That's even more convenient!!

"Alright, let's continue. Ready to go!"

"Bring it on, nyaa!"

Contestant Misha lowered her stance and waited for my move.

Oh? Is that really okay? Letting me strike first? Well, I suppose it wouldn't make much difference either way.

"Here I come… hyah!"

"You're wide open, nya!! … Wait, heavy!?"

I threw a slow punch at her. Misha tried to deflect my arm, but she couldn't budge it at all.

Still, as expected of someone who'd made it this far in the tournament, she smoothly transitioned to grabbing my arm and attempting a throw—but that didn't work either.

"It won't budge at all!? What is this, nya!? A boulder!?"

"Heh, this is the result of solid core strength."

"That's a lie, nya!? That weight is just impossible no matter how you look at it, nya!? Just how fat are you under those clothes, nya!?"

I-I'm not fat! My Gothic Lolita Dress is just on the heavier side, okay!

Using Spatial Magic in conjunction, I caught Contestant Misha and, while sitting on an invisible air chair, draped her stomach across my knee.

"Bunya!? Wh-what's going on, nya!? I can't move!?"

"Hehehe, I've got your joints locked perfectly, so you won't be moving easily."

"That's a lie too, nya!? It feels like I'm tied up with rope, nya!?"

Sharp one, aren't you? But she doesn't seem to realize what this position actually entails.

There I sat on a chair made of air, Contestant Misha lying stomach-down across my lap. Both her hands were pinned in my left hand. Her rear faced my right side.

… Do you understand what's happening? That's right, it's spanking time!!

"Hey, wait, what are you gonna do, nya!?"

"A spanking, obviously?"

"Nyawhy?!"

"Because! I! Want! To! Spank! Butt!!"

As I declared this, I delivered a resounding SMACK!! to her rear. Contestant Misha's cat tail jolted straight up.

"Myeow!?"

"Even through the spats, this is quite… what a nicely padded rear you have!"

"S-stop… ah!"

"Here comes!! Number two!!"

"Nyaaaaaaah!?"

SMACK!! I spanked her rear again. Contestant Misha, catlike only in her ears and tail, had a bottom no different from any human's. Her supple flesh rippled from my open-palm strike.

"H-hey! Stop it, nya! Please stop, nya!? Hey, referee! She's messing around, nya, call the foul like you said you would, nya!!"

"Hahaha, what are you talking about, Misha? This position has a weakness, you see. When I've got you pinned like this, I can only attack with my right hand! And the only thing within my right hand's reach is your butt! That's right, this is an inevitable butt-spanking; I have no choice but to spank your butt to deal damage while this hold lasts!! So since this is a serious attack, please don't stop the match, Mr. Referee!?"

After my thorough explanation, the referee grimaced and hesitated.

"… C-continue!"

"Yes!"

"W-wait!? Please stop, nya! My parents came to watch this tournament, nya!?"

"That's even more convenient!!"

"Bunyaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

SMACK!! A third, then fourth spank landed on her rear.

To think you'd be showing such a disgraceful display at a tournament your own parents came to watch! How embarrassing!!

"Y-you, I'll remember this, nyaaa!?"

Contestant Misha howled, her face beet red and eyes welling with tears.