Well, she is definitely faced with something more than she can chew

Miriko couldn’t believe this! She was sure that Asuna would’ve dropped out during the yoga pose, but now she was twerking while showing her most intimate parts. With a smile no less! How could this be the same Asuna that was slightly embarrassed to wear a bikini last year?

Worse still, Miriko was embarrassed that her legs refused to twerk. She was just half-heartedly spreading her ass cheeks.

“Come on Miriko!” Laughed Asuna, who looked over her shoulder while still doing the pose. “You’re not going to give up now, right? I didn’t think you’d surrender this easily.”

“Me, surrender?!” Yelled Miriko in anger. “You may think you’re all that right now, Miyamoto, but don’t don’t you DARE suggest that I, Suzuki Mikiro, will ever surrender!” She grabbed her ass cheeks again, now with renewed tenacity. She then started shaking her ass aggressively, shouting in frustration and tears building up behind her eyes.

Her banshee screaming and shaking stopped when she heard a single word spoken behind her. “Suzuki?”

She looked over her shoulder, looking eye to eye with her crush Kuramoto Rinji. “You’re… into this?” He spoke somewhat disappointed.

“No!” She immediately stood up straight, covering her breast with one arm and her crotch with another. “It’s part of some stupid game with Miyamoto. I swear I’m not that kind off girl, you have to believe me.” She walked towards Rinji, but didn’t pay attention to where the table ended.

“Oh crap!” As she fell down, she grabbed hold off his pants, unintentionally pulling them down. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she was less then an inch away from his 9 incher. As the crowd cheered him on and Miriko stared a bit longer than what could be considered socially acceptable, Rinji just tried to pull his pants up and leave.

“No, please wait!” Turning to Aoi and Kumi, she exclaimed, “quick, give me my clothes!”

“Where did you keep them, Aoi?” Kumi asked.

“What? You kept them when we left to get the people.”

“No, I did not… wait, did I?”

A look of horror showed on Miriko’s face. “You… idiot!” Ignoring her situation right now, she sped after Rinji, trying to clear everything up.

“And with a score of 6 to 1, our winner is Miyamoto Asuna!” A self-proclaimed referee stood up on the table next to Asuna, who grabbed her hand and raised it in the air.

“Thank you, thank you! I couldn’t have won this final victory without you guys!” She bowed while pretending to lift up a imaginary dress. “Now, there is something else I always wanted to do.” She closed her eyes, and dived into the crowd. She cheered as she ended up crowdsurfing, and began singing once more.

“IIII BELIEVE I CAN FLYYYYYYYY! IIII BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKYYYYYYYY!”

“I FREAKING LOVE THIS DREAM!” She let out a loud ‘whoo’, while thinking about what to do next.