Lillith - Chapter 36 - Training

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Several minutes had already passed on the hotel's training balcony. Armand was crouched at the center of the space while an elaborate sequence of spells surrounded him. Lines of mana swirled around his body, enhancing his muscles, ligaments, and tendons, increasing his reaction time, strength, and agility to faithfully simulate the movements of witch hunters.

The girls were seated on the steps leading to the area, watching him in silence. He had been like that for over five minutes.

"So... if you know how to simulate their combat style," Lillith began, breaking the silence, "can’t we just… like… use that? The spells you’re casting?"

Armand replied without opening his eyes:

"Look at how long it's taking me to cast these spells, Emma. Do you really think you'd have minutes of concentration time in the middle of combat?"

"Hm… makes sense..." she admitted, staring at the ground.

"Sometimes I think you’re kinda dumb, haha..." joked Celestina, arms crossed.

"Don’t make fun of someone else’s doubt," Armand said, opening his eyes and looking straight at her, "especially when you had the same doubt but were too embarrassed to ask."

Celestina’s face instantly turned red as a chili pepper. She looked away, lowering her head.

"Sorry..."

Armand stood up fully, rolled his shoulders, and stretched his neck from side to side.

"Alright. We can begin."

He looked at the students.

"Who’s going first?"

Celestina slapped her cheeks as if waking up her courage and stood up with a small hop.

"I’ll go first!" she said with energy.

"Good, I like that," Armand replied. "You can use magic normally, just like in a real fight. But I’ll be limited to only physical movements and weapons, got it?"

"Got it!" she confirmed.

Armand then turned his gaze to Emma. She, without a word, immediately understood. She nodded, stood up, walked to one corner of the balcony, and raised her hand.

"Ready?..."

Two seconds of silence.

"BEGIN!"

Armand moved with surprising speed. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Celestina. His fist landed on her stomach with precision.

"Uff!" she gasped, dropping to her knees, breath knocked out of her.

He twisted his body, preparing to kick her in the face while she was still vulnerable. But his foot stopped just inches from the target.

"The fight would’ve lasted one second, Celestina..." he said, firmly.

She lowered her head, ashamed.

"Sorry..."

"This is what we’re training for. Get up. Try again."

She nodded and stood up with effort. Emma raised her hand again.

"Ready?"

"BEGIN!"

This time, Armand changed his strategy. He ran again but executed a swift sweep.

Celestina tried to brace herself but was caught off guard and fell forward, right into Armand’s already-positioned fist.

She collided midair with the punch and fell flat on her back, dizzy.

Armand followed through, preparing a kick to her face. But again, he stopped before landing it.

"Once again… you didn’t react in time. Okay, that punch was strong. Take a break."

He stepped aside and looked to the side.

"Lillith, your turn."

The girl jumped to her feet. Her large breasts bounced, and she adjusted them with an intentionally provocative expression.

"Keep your eyes on the fight, professor," she said with a mischievous smile.

Armand rolled his eyes and didn’t answer.

Emma rolled her eyes too, muttering, "Pathetic..."

"Same rules, let’s go," said Armand, ignoring the girl's idiotic remark as he returned to position.

Emma moved to the edge of the balcony again.

"Ready?"

"BEGIN!"

This time, to Armand’s surprise, Lillith ran straight toward him. With momentum, she spun her hips and launched a side kick with her high heel aimed directly at his groin.

Armand’s eyes widened. The move caught him completely off guard.

He dodged, barely. *Very* barely.

The image looked like it was in slow motion. Lillith’s foot passed within centimeters of the target, the heel grazing the tight fabric of his bodysuit, which barely managed to contain the two vulnerable orbs underneath.

Meanwhile, Lillith didn’t take her eyes off him. She watched his expression closely: the panic, the desperation of a man who had almost lost everything in one single blow. She loved that expression.

Armand braced one hand on the ground to stabilize himself, already preparing for a new dash.

"Very good," he said, refocusing. "You noticed they always initiate first, too?"

Lillith nodded, now serious.

"Excellent. But stay sharp."

He dashed again, this time straight in with a frontal punch. Lillith blocked it with her forearm, but wasn’t prepared for the sweep that followed.

She fell, sliding across the stone floor.

"Good try. Get up. Let’s go again."

Lillith got up, rubbing her elbow, but still had a smirk on her face.

Celestina, now recovered, was watching the two closely, mentally noting the patterns. Emma, arms crossed, kept her gaze firmly on the fight, her face still a bit downcast, but slowly regaining her composure.

Armand backed away again, returning to position.

Emma shouted:

"READY?"

"BEGIN!"

Once more the match resumed. Armand, with strength amplified by physical enchantments, advanced like a storm, and the students weren’t just trying to win, they were watching, learning, and developing strategies for tomorrow.

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It had already been going on for over half an hour. The training with Armand was intense and exhausting.

Celestina was sitting against the wall of the balcony, panting and still massaging her arm from the last round. Emma sat beside her, arms crossed, watching as Lillith and Armand faced off once again.

Lillith had a focused look. Since the start of the evening, she had been trying something. She wasn’t making it obvious, but there was a pattern in her movements, a sort of hidden study.

Armand remained fast, aggressive, and technical. Even restricted to physical attacks and without the use of offensive magic, he was like a predator in the ring.

"You’ve improved a lot, Lillith!" — he complimented, blocking a kick with his forearm.

"Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed what I’m trying to do..." — she replied with a cynical smile.

"Of course I noticed. That’s why I’m still winning."

"For now."

Emma and Celestina, sitting nearby, began whispering about Celestina’s last fight. Celestina was laughing softly about a balance fail when she tried to dodge a kick with an unnecessary spin.

"You twirled like an out-of-control ceiling fan!" — Emma laughed.

"But it was pretty, come on!" — Celestina replied, laughing too.

In the middle of their conversation, a sharp sound was suddenly heard:

*“Tufgh!”*

Followed by a muffled grunt:

*"Ugh!"*

The girls' laughter stopped immediately.

They knew those sounds very well...

Both turned at the same time, looking toward the center of the balcony.

There, in the middle... Armand’s right foot was slowly coming down, still at the end of its movement. Meanwhile, Lillith’s left foot was lifted — right between his legs.

Armand staggered backward. He took three long steps, as if each one required inhuman effort. His expression was frozen, eyes slightly wide, mouth half open, as if unsure whether to scream, breathe, or collapse.

Lillith, on the other hand, calmly returned to her combat stance. She stepped back, observing.

“Still standing?” thought Lillith. “Did I miss the target?”

But then she saw it.

His legs were shaking. His knees looked like they were about to give out. He was using all the strength he had left just to stay upright.

She smiled.

“No… I hit it,” she thought. “Armand is strong enough to stay on his feet after a hit like that… but as they say… once a woman hits a man *there*, it’s impossible to win after.”

She didn’t hesitate.

She rushed in quickly. Armand still tried to raise his guard. He managed to block a punch aimed at his face. But his reaction was slow… far too slow.

The second punch, aimed lower, struck him square in the stomach.

“Uff…” Armand groaned, trying not to fall.

Lillith then opened her right hand. A magical purple ribbon began to form, spinning in the air like a dancing lasso. She swung it and hurled it at Armand, the spell wrapping around his head and covering his eyes.

“She’s using the ribbon like a rope…” — Celestina observed, watching closely.

Lillith grabbed both ends of the ribbon and spun her body, pulling Armand sideways, stumbling without sight. Before he could recover his balance, she yanked it in the opposite direction, dragging him back toward her.

But Lillith didn’t strike with power.

She simply positioned her knee forward, without moving the rest of her body. His momentum did the rest.

Armand’s body collided hard.

His balls slammed directly into her knee.

He let out a silent gasp, breathless. His shoulders slumped, arms dropped limply at his sides. The ribbon dissolved, falling like magical smoke around them.

"One hit, I know you can take, professor..." said Lillith, smiling triumphantly. "But after a kick… I don’t think *any* pair of balls survives even a flick."

She lowered herself slightly, pulling her knee back.

Armand collapsed to his knees. His face was a mixture of pain, humiliation, and strain. He was in that classic state — mouth open, letting out a continuous low groan, eyes slightly teary from the pain.

Lillith turned to the side, placed one hand on her hip, and with the other gave him a slow little wave.

Armand toppled over, falling to the ground in a slight curl.

"My… balls…" he murmured in a dragged-out voice, like he had been run over by his own student.

"Well then…" said Emma, standing up and looking at the professor’s collapsed body. "There’s our first victory."
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Armand was still on the balcony floor, curled in on himself. His breathing was short, his eyes squeezed shut, and both hands were firmly pressed between his legs. He cried in silence, his face buried between his arms and knees. His body trembled slightly.

Beside him, kneeling, Emma did what she could one of her hands moved gently along the professor’s back, like someone trying to soothe a wounded child.

"There, there… you’ll be okay…" she whispered, even though she knew there wasn’t much comfort for that kind of pain.

They stayed like that for over ten minutes. Emma remained quiet, patient, even as she heard the animated conversation between Lillith and Celestina in the background both completely indifferent to the professor’s suffering just a few meters away.

"So… did you see the face he made when he felt the knee?" Lillith said, holding back a laugh.

"I did! He looked like he was about to throw up. I almost felt bad." Celestina replied with a small grin.

"Almost, huh?"

"Yeah. Just almost."

The two laughed. Lillith then fixed her hair, cracked her shoulders, and stretched, as if nothing serious had happened.

A few seconds later, Armand began to move.

First, he removed his hands with difficulty, then rolled to the side, supporting himself on his elbows. His face was still contorted with pain, slightly pale. He was breathing deeply, trying to gather the strength to carry on.

Emma said nothing as she watched him get up. When he finally stood, still slightly hunched forward, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Armand walked over to the two girls still sitting in the corner. Lillith was the first to look at him, wearing a mocking smile.

"Oh, look! scramble eggs made it back up!" she said, raising her eyebrows and snapping her fingers like it was an achievement worthy of applause.

Armand simply ignored her.

He turned to Celestina, who was looking at the ground, fidgeting with her fingers, clearly nervous.

"Now that Lillith has already beaten me, I think she can rest a bit," he said. "But you need to defeat me too, Celestina. I’m not sure you’re ready yet."

Celestina let out a frustrated sigh. Her chest rose and fell slowly. She looked upset with herself.

"Okay… I’ll try my best," she said, getting up slowly, like someone who already carried defeat on their shoulders before the fight even began.

As Celestina walked to her position, Emma looked at Armand, still frowning with concern.

"Are you sure you can still fight, professor?" she asked.

Armand turned to her, keeping a serious face.

"I mean… I know you want to train them, and you rested a bit, but… you know..." Emma gestured with her hands, awkwardly. "Sorry to say it like this… but balls are… well… yeah, you know..."

"Don’t worry, I’m fine." he answered, forcing a smile that clearly didn’t hide the pain.

Emma instinctively glanced at his groin.

The mark from the hit was still there.

A red, slightly swollen line marked the exact spot where Lillith’s foot had landed. His combat suit clung to his sweaty skin, but it didn’t hide the damage.

And then Emma remembered... The times she’d hit boys during training with low blows. She remembered the falls, the screams, the panic. She remembered how even light hits had massive impact. And there, in front of her, was Armand… still trying to stay on his feet after a full-force kick.

She let out a quiet sigh.

"Alright…" she said, before raising her hand.

Celestina was already at the far end of the balcony, stretching her arms. Armand stood in the opposite position, eyes locked on her. He took a deep breath.

Emma looked at both of them.

"BEGIN!" she shouted.


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Four fights in a row had taken place. Celestina was still there, more exhausted each time, more and more frustrated. To the audience, it all just looked like defeat after defeat.

“Damn it! I just can’t do it!!” she shouted, sitting on the floor, rubbing her temples as she tried to catch her breath.

“You’re failing in your openings and speed...” Armand said, his voice firm but not cruel, his gaze analytical.

“I KNOW, BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BEAT YOU AT THAT?!” Celestina snapped back, nearly shouting, her eyes welling with angry tears.

“Calm down, Celestina... okay... I didn’t want to do this, but... remember that spell you probably learned from Esmeralda? The one with the animals?” Armand said, raising one finger like he was showing a light at the end of the tunnel.

“Uh... the one to borrow animal traits?” Celestina paused, blinking, looking at Armand with a small spark of hope.

“That one!” Armand smiled, encouraged by her reaction.

“Hmm... yeah... what about it?” she asked, curious.

“Why don’t you try channeling the spirit of the jaguar?” Armand suggested.

“Oh!” Celestina’s eyes widened, and she snapped her fingers.

“That’s right!” she said, suddenly energetic as she jumped up from her makeshift seat.

“The spell takes just a second, and you could use it at a specific moment during the fight!” Armand said firmly.

“Yes! Right! I’ll give it a shot!” Celestina answered, much more confident now.

Emma raised her hand.

“Ready?…”

“BEGIN!”

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Armand charged in fast, as usual, trading intense blows. Punches and kicks sliced through the air, his steps fast and precise.

Celestina dodged, blocked, tried to keep up, but she was slower, more tired, her movements less accurate.

Until... an opening.

Armand took a wide step forward, aiming an open palm at her face.

She felt the air rush past her cheek, and in that moment, without hesitation, she placed both hands forward and cast the spell in a firm voice.

A bright yellow light surged around her body. Her yellow leotard shifted rapidly into a jaguar-patterned outfit, tight and elegant. Two feline ears appeared on her head, and the tip of her nose darkened.

Armand, focused as always, blinked, surprised. He was never one to be distracted by appearances or seduction, but this... this was different.

Celestina smiled, feeling empowered.

She vanished from his field of view in a blink, moving with the enhanced speed of her spell.

Before Armand could react, he felt a sudden sweep at his legs.

He nearly fell but opened his legs to steady himself.

Suddenly, Celestina’s thighs wrapped around his neck.

They crashed to the ground together.

Celestina landed on top, her legs tightly locked around his neck, his head now pressed right next to her thighs.

She slowly opened her hands, her fingers gripping exactly what she’d been aiming for from the start.

“GOT YOU!” she declared, fingers closing in around Armand’s orbs.

"..."

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP!” Armand screamed, writhing in pain, his hands desperately trying to pry her grip open.

Lillith burst out laughing as Celestina instantly released the hold and stood up, celebrating her victory with a triumphant smile.

Emma rushed to Armand, panicked.

“Professor! Are you okay?! Damn it, Celestina, did you squeeze too hard?!” she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder in concern.

Armand was breathing heavily, his face scrunched in pain.

“Uh?... Celestina frowned, a bit awkward. “Sorry... but... I didn’t squeeze *that* hard... I guess balls are just too fragile for anything…”

Lillith patted Celestina’s back with a playful smile.

“Relax, men are just crybabies,” she said, laughing loudly.

Meanwhile, Armand collapsed onto the ground in a fetal position again, groaning softly, his breathing ragged and uneven.

Celestina and Lillith finally got to rest...