Well, yeah! Continue!!

So anyway, we'd each stripped one piece, but of course that wasn't enough to end the match.

This was the finals, after all. The battle was expected to continue until someone was completely naked.

With that in mind, I modified my rock-paper-scissors magic and—

""Slap-hat janken pon!!—?!""

This time, Misha threw scissors while I threw rock.

And I gave the frozen Misha a nice bonk on the head.

"… Nya?! Karina, you…?! What did you do, nya?!"

"What do you mean? See something? Got any proof?"

Misha, released from her paralysis, gritted her teeth with a frustrated "gnnnh."

From her perspective, her hand was forced into scissors, and immediately after losing, her body went completely rigid. Can't blame her for being upset.

In other words—if I use Spatial Magic to lock her hand in place, there's no way I can lose!

And if I freeze her whole body with Spatial Magic, she can't even defend herself, right?

"Alright then, next I'll have you remove those annoying arm rings!"

"Gnnnnngh!!"

Misha pulled off the fabric rings from her arms and slapped them down on the floor.

Actually, come to think of it, I already used the whole "freeze and control her body with Spatial Magic" thing on Misha during the previous tournament.

Did she forget about that? Is she a little dummy? So cute!

"Is Contestant Karina taking the lead?! She specified the arm rings, what a tease for us spectators!!"

"R-Referee! She's using magic, nya! She's interfering with magic, nyaa!!"

"Come on, quit with the false accusations. What magic? Besides, there's no rule against magical interference. I didn't hurt her, and she can still strip, so what's the problem?"

"… Well, you've got a point! Continue!!"

"Nyaaaaaaaaaa?!"

You started this fight, Misha. Brace yourself!

""Slap-hat janken pon!!""

And so Misha couldn't resist me (or rather, my magic) and kept losing one-sidedly.

"Now that all the arm rings are gone… shall we go for the skirt next?"

"—?! W-Wait, nya?! I'm not wearing panties right now, nya?!"

"Hmm. Oh right, I made you take those off first. Skirt it is, then."

Cheers erupted from the venue: "Ooooooooh!!!"

"Listen to what people are saying, nya?!"

"Just cover yourself with your hands. Your hands. Ah, but you know, if you're using one hand to cover up, you'll be at a huge disadvantage in the attack-and-defend phase after rock-paper-scissors…!!"

"That doesn't even matter anymore, and now you bring it up, nyaa…!"

With tears welling up, Misha took off her skirt.

Thanks to the pantyhose I'd given her, nothing was directly visible, but she gently covered her crotch with one hand.

Meanwhile, her pantyhose-clad butt was on full display, the fabric accentuating every curve.

"This is! The Butt That Pleases God!!"

"Shut up, referee!! Since when does God get pleased by butts, nya?!"

"That's right. It only becomes 'the real thing' once my performance is added."

"Don't say stupid crap like that, nyaaaa!! Don't call spanking a 'performance,' nyaaaa!!"

"As a goddess, watching Misha-chan scream is entertaining enough, so the performance is optional!!"

The Goddess's voice rang out loud and clear. There must be a divine statue somewhere in the arena, but surely she wouldn't actually light it up… right?

"Oh, I'll light it up alright. Seems more fun that way. Heyyy, glow for me!"

The divine statue began radiating a soft, warm glow. Sorry, Misha. Shouldn't have let that thought slip.

"?! The Goddess's statue is glowing?! A-A miracle! A miracle just happened at this tournament!!"

"What even is this, nya…? I'm done believing in the Goddess…"

"Nooo! Don't stop believing! So cute, Misha-chan is so cute! Haaah, I wanna put her on my lap and pat her. That pantyhose butt."

Misha crumpled to the ground, sobbing.

Hey now, we're still in the middle of a match. Get it together, will ya?