The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 94: Arcane Jungle, Part Twenty-One

The instant the ref says "BEGIN!", Svetlana’s magic explodes outward like a fucking blizzard. The air temperature drops so fast my nipples could cut glass, and I’m not even being horny about it.

[Holy shit, is this what another S-Class feels like?]

I throw up a barrier just in time to catch a wave of ice spears that would’ve turned me into a gyaru pincushion. The impact rattles my teeth, sends vibrations all the way down to my platforms.

"What’s wrong, little gyaru?" Svetlana’s voice cuts through the chaos like a frozen knife. "Where is all that confidence now?"

[Bitch, I’ll show you confidence!]

That’s right. She’s an S-Class, but so am I!

I push back with my own mana, a blast of blue launching forward as I try to match her energy. It’s like arm wrestling a fucking glacier.

Her little mask of satisfaction slips a little as she’s forced to take a step back. But, she turns it up too.

[Okay, okay,] I say to myself. [Don’t let your emotions get the better of you, ’Kari. You’ve forgotten more MMA than most people have watched. You can do this. Just... be tactical.]

As much as I’d like to do that, Svetlana changes strategies and I’m left trying to figure out her plan as Ice crystals form in the air around us. To be honest, it’d be pretty if they weren’t, you know, trying to impale me.

"Disappointing," she taunts, gesturing with one perfectly manicured hand. A fresh wave of frost magic surges toward me. "I expected more from the girl who claims to be Japan’s strongest."

[Claims to be? Bitch, you don’t know the half of it!]

I channel more power into my barrier, feeling it strain against her assault. My tits are bouncing with the effort of holding back this much magic, and not in the fun way like when I’m raw-dogging Haruka.

Speaking of Haruka, I can hear her screaming encouragement from the sidelines.

"FUCK HER UP, BABE! SHOW THAT ICE QUEEN WHAT THAT GYARU DICK DO!"

[That’s right, Haru! Give me your energy!]

But I don’t have time to dwell on my bestie’s motivational speech. Svetlana’s not letting up. If anything, she’s pushing harder.

The temperature keeps dropping. My breath comes out in white puffs, and I swear my sweat is turning to ice. Even my platforms are starting to frost over.

[Shit, shit, shit! Is she trying to turn me into a block of ice?]

I try to counter with a blast of pure mana, but she...

... She disperses it.

My eyes widen.

This is the first time I’ve seen a student who’s not me do that.

"Is this truly all you can muster?" She sounds bored now. Actually fucking bored. "Perhaps those test scores were a fluke after all."

My barrier cracks.

Just a little, just at the edges, but it’s enough to make my heart skip a beat.

I’ve never had a barrier crack before. Not once.

[Alright, shit’s real this time, huh?]

I nod to myself.

[Bring it.]

I roll my shoulders back, feeling my uniform shirt strain against my tits. The fabric’s already, uh... Stressed? Feels like one good hit and this thing’s definitely giving up the ghost.

"Alright, Svetlana," I purr, channeling my inner Haruka. I even do that thing with my hips that drives everyone crazy. "Let’s dance."

The crowd’s eating it up. I can hear cameras clicking, whispers spreading like wildfire. Even some of the other international students are leaning forward in their seats.

[That’s right, babies. Watch close.]

I slam my platforms down - and let me tell you, these are my lucky pair. The ones I wore when I aced that entrance exam, when I got my S-Class rating, when I first railed Haruka’s ass. They’ve never failed me yet.

My mana surges out, meeting her ice magic head-on. The collision sends shockwaves through the arena, rattling the barriers protecting the audience, and...

... And I hear fabric ripping.

[Eh?]

"Eh?" The audience echoes my thoughts perfectly.

[... Please tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.] I swallow, already knowing damn well what it was.

A quick glance down confirms my worst fears. My uniform top’s torn clean down the middle, my pink lace bra on full display. It’s one of my favorites too - matches my platforms perfectly.

"Ah," I mutter, watching the last threads of my outfit literally unravel. "Shit."

The crowd goes absolutely feral. I’m talking phones out, cameras flashing, people standing on their seats. And somewhere in the chaos, because OF COURSE she would, I hear Haruka howl:

"WORK IT BABY, FREE THE TITTY!"

I resist the urge to laugh. Like, actually have to bite my lip to keep from giggling.

[Well, to be fair, I’ve posted actual fucking porn on ManaGram. Like, full-on me railing Haru’s ass. Showing my bra is fine, right? Right?]

Fuck it. If I’m gonna put on a show, might as well make it a good one.

I spin away from another ice blast, making sure to add a little extra bounce to the movement. Years of gyaru training means I know exactly how to move to make everything jiggle just right. My skirt flares up with the motion, giving everyone a peek at my matching pink thong.

"Oh, my~" I wink at the crowd.

The cameras are going absolutely batshit now, like paparazzi at a wardrobe malfunction. I swear I can already see these pics trending on ManaGram, in my head.

But, it’s not just about what this is doing to the audience. I can see that, up ahead, the Russian is hating this.

"Such vulgarity," Svetlana sneers. "Is this how Japan’s strongest conducts herself?"

[Oh, you wanna see how Japan’s strongest conducts herself?]

"Honey," I grin, catching her next blast and dispersing it with a flick of my wrist. Two can play at that game.

The move makes my tits bounce again, and I hear at least three phones drop in the audience.

"This is how a bad bitch conducts herself!"

Our magic clashes again, ice versus pure mana. The pressure between us is intense. Reminds me of the feeling of when you’re gonna hate-fuck someone. Like that weird mix between "I want to destroy you" and "I want to rail you".

... Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything. *cough* Lily *cough*

[Focus, Akari! Less thinking about bathroom hookups, more focusing on the fight! You’re really doing it!]

I start gaining ground, pushing her back step by step.

Her perfect composure cracks just a little - I catch a bead of sweat rolling down her neck, see her perfectly styled hair starting to come undone.

[Not so cool now, are you Ice Queen?]

"Impossible," she hisses as I force her closer to the edge of her circle. Her designer uniform’s starting to show wear too, the expensive fabric straining against her movements. "You’re nothing but a crude, classless-"

I cut her off with another mana blast, this one hitting just right to make those designer seams start popping.

Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it? Now, she’s the one showing off her undies!

[Oh? What’s that about being crude and classless? At least my underwear matches!]

The crowd’s losing their minds now. The cameras are going off like strobe lights, and I swear I hear Reina mutter "Oh my god" from the sidelines. Is it just me, or does she sound a little breathless?

But I don’t have time to analyze that particular development, because Svetlana’s face just went from pale to bright red. She takes a deep breath, and suddenly the temperature drops so far my nipples could cut diamonds.

"Very well," she says, her voice dropping to this dangerous purr that actually sends a shiver down my spine. And not just from the cold. "If you insist on making a mockery of this duel... Perhaps it’s time I show you what a REAL S-Class can do."

Her magic flares, and holy shit, it feels like the whole arena just turned into the inside of a freezer. The air itself seems to crystallize, ice forming patterns in the space between us.

[... Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have pissed her off quite so much. But damn if this isn’t getting me a little hot and bothered.]

The first blast nearly takes my head off.

I barely manage to duck, feeling the ice magic whistle past my ear. It freezes my hoop earring solid - the cute heart-shaped one Haruka got me for my birthday.

[Okay, now it’s personal. Nobody fucks with birthday presents!]

Svetlana’s not playing anymore. Her magic comes in waves, each one stronger than the last. Ice spears, frost bolts, magical icicles - it’s like fighting a whole ass winter wonderland.

"What’s wrong, little gyaru?" She taunts, her accent getting thicker with each spell. "No more clever quips?"

I dodge another blast, but the movement makes what’s left of my uniform top finally give up the ghost. The fabric just... disintegrates. I’m covered in literally nothing from the waist up now.

Cameras are machine-gunning at this point.

"NICE TITS!" Someone screams from the crowd.

[Not helpful!]

But I can’t focus on that right now. Svetlana’s pressing her advantage, and I’m running out of room to dodge. My platforms slip on the icy ground, and for a terrifying second, I almost lose my balance.

[Shit, shit, shit!]

A massive ice spike catches me in the shoulder, sending me sprawling. My ass hits the ground hard enough to make my teeth rattle.

"GET UP BABY!" Haruka’s voice cuts through the chaos. "SHOW HER WHAT THAT GYARU MAGIC DO!"

[Trying to, baby. I’m trying to.]

I roll to my feet, channeling mana into my hands. The blue energy crackles around my fingers, making my rings sparkle.

"That all you got, Ice Queen?" I taunt, throwing out a blast of my own. It catches her right in the chest, making her stumble. "Cause honey, I’m just getting warmed up!"

Our magic collides in the center of the arena, creating this absolutely wild light show. Blue mana versus white ice, sparking and crackling like the world’s most dangerous disco ball.

The pressure builds between us, magic grinding against magic. It’s like that moment right before you cum, when everything’s wound up so tight you think you might explode.

The collision finally breaks, sending us both staggering. Svetlana’s designer uniform is in tatters now, showing off some fancy white lingerie that probably costs more than my apartment.

[At least my matching set was on purpose!]

We’re both breathing hard, covered in sweat despite the freezing temperature. My boobies are heaving, her hair’s a mess, and the sexual tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

That’s when I see it. The tiniest opening in her defense.

Instantly, it’s like I feel all my energy coming right back to me.

I gather my mana, condensing it down into a single, needle-thin point.

Svetlana sees me preparing something. Her eyes narrow.

"Whatever you’re planning-" she starts.

I don’t let her finish. The blast shoots out, precise as a surgeon’s fucking scalpel, right at her abdomen. Her eyes go wide as she realizes what’s happening, but it’s too late.

The impact isn’t huge. Doesn’t need to be. It’s just enough to make her stumble backward...

Right out of her circle.

The arena goes dead silent.

Then the ref’s voice booms out:

"WINNER - AKARI NAKAMURA!"

The crowd absolutely loses their shit. It’s like a bomb of noise goes off, everyone screaming and cheering at once.

I’m standing there in my bra and what’s left of my skirt, breathing hard, platforms somehow still perfectly steady on the icy ground.

[Holy fuck. I actually did it.]

"THAT’S MY GIRL!" Haruka’s practically climbing over the barrier to get to me. "YOU FUCKED HER UP SO GOOD!"

I catch Reina’s eye in the crowd. She’s trying to look unimpressed, but I see that little smile she’s fighting.

[Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you princess?]

Svetlana picks herself up off the ground, brushing ice from her ruined uniform. Her perfect mask is cracking, showing something that looks almost like... respect?

"Perhaps," she says quietly, "I underestimated you."

I grin, striking a pose that makes my tits bounce just right.

"Honey, everyone does. That’s what makes proving them wrong so much fun!"