Lillith - Chapter 34 - Celestina In Battle!

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The following matches proceeded without much excitement. Some were lukewarm, others had a bit more energy, but none truly captured the attention of Armand, Lillith, Emma, and Celestina. The four of them sat side by side in the observation room, with a privileged view of the field and the muffled sound of the crowd’s screams filtered through the thick glass.

Armand had his arms crossed, watching the techniques closely. Emma was taking mental notes, critically evaluating each strike and reaction. Lillith, on the other hand, wasn’t putting much effort into paying attention—resting her face on her hand and letting out a few yawns between fights. Celestina followed with the curiosity and energy that were natural to her, but also with a growing sense of restlessness.

Suddenly, the central hologram lit up again, revealing the names of the next fighters.

**"Next match: Celestina vs. Atom"**

All four reacted instantly. Armand turned his face toward Celestina and noticed her expression had changed. She was a bit more tense, clearly nervous. She was clasping her hands together, trying to steady her breathing, eyes fixed on the floor as if searching for a magic answer right there.

Armand approached her with a calm, firm, but comforting demeanor. He stopped beside her and spoke in a low, deep, and reassuring tone:

**"Take a deep breath."**

Celestina obeyed without hesitation. She closed her eyes, inhaled slowly and deeply through her nose, held it for a second, and exhaled through her mouth.

**"That’s it... again."**

She repeated the process. Slowly, the trembling in her fingers began to fade.

**"You're a student at probably the best magic school in the world,"** Armand continued, looking her in the eyes. **"You’ve trained with real, quality teachers. And more than that... Celestina, you’re one of the best students I’ve ever had."**

She gave a shy smile, her eyes beginning to shine.

**"Thank you, professor... really."**

Celestina took a step toward the door, determined. But before she could cross it, Lillith—leaning against the wall by the exit, looking through the glass—spoke in her usual provocative and direct tone:

**"Hey."**

Celestina stopped.

Lillith turned her head toward her, a smirk forming at the corner of her mouth, and pointed with her thumb to the arena outside.

**"Heads up, it’s a guy."**

Celestina stepped closer to the window and saw. On the other side of the arena, the opposite gate had already opened, and **Atom** was stepping in with slow strides and a confident posture. He was tall, well-built, with dark hair and cold eyes.

Lillith looked back at Celestina.

**"You already know where to aim."**

Lillith’s mischievous smile appeared, like she had just handed over the answer to an exam. Celestina couldn’t hold back a laugh and returned the smile, cheerful and energized by her friend’s complicity. The two clapped hands with a sharp snap.

Celestina then left the room.

As she stepped through the door, she snapped her fingers. A magical aura shimmered briefly around her, and her uniform began to transform. The school socks and skirt vanished, replaced by sheer **nylon stockings** that hugged the curve of her legs perfectly. Her battle leotard was **yellow**, tight, highlighting the silhouette of her small, toned body. Two short capes, attached to her arms and back, completed the look, the fabric fluttering in the magical breeze of the arena corridor.

**"I’m going to show Armand... he won’t regret calling me!"**
she thought, heart pounding and determined.

She entered through the side of the arena, feeling the wave of crowd noise hit her like a blast of heat. The arena lit up, the big screen displayed her face next to Atom’s, and the audience roared with excitement and curiosity. Celestina took her place on her side of the arena, now face to face with her opponent.

The referee stepped between them.

**"Ready?"**

Celestina answered with a firm nod.

**"Ready?"**

Atom also confirmed, without a word.

**"BEGIN!"**

Like most, Celestina expected her opponent to advance. But to her surprise, Atom immediately took **three steps back**. Then he opened his hands, conjuring a **shadow staircase** made of dense, dark-blue energy. Without hesitation, he began climbing step by step, quickly gaining height.

Celestina’s eyes widened.

**"What the...?"**

He stopped at the top, forming a **platform** floating in the air like a shadowy island. There, Atom raised his hands again and created a **bow and arrow** of pure shadow energy.

The first arrow was fired.

Celestina reacted instinctively, dodging with a lateral leap.

The second arrow came right after. She spun and barely avoided it by inches.

The third followed immediately, but by then Celestina was already sliding across the arena, surrounded by a **magical puddle of water** she had conjured beneath her feet.

She slid gracefully, as if skating across a perfectly smooth surface, controlling every curve and movement with water mastery. Her style was fluid, fast, elegant.

**"WHAT THE HELL?!"**
shouted Celestina, dodging the fourth arrow with a full spin.

Eyes locked on her enemy above, her frustration burst out as words:

**"Seriously? First fight and I already get one of these cowardly snipers who just stay far away shooting?!"**

Her gaze grew sharper. The water beneath her feet began to expand...

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The distance between her and Atom felt insurmountable. From above, the shadowy archer had total control of the battlefield, shooting arrows with a steady rhythm. Celestina slid across the waters she created, dodging each attack with calculated movements, but the disadvantage was clear.

She was getting frustrated.

Her gaze dropped to the bulge between the enemy’s legs. She stared.

“It just needed a little tap...”
she muttered to herself.

“One tap... and I’d win. But how the hell do I reach his balls from here?”

The arrows kept coming. Celestina dodged, but time wasn’t on her side. She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing.

She thought. Then decided.

She summoned three waves.

They weren’t tall enough to reach the enemy on top of the platform. And... surprisingly, they weren’t even headed in his direction.

Atom frowned.

“What the...?”

The three waves were aimed **at herself**. Celestina let herself be enveloped by the water. The waves covered her body, completely obscuring Atom’s view.

From above, he lost sight of her.

And that’s when **she appeared**, bursting from the crest of one of the waves as if she were **surfing** it, her wet hair flowing, her body glistening with droplets, her cape fluttering.

Caught off guard, Atom tried to react. He quickly conjured an arrow and fired.

But Celestina boosted herself with water midair, dodging the arrow with a spin.

She landed on **the same platform** as him.

She touched down lightly, ready to fight, but...

Atom didn’t take a combat stance.

No.

He **covered his crotch with his left hand**.

And **fled cowardly**, hopping backward with small magical jumps until he reached and created **another platform**.

Celestina, surprised by his reaction, tried to charge forward. But the platform she stood on was undone by Atom.

She fell.

“AH!”

She landed hard, crashing onto her butt in the arena.

The impact was direct.

Her breasts bounced violently upward and then swung side to side, **like living jelly**.

Almost every man present locked eyes on that movement.

Including Atom.

Celestina stood up slowly, her face flushed, eyes half-lidded in frustration.

She brushed aside the wet bangs covering her eyes.

Then looked at Atom.

He was staring—at her breasts.

Then quickly turned away, pretending to be focused.

Celestina pressed her lips together.

“Oh... that’s it...”
she thought.

“I was afraid he’d be like Armand, but it turns out he’s just like any regular man.”

Atom interrupted with another fired arrow.

She jumped to the side.

But this arrow\... wasn’t alone.

Another **four** appeared out of nowhere, floating in the air like ghost missiles.

One of them struck her **left shoulder**.

“Agh!”

She winced, clutching the painful spot.

No time to wallow.

Another volley of arrows was coming.

In desperation, she raised a wall of water with her hands, a wave that **engulfed the arrows**, dissolving them with force.

“Shit...”
she growled through clenched teeth.

“If I’m gonna do this, it has to be now!”

She ran to the left, dragging water with her, creating a dense curtain that hid her body from the archer.

She summoned a wave.

And launched herself upward again.

As before, **Atom** did the same: covered his crotch with one hand, jumped back, and created another platform.

He was getting ready to destroy the previous one...

But Celestina landed on it, and, in an “accident,” she fell in an awkward way, losing her balance upon impact.

She staggered forward, arms spreading, body unsteady.

Her breasts **bounced more than anything**, jiggling in opposite directions, moving in slow motion for the audience.

Atom... froze.

Eyes wide open.

Completely **hypnotized**.

His concentration vanished.

The tension of the fight was replaced with visual trance.

Celestina "recovered" her balance, and smiled.

“Victory,”
she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

Without wasting a moment, she **jumped onto the new platform** where Atom stood.

The original plan was a kick.

But she realized she was too close.

She changed strategy.

Wrapped her right arm around his shoulders, holding his neck.

Pressed her chest against him... pushed her hips back.

A perfect trap.

Magical arrows formed around them, all aimed at Celestina, set to fire automatically if she made an aggressive move.

If he had been a **witch**, the result would be clear: she’d knee him, but the arrows would react to the impact and hit her, ending the match in defeat.

But he wasn’t a witch.

He was a mage—a man.

Celestina’s knee came up hard, right into his gonads.

The muffled thud echoed across the platform.

“UH!”

Atom groaned in pain, his legs buckling.

The arrows around them started dissolving, slowly.

The platform too.

Celestina ran her hand through his hair, gently caressing.

“So many attempts...”
she whispered into his ear.
“...and I only needed two.”

Celestina wasn’t usually toxic with her opponents, but that man’s combat style... really got on her nerves.

The structure gave way.

They both fell.

“OH SHIT!”
thought Celestina, realizing too late. She had completely forgotten.

The fall was from a significant height.

Atom hit the ground first, his back slamming down hard.

But he didn’t have time to feel it.

The knee still between his legs found his balls **once more**.

The pain was instant—stronger than before.

But the worst was yet to come.

Her weight...

Celestina landed on top of him.

And... of course... the weight of her breasts...

**Pop!**

The sound echoed through the battlefield.

Atom knew exactly what had happened.

His face swelled.

His body trembled.

She had just taken half his power...

Celestina?

Didn’t even notice.

She got up a bit dazed, still trying to understand what was happening.

No time to process.

The judge, having heard that all-too-familiar sound, raised Celestina’s arm.

“The winner is, Celestina!”

The crowd erupted in applause, laughter, and cheers.

And Atom was left there.

Crying... rolling side to side in his agony...

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When Celestina returned to the cabin, still breathless, Lillith was the first to react. She rushed toward her with open arms, pulling her into a tight hug.

“DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?!” Lillith shouted, laughing loudly. “You turned that guy’s balls into scrambled eggs! S-C-R-A-M-B-L-E-D E-G-G-S!”

She laughed so loud that even people in the neighboring cabins must have heard. Emma appeared right behind, smiling and clapping.

“You nailed it, Celestina! That was amazing!” she said sincerely.

Celestina, her heart still pounding and her body aching from the fall, didn’t respond immediately. She scanned the room for Armand. He stood with his arms crossed, his expression serious. Celestina stayed silent, anxiously waiting for any reaction. For a few seconds, he remained motionless, staring at her. Then, slowly, a smile formed on his face. He gave a single nod.

That simple gesture made Celestina’s world spin. The whole day, the pain, the effort, the risk... it had all been worth it.

The four of them then turned their attention back to the arena, which was being prepared for the next fight. The audience murmured, trying to comment on or make sense of the previous match, but the chatter soon quieted when the next fighter entered.

It was a woman. She wore a tight black leotard, and instead of a traditional witch’s hat, she sported an elegant top hat. A red necktie gave her look a nearly formal air. She walked with confident steps, her breasts bouncing with each stride, eyes fixed on the center of the arena.

Armand closed his eyes for a moment, focusing. He tried to read her mana.

“Wow\...” he murmured, almost to himself.

The woman’s mana was overwhelming. It flowed in a controlled, powerful way — dense and vibrant. Without a doubt, it was the strongest mana he had sensed in the tournament so far.

On the other side, the second fighter entered. She wore a strapless white leotard that hugged her body, confidently revealing her legs and shoulders, yet with an ethereal aura. Her brown hair was loose, swaying gently as she walked as if floating. Her gait was almost angelic. The crowd held their breath at her presence.

Armand again tried to analyze her mana... but felt immediate discomfort.

“Huh?” he muttered.

The mana was strange. Disordered. It pulsed irregularly, without any pattern. As if something was blocking the reading. He couldn’t tell if it was strong or weak. It was as if her magical presence was disguised or shielded by an unknown spell. He frowned, disturbed. That wasn’t normal. And it made him curious.

“Maybe it’s a spell to hide mana identity… No… not sure that’s it...” he thought, lowering his arms.

The judge took a few steps forward, looked at both fighters, raised her right hand, and firmly announced:

“You may begin!”

The woman with the tie didn’t waste time. With a swift movement, she lunged directly at her opponent. The woman in white, however, dodged with ease, spinning her body gracefully as if dancing. She gently extended her arm and placed her right hand on the opponent’s shoulder.

In the same instant, as if struck by an invisible blow, the woman in the tie collapsed. Her body hit the arena floor and stayed down for a few seconds, motionless. A murmur rippled through the crowd.

But then she moved. Slowly, supporting herself with one hand, she stood back up. Her face showed confusion, as if trying to understand what had just happened.

The woman in white showed no tension whatsoever. She looked completely unbothered. With a serene face, she watched her opponent like someone watching a bird try to fly after falling.

The audience held their breath. Everyone waited for the next move from the woman in the tie. Maybe she would attack again. Maybe she was preparing something stronger.

But what happened next took everyone by surprise.

The woman in the tie raised her right arm into the air and shouted:

“I forfeit!”

Silence dropped like a stone. The entire arena went quiet. Someone in the crowd shouted a loud “What?!” A group in the back started complaining right away, others burst into laughter, and some were just too stunned to react.

The judge, clearly surprised, got flustered. She blinked several times, looked around as if expecting someone to confirm what she had heard.

But then she pulled herself together, raised the woman in white’s arm and declared, still confused:

“T-The winner is… Nyx!”

Another wave of murmurs and voices rolled through the stands. Confusion, outrage, curiosity — all emotions tangled together.

Armand frowned, his head slightly tilted. That déjà vu feeling was nagging.

“Nyx...” he murmured. “I’ve heard that name before...”

But from where?

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