Rising Star, Part Twelve

You ever been so tired your tits hurt?

Like, literally just existing makes your whole body scream?

That's me right now, sprawled face-down on this fancy-ass cushioned bench they set up backstage, my platforms dangling off one end while Haruka strokes my hair.

"Fifteen minutes until the next round!" The announcer's voice booms, making my bones shake. "Competitors, please take this time to recover!"

[Recover my ass. Pretty sure I just used up enough mana to power New Tokyo for a week.]

"You were amazing out there!" Haruka's basically vibrating with excitement. She casually lifts me up from the ground and hugs me. Her divine titties start recharging my body the instant my head's between 'em. She whispers, "the way you showed up that fake bitch? Iconic!"

Speaking of said fake bitch...