Lilith - Chapter 26 - Six in One!

Attention, this is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults, over 18 years old!
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Okay… this is another really long one…

Two episodes in one week, yay! Don’t get used to it, though. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll ever go back to the posting frequency I had a little while ago, but I’m not going to abandon the story either! I’ll keep posting bit by bit.

So, this was the idea I had for the previous episode. It’s a pretty long one and has ballbusting only at the end, but… I think this might be my favorite scene in the entire series. Enjoy!

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The morning after resting at the campsite was cold, with a light mist covering the ground and the smell of damp earth that Lillith loved so much. The group followed the narrow trail, which wound its way through dense trees. The sound of light footsteps on dry leaves broke the tranquil silence of the forest.

As they approached the city, the contrast was striking. The architecture was standardized, unlike what Emma and Lillith were used to. Small flags with unknown symbols hung between the posts, swaying gently in the wind.

Noticing the girls' fascination, Armand explained as they walked:
“This region is very different from what we’re accustomed to. Here, magic directly influences the climate, architecture, and even people’s behavior. By crossing the border, we entered a territory with vastly different cultures and circumstances.”

Emma looked around with curiosity, absorbing every detail, while Lillith made mental notes to use this information later.

Shortly after, they arrived at a wide, bustling square where a marketplace was in full swing. The square was surrounded by symmetrical buildings, and colorful tents filled the center. The stalls were adorned with shiny fabrics, displaying rare magical products such as shimmering potions, floating scrolls, and glowing crystals that changed color depending on who touched them.

Luminar approached Armand.
“I need to stop by one of these shops to buy a few things I owe Stellar.”
Armand nodded briefly and, turning to Emma and Lillith, said:
“We’re going into a shop. Stay close.”

The group walked down a side corridor, moving away from the noise of the main market, and arrived at a narrow alley. The atmosphere there was darker, with less magical light illuminating the area. The shop was hidden at the end of the alley, with a simple wooden door and a small golden sign that glowed faintly.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Armand asked, glancing suspiciously around.

“I buy here almost every time I visit this city; it’s fine,” Luminar replied confidently, pushing the door open.

A small bell above the door chimed, and the smell of fresh herbs and incense filled the air. The shop was cozy, with wooden shelves crammed with various magical items. Bottles of bubbling liquids glowed in shades of green and purple, while small talismans floated inside glass domes. The floor was covered with a worn red rug, and a fireplace in the corner emitted a gentle warmth.

Behind the counter, a young blonde woman with blue eyes and curly hair, dressed in an elegant black dress, sipped tea from a delicate cup. She looked at the visitors with a neutral smile.
“Welcome, how can I help you?” she said, still holding the cup in her hand.

As she observed the group, her eyes quickly passed over Luminar and the girls but stopped on Armand. Her gaze instinctively dropped and fixed on the noticeable bulge in his pants. Her expression froze, and she spat out her tea, choking violently.

“Oh, are you okay?” Lillith asked, stepping closer with a tone of genuine concern.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” the woman replied, trying to regain her composure, though her mind was in chaos. *“What’s the size of his balls?! This is unnatural! He must be an incredibly powerful mage!”*

She cleared her throat and smiled nervously. “Right, where was I? Oh, yes, how can I help you?”

Luminar began discussing the items he needed to purchase with the woman, while Armand, Emma, and Lillith explored the shop.

Emma stopped in front of a shelf filled with glowing crystals. Each crystal emitted a faint hum and seemed to pulse with its own energy. She reached out to pick up a particularly beautiful purple crystal. As soon as her fingers touched the crystal, a small spark jumped, making her let out a light yelp of surprise.

“Are you okay?” Armand asked, glancing at her over his shoulder.

“Yes, I just didn’t expect it to be... interactive,” Emma replied, laughing lightly as she rubbed her fingers.

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At the back of the shop, behind the large stained-glass window that divided the room, a faint yellow glow illuminated the space, casting soft shadows on the faces of the three figures seated at the table. The room was narrow, lined with shelves filled with magical artifacts and ancient books. At the center stood a round wooden table, worn with use, where a magical teapot rested, keeping the tea warm and releasing a constant stream of steam.

Three people were present, two of them familiar faces. Brad leaned back in his chair with a relaxed but watchful expression. He spun a small magical sphere in his hand, making it glow with a faint green hue. His arm, previously injured, was now completely healed, with no visible scars. Beside him sat Synthila, his twin sister, who idly manipulated her dark orb, watching it float slightly above her palm. The third person, a young woman with tied-back hair and a simple but well-maintained uniform, held a cup of tea, swinging her legs casually.

"You’ve been sitting here with us for about 20 minutes. Won’t your boss get mad at you?" Synthila asked, not taking her eyes off the orb.

The young woman chuckled and replied, "Nah, remember those three 20-minute breaks? I asked her to combine them into one. Now I get a full hour. Besides, it’s not like she’s here to supervise. Speaking of which, how’s work been? Since you left, you haven’t said much about it..."

Synthila sighed, clearly annoyed by the topic, but tried to mask it. "Oh… it’s… interesting, I guess..."

The other woman raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Doesn’t sound like you’re enjoying it much, haha."

"Don’t get me wrong, it’s fine. But, first of all, it’s not really a job... it’s hard to explain." Synthila paused, looking at the ceiling as if searching for the right words to describe her frustration. "But one thing that pisses me off is being in a magical combat team and having a man above me in the team’s power hierarchy. Like... hello?! A man?!"

She huffed, gesturing dramatically, almost knocking the dark orb off the table.

"I mean, just because he’s got that little immortality and regeneration gimmick, blah, blah, blah. But in battles against me, he always ends up whining about his pathetic balls after falling under my blood spell... So why is he still ‘superior’? Huh?!"

Brad, who had been observing the conversation with little emotion, shrugged. "The boss probably has her reasons."

"Besides," he continued, "Torne doesn’t just share his immortality and regeneration with the rest of the team; he also has a lot of other powerful abilities. I think it’s a matter of utility to the group."

Synthila raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Utility? That word coming from you is ironic. The guy who was almost fired..."

Brad grimaced, but before he could respond, Synthila’s gaze shifted toward the stained glass, narrowing her eyes. She could see the customers inside the shop.

"Hey… that guy…"

Brad followed his sister’s gaze and spotted Armand, who was examining a shelf of magical items.

"The tough professor from the magic school?!" Brad asked, incredulous.

"Tough?! I would’ve crushed his balls if that damn b*tch hadn’t punched me out of the school," Synthila said angrily, clenching her fist on the table.

The young woman with tied-back hair looked in the direction they indicated. She spotted Luminar, calmly talking to the shop attendant at the counter.

"Huh? The blond guy? He’s a regular customer, comes here a lot to buy stuff."

"Not the blond one, damn it. The guy with the enormous balls."

Finally, the young woman noticed Armand and widened her eyes at the absurd bulge in his pants.

"Holy sh*t?! They’re gigantic! What the hell?!"

Synthila crossed her arms, wearing a bitter expression. "Yeah, and they were in my hands for a few seconds... I was going to destroy those things, but..."

Brad began to stand, his expression hardening as energy began to circulate around his body.

"Then it’s time for us to get some payback."

He started walking toward the door with determined steps, his eyes glowing a deep red, signaling that he was already channeling offensive magic.

Synthila reacted quickly. Without hesitation, she stood up and backhanded her brother’s balls with enough force to make him lose his balance and drop to his knees.

"Ugh... damn it! What the hell?!" Brad groaned, clutching his abdomen as tears welled up in his eyes from the sudden pain.

"Are you an idiot?! You’re going to do this here?! These guys will leave the city soon enough. We’ll follow them and catch them off guard in the middle of the forest!"

Brad grumbled but eventually agreed. He slowly got up, still trembling.

"Haha, it must suck being a mage carrying those things around. She didn’t even hit you hard, and your powers seemed to vanish instantly," the young woman with tied-back hair commented, laughing at the scene.

Synthila gave her an intrigued look. "You’d make a good witch... maybe your powers just haven’t awakened yet."

The young woman simply shrugged, still laughing as she watched Brad massage his groin.

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Armand and the group finally left the shop, continuing their walk through the city streets. The two professors assisted Emma and Lillith as they navigated the bustling crowd, while Brad and Synthila trailed them from the rooftops of the nearby buildings.

Eventually, the group entered the forest, pressing deeper into its dense terrain. Luminar led at the front, his carefree expression unchanging. Above them, among the tree branches, Synthila and Brad moved cautiously. Each step was meticulously calculated to avoid making any noise, while the high canopies' shadows kept them concealed. Synthila, a faint smile on her lips, watched the movements below with a predatory glint in her eyes.

“They’re going deeper into the forest, just as we planned,” Synthila whispered, glancing at her brother.

Suddenly, the group below halted. Armand raised his hand in a silent gesture, and everyone froze. Closing his eyes, he focused as a faint green glow emanated from his closed palm.

"Just a moment," he said in a serious tone.

Emma and Lillith exchanged confused looks, while Luminar tilted his head curiously. The light in Armand’s hand grew rapidly, condensing into a small, glowing stake. Without warning, he hurled the projectile at high speed toward a nearby tree.

**THUNK!**

The green stake embedded itself in the wood, just millimeters away from Synthila’s chest as she hid behind the tree trunk. She froze momentarily, her breathing quickening as she analyzed the projectile’s impact.

“Millimeters…” she muttered under her breath. For a second, she silently thanked her lack of power compared to Eliza—if her breasts had been slightly bigger, she’d have been done for.

She stepped out from behind the tree, straightening her posture and cracking her knuckles as if nothing had happened.

“Well, well, the great wizard, huh? Detecting my presence so quickly?” Synthila said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“And I know you’re not alone,” Armand replied firmly. “The other mage can come out, too.”

As if accepting the challenge, Brad stepped out from behind a nearby tree, his expression confident.

“Wait… I know you…” Armand murmured, narrowing his eyes.

Emma’s eyes widened as she recognized Brad, recalling the attack at the academy and how Armand had protected her. A shiver ran down her spine, but she tried to maintain her composure, instinctively stepping closer to Lillith.

Armand began to push the group backward, keeping his eyes on the two adversaries.

"Luminar, stay ready. These two are more dangerous than anyone we’ve faced so far," he warned gravely.

Luminar nodded, adopting a combat stance, his expression now serious.

Synthila stepped forward, pointing at Armand with a malicious smile.

“Oh, come on… did you really think you could escape us?” She paused, crossing her arms. “I came so close—*so close*—to crushing your precious jewels last time. You only escaped by pure luck… Luck that won’t happen again.”

“Okay, what the hell is going on—” Luminar began, but his sentence was cut short as Synthila conjured a glowing purple orb in her hand and hurled it toward them.

The orb sliced through the air with impressive speed, forcing Armand and Luminar to dive to the sides to avoid it.

“Damn it! I already told you I’m not a combat mage!” Luminar shouted, scrambling to his feet.

“Then learn to fight now! Because you’ll need it to survive here!” Armand yelled back, his voice cutting through the growing chaos.

Meanwhile, Brad charged toward the two, his left hand beginning to glow with an orange light, a clear sign of his explosive magic. Armand reacted quickly, using gravity magic to alter the orb's trajectory and send it hurtling toward Brad instead.

Brad, however, responded skillfully, creating a small explosion beneath his feet to propel himself sideways, easily avoiding the impact.

“Explosive magic, huh?” Luminar muttered, observing the movement.

Synthila wasted no time. Regaining control of the orb, she summoned it back to her palm as she advanced rapidly, closing the distance between herself and Armand.

Remembering their last battle, Armand shouted to Luminar:

“DON’T LET HER LAND ANY CUTTING ATTACKS! IF SHE GETS YOUR BLOOD, YOU’RE DONE! KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM HER AT ALL COSTS!”

Absorbing the warning, Luminar used teleportation magic to leap onto a tall tree, gaining a strategic vantage point as he watched the chaos unfold below.

Armand used his wind magic with precision to create a safe distance between himself and Synthila. The impact of the gust displaced leaves and dust, creating a clear path between him and his allies. However, in the process, he failed to notice that he was also moving away from Emma and Lillith. As he regained his balance, he looked up to see Brad charging straight toward the two girls.

“COWARD! YOU BASTARD!” Armand shouted, his voice echoing through the trees. His anger was palpable, almost manifesting physically as he tried to rush forward to protect them. But Synthila blocked his path, hurling her purple orb with precision. The sphere passed dangerously close to his face, slicing a strand of his hair and leaving a deep mark on the tree bark beside him.

“You’re not getting past me, Armand...” Synthila said with a calm yet sadistic tone, a provocative smile curving her lips.

Meanwhile, Lillith and Emma stood face-to-face with Brad, who advanced without hesitation.

“Don’t underestimate us, you idiot!” Lillith shouted, raising both hands and firing an electric blast toward Brad. The electricity crackled through the air with an intense snap, but Brad, with a quick burst of explosive magic, dodged effortlessly to the side.

“You’ll have to do better than that, lettuce-head,” Brad mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. He used another explosion to propel himself forward, redirecting his trajectory with yet another controlled blast, launching himself full force toward Lillith.

His kick landed brutally on the side of her head. The impact sent Lillith crashing to the ground with a dull thud. She tried to get up but felt the sharp, throbbing pain in her head.
“Don’t make me laugh...”

Brad wasted no time and turned to Emma, who stood frozen, watching the scene unfold. He launched another explosive boost to gain momentum, spinning mid-air and delivering a devastating kick to her face. The impact sent Emma flying to the side, landing amidst dry leaves and exposed roots.

From the ground, Lillith watched the scene almost in slow motion, feeling guilt and desperation take over. She thought about how Emma, despite being more powerful, always seemed to either freeze or panic in critical moments like these.

High up in a tree, Luminar observed the situation with a knot in his stomach. He hated combat. He wasn’t trained for it, and this was already the third confrontation he’d been dragged into since the journey began. But seeing Emma and Lillith on the ground, something inside him shifted.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this...” Luminar murmured to himself before teleporting directly above Brad.

Brad, distracted as he prepared to attack again, didn’t anticipate the move. Luminar descended with a magically enhanced kick directly to Brad’s back, sending him flying. Brad stabilized himself mid-air with another explosion, landing on his feet, his expression now filled with irritation.

Meanwhile, the battle between Armand and Synthila raged on fiercely. Consumed by anger, Armand seemed to have doubled his magical output. Every move he made was charged with force and determination. He alternated between rapid physical strikes and precise spells, giving Synthila no room to breathe.

Synthila attempted to retreat and create space to use her orb again, but Armand didn’t let up. He constantly pressured her, forcing her into desperate defensive maneuvers. In a rare opening, Armand concentrated his energy and delivered a wind-enhanced punch straight to Synthila’s stomach. The impact was so strong it sent her flying, slamming her into the trunk of a tree.

Wasting no time, Armand turned to check on the rest of the battle. He saw Luminar facing Brad alone and, beyond that, Emma and Lillith still on the ground, injured.

“I need to take care of them first...” Armand murmured, his priorities clear.

Rushing over to Emma and Lillith, he knelt beside them, quickly casting basic healing spells. A greenish light enveloped his hands as he moved them over the girls’ wounds.

“Are you okay?” he asked, breathless.

Emma nodded silently, while Lillith slowly pushed herself up. “I’ve been better...” Lillith replied with a tired smile.

Armand knew that healing alone wouldn’t be enough. He began casting a series of protective spells. A translucent shield formed around the two, followed by a glow that increased their mana flow and strengthened their magical abilities.

“This is going to drain me, but you need it. Stick together and hold your ground,” Armand instructed, his voice firm but marked by exhaustion.

Lillith and Emma felt their energy returning, their bodies more resilient and their powers amplified. Both now stood fully upright, ready to fight back.

As Armand finished the spells, he felt a sharp pang of fatigue. His mana had been significantly drained, but he knew he had no other choice.

**BOOM**

As if the very air had been violently ripped from its place. Emma, Lillith, and Armand instinctively turned their faces toward the source of the sound. **Luminar appeared, flying in their direction**, holding a glowing shield of light, like an anchor of protection amidst the chaos. His expression was laden with urgency and exhaustion, the weight of the battle evident in his movements.

Armand acted quickly, launching himself into the air with the agility of a furious wind. He **grabbed Luminar by the arm at the exact moment** to cushion the impact, landing the two with a soft slide in the dust on the ground. “Are you alright?” Armand asked, positioning Luminar back on his feet.

Another **BOOM** echoed, more intense than the first, forcing everyone’s ears to adjust to the ringing that followed. Like a living bullet, **Brad appeared at high speed**, his body covered in smoke and explosion marks. He **headed straight for them**, his eyes burning with the fury of a predator on the hunt.

Luminar, still dazed, reacted almost instinctively, **quickly raising his shield of light** just as Brad’s kick came crashing down. The impact reverberated like metal being struck, the sound echoing like thunder.

Brad, now pressured, took a few steps back but didn’t retreat. With an explosion of force, he **charged again**, preparing for another strike. This time, Armand joined the fray. The two men surrounded Brad, forcing him into a **two-against-one fight**, which for a brief moment started to shift the battle’s pace.

“Not so confident now, are you?” Armand taunted, dodging one of Brad’s punches and using the wind to throw him off balance.

Suddenly, **a deafening voice cut through the chaos**:
“DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME, YOU BASTARDS!”

Armand **widened his eyes**, his body freezing in alert. He knew exactly what was coming.
“Shit!” he shouted.

Synthila **entered their field of vision**, her magical aura radiating like a black storm. With a fluid, quick motion, she **spun her leg in a deadly sidekick**, the pointed heel slicing through the air like a blade. The tip of her heel grazed Armand’s arm, leaving a small cut that started to bleed. The same kick grazed Brad’s forehead, leaving a diagonal scratch, before striking Luminar’s leg, making him stumble backward.

“SHIT!” Armand thought, trying to quickly evaluate Synthila’s next move.

She distanced herself from the three men, stopping a few meters away. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she looked at her heel, observing the different stains of blood on its tip.
“Three different bloods… I have no idea what this will do, but I have to test it now!”

As she began preparing a spell, Armand tried to run toward her, but Brad intercepted him with a swift move, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the ground. Luminar tried to take advantage of the moment to attack Brad from behind, but the villain easily dodged, using a small explosion to reposition himself and create space.

“He’s too fast!” Luminar thought, retreating and raising his shield again.

Brad pointed his palm directly at Armand, preparing a massive explosion. A bright ball of energy began forming, its heat evident even from a distance.

“This will finish you, Armand!” Brad shouted, but before he could fire, a **gust of wind pushed him to the side**, making the explosion shoot in another direction.

“Not so fast!” shouted Emma, now standing, her eyes glowing with determination. She **manipulated the wind to create a vortex**, which Lillith quickly used to combine with her earth magic. With precision, **Lillith sent shards of stone through the vortex**, creating a deadly rain of sharp fragments.

The shards struck Brad in various parts of his body, small cuts appearing on his skin. He began using explosions to dodge or destroy the stones, but for a few seconds, he was pressured.

Armand finally got up, panting, nodding at Emma in gratitude.
“Thanks, but now we need to stop Synthila before she finishes that spell!” he shouted.

But before they could react, Synthila **gave a cruel smile and declared**:
“Too late.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to her. Synthila now held something strange: **a sack with two perfectly round balls protruding from a small glowing portal.** Her left hand gripped the sack’s base tightly, while her right hand rested on her hip.

Armand paled, feeling a chill run up his spine.
“Oh… no…” he murmured.

“What… what is that, Armand?” Luminar asked, his voice trembling as he saw his friend’s desperate expression.

“I’ve never done this with more than one blood, so I have no idea what the effect will be, but… I won’t lie… I’m super curious!” Synthila said with a wicked smile, raising her right fist.

“LET’S TEST THIS PUNCHING BAG!”

She aimed directly at the sack and, without hesitation, delivered a violent punch.

**“THUFF.”**

For a moment, the world seemed to stop in absolute silence.

Then…

**“AHHHHGGHHHHHHH!”**
**“OUUUUGHHHHHHH!”**
**“OUUGHHAAAAA!”**

The groans of pain echoed in unison. Armand, Luminar, and Brad fell to the ground simultaneously, clutching their groins with expressions of pure agony.

“Shit… my balls… my balls…” Luminar whimpered.
“Uhhh…” Armand struggled to catch his breath.
“Ahhhn… Shit! What the hell is this, Synthila?! My balls, damn it!” Brad shouted.

Emma and Lillith stood frozen, mouths agape, unsure of how to react. Synthila, however, began laughing hysterically, doubling over as she held her stomach.

“OH MY GOD, THIS IS HILARIOUS! HAHAHA! ALL THREE OF THEM?! DOES THIS MEAN ALL SIX OF THEIR BALLS ARE LINKED TO THIS SINGLE SACK HERE? HAHAHA!”

“STOP LAUGHING AND FIX THIS, SYNTHILA! MY BALLS ARE NOT TOYS, DAMN IT!” Brad yelled, his voice weak from the pain.

Synthila grabbed the sack again, squeezing it tightly.
**“AAAGGHHHHH!”**
**“AHHHGN NOOOOO!”**

“WATCH YOUR TONE WITH ME, BRAD! YOU WILL RESPECT ME!”

“FOR GOD’S SAKE, APOLOGIZE TO HER! MAKE HER STOP!” Armand shouted in desperation.

“SORRY! SORRY! DAMN IT!” Brad screamed, tears streaming down his face.

Synthila looked at the sack with a pensive expression.
“Well… in this case, I think if I destroy this, I’d castrate my brother too… Although I think that would be an amazing feeling, I still need his powers… So maybe it’s not so useful to just smash these useless things.”

She glanced at Lillith, who was now preparing spells with determination in her eyes.
“But maybe I’ll leave the spell active just in case… after all, it’s always good to have balls as hostages.”

Lillith marches forward with firm steps toward Synthila, her eyes locked like a predator about to strike. The hammer she conjured gleams with magical energy, sparks cascading like encapsulated lightning, pulsing light throughout the area. It is wide, heavy, and designed not only as a weapon of attack but also as a tool for mobility. Its long handle allows for daring maneuvers, inspired by what she had seen Stellar’s warrior perform with his staff.

Synthila stands her ground, a sarcastic smile plastered on her face as she summons the purple orb again. It orbits around her like a living entity, moving fluidly as if synchronized with her mind. As Lillith approaches, Synthila hurls the orb straight at her.

Lillith doesn’t hesitate. She slams the hammer into the ground with force, using it as a springboard. The impact propels her upward in a fluid motion. Her leap, though swift, is precise—the arc of her right leg attempts to land a kick on Synthila’s face, but the witch deftly leans back, dodging it with ease. Lillith’s leg cuts through the air without resistance. Wasting no time, she uses the momentum to spin mid-air, launching her left leg in a second kick while anchoring the movement on the hammer. Synthila dodges again but underestimates the force of the maneuver.

In the next instant, Lillith’s legs coil around Synthila’s shoulders. The witch’s eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected tactic. Before she can react, Lillith twists her body, using centrifugal force to slam her to the ground. Synthila falls on her back with a dull thud, her head trapped between Lillith’s thighs. Synthila tries to get up, but Lillith adjusts the pressure of her legs, pinning her firmly to the ground. Synthila thinks in frustration that if this were a man, she could just bite down there, and any smart man would let go immediately.

Meanwhile, Armand, Luminar, and Brad struggle to recover. Emma rushes over to help Armand and Luminar to their feet, but they’re visibly weakened from the pain shared by Synthila’s spell. Brad, on the other hand, rises on his own, though his face is filled with growing anger.

Back at the main fight, Synthila finally slips out of Lillith’s hold, rolling to the side and standing with impressive speed. Without hesitation, she summons the purple orb again, sending it hurtling toward Lillith. This time, Lillith counters by striking the orb with a calculated swing of her hammer, deflecting it away. Synthila, however, responds with an unexpected move: instead of continuing with the orb, she summons the sack of testicles through a portal.

Lillith’s hammer smashes into the conjured sack. The impact is so intense it reverberates across the battlefield.

“OOOHHHHHH!”
“AAAAAGHHHHH!”
“AAAAAAGGHH!”

The cries of the three men echo simultaneously.

“MY BALLS!” they scream in unison, their voices filled with agony.

Confused, Lillith glances back quickly to see the three writhing on the ground.
“Oops… my bad, little boys…”

Emma seizes the moment, sprinting toward Brad. Before he can react, Emma summons magical vines from the ground, binding him to a nearby tree. The vines wrap around his arms and legs, immobilizing him completely, while one vine covers his mouth, silencing his explosions.

Emma then turns her attention to Synthila.

“Two against one, huh? Guess you don’t mind being cowards,” Synthila taunts with an ironic smile.

“Oh, please! Seriously, Emma?!” Lillith interrupts, clearly frustrated by Emma’s ridiculous line. “Let’s just end this already!”

The two charge together. Lillith takes the lead, swinging her hammer at Synthila, who dodges gracefully and counters with a punch straight to Lillith’s stomach. Emma uses the opportunity to attack from behind. Synthila, however, is quick and conjures the sack again as a shield. Emma’s punch lands hard on the sack, causing it to bounce heavily on the ground.

“OOOHHHHHH!”
“AAAAAAGHHH!”
“MMPMMMM, MPPMMMM!!!”

Two men’s screams and one muffled cry echo again. Emma stumbles, her foot stepping on the sack.

“AHHH DAMN IT, NO!!!! AAAAAGHHH”
“AAAAAGGHHHH”
“MHHPPHHHH”

Luckily for the men, Lillith, as she fell, pulled Emma back with her. Had the weight of Emma’s chest been distributed over that sack of balls, they would have turned to mush in less than a second.

The two girls collapse to the ground. Synthila begins to toy with the sack, giving it small kicks while watching them with a malicious grin.

“Oh, this is fun,” Synthila comments, laughing. “You’ll need more than that to defeat me.”

Meanwhile, the three men, still writhing on the ground, exchange looks of shared pain and despair, knowing that the three witches would never understand what they were feeling.

“Please… make it stop…” Armand begs, tears streaming down his face.

Seizing an opportunity, Lillith focuses and carefully calculates her next move. When Synthila raises her foot to kick the sack again, Lillith charges with her hammer. In a swift and decisive move, she brings the hammer down with all her might.

The impact is twofold: the hammer strikes both Synthila’s foot and the sack.

“AGH!” Synthila cries, staggering backward.
“AAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!”
“Ooooooooohhhhhuuuuu!”
“Mmmmmmpppppppmmhhh!”

The three men scream in agony simultaneously, their voices blending into a pathetic chorus.

“Sorry about that, scrambled eggs,” Lillith taunts with a sarcastic smile. “But it was necessary for THIS!”

Taking advantage of the opening, Lillith strikes Synthila on the side of the head with her hammer. The blow is devastating, sending the witch flying sideways. Before Synthila can react, Emma appears beside her, delivering a punch to the other side of her head, forcing her back to the ground. Synthila collapses unconscious, her body hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

Lillith and Emma approach Synthila’s unconscious body. Lillith, still with a sadistic grin, sees the sack on the ground and, feigning distraction, stomps on it hard.

“Oohhhhh!”
“Aaaghhh!”
“Mmmppphmmm!”

“LILLITH!” Emma exclaims, incredulous.

“Oops, my bad,” Lillith replies playfully.

The two drag Synthila’s body out of the magic circle, breaking the spell. The circle’s glow fades, and the battlefield finally falls silent, save for the faint groans of the men on the ground.

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