[Well... that was a whole thing.]
I barely make it off stage before Haruka tackles me, those perfect tits squishing against mine as she squeals.
"BABY!" She's literally bouncing, which is doing dangerous things to my already worked-up state. "That was so fucking hot! The way you just- and then she- and you were all like-"
"Breathe, babe," I laugh, but I squeeze her right back.
The crowd's still buzzing, but most phones are pointed at where Miyuki disappeared. Already seeing ManaGram notifications pop up on my phone.
"Well," Professor Chen's voice cuts through the chaos. She's standing at the judge's podium, looking like someone force-fed her a lemon. "That was... certainly a unique approach to traditional combat magic."
[Translation: You didn't fail like we thought you would and I'm mad about it.]
"The judges will convene to determine the overall symposium rankings. Results will be announced in one hour."
[One whole hour?]
