Lillith - Chapter 7 - The Duel

Attention, this is a fictional story and ALL characters are of legal age, thank you, and enjoy reading!

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The next day, the sun shone brightly over the training field, a wide, empty space with a stone floor covered in ancient runes that seemed to glow under the morning light. Lilith walked confidently along the stone path leading to the field, her boots making a firm sound with each step. She wore the classic witch's bodysuit, a training outfit designed to perfectly display her curves and, more importantly, to distract her opponents. The fabric was tight, especially around her chest, which was provocatively highlighted and squeezed. Her long green hair was tied in a ponytail, swaying as she walked.

As she approached the field, she spotted Professor Armand, already there. He was bent over the ground, carefully tracing runes in the air with a magical glow emanating from his fingers. He seemed focused, his expression rigid as he prepared the spells he would use in the duel. Lilith couldn’t help but smile. All that preparation would be for nothing.

“Good morning, Professor,” Lilith said, her voice full of scorn as she walked to the center of the field, stopping a few meters from where he was. “I hope your balls are ready for today. Or did you protect them with some special spell?”

Armand, still with his back to her, clenched his hand, stopping the magical flow. He slowly stood up, his face contorted with anger. “You talk as if you had a chance, Lilith. I am your teacher. I teach you because I’m more powerful than you. Don’t forget that.”

Lilith laughed and shrugged. “We’ll see how powerful your balls are, then. Because, at the end of the day, that’s what will determine who comes out victorious, isn’t it? You might have twice my magical strength, but those spheres between your legs…”

Armand grew even more irritated. He hated when anyone made any mention of his masculinity, especially in such a blatant way. “Shut up, you brat! I’m going to destroy you, and when I’m done, you’ll regret ever being born!”

Lilith was about to retort when a heavier presence made its entrance. A soft, almost musical laugh echoed through the field, and both turned to see Seraphina arriving. She walked with a regal posture, her body clad in a red bodysuit that barely hid the voluptuous curves she was so famous for. Her scarlet red hair gleamed in the sun, tied in a ponytail that swung elegantly behind her. Her eyes, always mischievous, sparkled as she approached.

“Well, well, well,” said Seraphina, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What do we have here? A duel between a student and a teacher… Isn’t that supposed to be forbidden?” She looked directly at Armand, a smirk playing on her lips. “But then again… who wouldn’t want to see a student humiliating a teacher in broad daylight?”

Armand went pale for a moment. He knew that duels between teachers and students were prohibited by the Academy, and Seraphina’s presence meant he could face serious consequences. But before he could protest, Seraphina continued: “Don’t worry, Professor. I’m only here to mediate the fight. Unless, of course, you’re afraid of losing to a student?”

She laughed, and Lilith let out a low chuckle as well. Enraged, Armand clenched his fists and glared at Seraphina, his face twisted with fury. He knew Seraphina was enjoying the entire situation. During their study days, they had a fierce rivalry. He thought about how he could get his revenge quickly, and his anger made him say something he should have kept to himself.

“Oh, sure, Seraphina. You always enjoyed watching these things, didn’t you? Since our student days, with those ‘mountains’ you carry… it was hard for anyone to concentrate on anything else, wasn’t it?”

Seraphina’s smile vanished instantly. Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air around her seemed to grow denser, almost suffocating. Lilith could feel the immediate change in the atmosphere. Seraphina was no longer joking.

“Say that again, Armand,” said Seraphina, her voice low and deadly, carrying an implicit threat. “I dare you to say it one more time, and I’ll personally make sure you have no balls to lose in this duel.”

Armand swallowed hard. His confident stance shrank in the face of Seraphina’s fury. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, he murmured, “I’m sorry, Seraphina… it was a poor joke.”

Seraphina kept her gaze on him for a few more seconds, just to make sure the message was clear, before finally smiling again. “Very well. Now that we understand who’s in control here, let’s begin, shall we?”

Lilith couldn’t hold back her laughter. The same man who had challenged her with so much pride was now cowering before the headmistress, looking like a frightened puppy. “You’re pathetic, Professor,” Lilith muttered as she took her place in the center of the training field.

Armand, still shaken, slowly walked to the center as well, avoiding Seraphina’s gaze.

“Alright, then,” Seraphina said, assuming the role of mediator. She raised her hand, gesturing for both to prepare. Lilith began cracking her knuckles, feeling the magical energy flowing through her hands, while Armand made a final adjustment to the runes he had prepared. The battlefield was set.

“Now,” Seraphina said, a sinister smile on her face, clearly eager to see how the fight would unfold. “Let the duel begin!”

She raised her hand in the air and started counting down, her voice echoing across the field.

“Three…”

Lilith took a step forward, her eyes fixed on Armand. Her confident smile didn’t waver, and she was already visualizing the moment when the professor’s balls would be at her mercy.

“Two…”

Armand took a deep breath, trying to focus his mind on the battle ahead. But Seraphina’s presence, and Lilith’s laughter, were starting to erode his confidence. He clenched his fists, knowing he couldn’t lose. Not to a student.

“One…”

Seraphina quickly lowered her hand, her voice echoing through the field, filled with anticipation and malice. “Begin!”


The duel had begun, and the training ground was filled with a palpable tension as Lilith and Armand faced each other, ready for a battle that would define more than just their magical abilities.

The air around the training field was thick with tension. Sunlight illuminated the ancient stone ground, where runes glowed with an ancient power. The moment had come, and Lilith, dressed in her tight, provocative bodysuit, prepared to strike first. Her mind was focused, eyes locked on Professor Armand, who still seemed shaken from his encounter with Seraphina. Her breathing was calm, controlled, while the battlefield awaited the first move in silence.

Lilith wasted no time. As soon as Seraphina signaled the start of the fight, she moved forward with surprising agility, her eyes locked on Armand's most vulnerable spot: his balls. She aimed for a quick, direct kick, hoping to catch the professor off guard by striking with all her force right between his legs.

However, Armand had anticipated this attack. He wasn’t naive; he knew Lilith’s reputation and had a good idea of what her first move would be. As her foot came close to his groin, he quickly sidestepped, avoiding the direct blow. But despite dodging the impact, the weight of his testicles caused them to swing slightly, leaving the sensitive orbs momentarily exposed. Lilith’s foot grazed his left testicle as it passed.

A wave of discomfort and pain radiated immediately through Armand’s body. Though the strike hadn’t been direct, even the slight graze was enough to make him hesitate. He had planned to dodge and immediately cast an offensive spell, but that brief pain caused a delay in his actions. His mind faltered, his focus scattered, and his movements slowed.

Seizing the opportunity, Lilith conjured a fire spell, launching a blazing ball of energy directly at Armand's chest. Despite the pain, he managed to react in time. He raised his hand, conjuring a magical shield that absorbed the impact with ease. Sparks from Lilith’s magic ricocheted across the field, briefly illuminating the space.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Armand grunted, forcing a confident smile, though the pain in his testicles still lingered. He was determined to show his superiority in power.

Lilith didn’t respond. She was focused, aware that this battle would be a game of patience. She advanced again, this time closing the distance quickly, feigning another kick. Armand, expecting another strike aimed at his groin, prepared a defensive spell, creating a shield below his waist. The shield glowed with a blue light, pulsing with magical energy, ready to block any low attacks.

But this time, Lilith wasn’t aiming at his balls. In a swift, unexpected move, she raised her right hand, conjuring a red lightning bolt that shot directly toward Armand’s face. Caught off guard by the shift in strategy, he quickly recoiled, though his skill didn’t fail him. He conjured another shield at head level, blocking the lightning with ease.

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” he said arrogantly, as the lightning dissipated against his shield. But by diverting his attention to defend his face, he left his guard down where it mattered most.

Lilith took advantage of this distraction. Without hesitation, she spun with impressive agility, and her left foot, already in motion, found its true target: the professor's balls.

The kick was fast and brutal. The dull sound of impact echoed across the training ground, as Lilith’s foot struck Armand’s left testicle squarely. The pain was immediate and devastating. The sensation of something cracking or perhaps crushing surged through his nerves, leaving him paralyzed with sheer agony. His eyes widened, his mouth opened in a silent scream, and his body seemed frozen in time for a moment.

Armand fell to his knees, his eyes filled with tears as his hands instinctively went to his groin in a futile attempt to relieve the pain. “My balls… my balls…” he muttered, his face contorted in suffering as he swayed slightly, trying to find some relief that wouldn’t come.

Seraphina, watching with an amused expression, let out a loud laugh. “I’d say that was a precise hit,” she said, a malicious smile on her face, not hiding the pleasure she took in seeing Armand in such a state. “Perhaps you should have protected those… precious orbs, Professor.”

Lilith took a few steps back, breathing deeply as she looked at the fallen professor. The sight was almost pathetic. The man who had challenged her, full of arrogance, was now on the ground, muttering incoherently about his crushed balls. She knew, at that moment, that the fight was already won. There was no longer any competition. He was vulnerable, and his weak points had been exposed in a humiliating way.

“So, Professor,” Lilith said, with a mocking tone in her voice. “Who would have thought your balls would be so… easy to hit? I expected more from you. But, well, it seems even the greatest mages have the same weakness, don’t they?”

Armand didn’t respond. He was still on the ground, his eyes closed, trying to manage the waves of pain that throbbed violently throughout his body.

Lilith slowly approached, stopping beside him, and leaned down slightly to whisper in his ear. “This was only the beginning. I’m still deciding what my next move will be… But I guarantee it’s going to be fun. For me, of course.”

As she said this, Armand remained on the ground, struggling to keep his composure while the pain in his balls dominated all his senses. Lilith, on the other hand, was fully in control, a malicious smile on her lips as she planned her next move, knowing that victory was already in her hands.

The tension in the air continued to build as Lilith observed Professor Armand still writhing on the ground. He tried to gather strength to stand, but his legs trembled, his eyes were filled with tears, and the pain in his balls seemed to have drained all his will to fight. He struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, his face still twisted, breathing heavily. Lilith, however, was unwilling to let him recover so easily.

“Constrictus Globus,” Lilith whispered, her hands moving in precise gestures, recalling instructions from Morgana’s book. She had learned that spell the previous night, and now was the perfect time to put it into practice. As soon as she finished casting the spell, an invisible force took hold of Armand's testicles, squeezing them with a terrible pressure.

Armand let out a high-pitched, desperate scream. His body fell back to the ground with a heavy thud, his hands immediately flying to his groin in an instinctive attempt to relieve the pain. He writhed, his groans filling the air with agony as tears streamed down his face. The invisible force of the spell was crushing his testicles in a cruel and relentless manner, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Lilith, standing above him, watched the scene with a smile on her face. She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly to the side, clearly enjoying the professor's suffering. “Oh, Armand, what a pathetic sight,” she taunted, her voice dripping with scorn. “Did you really think you stood a chance against me? I’m clearly superior to you, at least… in biology, hehe…”

She took a few steps around Armand’s fallen body, like a predator circling its prey. “You know, Professor, maybe I’ll let you out of this… but you’ll have to beg. Come on, tell me I’m superior. Go ahead, beg me to stop, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

The professor, still gasping for air, looked up, his eyes filled with pain and humiliation. His hands were still pressed against his groin, trying, unsuccessfully, to alleviate the invisible grip the spell held on his balls. He looked desperately at Seraphina, his last hope. “Please…” he murmured, in a trembling voice.

Seraphina, arms crossed, merely shrugged, clearly unconcerned with the professor’s suffering. “You got yourself into this, Armand. Now work it out. Who knows, maybe begging the student will actually work,” she said with a slight smile, making no effort to hide her disdain for the situation.

Armand grunted in frustration. He was cornered, his dignity practically shattered. His eyes filled with more tears as he looked up at Lilith, who now laughed at his misery. The pain in his balls was almost unbearable, and he knew that, with every second, his chances of escaping this humiliating situation diminished.

However, as Lilith continued to laugh, something unexpected happened. A rune, glowing with a faint, pulsating light, appeared beneath her feet. For a brief moment, she frowned, confused, as she watched the strange symbol glow on the ground. “What the hell is this…?” Lilith murmured, but before she could react, a violent shock coursed through her body, causing her muscles to contract painfully.

She tried to scream, but the shock paralyzed her voice, and her knees gave way, making her fall to her knees with a dull thud. Her wide eyes met Armand’s for a brief second, before another rune appeared above her, glowing even more intensely. The rune activated almost immediately, releasing a wave of magical energy that enveloped Lilith’s body.

The world around her darkened as the rune placed her in a deep sleep. She collapsed onto the ground, completely unconscious, her breathing now soft and regular. The spell "Constrictus Globus" dissipated the moment she lost consciousness, releasing the professor from his agony.

Seraphina watched everything with narrowed eyes, her mind finally beginning to piece together the puzzle. "Ah... so that's it," she murmured to herself, crossing her arms with a thoughtful look. "Armand had prepared the battlefield all along."

She approached the two of them, her heels echoing across the stone field as she looked at Lilith, now lying asleep on the ground. Then she looked at the professor, still on the ground, breathing heavily as he held his aching balls. "You’re a cunning strategist, professor," Seraphina said, her voice carrying a faint note of irritation. "You set up multiple rune traps before the fight, didn’t you?"

Armand, still writhing in pain, nodded slightly. "Y-Yes..." he managed to say between gasps.

Seraphina sighed, rolling her eyes. "That’s why I hired you, after all," she said with mild frustration. "But honestly, seeing you like this... crying over your balls... isn’t exactly the image of a grand victor, is it?"

The professor didn’t respond, only continued to groan in pain, holding his groin tightly. Seraphina's words only humiliated him further, but he knew she was right. He had won, technically, but at what cost?

Seraphina cast one last look at Lilith, lying unconscious on the ground, before turning back to Armand. "Well, as much as you're squirming like a crying baby there on the ground, you're the only one still conscious," she said with a tone of indifference. "Which means, as much as it irritates me to admit... you are the winner of this fight."

She took a step back, preparing to leave. "When you’re done being a crybaby and can walk again, get back to work, professor," she said, her voice firm and cutting. "And next time, perhaps protect your... valuables better." She let out a slight sarcastic laugh as she began to walk away.

Armand, still on the ground, just watched as Seraphina walked away, the feeling of humiliation growing within him. He had won, yes, but at such a high price that it barely felt like a victory. His eyes, still watery, turned to Lilith, and he knew that, at some point, she would return to settle the score.


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I think we've finally entered the path of the story, but I need to warn you, the story still doesn't have a "final objective", something to be followed and such, for now the 13 ready episodes are still in this "episode of the day" style, but I want to put an objective in the story, I'm just still thinking...


Oh, and finally Seraphina is appearing, she is my favorite character in this story, you will still see a lot of her!

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