Lillith - Chapter 46 - Emma’s Day

This chapter was centered on Emma, a little fan service for her fans, since it seems she is one of the most popular characters among them. Do you want more episodes focused on specific characters like this? Tell me, who is your favorite character? And go ahead, I’m curious… tell me… are you rooting for Emma or Seraphina in the love rivalry?

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It was a lively day, full of voices, the smell of fresh bread, and arcs of mana shimmering in colorful loops between the magical lampposts. Armand walked calmly beside Emma and Luminar, hands in his pockets, savoring a moment of tranquility he hadn’t had in a long time.

Emma, on the other hand, seemed to be in another world. She jumped from one shop window to another, pointing at every item that caught her attention.

"Look, professor! Look at this! A living mana necklace!"
She pointed to a light-blue jewel that pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat.
"Emma, be careful, don’t get too close. It might have an unstable magnetic field."
"Ah, relax! I’m not a novice anymore!"

She laughed, a light and contagious sound, drawing the attention of passersby. People on the street stared—some curious, some mocking. Even dressed more modestly than other witches, Emma couldn’t hide her impressive body. Her black dress was simple, made of light fabric, but it clung delicately to her skin, outlining her form. The black beret added a touch of cute charm, matching the smile that brought Armand memories of old times.

He felt light. It had been so long since the last time they had gone out like this, without the pressure of missions, curses, or threats. She was radiant. And for a moment, he forgot that they had almost killed each other just hours ago. He was just a man enjoying the day with a dear friend and student.

Yet, even in this atmosphere, Armand noticed the glances. From the corner of his eye, he saw men turning their heads to admire Emma’s form, the sway of her short hair, the contrast between innocence and power. Some women looked too, and Armand couldn’t tell if it was envy or mockery.

Emma, however, noticed the other side: the women staring at Armand. And not just at his face.

His balls, even covered, stood out far too much. The shape visible through the fabric of his pants was something that couldn’t go unnoticed. Emma saw curious looks, hungry ones, and also the gazes of bolder women, those who knew exactly what they would do if they got the chance: test the resilience of the largest balls they had ever seen.

Emma discreetly clenched her fists.
"None of them will touch him…" she thought.
The idea made her feel even more protective, almost possessive.

The group continued walking until they reached a more upscale street, where shop windows gleamed with gold and crystals. They entered a luxurious store, the name **"Relics of Bastet"** engraved in gold above the door. The bell chimed softly, a metallic, gentle sound.

From the back of the shop, a feline voice echoed excitedly.
"Meeeooooww! Welcome to Relics of Bas—"

The voice stopped. The girl speaking turned, eyes wide.

She was a woman with tall cat ears and a long, lively tail swaying from side to side, vibrating. Her tanned skin resembled sun-kissed gold, and her adornments had an Egyptian touch. Golden bands around her neck, tiny rings on the tips of her ears, and a translucent sash tied around her waist.

The smiling expression on her face completely changed when she saw Armand. Or rather, when she saw the round bulges in his pants.

"HOLLY FUCK…"
The reaction slipped out before she could contain it.

Armand, oblivious, was looking at the shelves.
Emma immediately stepped forward, placing herself in front of him like a shield.
"Good morning!" she said, with a frozen smile, as fake as it was perfect.

The cat-girl blinked, trying to compose herself.
"Oh! Yes! Good morning! Welcome to Relics of Bastet! How can I help you?"

"We’re exploring the city," Emma replied, her voice sweet but tense. "We thought about buying some amplification jewelry."

"Oh! Of course! You’re mages and a witch then!"
"Yes, we’re looking for fire, healing, and gravitation items."

"Perfect!"

The woman crouched behind the counter. Her tail swayed rhythmically as she picked up a tray with sparkling rings. When she stood up, she placed the set on the counter with a soft "clack."

"Here are the healing ones, these in the middle. And here on the right, the fire ones."

She crouched again, the short skirt rising dangerously. Emma noticed and frowned, glancing sideways to make sure Armand wasn’t seeing her. Luckily, he was still distracted.
"The gravitation ones are rarer, but…"

The girl stood up with another tray.
"…I have these few here."

"I see," Emma said, examining each ring with feigned attention.

Luminar approached to look at the healing ones.
"Interesting, seems they have regenerative crystal cores, an uncommon combination…" he murmured, already diving into a technical analysis.

Meanwhile, Armand, distracted, walked to a glass case positioned further back. Inside it was a staff. The golden metal reflected the store’s light, and ancient runes ran along the shaft to a blue sphere that seemed to contain a swirling energy.

"The staff of Ra'Het…" said the cat-girl, approaching silently.

Armand didn’t even notice when she stood beside him.
She rested one hand on his shoulder, warm skin, eyes gleaming.
"Legend says that whoever is chosen by Ra'Het can summon an army of soldiers. They say the staff vibrates when it senses a worthy mage."

Armand looked at the artifact curiously.
"Interesting… the structure reminds me of Sunaria’s artifacts. But this seems different in the mana channeling."

As he spoke, the cat-girl leaned closer, her body lightly brushing his arm. Her breasts, medium but firm, barely touched the fabric of his shirt.

Emma felt her blood boil.

Within seconds, she crossed the aisle, her heels echoing on the floor.
"Professor!"

She grabbed Armand by the arm and pulled him forcefully.
The cat-girl stumbled backward, off balance.
"Meow!"

Emma pulled him close, the forced smile on her face.
"Focus, professor! You need to look at the gravitational rings!"

Armand blinked, confused.
"Oh! Yes! Sorry, I think I’m still a bit dazed after the curse…"

"Yeah, I noticed," Emma replied through gritted teeth, dragging him back to the counter.

The cat-girl composed herself, adjusting her golden necklace and taking a deep breath. Her gaze now was different. Less welcoming. More… challenging.

While Emma pretended to be busy choosing rings, the attendant watched, eyes narrowed, a provocative smile forming at the corner of her lips.

They both knew.

They were not just customer and shopkeeper.
It was a silent battlefield.

Emma adjusted her beret, straightened her dress, and kept a calm expression.
The cat-girl rested her chin on her hand and the counter.
Emma couldn’t tell… was Armand unintentionally seducing her? Or was she one of those psychotics who wanted to kick his balls?...

Everything seemed calm...

Until shadows passed in front of the window. Three figures.

The attendant, who had been leaning over showing some amplification rings, froze the instant she recognized them.

"Oh! Oh no…" she murmured, eyes widening.

Before anyone could ask what was happening, she turned sharply and ran to the back of the store, the sound of her sandals striking the floor echoing.

The door bell rang.

Three people entered. Two men and a woman. All wore clothing similar to the attendant’s: golden fabrics, sashes, Egyptian necklaces, but with more serious expressions. The air seemed to change in density.

"Hello, welcome! Make yourselves at home!" shouted the attendant’s voice, now coming from behind the back wall, trying to mask her nervousness.

The three visitors walked slowly, their steps firm and coordinated. One of them, the tallest, had a scar on his cheek and looked around suspiciously. The other man, with slanted eyes and dark hair, gripped the hilt of a dagger at his waist. The woman, with a sharp, focused gaze, led the group.

They approached the same staff Armand had been observing minutes earlier. They stood silently for a few seconds, analyzing the artifact.

Then the woman looked at the two men and gave a slight nod, the gesture short and firm.

One of the men leapt over the counter in a swift motion and ran toward the back of the store.

The sound of shattering glass and wood rang immediately.

A scream followed.
"AAAAHH!"

The attendant reappeared, running desperately toward the counter, her face overtaken by panic. Behind her, the man ran with a knife in hand, the metallic gleam reflecting the golden light of the shop.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed, stumbling as she tried to jump over the counter.

The man caught up to her, pushing her. She fell on her back, sliding across the floor. He leaned over her, knife raised.

Reflexively, the attendant lifted her leg, and her heel struck with force.

The blow landed squarely.

The man’s balls were crushed between her heel and her pelvis. The impact reverberated through his whole body, and a guttural grunt escaped.

The cat-woman pulled her leg back and raised it again.

Another strike.

The man bent over, dropping the knife.

She struck a third time.

This time he managed to put his hands in front, but it was already too late.

His legs wavered, tears streaming from his eyes.

"My… balls…" he stammered, falling to his knees, his face twisted in pain.

Armand stepped forward.
"What is happening here?!"

His voice echoed loudly, authoritative. He opened his hands, preparing a spell.

"Witches?!" shouted the woman of the group, surprised.
"Oh, great! Showry!"

"Yes!" replied the other man, drawing the dagger from his waist and rushing toward Emma.

Before she could react, he grabbed her from behind, holding her tightly and pressing the blade to her neck.

"Emma!" shouted Armand, turning.

The enemy woman slid agilely across the counter, her body spinning with precision.

Armand opened his hands, preparing a magical blast, but only a small blue spark appeared, dying in the air.

"Ah? What?" he looked at his hands, confused.

The enemy woman was already moving. She spun and delivered a precise elbow strike to Luminar’s face.

The impact made a sharp sound.

Luminar staggered, bringing a hand to his nose, blood running between his fingers. He took two steps back, hitting a shelf. Bottles and pendants fell, smashing on the floor.

Armand saw the scene, still stunned that his magic didn’t work, but he knew he couldn’t hesitate.

Even without mana, he was a skilled fighter.

The woman advanced with another punch.

Armand dodged by twisting his torso to the side and grabbed her arm in midair. With his other hand, he countered with a direct elbow strike to her face.

The impact made the high-pitched sound of bone colliding.

She staggered back, head turning, hair striking her shoulder.

She looked at him incredulously.
A man had hit her.

She gritted her teeth, huffing.

She tried a sweep.

Armand jumped, body rising with precision.

Still in the air, he rotated his hips and brought down a kick to her chest.

The blow forced her back, stumbling and hitting the counter.

She coughed, trying to catch her breath, and attacked again. Four quick strikes.

Armand dodged them all. First by tilting his head. Then by spinning his body. The third he blocked with his forearm. The fourth he avoided by stepping back half a step.

When the fourth strike ended, he countered with a direct punch to her stomach.

The sound was muffled, but the force was enough to make her double over.

She dropped to her knees, holding her abdomen and gasping.

Armand rotated, preparing to turn and help Emma.

But he stopped mid-step.

The man still held Emma, the knife at her neck.

He didn’t understand… Emma was powerful enough to easily break free, so why hadn’t she?

Armand raised his hands slowly.

"Calm…" he said, eyes fixed.

The man noticed. He slightly lowered the knife, relaxing his grip, accepting Armand’s surrender.

But behind him, the woman who had been knocked down was already rising, face full of fury.

"You fucking bastard!" she shouted.

She ran and delivered a kick of rage directly to Armand’s balls.

Her foot sank between the two large orbs.

Armand’s eyes widened, his body froze completely.

He fell to his knees, face twisted in agony.

"Aaaaaaahhhhg!"

The woman was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.

"This is what you get… for… laying a hand on me!" she said, panting.

She turned her head, looking at the attendant trying to crawl away.

"Oh, and you!"

The woman grabbed the cat-girl by her golden necklace, yanking her forcefully.

"Thought you could run away, huh?"

Emma watched the scene.

Her blood boiled.

Her initial fear dissolved into pure fury.

The memories of the past weeks flooded her: battles, curses, pain, tension. All she wanted was a single day of peace with Armand.

One day.

And now, everything was breaking.

"ENOUGH!" shouted Emma.

A bluish flash coursed through her body. The veins in her arms glowed with electric energy.

She turned her palm backward and released a magical discharge.

The man holding her was hit directly.

The current ran through his body.

His body trembled and convulsed.

Emma spun and, with a scream of rage, lifted her knee with force.

The strike hit his balls directly.

The impact was devastating.

The man bent over immediately. No sound escaped. Only a muffled sigh of agony.

He collapsed to the floor, fetal position, clutching his nuts, body trembling.

The woman, seeing the scene, raised her knife again.

But she stopped.

A rune glowed in Emma’s hand, formed of blue energy.

The tip pointed directly at her.

The woman froze. Slowly, she raised her hands and let the knife drop to the floor.

The metallic sound echoed in the ensuing silence.

The other man, the first attacked by the attendant, managed to get up, limping. He walked to the counter, seeing his leader give up, and sat heavily in a chair, huffing.

After a few minutes, Armand took a deep breath and managed to stand, still sweaty and pale.

The woman looked at him, speaking with disdain.
"If you’re going to kill us, just do it…"

"Kill?" Emma replied, tone confused.
"No one’s killing anyone," Armand said authoritatively.

He lowered himself slowly.
"But you could start by explaining what the hell is going on here!"

The woman blinked, confused.
"Huh? Aren’t you thieves?"

"What?!" Armand replied immediately.
"We thought you were!"

"Hmn…"

The woman huffed, massaging her sore shoulder.

A few seconds of silence passed.

Then she began to explain.

Her voice still trembling, but firm.
"That cat-girl is a thief. She stole artifacts from various villages in the west. These jewels, these rings… everything here was plundered. We came to recover what was taken and bring her to a prison in the west."

The trio slowly looked at the attendant, who was still lying on the floor, breathing rapidly, ears down, tail still.

Emma, Armand, and Luminar exchanged glances.

The expression on all three said the same thing.

"Seriously?!"

The attendant just gave a nervous smile and shrugged, forcing a weak laugh.

"Meow… it was just… an extended loan?"

Silence…

Suddenly, the cat-girl, still with her tail flicking restlessly, looked at the three with a mischievous smile.

"Well, that’s it, bye!!!"

Before anyone could react, she ran toward the exit, leaping over the counter with the agility of someone as light as a feather.

Luminar noticed the movement and quickly positioned himself in front of the door, blocking her escape.

"Meow!!" she exclaimed.

The girl stopped abruptly, her eyes locking with Luminar’s. He was serious, expression rigid, arms crossed, body tense. Clearly, he wasn’t going to let her pass.

She smiled to the side, her small teeth showing, and then decided to take a bolder risk.

"Meowwww, you shouldn’t mess with thieves—they might end up taking your jewels!"

With an impressive, feline-like movement, almost impossible for any human, she leapt vertically, gliding through the air and landing on Luminar’s back. In an instant, her hands were on his balls, squeezing harder and harder.

Luminar froze.

The pain was instant. A shock of agony coursed through his body, his mind screaming at her to let go. He tried to speak, but only choked groans escaped.

"Just kidding… meooowwww," the cat-girl whispered in his ear, the warmth of her breath brushing the sensitive skin of Luminar.

She suddenly released herself and leapt forward, running toward the front door. With feline agility, she reached the rooftop, disappearing from the three’s sight.

The woman accompanying the two men huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at the sky with hatred.

"Ugh… she ran away again… What the hell, this is the third time already! How is this possible?!"

Luminar, still on the floor, coughing and bracing himself between his legs, spoke weakly but audibly:
"I told you! I said you can’t trust felines! They’re always trouble!"

Armand lowered his head, an involuntary gesture of humiliation. He looked at Luminar and sighed, acknowledging his friend’s embarrassing situation.

Beside him, the man Emma had knocked down was still kneeling, crying, clutching his balls tightly, breathing unevenly.

The woman then spoke impatiently:
"Dude… it’s been like five minutes… get up so we can go after her…"

The man groaned, still in pain, and tried to rise slowly.
"My… nuts…" he muttered, the woman rolling her eyes, clearly frustrated with the situation.

"Damn, why do I have to work with men? They just slow me down with those damn sensitive balls…" she said, sitting on the chair behind the counter, crossing her arms, swinging the scuffed boots that had so recently sunk into Armand’s balls.

She took a deep breath, watching the man struggle to stand. And fail miserably.
"My nuts… what the hell… Who is that girl?... Uhn…"

The woman finally turned to Luminar, Emma, and Armand.
"Well, sorry for the mess. We’re taking the things from here… Sorry, but nothing is for sale!"

Emma merely waved her hand, as if to say, “let it go.”

Emma, Armand, and Luminar left the shop, sunlight hitting the streets, casting a golden hue over the afternoon.

Armand turned to Luminar, who was still staggering slightly from the pain.
"Go back to Aveline’s house. You need to rest."

Emma’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Luminar nodded quickly and began walking back, still holding the sore area.

Finally, finally, Emma and Armand were alone.

Armand took a few steps toward Emma but stopped abruptly. He bent slightly, posture still stiff from the earlier impact.

"Ughn…"

Emma’s eyes widened. She immediately realized the situation.
"Oh damn, it’s true, he got hit in his balls a few minutes ago!" she thought.

She approached carefully, concern evident on her face.
"Are you okay?"

He smiled faintly, trying to ease the tension.
"I’m fine, I’m fine, sorry, haha…"

"Oh my God… she hit you square in the… And that boot looked hard!" she said, voice full of compassion.

Armand felt a wave of heat across his chest. Her concern made him happy, but it also filled him with humiliation. Hearing from the woman who had just kicked his balls only hours ago that she was worried about them… was… strange.

"It’s… okay haha… So, want to eat something?"

Emma smiled widely, her face lighting up.
"Yes, yes, yes, OH MY GOD, YES!!!"

Armand always took her to eat whatever she wanted, always after finishing shopping for school. Emma loved it.

The two walked to a nearby restaurant, the city calmer now, some shops closing, and the afternoon breeze starting to cool the air.

They spent the rest of the day together, going from table to table, trying various foods, laughing, and chatting about little details of the city, with no rush, just enjoying the time.

Afternoon turned into early evening. The sun began to set, reflecting orange and pink tones in the sky. The moon began to rise on the horizon, slowly illuminating the streets and casting long shadows along the way home.

Finally, they arrived at the house. The gate creaked open, the familiar sound bringing a sense of safety.

They entered and sat on the couch, completely exhausted.

"So, did you have fun?" asked Seraphina, her voice cheerful and curious. Inside, she was dying of jealousy but tried to maintain a friendly facade.

Armand and Emma nodded, both with faint smiles. The conversation didn’t last long, as the fatigue was evident.

Seraphina smiled, letting out a soft laugh.
"Wow, you’re both completely wiped out! hahahaha!"

She got up, heading to the kitchen.
"Anyway, I’m going to help Aveline make dinner. Don’t fall asleep before then, okay!"

The living room fell silent. Armand looked at Emma, who was sitting relaxed beside him.

She began talking about everything she had done that day, recounting each detail: the shops, the artifacts, the cat-girl’s escape.

Her voice gradually slowed over time. Fatigue was taking over. Slowly, she lay on her side, resting her head on Armand’s leg, completely asleep.

Armand was surprised by the scene. She really was exhausted.

Carefully, he lifted her head slightly and placed a pillow between his leg and her head.

He watched, remembering everything Emma had gone through recently, as well as what he had made her endure…

Gently, he placed his hand on her head, almost caressing her.

"Rest, Emma… you deserve it… I’m sorry for all these weeks… I promise everything will get better…"

The day, which had started tumultuous and painful, had turned into something she would never forget. The feeling of peace and closeness warmed her heart… Even asleep, she knew she had won that day.

Through the crack of the kitchen door, Seraphina watched the scene.

Jealousy overtook her. Unaware, she squeezed a wooden spoon so hard that it broke in half with a loud “CLAK!” echoing through the house.

Morgana, nearby, looked back, frowning.
"Seraphina?"

"Oh! MY GOD! I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!!!!" exclaimed Seraphina, holding the broken pieces with her hands still trembling.

Aveline let out a loud laugh, watching the scene with amusement.

Morgana rolled her eyes, sighing.
"Control yourself, please…"

The couch remained silent, Armand and Emma resting, only the soft sound of Emma’s breathing filling the room.

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