Lillith - Chapter 10 - You're fired!

Attention, this is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults, over 18 years old!
Warning: this episode will involve half castration

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Lilith left Seraphina's room with renewed determination. The mission she’d been assigned—to find out who was responsible for burning books about the testicles of wizards—was intriguing and challenging. She knew that the male wizards at the school were always cautious, but she suspected the culprit would eventually reveal themselves somehow. As she walked down the halls, she began reflecting on the school's male professors. Most of the men there had been castrated or severely punished at some point, courtesy of Seraphina. However, this didn’t make them any less suspicious—on the contrary, the constant humiliation could very well have planted the desire for revenge in one of them.

She decided she would observe several professors before focusing on one. Her first target was Professor Lorin, a specialist in defensive enchantments. She watched him as he walked to the classroom, carrying an ancient grimoire. Lorin was known for his competence, but Lilith noticed a curious detail: every time he bent down to pick something up, his seemingly large testicles swung uncomfortably, forcing him to adjust his posture. At one point, while placing the grimoire on the desk, his sack brushed against a corner, and he let out a muffled groan of pain. “Interesting,” Lilith thought, a malicious smile on her lips. “He can’t even handle his own body, let alone deal with any serious sabotage.”

However, after following Lorin for a while, she concluded that he didn’t seem to be the culprit. He was too meticulous and showed no interest in biological topics or magical anatomy books.

The next professor on her list was Beltran, responsible for summoning classes. Beltran had a more robust build, and Lilith noticed that his magical attire was tailored to hide his sensitive jewels. It was as if he was aware of the constant risk he ran with something so voluminous between his legs. During a class, he summoned a mystical creature, a small golem, and in the process, made a mistake that caused the creature to fall directly onto his lap. Lilith watched with satisfaction as the impact struck his testicles. Beltran froze in pain for a few seconds before managing to dissipate the golem. His eyes watered, and his voice trembled as he resumed the class. “These accidents are more common than I imagined,” Lilith thought with an ironic smile.

Despite the hilarious scenes, Lilith found no evidence that Beltran was involved with the missing books. She continued observing, analyzing every behavioral detail, until she finally found someone who caught her attention: Professor Horace.

Horace was one of the most discreet teachers at the school. He taught magical biology and almost never participated in social events among wizards, always keeping to himself. His behavior had always been peculiar, and this aroused Lilith’s curiosity. She began following him more closely. During her observations, she noticed that he often avoided discussions about male vulnerabilities, especially when the topic involved testicles. Something about him seemed... uncomfortable, as if he were hiding something.

One afternoon, while Lilith was on watch, she saw Horace heading towards the library. He was carrying some scrolls and seemed to be in a hurry. Without hesitation, Lilith followed him from a distance, hiding in the shadows of the corridors. However, instead of entering the library, Horace veered off towards the biology section. Lilith smiled. “Bingo,” she thought. The biology section was where most books on magical anatomy, including those about testicles, were kept.

She remembered the traps Seraphina had placed in the nearby corridors to protect the remaining books. They were magical traps designed specifically for men, targeting their testicles as a form of instant debilitation. The interesting detail, however, was that the teachers hadn’t been informed about the traps—only Seraphina and Lilith knew of their existence.

Horace, distracted and unsuspecting, kept walking. The first trap was triggered when he stepped over a rune concealed on the floor. A surge of energy shone beneath his feet, and in an instant, a barrage of stones shot up, striking his testicles. Horace let out a strangled scream and dropped to his knees, his hands instinctively going to the source of his pain. His groans filled the hallway, and Lilith, watching from a distance, could barely contain her laughter. She leaned against the wall, watching as the professor writhed in pain for a long five minutes.

But he didn’t have much time to recover. As he tried to stand, he stumbled onto another rune. This time, a large ball of energy appeared, launching directly at his scrotum. The precision and speed of the energy ball were surprising; as it came into contact with Horace’s sack, it morphed, “embracing” his orbs and delivering a constant shock. Horace let out another piercing scream and fell again, curling up in agony. His fingers trembled as he tried to pull away the electric lines penetrating his precious jewels, but each time he touched the line, his fingers were also electrocuted.

Lilith watched it all with an amused gleam in her eyes. The professor lay there, groaning and writhing on the floor for over fifteen minutes, unable to cope with the pain radiating from his sack.

For fifteen more minutes, Horace lay there, groaning and writhing on the floor. Lilith, watching closely, could hardly believe he was still trying to continue his journey.

Finally, when the spell dissipated, Horace, exhausted and completely defeated, crawled to a shelf of biology books. His hands trembled as he picked up an old, bulky book—on the anatomy of wizards' testicles.

He looked around, unaware that Lilith was watching, and hid the book inside his robes. Lilith smiled. “Bingo,” she whispered to herself. She finally had her answer. Horace was the culprit.

Now, it was only a matter of how she would handle it.


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Lilith, excited by her discovery, immediately ran to Seraphina's office, barely able to contain the satisfied smile spreading across her face. Seraphina was busy reviewing some old papers when Lilith entered and, without hesitation, shared her findings.

"I know who it is," Lilith said triumphantly. "It's Professor Horace. I saw him take the book about testicles and hide it."

Seraphina, wasting no time, smiled. "I knew you’d find the culprit." She snapped her fingers, and, as if by magic, Horace appeared in the room, bound by mystical ropes that held him firmly. He was completely helpless, his body wrapped in magical restraints that tightened every time he tried to move.

"What... what is this?" Horace asked, his voice filled with confusion and fear.

Seraphina walked slowly over to him, her hand calmly reaching for the coat Horace was wearing. "Let's see..." She slipped her hand into his coat, rummaging through the inner pockets until her fingers found what she was looking for. "Ah, got it!" With a quick pull, Seraphina retrieved the book he had stolen. Horace’s face turned pale instantly.

"Damn!" he shouted, desperately trying to cast a spell, even with his hands bound. His eyes glinted with despair, and his mouth began muttering magical words quickly. Lilith and Seraphina were caught off guard by his attempt, but Valerya, ever alert, was more than ready. With deadly precision, she stepped forward and delivered a brutal punch between the professor's legs. The impact was so intense that Horace's right testicle practically "hugged" Valerya's hand, crushed with such force that his entire body trembled.

Horace couldn’t even scream from the pain, his spell interrupted before he could complete it. He let out a deep groan, his legs trembling as his eyes filled with tears. His body leaned forward, instinctively trying to protect what was left of his sensitive parts. Valerya, on the other hand, watched the scene with disdain, her hand still gripping the professor's scrotum as he writhed in agony.

"That was just the beginning," Seraphina said with a smile. She turned to Lilith, who watched the scene with eyes gleaming in curiosity. "Want to see what a magical castration looks like?"

Lilith's face lit up with excitement, her eyes practically dancing with anticipation. "Yes, please!" she replied, barely able to hide her enthusiasm.

Horace immediately began to beg, his voice trembling and desperate. "Please... no... don’t do this... I need them... please!" He tried to squirm, but the magical restraints held him in place, completely at the mercy of the three women.

Seraphina leaned closer to Horace, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh, the great man is afraid of losing his little friends, huh?" She chuckled, savoring each word as Horace struggled futilely. "What are you going to do without them? Cry yourself to sleep every night, mourning your little lost jewels? Or will you feel empty, knowing you’ll never use magic again?"

Horace continued to plead, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. "Please... I... I can't... please, no!"

Seraphina sighed, feigning pity. "Oh, what a shame. So sad to see a man beg like that." She raised her hand, beginning to murmur a complex enchantment. "Let's start with the right one, shall we? After all, it seems a bit damaged after Valerya’s punch."

She began tracing circles in the air with her fingers, and a dark purple aura enveloped Horace’s scrotum. He twisted in agony as the magic squeezed and distorted his right testicle, as if an invisible hand were slowly crushing it. The sound that echoed through the room was of flesh being forced to expand beyond its capacity.

"You signed the contract, Horace, remember? Burning the school’s books is considered treason, censorship of information, Horace!" The magic grew stronger, the purple aura now shrinking, as if becoming more concentrated.

"Now... breach of contract, Horace, in a school is a serious offense, and the law allows the headmistress to apply the severe penalty of taking away half of a wizard’s magic!" The aura grew smaller and smaller, while the testicle seemed to be swelling, and swelling until suddenly...

"Pop!" Horace’s right testicle burst in an instant, the distinctive sound filling the room. Horace’s body arched forward, a scream of pure pain escaping his throat. His eyes rolled back as he screamed, his voice broken by the intensity of the agony coursing through his body. Lilith watched with wide eyes and a malicious smile on her lips.

"Ahhh," Seraphina said with a look of satisfaction. "The sound of a good 'pop.' Always so satisfying, don’t you think, Lilith?"

Lilith laughed, moving closer to observe. "Wow... the volume just vanished..." she said with a touch of sadism, looking at what was left of Horace’s right testicle. "So soft and... crushed."

Seraphina chuckled and continued. "Now... unfortunately, the law doesn’t allow me to pop both, but... it doesn’t say anything about torturing you, does it?"

Horace was nearly fainting, and Valerya noticed this, casting a spell on him to wake him instantly. The moment he regained consciousness, he returned to feeling the pain from his former ball, screaming in agony.

"Thank you, Valerya..." Seraphina began to inscribe a spell in the air.

"You know, Lilith, Morgana used that spell on Armand the other day, didn’t she?"

A gleam appeared in Lilith's eyes.

"What do you think about putting it on him too?"

Lilith nodded eagerly. "YES, YES!"

With another movement of her fingers, another aura appeared around the remaining testicle.

"Please... please... I’ll do anything!" he whimpered, but his pleas were ignored.

"Omelettes require patience," Seraphina said, her voice smooth and dangerous. "You heat them slowly, let the ingredients blend... until they’re ready to turn into a delicious mess." She smiled as the left testicle began to be squeezed, gradually.

"And now... the finishing touch," she pointed at him. "DESTINY OF A MAN!"

The left testicle was crushed with immense force, just like what happened to Armand. Horace began to scream in agony.

"MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, AAAAHHHH!"

Seraphina sighed in satisfaction and stepped back, admiring her work. "Perfect omelet," she commented, with a triumphant smile.

Valerya, who had watched the entire scene with her typical disdain, looked at Seraphina and asked, "So, what should we do?"

Seraphina smiled. "Oh... well, he’ll suffer for a while. Please, throw him into the forest next to the school. When he stops crying like a baby, maybe he can make his way back home."

Valerya nodded, and Seraphina turned to Lilith. "Your work was excellent; thank you for the help! You’ll be able to choose which subject you’ll get extra points in later." She turned to Horace.
"Horace, you’re fired!"

Seraphina left the room, leaving Valerya to handle the situation.

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This episode was a lot of work... I had to replace half of it, I rewrote a lot, a lot of things, but that's it, I wanted to take it out right away, but it would be a lot more work to explain this episode disappearing in the middle of the story... so, this is not an episode that I like, but sometimes someone might find it good, in the next episode we will meet Professor Esmeralda!

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