroom? I bet you’d look so pretty on your knees~"

That does it. Her next spell goes wild, completely missing me as she tries to hide how worked up she is. But I know that look in her eyes - it’s the same one I get right before I do something really stupid and gay.

We clash in the center of the platform, hands locked together in that classic anime power struggle. Magic crackles between us, making our uniforms ride up even more. From this close, I can smell my own perfume, see my own lip gloss, feel how hard we both are.

[Time to finish this...]

"Hey," I whisper, close enough that our lips brush. "Wanna know exactly what I did with Naomi? How good her tight pussy felt around my cock? How she begged me to fill her up?"

Her eyes go wide, grip loosening just enough. That’s all I need.

I crash our lips together, shoving my tongue into her mouth.

She moans soundlessly as I kiss her like I’ve been dying to kiss myself. Our magic surges together as I pour everything into this moment - all my power, all my need, everything that makes me ME.

My copy melts completely, forgetting about the fight just like I would. Just like I DID with Naomi earlier. Her hands leave mine to grab my ass instead, pulling me closer as we make out like the horny disasters we are.

[Gotcha.]

With one final surge of power through our connected lips, I send her stumbling backward. Those platforms - the same ones that always trip me up when I’m too turned on to walk straight - catch on the ground.

She falls, dissolving into pink sparkles that match her flushed cheeks.

"VICTOR - AKARI NAKAMURA!"

[Guess I really can kiss my own ass goodbye~]

The crowd absolutely erupts. Pretty sure I just heard Professor Zhang yell "THAT’S MY GIRL!" while Chen has an aneurysm next to her.

[Well,] I think as I strut back to my team, adjusting my uniform and my semi, [at least everyone got their money’s worth.]