Lillith - Chapter 13 - The Cycle Always Continues

Attention, this is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults, over 18 years old!


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Armand staggered through the hallways of the magic school, his body still marked by the recent duel with Esmeralda. The pain was sharp and almost uncontrollable, echoing from his testicles, and he walked with calculated steps to avoid worsening it. As he approached his classroom, he saw a familiar figure at the door: Emma.

Emma was a charming, petite young woman with short, fiery red hair that gleamed like live embers, complemented by a large, slightly worn witch’s hat that gave her a mysterious air. Her face was delicate, and she wore round glasses that highlighted her attentive and intelligent eyes, always observing everything with curiosity. Despite her loving and gentle nature, she had an impressive presence: her breasts were enormous, a clear sign of her skill and prodigious intelligence, making her an exceptional student. Unlike many other witches, Emma preferred a more modest look, wearing a black cloak over her uniform. Even without being revealing, the cloak, tight around her chest and hips, accentuated her abundant curves, making her unique figure impossible to ignore. As Esmeralda’s niece and Armand’s personally chosen assistant, Emma was highly respected and held a deep admiration and platonic love for him, which she kept secret.

The moment she spotted him, her eyes widened in concern, and she rushed over to him.

"Armand!" — Emma called out, reaching her hand toward him. — "Are you alright? You look like... uh, something happened..."

Armand smiled, but it was a forced smile, reflecting his pain and exhaustion.

"Ah, come in, please!" — she said, pulling him into the room. As he entered, Emma gently closed the door behind them and looked back at him, her eyes sincere and attentive. — "Was it another witch... messing with you again? You know, especially... down... there?"

Armand sighed and nodded, visibly frustrated.

"It was your aunt Esmeralda..." — he replied, with an exhausted tone. — "I challenged her to a duel to decide who would teach Lillith."

Emma pouted. Mentioning her aunt didn’t sit well with her; her relationship with Esmeralda was tense, and she always disagreed with her aunt’s brutal methods.

"That woman..." — murmured Emma, crossing her arms with a displeased expression, which caused her breasts to bounce slightly, making Armand look away quickly, blushing a little. — "Do you want me to help with the pain?" — she asked, approaching him cautiously.

Armand took a step back, with a hesitant smile.

"No, no... it’ll ease up soon," — he replied, trying to sound more convincing than he actually felt.

Emma nodded, accepting his response, but unable to hide her concern. She walked over to her desk and started gathering some papers and study materials, glancing at him as he walked to his desk and sat down heavily. He spread his legs to relieve the weight of his balls, which rested, heavy, on the desk with a faint, muffled impact. Emma noticed, and as much as she tried to look away, she couldn’t help but glance at the sight. A subtle smile slipped for a moment, and she thought to herself that, someday, she wanted to own that pair.

Emma shook her head to push the thoughts away and began organizing some sheets on the table.

"Alright, Armand! I’ll go over a few ideas I had for the next classes; I hope they help!" — she said cheerfully, her voice soft and encouraging. — "Here on the first sheet, for example, I thought of a concentration potion. For it, I chose the Citron plant, you know? With it, you could teach the students to stay focused for hours, something really useful before important exams..."

Armand watched as she explained; the tone of her voice was comforting, even though his mind was still scattered with pain. Emma picked up the second sheet, moving a little closer to him as she explained.

"And on this other one — she said, pointing to her notes — we have the Energy Potion. For it, I thought of using Red Root, which has incredible revitalizing properties! This potion not only boosts energy but also helps the user recover faster from small injuries."

Emma moved to the third sheet, her voice becoming more enthusiastic as she spoke.

"The next one is a special formula that uses Jade powder! It’s perfect for the Calm Potion. It’s great for anyone needing to calm down quickly, especially after an intense duel like the one you had with my aunt..." — She cast a glance at Armand, who smirked ironically.

"Yes, it would be quite useful right now..." — Armand replied, trying to relax a bit more as she continued.

"And finally, on the fourth sheet, we have the Endurance Potion! For this, I chose Golden Moss Extract. This will increase the physical endurance of students in training!" — explained Emma, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.

Armand listened in silence; her voice was almost like an antidote to his pain, a gentle and comforting presence in contrast to Esmeralda’s intensity. He relaxed even more, resting the weight of his balls on the desk, making them almost impossible to ignore, drawing Emma’s attention in an irremediable way.

Then something came to her mind, and she exclaimed:

"Oh! I remembered a book I think you’ll be interested in!"

She turned toward the shelf at the back of the room and reached out to grab the top volume. The height was a challenge, but Emma stood on her tiptoes, her small frame stretching to reach the book. Unsuccessful, she made a sudden movement, propelling herself forcefully to grab it.

"There!" — she said, managing to grab it.

But at that moment, several other volumes lost their balance and began to fall. In a desperate reaction, Emma tried to push the books away with her hand, but one of them, particularly large and heavy, slid directly toward Armand.

*THUD!*

The sound echoed through the room as the book, ironically titled *The Biology of Eggs*, landed with direct impact on Armand’s right testicle. He froze for a second, as did Emma, who had witnessed the disaster. Armand's face twisted in a mixture of pain and disbelief, and then, a deep groan escaped his throat.

"Urrgh..." — Armand's groan seemed to fill the room as he clutched his hands over the impacted area, doubling over.

Emma, horrified, came down from the shelf and rushed to him, her hands covering her mouth in distress.

"Armand! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry! I... I didn’t mean to do that! It was an accident, I swear!" — she said quickly, almost breathless. — "It’s just... your balls are so... I mean, big and kind of noticeable and... " She suddenly stopped, realizing what she’d just said, and her face flushed with embarrassment. — "No, no! That’s not what I meant! They’re just... they were just there!" — she murmured, shrinking back, mortified.

Armand could only respond with another groan, his face twisted in pain.

Emma took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Then, trying to regain her composure, she asked:

"Do you... do you want me to heal you?"

Armand, still unable to speak, groaned in response.

She gave a little giggle; despite everything, it was a bit comical.

"I understand..." — she replied with a slight smile. Raising her hand, Emma carefully positioned it over the injured testicle. A gentle green aura began to emanate from her palm, enveloping the area with healing energy. Gradually, the pain seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sensation of relief that relaxed Armand’s muscles.

The professor sighed, feeling the tension melt away and calm return to his body. Emma continued the spell for a few moments, her expression full of tenderness as she looked at him.

"Thank you, Emma... aghn... so... what book were you trying to grab?" — Armand asked with a grateful smile, finally pulling himself together.

Emma, still trying to compose herself, jumped a little, saying,
"Oh, right! Yes!"

She turned, grabbing the book behind her. "Here... you mentioned Lillith wasn’t able to keep up with the lessons, so how about we try starting from the basics again, with a brief summary of all the potions you’ve taught? This book has them summarized in a simple and easy way..."

The two continued planning the classes.

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The door to Seraphina's office burst open with a sudden bang, revealing Esmeralda, who entered with determined steps, her heels echoing angrily through the hall. Her expression was a mix of frustration and exasperation, and she wasted no time before blurting out:

"I can’t, I just can’t! That girl is unbelievably dumb!" Esmeralda’s voice was like thunder, cutting through the silence.

Across the desk, Seraphina, exhausted after a long day sorting through mountains of paperwork, sighed and lowered her head, as if wishing to disappear for a moment. She rested her forehead on the wood, muttering to herself without even looking up at Esmeralda.

"Again, Esmeralda… what is it this time?"

Beside Seraphina, Valerya leaned in and gently whispered in her ear, "Shall I send her away, Seraphina?" The assistant’s calm, discreet tone was almost a soothing melody. But Seraphina simply raised a hand in a waiting gesture, signaling Valerya to let Esmeralda vent.

“Forgive me, Seraphina, but that girl is so stupid!” Esmeralda almost shouted.

Seraphina looked at her, narrowing her eyes with a mixture of exhaustion and impatience. “Just like every other student in this college, according to you, Esmeralda?” Sarcasm was evident in Seraphina’s voice.

Esmeralda hesitated, taking a deep breath as if trying to contain her fury. “More… more than all the stupid students in this school!” she yelled, slamming a pile of papers on Seraphina’s desk so hard that some nearly flew off.

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, picking up the sheets and flipping through them quickly. The notes, scribbled and messy, showed Esmeralda’s failed attempts at teaching Lilith, a student who seemed incapable of mastering even the simplest potions. Seraphina frowned as she read, disbelief spreading across her face.

“How… how can anyone make a simple healing potion explode?” Seraphina put her hand on her head. “What the hell…?”

Esmeralda crossed her arms and huffed. “I can’t take it anymore! I’m not teaching this girl! Send her back to Armand’s crystal balls!”

Seraphina sighed, taking a deep breath to maintain her composure. “Valerya, please, call Armand to come here.”

Valerya nodded, leaving the room with swift, discreet steps. Once she was gone, Seraphina turned back to Esmeralda, her expression serious. “Lilith is a complex case. She’s definitely a prodigy, as much as Emma.”

At the mention of Emma, Esmeralda grimaced, muttering under her breath, “So much potential wasted…”

Seraphina ignored the remark, continuing with patience. “Unlike Emma, Lilith seems to learn extremely complex things with ease but fails at the simplest ones... Perhaps, with a bit of patience, we can set her on the right path.”

Seraphina looked over the notes, pondering as she murmured to herself, “I wonder if assigning Armand to give her private lessons would work… focusing solely on her, without other students…”

But Seraphina soon remembered a detail that complicated the idea. She sighed, thinking of Armand's large testicles, an irresistible target for impulsive students like Lilith. “Oh… there's that... she’d probably try something with his… parts.”

At that moment, the door opened, and Valerya returned, giving a slight nod. “Armand is on his way, ma’am.”

A few seconds later, Armand’s figure appeared at the door, a slight smile playing on his lips as he saw Seraphina. “Phina, did you call?”

The nickname sent a small shiver down Seraphina's spine, remembering the times when the two were closer, sharing moments as study buddies, she missed those moments... missed... spending time with him?... She shook her head lightly, pushing those thoughts out of her head, making the curls of her hair and the swell of her breasts sway subtly as she concentrated.

“Yes, Armand, come in.” She gestured to the chair firmly.

Armand took a few steps in, and Esmeralda’s gaze obviously fell on Armand’s well-known “weak spots.” She raised an eyebrow, casting a provocative look, but Armand ignored her, staying impassive.

“We’re considering assigning Lilith back to you, Armand,” Seraphina explained as he listened patiently. “But this time, it would be outside regular class hours, with private lessons just for her.”

Before she could continue with more details, the door swung open with a bang.

“Morgana?!” Seraphina exclaimed, surprised, while Valerya already prepared to confront the intruder, her fist clenched. Seraphina, however, raised her hand to stop the assistant from reacting.

Morgana’s eyes were filled with desperation, an expression rarely seen on her confident face. “WHERE IS LILITH?!”

The tension in the room was palpable as everyone looked at Esmeralda, who shrugged with a bored expression. “It’s… lunchtime, isn’t it? She’s probably in the courtyard or something.”

Esmeralda’s response only heightened Morgana’s panic, and she yelled, nearly desperate, “FIND HER, NOW!”

Morgana was clearly in a panic... everyone's eyes met... Seraphina was the first to stand up and shouted,
“YOU HEARD HER, CMON!!”

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Finally... finally we're here... and oh boy, things are going to get interesting!
Emma wasn't my idea! Emma was a character thought up by a reader, I liked the character so much that I decided to include her, she won't be an EXTREMELY important character to the plot, but she could be a very recurring character... and well... it's a slightly different view of affection in this world full of sadists haha!

And well... what was Morgana so afraid of?...


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