Lillith - Chapter 28 - Confrontation Interrupted

Once again, a double episode! Released one right after the other — this was originally supposed to be a single episode, but I thought it turned out HUGE, so I split it into two and added a bit more to balance the length. Hey, I'm curious — do you have any theories? What do you think will happen after these episodes??? Leave your comments!!!

I had some issues with the translation of the episode, so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes!

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The doors to the room opened with a faint magical sound, and Lillith walked back into the luxurious space where Celestina, Emma, and Armand were waiting. Her posture was proud, her steps firm, and although her eyes were calm, there was a subtle and dangerous glint of victory in her gaze. Her left hand was still trembling slightly, as if it could still feel the echoes of the pressure it had unleashed.

As soon as she entered, Celestina ran toward her, excited.

"You killed it!!"

She wrapped Lillith in a tight hug.

The impact of their bodies was immediate. Their large breasts pressed together in the center of the embrace, pushing upward and outward, creating a double mountain of flesh straining against the limits of their tight outfits. The sight was a forbidden spectacle. Any ordinary man would completely lose focus at that scene.

But Armand didn’t even blink.

He was seated on the side armchair, eyes still fixed on the combat records replaying in miniature above an arcane analysis crystal. His mind was racing, crossing variables, reviewing strategies.

Lillith crossed the room. As she passed by him, he looked up for a moment, gave a small smile, and nodded positively.

She said nothing. But that gesture… that simple acknowledgment… meant more than any trophy. Armand’s approval—always so strict, always so demanding—was rare. And when it came… it was like honey dripping through the soul.

There was barely time for words, as the holographic lottery spun again above the arena. The magical light shimmered in the sky, revealing the next duel:

**ARMAND VS CORCEE**

"Huh?"

Armand raised an eyebrow. His hand instinctively went to his chin.

"I'm going to face that Vitalis girl then?"

"Oh yes! The plant girl, right?"

Celestina commented, leaning over the arm of the chair.

Armand confirmed with a subtle nod. His expression wasn’t surprise, but calculation. He had already watched the girl’s previous match with heightened attention. The fight had been... unusual.

Her opponent was a notoriously superior mage, a master of flaming arcane punches—a technique involving different kinds of enchanted fire. The girl's plants burned quickly, and the battle seemed one-sided.

However, something unexpected happened.

At some point during the fight, probably when they collided and rolled across the ground, the girl discreetly slipped seeds inside the mage’s groin area. He stood up and continued fighting as normal. But a few seconds later... something changed.

To those who couldn’t read mana flows, it was just a bizarre scene: the mage dropped to his knees in the middle of the arena, crying, screaming:

"I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP, MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!"

To those who could see the mana... like Armand... and Emma... it was clear: the seeds had germinated. The roots grew toward a single convergence point.

The balls.

The roots tightened around his balls, more and more and more, seemingly growing extra branches and squeezing harder in different directions. They hadn’t been destroyed, but the condition they were left in... would likely prevent any spellcasting for at least two weeks.

Emma, who had been silent until then, gripped Armand’s arm tightly.

"Please be careful..."

He turned his face slowly and smiled at her.

"Trust me."

Her smile was timid, uncertain, but sincere. Nervous, Emma added:

"Avoid close combat… please!"

Armand gave a light chuckle. He reached for Emma’s witch hat and quickly snatched it off. Then, clumsily, he ruffled her hair.

"Hey!"

She shouted, fixing her strands.

He laughed harder and left the room without looking back.

The doors opened.

Armand stepped into the arena. His hands were relaxed, but his eyes scanned everything: the atmosphere, the ground, the distance, the shadows, the ceiling openings.

On the other side, the girl appeared.

**Corcee.**

Short pink hair. Her moss-green leotard clung tightly to her body, perfectly outlining her silhouette, and her curves were evident—large breasts, bigger than Lillith’s, but slightly smaller than Emma’s. Instead of a hat, she wore small magical flowers in her hair, gently pulsing with vital energy.

As she entered the arena, she showed no shame at all.

Armand noticed her eyes as they slowly slid down his body… and stopped where they always stopped.

Between the legs. The bulge.

She bit her lip.

She walked toward the arena's center mark. Only then did she raise her eyes to meet Armand’s.

Her voice came soaked in malice:

"Ever since I saw you yesterday in the arena… I needed this. I needed to fight you."

She took a step closer. Her hips swayed.

"I’ve already crushed countless little balls… until they pop!"

She made a snapping gesture with her fingers, as if bursting an invisible bubble.

"But never one this big..."

There was real excitement in her voice. Almost sickly.

"I need to see it. See how they lose their shape. Hear the sound of the POP. See you crying like a useless fool on the ground. I wonder… the bigger they are, the more humiliating the fall?"

She turned her back, looked over her shoulder, gave two light slaps to her own face, and turned back to Armand.

"It’s nothing personal, okay? I’m just… curious."

She smiled, angelic.

"If you're good... you'll win. But..."

Her eyes scanned between his legs again.

"If not... I don’t want to win. I want to destroy those precious orbs."

Armand said nothing. Not a word.

He took his combat stance. Left foot forward, right arm relaxed, left hand raised in front of his face like a mirror. A faint aura of mana enveloped his silhouette.

"Huh… cold type, huh?"

She shrugged. Started bouncing from side to side.

With each bounce, her breasts shook with absurd intensity. The leotard seemed unable to contain it all. The waves of movement gave the impression of mountains in an earthquake.

She smiled, eyes gleaming.

"Alright then… I’m ready!"

On the outside, Armand kept a neutral expression, a firm face, and calculating eyes. But inside, a storm.

Even with all his experience as an elite mage, decades of battle, having faced magical aberrations and survived disintegration rituals, nothing had prepared him to hear with such calmness that woman declare she wanted to blow up his balls.

Thoughts raced at an absurd speed.
“She couldn’t... right?”
“She’s weaker than me... technically...”
“But what if... she hits by luck?!”
“Would she really... destroy them?!”

The doubts collided with each other. He tried to push them away. Focus. Concentration. He took a deep breath.

The judge began walking toward the center of the arena, where Armand and Corcee waited. Each step echoed in the magical space, and the energy around the battlefield fluctuated slightly.

The judge turned first to Corcee.

“Are you ready to begin?”

Corcee nodded, a wide smile on her face and eyes shining like a child about to unwrap a gift.

The judge turned to Armand but suddenly stopped. Her gaze became distant.

“Huh...? What’s going on?”

She put two fingers to her ear, activating the small magical runic communicator hidden under her hair.

“Hello? Answer me. Hey! What happened?!”

The judge’s face twisted. Confusion.

Armand narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong.

Corcee stopped jumping, her breasts swaying in slow motion until still. She also silently looked at the judge.

Suddenly...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM

A colossal explosion tore through the air.

The sound thundered throughout the arena, and a column of black smoke violently rose from the most luxurious box, the one reserved for the event’s creator, where the grand final prize was also kept.

The crowd erupted in screams of despair. Sounds of running, chairs falling over, magical alarms blaring.

From the clouds of smoke and debris, two figures emerged amid blue flames and burning mana particles.

One was a man, dressed completely in black, hood covering his head, face hidden by dark fabric.

Next to him... Nyx.

She landed with a precise somersault.
Both landed with bent knees and immediately began running, moving in opposite directions for a few meters before meeting again near the center.

The judge was frozen, still trying to understand the situation.

Corcee was still processing everything.

But Armand...
He didn’t think. He reacted.

He extended his left palm toward the hooded man, trying to grab him.

But the enemy spun his body acrobatically, grabbed Armand’s wrist with absolute precision, and using Armand’s own force against him, twisted the mage’s arm and threw him to the ground.

Armand’s body spun through the air before landing on his back.

Nyx jumped over his body, passing like a sensual, swift shadow, and whispered as she crossed over him:

“I’ll take care of you later.”

Armand saw. Nyx was holding the Arcane Leaves necklace. The prize item.

Instinctively, he activated the shadow manipulation spell. His mana pulsed, expanding from the ground beneath his feet, connecting his shadow to Nyx’s.

She fell instantly, stumbling and rolling across the stone floor.

Meanwhile, the hooded man continued on. Passing by Corcee, still in shock, he shot a concentrated electric energy beam at her, like a thunder whip.

ZZZZRRRAAAPPP

The discharge enveloped the girl’s body, wrapping around her torso and legs, and threw her forcefully to the ground.

“UNNNGH!”
She screamed, trembling as the electricity coursed through her body.

The judge, on the other hand, already had her eyes on the target: the man’s balls. But as soon as Nyx fell, the judge’s gaze immediately focused on the magical jewel that slipped from her hand.

The Arcane Leaves necklace.

As much as she really wanted to kick some balls, she knew what the priority was...

She frowned, rolled her eyes in disgust, and vanished in a blink of light. A magical blink.

She reappeared next to the necklace, grabbing it quickly.

“SHIT!”
The hooded man shouted, immediately changing course to try to reach her.

But from the opposite door of the arena, several other judges appeared.

The man stopped immediately.

“Nyx!”
He shouted urgently.

“I saw!”
She answered, her voice impatient, still trapped in Armand’s shadow.

She closed her eyes, concentrating mana in the soles of her feet, channeling it toward the shadow link. The connection began to tremble.

“We lost the necklace heh... Eliza is going to kill us.”

“Not if I get it back.”
Said the man, watching the judges approaching quickly.

“Together, killing these judges is a matter of seconds, but do you think we can catch a judge with a magic blink?” Nyx asked.

“I’ll figure something out.”
The man replied.

Nyx turned back, her eyes finally returning to Armand.

“Hey... I think we don’t need the necklace. I just remembered something Eliza might like even more if we bring it.”

“Huh?”
The man asked, confused.

“Hold those judges for me, real quick.”

“WHAT? Alone?! That’s a different story!”
He grumbled.

“Just do it!”
She shouted, running toward Armand.

Armand was already standing, then began to question.

“Hey, answer me, who is…”

But he didn’t finish. Nyx launched two high-speed blue energy spheres. Armand dodged by twisting his torso and stepping back twice, the projectiles exploding on the ground behind him.

Nyx advanced, swift as a serpent.

Meanwhile, the man in black clapped his hands forcefully.
BOOOMMM

A massive shockwave spread in a 180-degree arc.

The walls shook. Pieces of stone loosened. Five of the judges were thrown like dolls against the arena walls, fainting or screaming in pain.

The remaining three hesitated. But one of them, determined, slid across the arena with the help of magical winds, drawing a turquoise mana sword.

She advanced in zigzag, making three diagonal cuts.

The man dodged as if dancing.

He prepared the counterattack when he felt a presence behind him.

“Blink?!”

The second judge had teleported. She appeared behind him with a runic dagger in hand.

He spun his body. Sharp leaves emerged from his skin like thorns. They flew in an arc, hitting the judge with the sword, throwing her away.

The blink girl recoiled instinctively.

The man fell in a controlled manner and, in the same movement, punched downward at the tip of the blink judge’s foot.

The blow seemed weak.

But an electric burst came right after.

Her leg was violently thrown backward. A horrible crack.

She fell, screaming, her bone visibly dislocated.

“Great, now only…”

He turned around. But it was too late.

One last judge was there.

She grabbed his hand with absurd precision. Only two fingers touching his palm.

“PRESSURE!”

An invisible wave of concentrated force shot through her fingers. The sensation was like two hydraulic pistons crushing the bones of his hand.

The pain throbbed like an invisible hammer smashing the man’s bones. Those two fingers of the judge squeezed his palm with supernatural force. The muscles in his arm trembled. The pressure increased every second. Veins bulged on his face, temple, and neck. Sweat dripped like mercury droplets down his clenched jaw.

“She’s going to crush my whole hand...”
he thought.

He knew how those judges’ techniques worked. First came restraint. Then domination. And the third stage... was always humiliation.

He felt the typical movement coming. She would change the direction of the attack in seconds, and he knew the sequence. After holding one hand, the next move was almost always... straight for the balls.

He couldn’t let that happen. One slip and everything would be lost.

His body reacted.

The left hand, still free, glowed with a dull blue-gray light. A magical blade sprang forth from a small transmutation circle that appeared in the center of his palm. It wasn’t an ordinary sword. The edge was irregular, wavering as if alive. The aura around it seemed to vibrate between solid and vaporous.

He twisted his wrist and moved the blade in a horizontal line.

The judge moved at the same instant, stepping back two paces with feline agility. She dodged effortlessly.

But then she realized...
he hadn’t aimed at her.

The cut went straight for his own wrist.

The blade passed through his skin, tendons, nerves, and flesh as if they were water.

His left arm was now ended in a gleaming cut, dripping dark blood.

The judge’s eyes widened.

The man retreated swiftly. His feet clicked rhythmically on the ground. He took three long leaps backward, keeping his eyes on the opponent, shoulders raised, teeth bared in a grimace of pain, but still controlled.

The judge, on the other hand, was frozen.
“What...?”
She did not understand.

He had cut his own hand... without hesitation.

But the shock did not last long.

From the sliced shoulder, a new energy manifested. A dark, viscous aura. Like a mark. It was almost like living ink. Half purple, half black. It writhed as if breathing.

The mark began to move, spinning on his arm. And then...

As if it were the most mundane thing in the world, a new hand sprouted.

Bones first. Then muscles. Skin. Nails. Tendons. All in perfect harmony.

In less than five seconds, the hand was there. Complete. Perfect. Flexible. Articulated.

The judge stepped back.
“That... is impossible...”

No healing technique could recreate a whole hand so quickly. Not even the most legendary restorative rituals would do that without days of channeling. Maybe weeks.

But he... he regenerated with an unknown magic. As if it were... normal.

The judge pushed those thoughts aside. The battle was still happening.

She advanced.

Quick steps. The ground vibrated under her feet. She pushed off with her right heel, propelling her body forward. The runic sword appeared in her hand, made of pure violet light. She spun it through the air. A diagonal strike. Another horizontal. A third vertical blow aiming at his shoulder.

The man did not move.

He just extended the other hand.

“RAZ-THO!”

An explosion of arcane energy.

A white wave of pure magical force swept through the arena. The impact hit the woman like a wall. Her body was thrown several meters, tearing through the air at an absurd speed.

Her body crashed into the opposite wall, cracking the enchanted concrete. The wall gave way under the impact. A crater formed.

She fell, unconscious. Totally out of the fight.

The arena fell silent for half a second.

In Armand’s private dressing room with his students, Emma felt her heart freeze.

She had watched it all.

She understood every detail.

“That man... he is way above standard level.”

Emma ran to the door of the room.

“Everyone, we have to go now! We need to help Armand!”

But the door wouldn’t open.

The doorknob turned, but with no result.

Locked.

Emma tried, tried, and nothing... She pushed the door with all her strength...

“It’s a total sealing spell...”
Celestina said.

Nyx had locked everything before acting, all the boxes, she wanted to make sure the plan would work.

The three began attacking the door with different spells.

Wind explosions, fireballs, cutting waves. But nothing. The sealing barrier was high level.

Emma looked at the arena, desperate.

Meanwhile, the man, still with his newly formed hand, looked to the side.

His eyes caught a silhouette.

A blonde woman, standing firm.

Stellar. Somehow she was outside the box!

She said nothing. Didn’t need to.

Her eyes were half-closed. The shining black staff in her hands. Hair tied in an elegant bun. Firm thighs, ready for combat. She walked calmly, as if unimpressed by anything.

The man was startled by her sudden presence. How did she get out of the box?!

He raised his arm to cast a spell.

Stellar was already beside him.

A sharp crack. Her staff hit his forearm.

It was fast. Simple. Precise.

He didn’t scream, but the sound of flesh being struck reverberated.

He tried to counterattack, aiming magic at her chin.

Nothing came out.

He blinked, confused.

The staff...

That staff... had temporarily nullified his magic?

Before he could react, she brutally pulled his arm. Spun his body in a wide arc.

He fell on his back. His spine hit the ground hard. The air left his lungs.

But she didn’t stop.

In the same motion, she grabbed one of his legs.

Pulled it up, violently. His body bent like a rope.

Stellar positioned herself on top, knee pressed on his stomach, holding his torso down.

She held the raised leg with one hand.

With the other...

She opened her hand and grabbed between his legs.

“WAIT! WAIT!”

He screamed.

Stellar didn’t respond.

Her gaze was icy.

When she grabbed, she felt. And furrowed her brow slightly.

Only... one ball?

“He... only has one?”
She thought, surprised.

“He does all that... with only one?”

But the conclusion was quick.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“If I destroy this one... he won’t do anything else.”

She squeezed with all her strength.

“AAAAAAGGHHHAAAAAAA!”

The man screamed. His voice tore his throat like hot glass.

But soon the scream turned into a thin sound, a sharp whimper, almost like a dying animal.

Then... silence.

Two seconds later...

“Pop.”

Stellar released for a second. Squeezed again.
Released. Squeezed.

Total destruction. No chance of healing.

She finally let go and stood calmly.

She left the man’s inert body on the ground. His eyes were open but unfocused. His mouth drooled.

Stellar turned her face.

And started walking.

Her goal was clear now: to help Armand