Lillith - Chapter 35 - Revenge

"Yeah, I know… over a month without posting… sorry, a lot has happened and life’s been hectic haha. Anyway, to make up for it, I’m releasing 2 chapters at once. I hope the story hasn’t faded from your minds! Enjoy the read!"

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The next match appeared on the magic panel:

**Cidrix vs Emma**

“Huh?” — Armand muttered, frowning.

He looked at the panel with suspicion.

“Did Stellar rig something to make this matchup happen?”

Before he could think further, Emma was already sprinting toward the arena door with surprising speed.

“Ah? Good luck, Emma!” — Armand shouted, still a bit shocked at how quickly the girl vanished down the hallway.

On the other side of the arena, through a side gate, Cidrix had already entered. He was holding a dark wooden staff. Reaching the center of the arena, he firmly planted the staff into the ground and leaned on it in a relaxed pose, like he was just waiting for the next class to begin.

Emma appeared from the opposite side. Her tight red leotard highlighted every line of her body as she walked with firm steps, a determined look on her face. She stopped, facing Cidrix.

“This time won’t be like the last,” — Cidrix said in a warning tone.

Emma smiled sincerely. “Let’s have a good fight!”

Cidrix gave a crooked smile, replied with a slight nod, and raised his thumb.

The referee took a few steps forward, looked at them both, and asked firmly:

“Ready?”

They both nodded.

“BEGIN!”

Wasting no time, Cidrix used his right foot to propel himself off the staff, spinning nimbly over it and landing behind Emma.

Emma had braced for a frontal attack, but didn’t expect that move using the staff. It caught her off guard.

She turned sharply and tried to conjure a wind spell to push him away, but she wasn’t fast enough. Cidrix’s fist struck her right breast hard. Emma lost her balance, thrown backward.

She fell onto the still-planted staff. Upon impact, a strange jolt ran through her body, as if part of her magic had been drained. Her body trembled, and she collapsed to the ground.

“Like punching pillows, hehe,” — Cidrix said mockingly.

He approached Emma slowly, step by step.

“I assume you're familiar with this staff... it temporarily stuns magical flows. Come on, a witch hunter wouldn’t go into a fight against a witch without preparing for her spells, right?”

He walked calmly as he retrieved the staff.

“With you, I want a full hand-to-hand combat.”

Emma, still on the ground, trembled. She was top of her class in magic, praised by her professors, including Esmeralda. But physical combat was never her strength.

She knew she stood no chance in a purely physical fight. It wasn’t just pride on the line — it was her place in the tournament. She took a deep breath and made her decision.

As much as it went against her principles… there was one weak point all men had.

She raised her leg precisely, aiming between Cidrix’s legs.

But the staff blocked the strike.

“Seriously?... Sometimes you women are so predictable…”

The staff came down violently on Emma’s thigh. She screamed but barely had time to react before another blow struck her face.

The sound was sharp. Emma rolled several meters across the ground, leaving a trail in the arena dust.

Cidrix let out a mocking laugh.

“I admit, the plan was to end this quickly, but maybe it was *too* quick, huh? Haha!”

He charged with speed, the staff moving as an extension of his body. One hit. He stepped back. Another charge. Another strike. Step back. Advance. Impact.

The staff landed hard, and then he leapt, using the spin’s momentum, and struck her head with full force.

“BANG!” — he shouted, thrilled by the sound.

“Yeeeaaah!” — he added, celebrating like he had just scored a goal.

Emma dropped to her knees, dizzy, her eyes blinking rapidly.

Cidrix walked up to her and grabbed the redhead’s hair, yanking her head back brutally.

“I have to say, it's impressive you're still awake after a blow like that to the head. You must be a strong mage, huh.”

His eyes slowly moved down, stopping at her ample chest.

“Yeah, those giant mana tanks prove it. Anyway, I think it’s time to finish this!”

He yanked her up by the hair, making Emma stand, staggering.

“Do you surrender?”

The image of Lillith flashed in her mind. Then Celestina. Armand. That approving smile.

“Never…” — Emma said, her voice weak but firm.

“Huh?... What a warrior woman... Too bad. This would’ve spared you from this!”

He spun the staff and struck her stomach hard. Emma doubled over, gasping.

Then he began poking each of her breasts with the staff.

“Boing… boing… BANG!”

The final strike hit both breasts hard. Emma screamed and dropped to her knees again, clutching her chest, pain written on her face.

“And to finish it off!”

Cidrix shouted.

He spun his body with precision, preparing a crushing blow. Emma, with half-closed eyes and shallow breath, gathered every last ounce of strength she had.

As the staff came toward her, her hand moved with the precision and desperation of someone who knew this was now or never.

The staff hit her cheek with a dry snap.

But her fist… Emma’s fist struck Cidrix’s testicles squarely.

It was a clean punch. Deep. Brutal.

Emma was sent flying by the staff’s impact, spinning through the air for several meters.

But there, at the center of the arena, Cidrix stood… frozen.

Motionless.

One...

Two...

Three seconds of absolute silence in the arena. Broken by a scream.

“MY BALLS!!!!!”

The scream echoed like thunder. Cidrix collapsed as if he’d been shot, clutching desperately between his legs, groaning in pain.

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Cidrix’s scream was still echoing through the arena when the referee began walking toward Emma. Her expression made it clear she already knew who the winner was — no man kept fighting after a direct hit to the balls.

But as she approached Emma and knelt down, something made her frown.

“…She’s unconscious…” the referee murmured, raising an eyebrow slightly.

She stood up with a long sigh and, wearing an expression of pure disgust, turned to the other fighter.

Cidrix was still on the ground, his face red, crying in pain, hands clutching between his legs as if trying to hold his testicles in place to keep them from evaporating. Even so, the referee rolled her eyes, knelt beside him, and with some effort pulled one of his hands away from the area.

“There… stay still…” she muttered, lifting his arm and holding it in the air like he was a broken puppet.

She looked at the audience with zero enthusiasm and announced in a flat tone:

“The winner… is Cidrix…”

Many in the audience booed. Others just stood there, stunned. But the rules were clear: unconscious = defeat.

The referee completed the ceremony without energy and declared:

“The first day of battles is officially over!”

In the stands, Armand stood up immediately, his eyes wide. He didn’t wait for the other students to speak — he ran out the door, down the corridors, pushing through crowds until he reached the path to the tournament infirmary.

When he arrived, he saw Emma lying on a stretcher, her red hair slightly messy, an expression of exhaustion on her face — but she was awake.

To his surprise and relief…

“Emma!” he said, rushing to her.

She looked at him with a weak smile.

“Professor…”
She tried to sit up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling beside the stretcher.

“Yes… I mean… I think so. I just have a bit of a headache… and some wounded pride,” she said with a forced smile, then looked away. “Sorry I lost…”

Armand stayed silent for a moment.

“You're an idiot,” he said.

Emma looked at him, surprised.

“You think I care about that ridiculous win? That this tournament means more than your safety? More than seeing you awake, alive?”

She tried to say something, but he went on.

“You fought a witch hunter, alone, at a disadvantage, with the rules stacked against you. And you *still* almost turned the fight around. Emma… there is *nothing* in this loss that would make me lose respect for you. Nothing.”

Emma's eyes widened, moved.

“You’re stronger than you think. But even if you weren’t… the fact that you’re here with me — *that’s* what matters.”

She squeezed his hand. Armand wasn’t one for physical contact — everyone knew that. But Emma… she needed that hug.

She opened her arms and embraced him. Armand hesitated, but understood. And returned the hug.

He said nothing, just stayed there, letting time pass.

After a few minutes, he helped Emma up from the stretcher, carefully. She was still a bit dizzy, but could walk.

They left the infirmary, where Lillith and Celestina were already waiting outside.

“Emma!” Celestina ran over and hugged the redhead tightly.

Lillith crossed her arms.
“The guy got lucky… you fought well…”
She said, looking away, avoiding eye contact.

Emma smiled.

The four of them started walking toward the exit. It was the end of the first day of battles, and many participants were leaving through the same path. The corridors were crowded, filled with the echo of conversations and comments about the last fights.

That’s when she appeared.

The woman.

Brown hair. White leotard. Walking calmly beside an unknown man.

Armand recognized her instantly.

“Nyx… That mysterious witch, right?” he thought.

His eyes followed her. She didn’t seem to be paying attention to anyone.

But then…

She turned her head. Looked straight into his eyes.

And in that instant, a sensation shot through Armand’s body like lightning.

It was… the same as what he felt the day he faced Eliza.

His body moved on its own.

His hands instinctively dropped, shielding his most vulnerable parts. His legs shifted inward, his body tilted forward — a natural reflex.

As if his balls were in real and immediate danger.

Nyx’s eyes drifted away indifferently, and she kept walking as if nothing had happened.

The sensation… passed.

“Professor? Are you okay?” — asked Celestina, confused as she saw him holding himself in the middle of the hallway.

“Uh? Ah, yeah, yeah… sorry. Let’s keep going!” — Armand replied, quickly picking up the pace.

When they got to the hotel, everyone was exhausted.

Celestina threw herself face-first onto the bed.

Emma did the same.

Lillith flopped onto her side, already sinking into her pillow.

Armand, meanwhile, just sat on the edge of his bed, slowly taking off his shoes.

“Lillith, Celestina,” he began, calm but firm. “I know you're tired, but we need to train a few things before tomorrow.”

“MMMMMMMPHMMM!” Lillith yelled into her pillow, muffling the sound.

“Can’t we rest, professor?…” Celestina asked, turning her face with a teary expression.

“You will. You’ve got the whole night for that. But right now, we need to go over some techniques used by those witch hunters. In case either of you ends up fighting them…”

“Okay…” Celestina replied reluctantly.

“Oh, come on, professor…” Lillith grumbled, not even lifting her head.

“I studied their movements. If I use an agility and strength spell, I think I can mimic their combat style. So… you’re going to fight me. And I won’t use magic — to fully simulate what a fight against them would be like.”

Upon hearing that, Lillith lifted her head, staring directly at Armand.

She watched him stand… putting on his combat outfit… the fitted leotard began to form, molding to his body with magic. Lillith’s gaze slowly dropped… and landed right on his crotch.

The fabric was tight. *Very* tight.

The two large orbs were clearly outlined under the suit.

She gave a barely perceptible smirk and whispered:

“This is gonna be fun…”

“All right then!” Lillith said, suddenly jumping off the bed with energy.

“Huh? You got excited all of a sudden?” Emma asked, surprised.

“Of course, of course. It’s not every day I get a free pass to kick those balls.” Lillith replied, already stretching with a wide grin.

“Of course that’s why…” Emma said, rolling her eyes.

Celestina frowned.

“Thinking about it… there’s no rule against students kicking the teacher’s balls, right? So… in theory, she has that free pass *every* day?…”

But her thoughts vanished the moment Armand passed by her, silently heading to the training balcony.

The night wasn’t over yet.