Lillith - Ch 4 - I don't fall easily

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Professor Armand Durand, still reeling from the residual pain after the torture he suffered the night before, arrived furiously at the headmistress’s office, determined to report what had happened. He burst through the door without knocking, his expression visibly distressed, his clothes wrinkled as if he hadn’t slept. “Headmistress Seraphina!” he exclaimed, his voice echoing across the room.

Seraphina Scarlett, the young headmistress, was seated at her imposing oak desk, reviewing some documents with a calm expression. Her presence was a dominant force at the school. Though young by witch standards, Seraphina exuded power and authority. Her enormous breasts, a direct sign of her vast magical energy, were accentuated by her tight dress, and her long red hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed slightly as she lifted her gaze to the professor, intrigued by his tone.

“Yes, Professor Durand?” Seraphina asked calmly, setting her papers aside and raising an eyebrow. Her voice held a hint of boredom, as if Armand’s complaints were something she had anticipated.

“It was… an outrage!” Durand huffed, striding to the front of her desk. “Lilith and that damn witch… they invaded my office! They used dark magic on me, tortured me until… until they nearly castrated me! This is unacceptable!”

Seraphina remained silent for a moment, listening to his account. Then, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, she laughed. Her laughter started quietly but soon grew, echoing through the room. Armand stood there, mouth agape, his face turning redder with indignation. “Are you laughing? Seriously?”

“Oh, Armand…” Seraphina rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh, interrupting her laughter. “Please. Whose fault is that, really?” She leaned forward slightly, her disdainful gaze fixed directly on the professor’s legs. “Let me guess… your balls, right?”

Armand was in disbelief, barely able to believe what he was hearing. “My balls? What are you talking about, Seraphina?”

“Exactly what you heard,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. “It’s always the same with you men. You have these… ridiculously vulnerable things dangling between your legs, and then you still want to act as our equals in terms of power. But in the end, just a little pressure, and you’re crying and begging. How do you expect the students to take you seriously with such big, easy-to-hit targets?”

Armand was speechless, his anger boiling within him. “I am a powerful mage! I should not be treated like this! This is an abuse of power, Seraphina!”

The headmistress scoffed, her patience clearly wearing thin. “Do you really want to discuss this, Armand? Do you think your… power is enough to survive a duel with any of us?” She raised one hand, and immediately a magical aura formed around the professor’s balls. It was a simple spell but incredibly effective. Armand’s hands flew to his groin, fear etched on his face as his knees began to shake.

He knew exactly what that meant. “You get it, right?” Seraphina said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain.

Armand swallowed hard, lowering his head in submission. “Yes, ma’am… I’m sorry.”

“Good,” Seraphina said, lightly waving her hand to undo the spell. The professor immediately relaxed, though he was still visibly shaken. She rose from her chair in a fluid and graceful motion, her black dress flowing around her. With a slight gesture of her hand, the office door opened magically, as if inviting the professor to leave.

“Now, get out of my office before I have to throw you out… literally, by your balls,” Seraphina said with a cynical smile, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Humiliated, Armand nodded and, without another word, hurried out, his footsteps echoing down the corridors.

As he disappeared, Seraphina looked at her secretary, a young witch sitting in a corner of the room. The secretary was trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle a laugh, her lips trembling as she struggled to keep her composure.

Seraphina raised an eyebrow and let out a light laugh. “Ah, men and their balls… always the same story, isn’t it?” She shook her head, amused by the situation. “They think they have some power, but in the end, their fate is always… literally hanging.”

The secretary finally let out a genuine laugh, unable to hold it in. “Yes, ma’am, they never learn.”

Seraphina laughed along, returning to her desk. “Let’s be honest,” she said, still smiling. “They’ll never learn. They’ll always see themselves as superior, right until one of us decides to show them they’re wrong. And, well, we know exactly how to handle them, don’t we?”

The secretary nodded in agreement, still smiling as she organized some documents on the desk.

“Now, let’s continue,” Seraphina said, returning to her headmistress posture. “We have a school to run, and I don’t have time to deal with the ego crises of men like Armand.”

With that, Seraphina turned her attention back to the papers in front of her, though the malicious smile hadn’t entirely left her lips.

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Armand left the headmistress’s office with long, heavy strides, his face red with anger. The humiliation Seraphina had put him through reverberated in his mind. How could she have insinuated that he stood no chance in a duel against the students? He was one of the most skilled mages in the kingdom, known for his abilities in sorcery, potions, and magical combat. He had studied for decades to reach where he was, and now, he was reduced to a joke because of a biological weakness he couldn’t even control.

“Damn witches,” he thought, his fists clenched in anger. But that was no reason to be belittled. He was much more powerful than any of those girls, especially Lilith, who could barely pass her exams without resorting to dirty tricks.

Upon reaching his classroom, he opened the door with a brusque movement, his robes swinging imposingly. His eyes immediately landed on Lilith, who was sitting in the front row, nonchalantly adjusting her bra. His gaze briefly scanned her, noting her smaller chest compared to Morgana and Seraphina. “That girl still dares to think she’s more powerful than I am,” he thought, quickly averting his eyes, irritated with his own thoughts.

Lilith didn’t even look up when she heard the door open. She was absorbed in her own thoughts until she heard his voice.

“Good morning, students,” Armand said, his voice hard and emotionless, still clearly shaken from his discussion with the headmistress. He walked to his desk, his steps echoing through the silent room. He began to hand out the exams, throwing them carelessly onto the students’ desks. The silence in the room was heavy, the students feeling the tension in the air, but no one dared to speak.

When Lilith received her exam, her heart sank. The grade was in red, once again. She stared at the paper in disbelief, her eyes filling with anger. How was it possible that, even after the “negotiation” she and Morgana had with him, her grades were still so low? She clenched the paper tightly between her fingers, her thoughts bubbling with frustration.

Taking a deep breath, she stood from her chair and marched to the front of the room, stopping directly in front of Armand’s desk. Her eyes were fixed on him, burning with anger.

“Professor Durand,” she said, her voice laden with menace. “You’re not afraid of losing your balls, are you? Because it seems you didn’t learn anything from last time.”

Armand slowly raised his eyes, meeting hers with a cold stare. His jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight under the desk. He knew this confrontation was coming, but he was not willing to back down this time.

“You are no one to threaten me, Lilith,” he retorted, his voice low and controlled but full of hatred. “If you want to pass my class, then study like everyone else. I won’t yield to the threats of a little witch who can barely conjure a decent potion.”

The room fell into absolute silence. The other students watched with wide eyes, sensing the tension growing like a storm about to break. Lilith couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She, a promising witch, being belittled like that by a man who should be afraid of every word that came out of her mouth. But instead, he seemed convinced she couldn’t do anything to him.

Lilith didn’t back down. In fact, she took a step forward, the anger growing within her like a live flame. “You think you can talk to me like that?” she retorted, her voice full of venom. “I could crush you. You know exactly how vulnerable you are. Don’t make me show you what I’m capable of.”

Armand rose abruptly from his chair, his imposing height and the magical energy around him making the air in the room vibrate slightly. His eyes sparkled with controlled fury. “You think you can defeat me, Lilith?” he challenged, his voice louder now. “Fine. I challenge you to a duel. Let’s see who is truly the strongest.”

The room erupted in murmurs and whispers. A duel? No student had expected this. Everyone knew that duels between teachers and students were rare, especially when the teacher was an extremely powerful wizard like Armand.
Lilith, in turn, was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to challenge her directly, but upon hearing those words, a slow, malicious smile formed on her face. Her eyes drifted down to where the most obvious and vulnerable target of Armand hung.

His balls, gigantic and unprotected, were an open invitation for the type of magic she had learned from Morgana.

“You really want this?” Lilith said, her voice soft and threatening. “Because I won’t go easy on you… and I think I know exactly where to strike to end that arrogance of yours.”

Armand scoffed, his pride even more wounded by Lilith’s insinuation. “Let’s see if you’re capable, girl,” he shot back, turning his back to her as he started writing the time and place of the duel on the board.

“Duel tomorrow at noon,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “On the school’s training grounds. Let’s see who truly deserves respect.”

With that, he left the room, his footsteps hard and echoing. Lilith stood there, smiling as she looked at the board. “He has no idea what’s coming,” she thought, envisioning all the ways she would make those gigantic balls suffer. She could hardly wait

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First episode:

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