Lillith - Chapter 43 - Students vs. Teacher!

This episode is loooong, but it’s also a special one! Whether you want it or not, it’s highly anticipated! The story’s twists are getting more intense now, and little by little, we’re entering the final arc of the story. I might take some time to post, but I won’t abandon this series. Thanks to everyone who’s still following along, and… DON’T FORGET THE FEEDBACK!!! I LOVE READING COMMENTS!!!!!


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Emma was still on her knees, her body trembling slightly. Her lungs struggled for air, each cough sounding like a blade scraping inside her throat. Her right hand pressed against her chest while her eyes slowly lifted. The smoke of the spells still lingered over the devastated field, small fragments of purple and red magic flickering in the air like glowing ashes refusing to fall.

Lillith, a few steps ahead, kept her eyes fixed on the open field. Her disheveled hair clung partly to her face, sweaty and speckled with dust. She breathed heavily, her legs weak, but she still stood.

Synthila, at her side, walked in slow steps, almost dragging her feet over the rough ground. Her fingers flexed as if still feeling the texture of his ball in her palm.

The three walked, in slow synchrony, to where Luminar was kneeling. He allowed himself no distractions, his hands moving in complex, rapid gestures, conjuring successive layers of healing circles glowing in golden and bluish tones. His face was tense but focused, like a craftsman before a delicate piece that could not fail. In front of him, the fallen teachers received the restoring light. Seraphina, motionless, looked almost like a sleeping statue. The contrast of her natural grandeur with that state of fragility weighed the atmosphere further.

Luminar, without taking his eyes off his conjurations, spoke in a firm voice.
"Good teamwork, girls... truly impressive... But... what will be done now?"

Emma slowly lifted her face. She glanced toward the direction Armand had taken, the shadow of the forest ahead seemed to pulse like a living threat. Her lips trembled for a moment before she asked.
"The teachers... will they be able to get up?"

Luminar sighed deeply, his hand movements never ceasing, though the glow of the magic flickered for a second. He then replied.
"I apologize for the delay... the complexity of the strike Armand used is greater than you imagine. That conjuration, that extremely powerful beam of energy..."

He stopped. His eyes closed for a moment, and his mouth hung slightly open. When he spoke again, there was weight in his voice.
"If the teachers hadn’t pulled you out of the way... you would probably be dead right now."

Emma swallowed hard, the knot in her throat tightening further.

Luminar continued, explaining as his magical gestures grew faster.
"Their power level is what saved your lives. Esmeralda, even though not as overwhelming as the others, has always had absurd endurance... how many times have I seen her deliberately take blows just to trap enemies in ambushes... That made the difference here."

He briefly shifted his gaze, incredulous, to Seraphina.
"And to think that a single conjuration was enough to leave the incredible, the fearsome Seraphina... fallen, unconscious..."

Silence weighed in the air.

Luminar inhaled deeply, and his expression shifted, gaining confidence.
"But... I was hired for a reason. I am the best healing mage in the world. And I will prove that here."

He doubled his hand movements, the healing circles multiplied in complex layers, and the golden light illuminated the entire field.

Emma forced a brief smile, even though her chest ached with each breath.
"I believe in you."

But that smile lasted only a moment. Soon, her eyes turned again to the forest, to Armand’s direction. The heat in her gaze contrasted with the chill of the night.

She murmured, with restrained anger.
"The right thing would be to wait... wait for the teachers to wake again... but..."

Lillith approached her, still limping, and added in a hoarse, almost ironic voice.
"But you want to go after him... just as much as I do, don’t you?"

Emma looked at her, and without needing to say anything more, simply confirmed with a nod.

Synthila, who had been silently observing until then, snapped her fingers, breaking the moment like one sealing a decision.
"Then it’s decided. The three of us are going after Armand."

Her smile was dangerous, yet sincere. Her eyes glinted as she added.
"And don’t worry... last time I faced that idiot, I got very close to crushing those useless balls of his. If it hadn’t been—"

Emma snapped her head quickly toward Synthila, interrupting her almost with a shout.
"He wasn’t fighting with all his strength that time!"

Synthila raised an eyebrow.
"Huh?"

Emma took a deep breath, trying to control her voice that broke with emotion.
"Armand... only fights with his full will when someone he loves is in danger. I’ve seen it happen. I saw him fight like that once to protect Seraphina."

The memory burned inside her, mixing admiration, fear, pride, and jealousy in bitter doses. Her fists trembled.

"He would kill someone in two seconds if he had to... But that’s also his greatest fear. Killing someone unnecessarily. That’s why he only unleashes his real power when it’s absolutely necessary, and for him, necessary is only and solely saving someone he loves."

She breathed deeply again, as if each word was being torn out of her.
"But now... now that he’s under mind control... he probably wouldn’t hesitate to kill us. He wouldn’t care."

Her words echoed across the field, and the three of them felt the weight of reality fall upon them.

Emma, however, did not stop.
"Our luck is that Armand has always been... a little egocentric. To some extent, he likes to show off. He prefers displaying power rather than finishing a fight in two seconds."

She slowly turned, eyes fixed on Lillith, and, forcing herself to swallow her own pride, said firmly.
"As much as I hate to admit it... unless we hit his balls, thus reducing his magical power... he can finish the fight whenever he wants. And if he does... we’ll be dead."

Silence fell again. The tension was palpable. Emma closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and asking, her voice heavy with emotion.
"Are you sure... you want to go after him with me?"

Lillith froze for a few seconds. Shock was etched on her face. Her eyes gleamed for a moment, as if old memories had surfaced. Then she took a deep breath. Her silence broke with a short, almost mocking laugh.

"Are you really asking me... if I want to go after crushing the balls inside my favorite punching bag? And you still think I’d say no?"

Emma blinked a few times, but couldn’t hold back the slight relief spreading in her chest.

Synthila, laughing too, lifted her chin with confidence.
"Besides, I still want my revenge on him."

Emma felt a mix of worry and hope. Her eyes trembled, but there was a new glow there. She breathed deeply, rising fully to her feet.

"Alright..."

She paused, looking at them both seriously.

"... then..."

Another breath, deep.

"... Let’s go!"

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The three women walked with firm steps, dry leaves crunching beneath their feet, each body prepared for the imminent confrontation.

Ahead, in an open space within the woods, Armand sat on the ground, leaning against the thick base of a tree, seemingly relaxed, as if he had no worries at all. He slowly spun small sparks of energy between his fingers, creating figures and arcane circles just to amuse himself. His calm expression was almost provocative.

When he noticed the approach of the three witches, his expression changed. With a gentle gesture, he closed his hand and dispelled the magic he had been manipulating, leaving only a residual glow to fade in the air. Slowly, he stood, lightly patting his clothes as if he didn’t even take them seriously.

"Well, well! I’m surprised, I won’t lie!" he said, with a smile full of arrogance. "I thought Torne would last a little longer..."

Emma frowned and took two steps forward, her feet crushing the moss covering the ground.

Armand raised his index finger, waving it slightly in her direction. "But it makes sense... we’re talking about Emma, whether you like it or not. My favorite student, right? I taught you well!"

His words cut deep. Emma felt her stomach churn. It should have sounded like a compliment, but in this situation, it was poison. Her lips pressed together, her heart racing, and she forced herself not to let her anger explode immediately.

Armand glanced to the side and fixed his eyes on Lillith. His smile widened, laden with sarcasm. "And you, Miss Lillith? You’re truly surprising to still be alive... honestly, those big boobs don’t match your strength... and..."

He didn’t finish. Emma couldn’t wait any longer. In a surge of pure fury, she charged at him, her feet pounding the ground. At the same time, her hands rose, and a wall of fire appeared, following her motion like a living wave of flames spreading toward Armand.

Armand arched an eyebrow, still smiling. When the flames were about to reach him, he bent his knees and leapt effortlessly, quickly landing on one of the tree branches behind him. The fire consumed the space where he had been sitting, leaving black marks on the trunk.

From above, balanced as if at home, he spoke disdainfully: "Don’t want to talk then, huh? Fine... if you want to shorten your last minutes even more, go ahead!"

Synthila didn’t hesitate. Her eyes glowed with purple energy, and she launched a shining orb that sliced through the air like a lightning bolt toward Armand. He, however, moved with astonishing lightness, dodging easily while maintaining his balance on the branches.

Emma seized the opening. She ran toward the tree trunk and, with an impressive leap, grabbed one of the branches. Instantly, her hands began to glow in golden hues, and the entire tree responded to her magic. The trunk vibrated, and the branches began twisting and growing toward Armand, attempting to trap him like wooden serpents.

She climbed quickly, getting closer to him. Her eyes were fixed on a single point. But Armand seemed calm. He simply touched one of the moving branches. Immediately, the branch crumbled to dust before his fingers, and in response, the entire tree lost the energy Emma had put into it, ceasing to move.

Emma, who had been using that specific branch for support, lost her footing. Her eyes widened as she felt the emptiness beneath her. She fell through midair, instinctively stretching her hand to reach something. Her fingers passed inches from Armand’s pants, almost touching the round bulge that stood out in his groin.

Had she grabbed it... the full weight of her body, the weight of Emma with her massive breasts, supported only by the fragile cords holding those pathetic spheres... would have been every man’s absolute nightmare. But the opportunity slipped. All Armand felt was a slight breeze near his most vulnerable point.

He let out a small sigh of relief. But the next gust was different. A small, metallic, silver orb came whizzing through the air toward him. Armand’s eyes widened for a moment. He recognized it. It was the same cursed orb Morgana had used against him back when all this chaos began.

His gaze quickly fixed on Lillith. "When did she teach you this spell too?!"

The bouncing orb glimmered, alive, almost as if it had a will of its own, turning the battle into a four-on-one. The silver sphere shot toward him, forcing him to dodge in a quick motion. Immediately after, another purple orb sent by Synthila crossed the space, and he had to twist in the air to avoid it again.

Lillith, for her part, concentrated energy in her hands and launched the same purple fireball that had knocked out Torne minutes earlier. The orb flew straight, but Armand simply opened his hand. A circular rune appeared in the air, absorbing the magic completely. The fire disappeared into the rune as if it had never existed.

He fell back to the ground but had to leap again immediately when the bouncing orb passed dangerously close to his groin. The sphere bounced on the ground and came back spinning, ready for another attack.

At that moment, Synthila attempted a direct approach. She ran across the ground, her high heels leaving marks in the soft soil, and leapt at him, spinning her body to deliver a hammer kick aimed at Armand’s face. The jump radiated a clear intent to injure and draw blood.

But Armand, without even looking directly, simply extended his hand and grabbed her leg mid-air. The movement was precise, as if he had predicted the attack perfectly.

"Nice try," he said with irony.

With absurd strength, he pulled Synthila by her leg and spun her, bringing her body against his in a movement that resembled a forced embrace. He held her like a toy in his hands.

"I’m going to need your airbags real quick," he said, amused.

At that instant, the bouncing orb, moving at high speed, collided directly with Synthila’s chest.

The impact was brutal. Of course, it couldn’t compare even 10% to the devastating effect it would have caused on a man if it hit the groin, but still, the pain that coursed through her body was unbearable. Her eyes widened, and a muffled scream escaped her mouth. Her body writhed as she fell to the ground, clutching her chest in desperation.

The orb, meanwhile, lost momentum after the impact and rolled beside her, still pulsating in silver.

Emma didn’t hesitate. Her eyes shone, and the sky above responded. Dark clouds began forming into a whirlwind, thunder cracking. The air grew heavy, electricity coursing through the space.

Armand looked up and laughed. "Look who’s standing!"

He raised his hand, and a powerful gravitational force pulled Emma from the ground toward him. She flew as if sucked in, and when she reached him, Armand grabbed her by the waist. He held her theatrically, as if she were his partner in a waltz.

He spun on his axis, leaving Emma disoriented. Not just from the rapid movement, but from the situation: being trapped in the arms of the man she loved, even in a deadly combat context, left her confused for a moment.

"Did the fall hurt? Because this is going to hurt more!"

With those words, his hands glowed, he finished the spin, and hurled Emma toward Lillith.

Lillith, seeing her friend’s body flying toward her, instinctively opened her arms to catch her. But the impact was far stronger than expected. Emma was not just a thrown body... she was like a wrecking ball, packed with energy and force.

They collided violently, the impact kicking up dust from the ground around them. The sound echoed through the open space, and they fell together, rolling over the earth.

Armand laughed. He looked at the scene and raised his arms theatrically. "Where’s the bravery I saw before? Where’s the 'Girl Power?!' Is this what I taught you, Emma? If this is the best you can do, I’ve failed as a teacher! How can my favorite student be so weak?"

He walked calmly toward where Synthila was still recovering from the brutal chest blow. With a swift move, he delivered a side kick, tossing her aside as if she were nothing.

"Look at this..." he said softly, almost as if speaking to himself. "So weak... so innocent... so vulnerable... so easy to break..."

"THE SAME CAN BE SAID ABOUT YOUR BALLS, YOU IMBECILE!"

Synthila shouted, ignoring the pain in her chest, and lunged at him, trying to grab directly at the region between his legs.

But Armand was faster. When her hand was about to reach its target, he lifted his foot and stomped hard on her hand mid-air, pinning it to the ground.

Her scream of pain echoed, sharp and desperate.

"Ah ah, no, no..." he said, slowly twisting his foot over her hand, intensifying the agony. "Hands off my precious treasure, please."

He laughed cruelly as he increased the pressure with each movement.

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Armand continued kicking Synthila as if she were a disposable toy. Each kick made her body shift slightly, her arms instinctively trying to protect herself. The contrast between the cruelty of the act and the relaxed smile on Armand’s face made everything even more disturbing. He wasn’t fighting for survival; he was having fun.

Meanwhile, Emma and Lillith slowly got to their feet. Their bodies still bore the pain of previous attacks, but their eyes revealed that giving up was not an option. Lillith looked at Emma seriously, her voice heavy with exhaustion. "This way... we’ll just drain our own mana... and then we’ll be dead."

Emma placed one hand on her knee to rise, the other arm trembling slightly from effort. Her body begged for rest, but her mind wouldn’t allow it. She desperately tried to come up with a plan. But the more she thought, the more her mind seemed like an empty prison. Nothing came. Nothing seemed possible. Her chest filled with anger and frustration.

"How is this possible..." she thought, biting her lower lip. "All we need is one hit. One miserable strike to his balls and the fight would be ours. Why can’t we do it?!"

Armand, unhurried, noticed the two moving. His gaze left Synthila for a moment and turned to Emma and Lillith, noticing them exchanging quick words. He raised an eyebrow, as if witnessing a private joke only he understood.

With sudden brutality, he grabbed Synthila by the hair and lifted her head. Her half-closed eyes were forced to look up at him. His smile widened.

"You two going to keep chatting?" he said in a deep, calm voice, as if there were no urgency. He tilted his face, looking directly at Synthila. "Because if you keep this up, the purple-haired girl here is going to end up dying tragically."

Synthila’s body trembled. Fear was etched on her face, her teeth clenched. Armand, giving no space for a response, began to concentrate energy. His hands glowed with bluish light, sparks appearing like contained lightning. The air around vibrated, charged, as if ready to explode.

Emma, Lillith, and Synthila felt it. It was impossible not to. The accumulated power made their skin tingle, hair moving even without wind.

Armand smiled cruelly. "I wonder... is a plasma beam through your skull enough?"

Synthila panicked. She began pulling desperately at the hair trapped in his hand. Her fingers clutched his wrist, trying to break free, but it was useless. The grip was relentless. Her arms moved more, attempting one last play: to reach his groin. But her fingers found only empty air; the distance was cruel, impossible to close.

Emma and Lillith realized simultaneously that Armand would not wait. He wouldn’t give them time to plan. If they didn’t act now, Synthila would be dead.

Emma was the first to react. She lunged without thinking, her feet pounding the ground, kicking up dust behind her. Her eyes were fixed on Armand. But this impulse was her momentary downfall.

Armand moved his leg with precision, as if he had already anticipated it. The kick hit her throat squarely.

The dry sound echoed, and Emma staggered back. Her body recoiled, one hand automatically clutching her neck. The coughs came, harsh, suffocating, each breath stabbing like a knife.

Lillith seized the opening and quickly cast a spell. A gray sphere formed in her hands, spinning with dense particles. She threw it at Armand with all her strength.

Armand didn’t seem bothered. He moved his hand, and as if it were a mere ball, redirected the spell downward, smashing it into the ground. The impact was followed by thick gray smoke spreading, covering everything.

Less than a second later, through the curtain, light. Intense, overwhelming, blinding. The plasma beam was finally unleashed, illuminating the forest with a flash that lasted moments.

Lillith looked desperately through the smoke, trying to see. Her eyes widened, her breath quickened. "Synthila..." she whispered, unable to see what was happening inside.

As the smoke began to clear, her heart almost stopped. A silhouette was falling, the body hitting the ground and shattering into countless crystal fragments. The sound of breaking glass echoed like a sentence.

But a few meters ahead, Emma was on her knees, holding Synthila by the shoulders. Energy flowed from Emma’s hands. Synthila breathed deeply, exhausted, her pale, sweaty face nearly fainting. Emma kept her upright, her expression serious and determined.

Armand paused. His eyes narrowed. He looked at the scattered pieces on the ground, then at Emma.

"Crystal substitution? Clever, I’d say..."

The words came with forced admiration, but his expression quickly shifted to irritation. Without hesitation, he kicked Synthila hard. Her body rolled away, out of combat.

Emma barely had time to react. Armand grabbed her and forced her to her feet brutally, lifting her by the arm. Her eyes widened as he stared at her.

His fist came fast. A direct punch to her face. Emma felt her head spin.

Before she could recover, another punch hit her left breast, then another to the right. The pain was sharp, distinct, but there was no time to process. The third punch hit her face again, stronger than the first, enough to violently shake her head.

Her vision blurred. The forest colors mixed, her mind emptied. Her legs buckled, and she fell to the ground, her body limp as if her consciousness had been ripped away for moments.

Armand took a deep breath and slowly turned to Lillith.

Lillith froze. Her eyes filled with terror. But she reacted: raising her hands, she created another silver bouncing orb, launching it at him at high speed.

Armand, impassive, raised his hand and positioned it in front of his own groin. At the exact moment, he caught the orb mid-air. The spell was immediately nullified, the sphere disintegrating into shining particles.

Lillith felt the desperation intensify. She began casting spell after spell, lightning, spheres, flames, anything to keep distance. At the same time, she ran backward, stumbling over branches, her breath uncontrolled.

Armand dodged everything. Each attack was deflected with the palm of his hand, as if nothing. He continued walking slowly, each step calm. His lips formed a sadistic smile, his eyes glinting with amusement.

It was like a horror movie. The victim ran, desperate, using everything she had, and the monster walked, unhurried, knowing it was inevitable.

But Armand made a mistake. He thought those strikes would fully knock out Emma... He had underestimated Emma.

Seconds later, still dizzy, her face marked by the punches, Emma began to rise. Her breathing was heavy, her leg trembling, but she stood. Her eyes, however, showed a new clarity.

She looked at Lillith, running desperately. Looked at Synthila, fallen far away. She assessed the situation. Hitting his balls once wasn’t enough. Weakening his magic alone wasn’t enough. If only she and Lillith remained, and if he still had strength, they couldn’t defeat him.

She then shifted her gaze to him. Armand walked confidently, muscles relaxed, but between his legs, clearly swinging, were the two orbs that held all that arrogance.

Emma had never wanted this. She never wanted to crush anyone’s balls. She never wanted to strip a man of his magic, even knowing it was possible. But now... it was necessary. The only way to win this fight was destroying what he valued most. She would have to destroy the balls of the man she loved...

She took a deep breath, her entire body screaming in pain, and stepped forward.

Meanwhile, Lillith tripped. Her leg caught on a root, and she fell to the ground, the perfect horror movie cliché. Her face filled with despair.

Armand approached her, step by step. She continued casting useless spells, even on the ground. But he already knew. He had already won.

When he reached her, he raised his leg and kicked her head. The impact was dry, brutal, immediately stopping her magic.

He raised his right hand, slowly closing his fingers to form the famous “gun” with his hands. He pointed directly at her head.

"Goodbye, Lillith. You were a terrible student."

Silence fell for a moment.

"THUNK! CRUSH!"

The sound wasn’t magical. It was physical. Armand froze. His eyes widened.

The pain came like thunder. Sharp, tearing, suffocating.

He looked down and saw it. A red-heeled foot thrust precisely between his legs.

"Sorry, professor..."

Emma’s voice echoed behind him.

He had underestimated her. And it would cost him everything.

His mind collapsed. He had been kicked before. Valerya. Seraphina. Tortured by Morgana. Punched nearly to castration by Synthila. Even gym weights had fallen on his balls. But nothing, nothing in the world compared to the pain now tearing him apart. Or rather... tearing his balls apart.

The sound... that terrible sound... was his balls breaking.

And the one responsible was his favorite student. The one he believed incapable of drawing a drop of blood from him.

In that moment, the pain was indescribable. His mind screamed, his eyes widened to the limit, and he finally understood. All the women who had kicked him at that school hadn’t castrated him because they didn’t want to. Because if they had, one kick would have been enough.

Emma’s foot descended, completing the movement.

Lillith, still on the ground, saw clearly. The grotesque thing remaining between Armand’s legs was horrifying. The bulge in his pants revealed the two orbs completely deformed, crushed beyond repair.

Armand remained still. Eyes fixed, not blinking. His mouth never opened to scream. A single tear ran down his face, slow, inevitable. His hands finally reached his groin, pressing as if he could still protect it.

Then he collapsed to the ground. Trembling, in shock, able only to groan over his destroyed balls...
Emma stepped back, panting. Lillith looked at her while wiping blood from her nose. Emma returned the look.

"No magic... it’s only a matter of time to finish this fight..."

Emma knelt, her breathing failing.

"What have I done?..."

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Emma and Lillith were exhausted. Their panting breaths were heavy, each inhale scraping their throats, each exhale carrying the metallic taste of blood and sweat. Their bodies trembled, muscles screaming from mana overuse and the blows they had taken. Yet both remained awake, only because giving up would mean death.

The wind carried the smell of burnt earth and shattered leaves. Silence weighed down the scene, until a low groan cut through the air.

Up ahead, fallen, Armand still writhed, hands clutching between his legs, his face twisted in pain. He groaned over his balls, but somehow remained conscious. With each involuntary contraction, the two witches felt hope and despair simultaneously.

They only needed a final strike. One precise attack and he would collapse. But neither could move with accuracy. Their bodies refused to obey.

Time dragged cruelly. Two minutes felt like hours. Emma’s heart pounded unevenly.

Finally, Lillith managed to place her hand on the ground and rise. Her face was smeared with dirt and blood, her eyes half-closed. When she lifted her gaze toward Armand, something made her eyes widen.

The bulges between his legs.

They were no longer destroyed.

Horror overtook her face.

"Ern… Emma?..." Lillith’s voice trembled.

Emma, still lying down, lifted her tired eyes. When she saw the scene, her heart sank.

Armand was already beginning to rise.

Desperation gripped them both.

"How?!"

That was the only word running through their minds.

Armand drew a deep breath, lifted his head, and smiled, a mix of cruelty and pain.

"Emma… Emma… you always like to surprise me…"

"Arma…" Emma tried to speak, but there was no time.

He opened his hand and a colossal gravitational push exploded toward her.

The force sent her flying meters away, smashing into a tree. The tree splintered violently under the impact, the sound of breaking wood echoing loudly.

Emma coughed up blood as she flew through the air.

Armand smiled cruelly.

"I underestimated your endurance, but now, I’ll make sure you suffer!"

He extended his hand again, releasing another push.

The broken tree, its trunk in pieces, was thrown backward as if it were light. Emma was launched along with it, spinning in the air like a doll.

He clenched his fist midair. Her body stopped in flight, suspended, pulled by his gravitational magic.

With a sharp motion, he dragged Emma toward him.

"You won’t die now… not yet…"

His gaze was sadistic, shining with pleasure at prolonging her suffering.

"You do what you did, and still think you can just apologize and walk away? No… no…"

Before he could finish, he felt something.

A hand behind him, reaching for his groin.

His eyes widened. He turned instantly.

It was Lillith.

She had grabbed his balls from behind.

But Armand was faster. He gripped her weak arm brutally, lifted her body, and slammed her to the ground with full force. The impact dug a crater in the soil, dust rising in all directions.

A bloodied groan pierced the silence. Lillith coughed blood, motionless.

Armand looked at her with disdain.

"Huh…"

He drew a deep breath, looked at Emma, and let go.

"I think I know what you deserve."

He raised his hand, and gravity pinned Emma to the ground, crushing her body against the earth. Armand began walking toward Lillith.

"You will watch her die… see every second of her suffering before you meet the same fate!"

Emma’s eyes widened, speechless, overwhelmed with despair.

Armand leaned, lifted Lillith by one hand as if she were a lifeless doll. Blood ran from her mouth.

"So… weak…"

He looked at her with contempt.

"This is to show you, Emma… life has consequences. She’s in this state because you chose to follow me. Don’t mess with those stronger than you."

As he spoke, Armand felt something different.

A grip.

A very strong grip…

Right on his balls.

"Uhn…"

His body wavered, one knee hitting the ground.

He didn’t understand.

A voice echoed.

"Men should take this into account before messing with any woman."

His gaze lifted, confused.

From the bushes, four figures emerged.

Morgana, Seraphina, Esmeralda, and Luminar.

Morgana’s smile was cruel, her eyes gleaming with pleasure at seeing him in that state.

Armand felt another grip. Invisible nails dug into his treasures.

"But… what… the hell is this?" he shouted through clenched teeth.

Morgana raised her hand.

"What?" she said, ironic. "You really think I haven’t touched these disgusting balls enough times? That I wouldn’t come up with a secret enchantment, a hidden rune, to leash you if necessary?"

Armand’s face contorted in horror.

The grip tightened.

Luminar, eyes wide, looked at Morgana.

"This secret rune… you only put it on Armand… right?..."

His voice was full of fear.

Morgana glanced at him with pure disdain, then back with a hidden smile.

"You men are so fragile…"

Luminar shuddered.

Seraphina finally stepped forward. Her gaze fell on Emma, then Lillith, and finally on Armand.

"Armand…"

Even in agony, he looked at her and laughed.

"What’s wrong, Phina? Surprised your great hero became a villain? See their situation? Soon it will be yours!"

Emma, still conscious, could only cry, powerless.

Seraphina clenched her fists.

"Don’t you dare use that nickname."

She took a deep breath.

"Armand can call me that… you’re not Armand… you’re a zombie… a shadow of what he was… and I’m going to save you from that."

Armand laughed, but the sound was cut off by Morgana’s even crueler grip.

"You were wrong… and very wrong…" Seraphina said, voice full of disappointment. "You made your own students suffer. Something the real Armand would never do… And I’ll give you a punishment you’d impose on yourself if you touched Emma."

Seraphina turned her gaze to Esmeralda.

"Esmeralda… his balls are all yours."

Esmeralda’s eyes lit up.

Her eyes widened, a huge smile spreading across her face.

"Finally…"

She ran toward Armand, hair flying behind her.

Seraphina opened her hands, a red aura surrounding Armand, holding him upright as if bound by invisible chains.

He saw Esmeralda approaching. For him, this was more than a physical attack. It was an attack on his ego… Just Esmeralda? Their rivalry laid bare right there.

His mind collapsed. Outwardly, he tried to remain calm.

"Are you really going to do this? Destroy the balls of your great friend? Your great protector?"

He mocked, trying to provoke Seraphina, but inside begged for a change in fate.

Seraphina looked at him calmly.

"Don’t underestimate me… I know you have shared healing with Torne. Your balls will return once you wake."

Armand’s mind fell apart at the words. All hope was gone.

Esmeralda was already in front of him.

She spread her arms as if in triumph.

"Do you know how long I waited for this, dear Armand? Every mockery. Every time you thought yourself superior. Every comment about my chest. Every time you said you were better than me. It ends now. I win, Armand. I will be the woman to crush your balls!"

She looked at Morgana.

"Leave them low for me, please?"

Morgana moved her fingers, making the bulge in Armand’s pants even more evident, forced down, exposed.

Esmeralda smiled with even more cruelty.

"Now… perfect! Bye-bye, Mr. Armand’s precious jewels!"

She raised her knee with brutality.

The impact crushed the left testicle against the hard bone.

"Thuff!"

She raised and struck again.

This time, directly on the right.

"Thuff!"

She continued, alternating. Left. Right. Left. Right.

Each strike sank the orbs further, deforming them little by little.

"Thuff"
"Thuff"
"Thuff"

The muffled sound of knee strikes echoed across the field.

Luminar turned away, unable to watch. The pain was almost imaginable for any man, even one numb to it.

After nearly ten knees, Esmeralda stepped back slightly, caught her breath, and rose with full force.

"Thuff CRUSH!"

The two orbs deformed brutally. They had exploded again.

It was the second time in the same day.

On the same day, Armand felt the worst pain of his life twice.

Esmeralda didn’t stop.

"And to finish! Let’s make sure you pass out, right?"

She raised her knee three more times in succession.

"Thuff!"
"Thuff!"
"Thuff!"

Armand’s whole body trembled. His gaze went blank. He finally fainted from the pain.

His body fell, sustained only by Seraphina’s aura.

"That was great!" Esmeralda said, panting, a victorious smile on her face.

Seraphina drew a deep breath.

"But how do we make him return to normal? Getting the Kurenai bonds once was already too difficult… impossible to try again…"

A soft, firm voice echoed.

"That won’t be necessary…"

Everyone turned.

From the bushes, a woman with Asian features walked forward, wearing a tight blue leotard.

"Yu?!"

Luminar’s eyes widened at the sight of her.

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