Lilith- Chapter 3- Male teachers?

Hello! As promised, here is the story I mentioned in the previous post, remembering that it is my first story posted here on Reddit, and that it was made with the help of AI, but before we start, I would like to give you some warnings:

1- This beginning of the story was inspired by the Nutbuster's spellbook series (https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vwfhz8/nutbusters_spellbook_part_1/) I couldn't remove this part without the story losing some of its initial meaning, so here's the credits for my inspiration!

2- The first 2 chapters are practically spells, so if you don't want to read that, read until the first spell and skip to chapter 3! I'm going to post 4 chapters at once, these initial chapters were very artificial because of the AI, but the next ones will be better!

3- ALL the characters are over 18 years old!

4- The story was written in Portuguese, and translated into English, so please let me know if you find any mistakes!

Ep1:https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g89hqt/lilith_chapter_1_magic_and_testicles/

Ep2:https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g89ilg/lilith_chapter_2_the_book/

Ep4:https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g89l1s/lilith_chapter_4_new_life/

This warning will be in the first 3 eps, thank you and enjoy reading!


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"Lilith," Morgana began, a mischievous smile forming on her lips. "You mentioned your witchcraft school once. But tell me... do you have male teachers there?"

Lilith blinked, hesitating for a moment. She knew exactly where this conversation was headed, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Yes... there's one," she replied, trying to suppress the laughter threatening to escape.

Morgana narrowed her eyes, raising an eyebrow comically. "One? Ha, a male witch... Let me guess," her voice was almost sarcastic, but filled with a certain fascination. "Huge balls, right?"

Lilith laughed, unable to hold back any longer. "Yes, enormous. It's... hard not to notice. Everyone at the school talks about it, even the other female teachers."

Morgana chuckled, shaking her head as if the information was too predictable. "Of course, of course... It's always the same story. Men can be witches, but we all know how power works, don't we?"

She stood up, slowly pacing the room, gesturing with her hands as if drawing in the air. "In men, the more power they accumulate, the bigger their balls get. It's the price of their magical power. A burden... and a ridiculously easy weakness to exploit." Morgana turned to Lilith, her smile turning into something more cynical. "Let me guess one more thing, Lilith. This teacher of yours, he's powerful, isn't he? After all, to let a man be a teacher, especially in a witches' school, he must be exceptional..."

Lilith nodded slowly, but Morgana continued before she could respond.

"But... with balls that big, he must also be incredibly vulnerable, right?"

Lilith bit her lower lip, recalling how the teacher's presence always attracted attention in class. He truly was powerful—one of the best mages in the school—but everyone knew the size of his male parts was practically legendary.

"Exactly..." Lilith said, still smiling. "It's kind of embarrassing, really. None of us take him very seriously because of it. It's like... well, like any of us could take him down with a simple kick."

Morgana laughed, her laughter filled with disdain. "Ah, men. Always thinking they can surpass our abilities. No matter how powerful they are, their balls are always the weak point. And men like him will never teach anything that involves that vulnerability. Male ego..." Morgana sighed theatrically. "Or perhaps it's fear that their students might discover the power they hold over them. Have you ever thought about that? He knows that if you girls learned anything about magic or strikes to the testicles, he'd never win a duel."

Lilith pondered this for a moment, and the truth in Morgana's words was evident. He had never brought up the subject in class, never explained anything about male vulnerabilities. Deep down, he probably knew how dangerous it would be for him to share that kind of knowledge with a group of teenage witches. They would never respect him the same way again.

Morgana walked over to Lilith, leaning on the table and slightly inclining, the deep neckline of her dress making it clear how vast her power was. She then whispered, as if sharing a secret, "But you know, Lilith, there's an advantage to having a male teacher at your school." Her eyes gleamed with malice as her voice became sweet yet venomous at the same time. "You have a target hanging right in front of you, and it's the easiest one to hit. Don't waste that."

Lilith smiled, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes. She knew exactly what Morgana was implying. "You mean... I should...?"

Morgana straightened, laughing softly as she resumed pacing. "Oh, darling. I used to earn my grades by torturing my teacher. I used exactly those spells you've just read. The fun was in knowing how much he hated it but couldn't do anything to stop me. He had power, of course. But all it took was a touch, a charm, and he was at my feet." Morgana stopped and looked directly into Lilith's eyes. "Remember: you can use all these spells to control him. Just don't use the ones that cause castration unless you want him to lose all his powers too."

"So, you're saying you can... persuade a male teacher with these spells?" Lilith asked, feigning innocence, but her smile suggested she already knew the answer.

Morgana let out a hearty laugh, tossing her hair back. "Lilith, dear, men are weak. Especially when their most vulnerable parts are involved. It's incredible what a little pain and humiliation can do to shape someone's mind. He knows that once you gain that control over him, he can't challenge you anymore."

"And he couldn't retaliate with some other spell?" Lilith asked, wanting to understand all the nuances.

Morgana shook her head, still smiling. "Oh no. You see, when a man is at the mercy of his testicles, his control over his magic shatters. The pain disorients him, breaks his focus. That's why they never mention these weaknesses—out of fear of losing any chance to defend themselves against one of us."

Lilith leaned forward, her hands resting on the book. "So... if I wanted to conduct a little experiment, say... in the next potions class..."

Morgana crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "I'd love to hear how that turns out, dear. Just remember: be careful. Have fun, but don't go too far. We don't want the teacher to be unable to return to teaching... at least, not yet."

The two laughed together, sharing the moment as Lilith imagined the possibilities. Now, besides the knowledge of spells and tactics, she had a new weapon. The power of persuasion, of manipulation. And above all, the power that came with understanding the vulnerabilities of those who considered themselves invulnerable.

Morgana leaned slightly, looking directly at Lilith with a conspiratorial smile on her lips. "So, tell me... how are your grades in this teacher's class?"

Lilith hesitated for a moment, thinking about the mess her Potions grades had become lately. She had never been excellent in that subject, and the fact that the teacher was a man with “noticeable features” didn’t help her concentration. “They're... quite red,” she admitted with a sigh, letting the truth slip out.

Morgana let out a loud laugh, as if the revelation was the most amusing thing in the world. "Red, huh? Ah, Lilith, darling... that can't go on. How about we change that, hmm?" Her voice was dripping with malice and promise. "Would you like me to show you how?"


Lilith felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She knew Morgana wasn't talking about improving grades through normal studies. No, this was going to be far more interesting. A smile crept across her face as she responded with a firm nod. "Yes, I want to."

“Great,” Morgana said, standing up and motioning for Lilith to get ready. With a simple snap of her fingers, the two were enveloped in an aura of energy. The surroundings began to distort, and before Lilith could blink, they were standing in front of the imposing entrance to the witchcraft school.

They had teleported to the courtyard and now had to walk all the way to the professor's office. The moon shone brightly in the sky, reflecting off the gray stones of the school. Morgana glanced around with a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if she were planning some kind of prank. She raised her hand and, with a graceful motion, summoned a small metallic orb that floated gently toward Lilith.

“Let me introduce you to the *ball basher*,” Morgana said, her voice almost singing with satisfaction. Lilith stared at the silver sphere, intrigued. It was small, about the size of an apple, but it seemed to pulse lightly with its own energy.

“What is this?” Lilith asked, leaning closer for a better look.

Morgana smiled broadly, like a proud teacher revealing her secret weapon. “The *ball basher* is... well, let's just say it's my favorite creation for dealing with wizards. It has a personality of its own, almost like a vengeful female.” Morgana played with the orb, passing it from hand to hand before letting it go. The orb floated on its own, as if it were alive.

“It moves with its own awareness and... well, its function is simple,” Morgana continued, her voice low and full of malice. “It finds the easiest target of all: testicles. And before they even realize its presence, it crashes into them with enough force to disable them instantly. Hence the name... *ball basher*.”

Lilith grinned mischievously, fascinated by the ingenuity of the spell. “So... it seeks out men?”

“Exactly,” Morgana said. “And see, here at the school, there are other male teachers, aren’t there? Even though you may not have classes with all of them, they’re around. They all have the same problem... huge balls, thanks to the magic they accumulate. And that makes the *ball basher's* job a lot easier. It’s a very easy target.”

Morgana snapped her fingers, and the orb glowed brightly for a second before vanishing, silently floating down the hallway ahead of them. The two witches began walking toward the professor's office, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished marble floor. They weren’t in a hurry, but there was a growing sense of anticipation in the air.

Soon, a faint thud echoed in the distance, followed by a muffled cry of pain. Lilith turned her head, trying to understand what had just happened.

Morgana smiled. “That was the first one. Probably one of the teachers on the first floor.” He never saw the *ball basher* coming.

They kept walking, and Lilith began to notice the details. The school was quiet, almost deserted at this late hour, but there were a few lights on in study rooms and office windows. Every now and then, a new sound broke the silence: the unmistakable thud of the *ball basher* colliding with its next target, followed by grunts and cries of surprise and pain.

The *ball basher* was efficient. It moved like a ghost, always finding the male teachers, attacking without warning. Around every corner they passed, Lilith and Morgana could see the results. A Potions teacher was doubled over on the floor, clutching his stomach as his knees trembled. Further ahead, an older wizard lay on his side, gasping, still processing what had just happened.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Morgana commented casually, admiring her creation. “None of them stand a chance. They’re so full of pride and magic, but it only takes one little touch to the balls, and all of that dissolves into pain.”

Lilith couldn’t hold back her laughter. The ease with which the *ball basher* took down the men was almost comical. They were teachers, powerful wizards, but in the end, they were all prisoners to their physical vulnerabilities.

Finally, they approached Lilith’s professor’s office. The light was on behind the heavy wooden door, and they could hear the soft sound of pages being turned. Lilith knew he was inside, grading papers, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Morgana stopped before reaching the door and placed a hand on Lilith’s shoulder. “Now, before we go in, let me give you one last tip. When the *ball basher* hits, it doesn’t just cause physical pain. It breaks the opponent’s magical concentration. The professor won’t be able to defend himself properly, even if he tries to cast a spell. So remember, once we’re in there, he’ll be at your mercy.”

Lilith took a deep breath, feeling her adrenaline surge. This was a decisive moment, a real test of everything she had learned. “And what should I do then?”

Morgana gave a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Oh, darling, you’ll figure that out as soon as we open the door.”

They stood there, side by side, feeling the weight of the moment. The *ball basher* had already done its job, clearing the way. The next step was to enter the office and put everything Morgana had taught into practice.