VS Misha

The Strip Slap-Hat Janken Tournament. Finally, we've reached the finals.

For the record, both Misha and I made it to the finals without any problems.

Naturally. We're operating on a completely different level.

I'm cheating with magic, and Misha, if you look closely, is throwing her hand after seeing mine thanks to her speed.

So here we are, our second Misha showdown counting from the previous tournament.

Seen off by Dea-kun wrapped in a sheet, Misha and I stepped onto the finals stage.

"Now then! It's finally the finals!! Undefeated in janken, just who is this Karina contestant!? Facing her is The Butt That Pleases God! It's Mishaaaaa!!"

"Ahahaha!! Don't call me by that title, nyaa!! I'll knock you flat, you bastard!!"

The referee's introduction feels a bit biased. I mean, I was her opponent in that match where she pleased God with her butt, you know? Why's Misha getting all the attention?

Also, is it really okay to use real names in a tournament like this? Well, mine's basically an alias anyway, so whatever.

"Heh heh heh, you did well to make it this far without running or losing, nya!!"

"Well, I have no reason to run."

I snorted dismissively.

In my pocket, I have three socks from opponents I've defeated. That alone makes this worthwhile.

"Here, Misha, I'll bestow some socks upon you too. Why don't you put them on?"

"Hah!? I don't need charity from you, nya!!"

"No, you gave me some secret-weapon scrunchies, remember? It's thanks for that."

"Well, if it's thanks, I'll accept without hesitation, nya!!"

So gratitude makes it acceptable. Classic Misha (compliment).

"… Though, pantyhose only counts as one piece, nya. Isn't that kind of stingy?"

"If you're going to complain, wear them properly and return them after the tournament."

"Hmm?? F-fine, nya. After the tournament, nya."

What an obedient girl. I felt all warm and fuzzy watching Misha put on the pantyhose.

"Hey Misha. Since it's the finals, I have a proposal."

"What, nya?"

"How about this: the winner gets to decide which piece of clothing the loser takes off?"

"Oho."

Misha thought for a moment.

"… Fine, I accept, nya!! I won't accept surrender until you're completely naked anyway, nyaaa!!"

"Wonderful. I knew you'd accept, Misha…!! Of course, I won't be accepting surrender until the very end either."

This way I can save the socks for last. Heh heh heh… all according to plan!!

"Ohhhhh!! An unprecedented proposal from contestant Karina!! The winner chooses what clothing the loser removes, a special rule!! And contestant Misha has accepted!!"

At the referee's words, the venue erupted with ooooohhhh!!

"Now then, it's time for public execution… I won't hold back, Misha!!"

"That's my line, nya!! Prepare to bare your blue butt and turn red with shame, nya!!"

Excuse me, I don't have a Mongolian spot, you know?

"Then let's begin. Are both sides ready? Set, ready… fight!!"

""Slap-hat janken pon—!?""

Misha and I both froze.

Misha changes her hand after seeing mine. I'm using magic that changes my hand to match my opponent's.

In other words—neither of our hands settled, and our janken throws ended up as some kind of garbled mess…!!

"… H-hey you, is that… scissors, nya!?"

"And what about you, Misha? Is that paper? Rock?"

Misha's hand was half-open like she was about to grab a ball, while mine looked like I was pulling a gun trigger with my index and middle fingers.

—We couldn't move. We couldn't tell who won!!

How could this be? I never knew my guaranteed-win janken magic had such a weakness! I looked at the referee.

"… Since neither side has formed a valid janken hand, it's a draw!! Both parties, please remove one item!!"

""Huh!?""

So that's how it is!!

"I-I didn't lose, nya!? Isn't this a tie, nya!?"

"… I mean, it doesn't seem like we'll reach a conclusion otherwise. You're both going all out, so it can't be helped."

Misha raised an objection, but it was rejected for the legitimate reason of keeping the tournament moving. Well, if I were in the audience, I'd be saying "hurry up and strip already," so I think it's a fair ruling.

"… Then Misha, take off your panties. Panties."

"Hah!? Then you take off your bra, nyaa!!"

"Both immediately chose underwear!! As expected of the finals, going all out from the start!! Just what will happen here!?"

I took off my bra under my clothes and slipped it out smoothly.

Misha took off her panties along with her pantyhose.

"Misha, put the pantyhose back on properly! I only told you to take off your panties!"

"Hnngh!? What's with you, being so particular… hold on, nya!!"

So Misha put just the pantyhose back on. One leg at a time, heave-ho, heave-ho.

She carefully pulled them up from her toes, smoothing the pantyhose into place. Her subtly sensual movements captivated the entire venue.

"… !! Y-you bastard! Was this your plan!?"

"Eh, no idea. But Misha's cute, so it's only natural everyone's eyes are glued to her, right?"

"Y-yeah… Well, you're cute-looking too, nya."

"Are you hitting on me? Sure thing, bestie. Want to come over sometime? I'll treat you to some dwarven booze."

"Who's your bestie, nyaaa!?"

Huh, she's not? Anyway, Misha and I continued playing janken.