Round 8: Magical Girl Transformation Commentary!
Mei-chan suddenly exploded into sparkles.
No warning. No context.
Just a blinding light, glittery music, and the unmistakable silhouette of a girl spinning midair.
The crowd gasped.
"W-WHAT THE—?!" Yuki cried, shielding his eyes.
When the light faded, there stood Mei-chan—in full magical girl getup.
Short pastel frills, flowing ribbons, heart-shaped brooch, a cape, and absolutely zero logic behind how it happened.
"M–Mei-chan?!" Shin gasped. "Where did the clothes come from?! That's... that's anime armor! That dress doesn't even cover your stomach!"
Mei-chan placed one heel up on the bench and struck a hero pose.
"Silence, mortals! For I am—MEI-CHAN: HEART OF JUDGEMENT!"
Everyone stared.
Shin blinked.
Yuki whispered, "I think she's lost it…"
Her magical girl outfit was… criminally revealing.
A skirt so short it was practically a belt. A top so tight and low-cut it looked like it was taped on. Cleavage. Everywhere.
Legs shimmering, midriff glowing, and somehow—somehow—it all sparkled.
The entire male half of the audience erupted.
One boy passed out with a nosebleed.
Another whispered "thank you, novel gods…"
Several phones silently rose in unison.
One guy screamed, "I'M BORN AGAIN!"
Yuki nearly swallowed his tongue.
Aiko audibly gagged.
Shin? He choked on his water.
"W-What is that outfit?! Are you even allowed to wear that at school?!"
Mei-chan flexed. Literally. Arms up. Cleavage out. Skirt swished.
Mei-chan swished her wand (it looked suspiciously like a mop), spun toward the contestants, and pointed.
"Round 7! Contestants must narrate my transformation sequence as if they are live anime commentators! Making Akashi-Kun laugh."
Shin groaned. "Please no…"
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Yuki's Turn:
Yuki gripped an imaginary mic like it was his last line of defense.
"Ahem… W–Witness the rise of a heroine… whose clothes were clearly chosen by a 13-year-old boy with internet access."
Laughter. Even Shin smirked.
"Her magical skirt has no structural integrity. Her top violates dress codes in 47 prefectures. And somehow—somehow—this is still legal?"
The boys in the audience roared.
"Armed with only her mop, high heels, and sheer shamelessness… she twirls into battle, chest-first!"
Shin burst into laughter.
Mei-chan did a sparkly pose with one leg lifted and… too much bounce.
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Aiko's Turn:
Aiko stepped up, eyes narrowed, voice low and dramatic.
"In a world… where fabric is expensive… and bras are optional…"
Crowd: howling
"…One girl dares to fight crime with 5% armor and 95% courage."
"Watch as she launches her ultimate attack: 'Boobquake Beam'—weaponized jiggle physics!"
"Her mop sparkles with justice. Her chest sparkles with… way too much exposure."
Shin was crying with laughter now, hiding his face behind a napkin.
Aiko delivered the final blow:
"With one high kick, she defeats evil—and half the school's moral code."
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Mei-chan posed again, hands on her hips, chest proudly forward.
"Winners: BOTH of you. I have never felt so violated… and so powerful."
Shin was still laughing. "This… this was the wildest thing I've seen all week…"
Yuki muttered, blushing and horrified, "Why did her boobs sparkle?! That's not how magic works…"
Scoreboard: Yuki – 8 | Aiko – 6 | Chaos – 1000
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Round 9: Make Shin Cry
Mei-chan (sparkling from head to toe) twirled again on her seat like she was the main character of this story.
Her "top" was more of a suggestion than a garment, bouncing dangerously every time she gestured. Her skirt was somewhere between illegal and a napkin.
She winked, flexing her thighs and upper arms, striking poses between announcements.
Shin groaned into his hand.
"I didn't know you were into this kind of thing…"
Mei-chan grinned. "Neither did I. But now I can never go back."
Several more nosebleeds happened in the background.
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Yuki's Turn:
He stood nervously, holding a sheet of paper, cheeks pink. Then, he began to speak—softly, slowly.
A poem.
A heartbreaking one.
"When the rain fell,
And I waited alone…
You came, with that silly umbrella
That only covered you.
Still, I stepped under it—
Because I wanted to be near you."
The audience quieted. Even Mei-chan paused mid-thigh flex.
Shin blinked.
"You said I looked cold.
But I was already burning."
Yuki's voice cracked. His hand trembled.
"I'm not special.
I'm not strong.
But even if I'm invisible to the world…
Please don't look away from me."
There was a pause.
Yuki looked up—his eyes watery.
So were Shin's.
But not quite enough. A tear welled up—then stayed stubbornly in the corner of his eye.
"Tch… So close…" Mei-chan muttered, dramatically lifting her leg and pointing her sparkly wand at the scoreboard.
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Aiko's Turn:
She walked up, no script, no paper. Just a quiet expression.
Then she sat on her knees, placed a small plushie down in front of her, and began:
"Once… there was a boy who cried every time his sister got sick. Even if it was a small fever, he'd cry more than she did."
Shin blinked again.
"Every night, he would crawl into her bed, hug her, and whisper, 'Don't go anywhere, okay?'"
Yuki flinched. He recognized this story.
"So she grew up strong. Stronger than she had to be. Because if she cried, he cried more. If she gave up, he would break."
Shin exhaled. His eyes glassy.
"Even now, when she writes silly poems or hugs him too tight, she does it for that little boy who used to cry into her hair."
A pause.
Shin looked down. A single tear finally fell.
Mei-chan threw her hands up.
"WE GOT HIM! TEARS ACQUIRED!"
She also spun around and bent over as she cheered, causing another wave of chaos from the male audience.
Yuki and Aiko stared blankly as she did an unnecessary squat pose.
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Shin wiped his eyes, flustered. "Tch… You cheated. Using my sister…"
Aiko grinned. "Not my fault she's your emotional weak point."
Yuki mumbled, "You're such a sis-con…"
Shin shot back, "You're the one who used a love poem!"
"To YOU!" Yuki shouted, then blushed and turned away.
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Scoreboard:
Yuki – 8.5 (Half point for making Shin almost cry)
Aiko – 7 (Full point for actual tear drop)
Mei-chan – Still violating dress code, and possibly several laws
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Mei-chan posed. "Round 10, let's gooo! But first—what if I remove the cape?"
Entire male audience: "YESSS!!!"
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Round 10: Make Him Blush
Category: Embarrassment / Flirty Chaos
Rule: Each contestant gets 5 minutes to try and make Shin blush with their actions or words.
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Before the Round Begins…
The cafeteria was hot.
Not emotionally. Literally hot.
Because Mei-chan had just decided to take off her cape and reveal the true horror of her magical girl form.
"Ta-dah~!" she shouted, spinning once, arms wide, as her outfit shimmered under the cafeteria lights.
It was worse than before.
The cape had at least pretended to be fabric.
Now, her cleavage jiggled rebelliously with each step, barely contained by the glittery pink bra-top pretending to be a shirt. Her skirt, riding so dangerously high, it might as well have been a belt. Sparkles clung to her skin, drawing every eye like moths to a flaming magical girl.
The boys in the audience did not survive.
Three fainted. Two got nosebleeds. One clutched his chest and whispered, "Worth it."
"What's wrong with you people?!" Yuki shouted, covering his face.
Aiko chugged water. "This is a war zone…"
Shin pinched his nose and muttered, "I think this is illegal…"
Mei-chan posed again, one leg raised high like she was doing ballet in a bikini.
"Now that I have everyone's full attention—LET'S BEGIN ROUND TEN!"
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Yuki's Turn:
Yuki stepped forward, cheeks already pink, fidgeting.
He glanced at Shin. Then back at the ground. Then at Shin again.
He stepped closer. Reaaaally close.
Shin blinked. "...Yuki?"
And then—
Yuki whispered something.
No one else heard it.
But Shin turned RED.
Like, instant tomato.
"W-What did you just say?!" he stammered, covering his mouth.
Yuki just smiled, shyly. "Nothing. Just a thought…"
Shin covered his ears.
Yuki's eyes sparkled.
Mei-chan yelled: "WE GOT A BLUSH! POINT TO YUKI!"
Yuki practically skipped back to his seat, high on victory.
Aiko growled. "I'll have to go full chaos for this…"
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Aiko's Turn:
She marched forward with her signature smugness.
Then, without warning—she pulled out her phone.
And played an audio recording of Shin laughing.
But not just any laugh.
One of those real, warm, sleepy giggles. The kind he did when someone surprised him with a head pat or soft hug.
It was intimate.
It was pure.
It made Shin freeze.
Aiko leaned in. "That's your bedroom laugh, huh? The one you make when Ai snuggles into your chest after reading one of her poems?"
Shin looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
"Stop it—!"
"Oh? Did I strike a nerve, Onii-chan~?" she teased, mimicking Ai's voice a little too well. "Hold me tighter… or I'll disappear~"
BOOM. RED. COMPLETE FLUSH.
Mei-chan blew the whistle. "DOUBLE HIT! BOTH SCORED A POINT!"
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Meanwhile… Mei-chan.
Was she done?
Of course not.
She was on the table now. Literally. Dancing. Slowly.
"No one asked," she declared, voice sultry, "but if I don't show off these thighs, who will?"
She spun once, her skirt flipping far enough to be banned in seven countries.
Shin turned away, blushing again.
"WHY are you like this?!"
Yuki muttered, jealous, "They should arrest her…"
Aiko stared. "I think I just lost five years of innocence."
A student in the back passed out. Another whispered, "I saw heaven…"
Mei-chan winked at the crowd.
"Don't worry. For the swimsuit round, I'll wear less."
Everyone: "THERE'S A SWIMSUIT ROUND?!"
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Scoreboard:
Yuki – 9.5
Aiko – 8
Mei-chan – Somehow still not suspended
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END OF CHAPTER : 17 : ROUND - 8-10 - MAKE SHIN LAUGH/CRY/BLUSH : PART : 4
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