Lillith - Chapter 48 - Back to school

This chapter was different to write. I already have some ideas planned for the future, but I need to “reach them,” and for that, I have to create some intermediate chapters — and for those, I have no idea what to do! I really need some inspiration, and that made me a bit discouraged. I’m sorry for the delay in posting! But this chapter felt a bit nostalgic to me; it was nice to go back to the school chapters. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!


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The sun had barely risen over the horizon when the group finally crossed the school gates. They were back! The morning wind blew gently, scattering golden petals from the trees around the courtyard. The air carried the freshness of a new beginning.

Synthila had stayed behind in the city, as agreed. Their farewell had been brief but resolute; she said she would return later to fetch her brother.

When the group arrived before the main tower, Seraphina was already standing in front of the massive crimson wooden door. The structure, adorned with Phoenix symbols, seemed to glow under the dawn’s light. With a simple gesture from the headmistress, the two halves of the door swung open with a deep, resonant sound that echoed throughout the central hall.

“We’re home,” said Seraphina, her voice mixing exhaustion and authority.

Emma and Lillith went straight down the corridors toward the dormitories. The sound of their footsteps faded away, leaving behind only the empty echo of the great building.

The teachers remained. Armand, Morgana, Esmeralda, and Luminar stood close to Seraphina. The silence was heavy.

The sound of boots and heels against the stone floors was the only thing audible. The academy seemed to be asleep. Curtains still drawn, air slightly cold. Seraphina climbed the stairs with a steady rhythm, her red hair swaying with each step.

“It’s Saturday,” murmured Luminar. “The students are probably still asleep.”

Armand nodded. “Or off-campus. And it’s too early even for a scholar to be reviewing anything today.”

It made sense. It was a day of rest, and the whole school breathed tranquility. But then, something broke the silence.

A peculiar sound.

Low at first, almost imperceptible. But as they advanced through the corridors of the tower, it became clearer, sharper.

Morgana frowned. Esmeralda stopped walking and tilted her head.

“Do you hear that?” asked Luminar, suspiciously.

Yes. They all heard it.

Moans.

Not just any moans, but sharp, muffled ones that seemed to come from male voices. The women exchanged glances filled with a strange mix of curiosity and familiarity.

It was that unmistakable sound of male agony, of female satisfaction—the sound of a man who had just been hit in the balls.

Armand froze for an instant. He knew that sound all too well. Luminar too. The memory of the pain that came with that noise was impossible to forget.

The women, however, reacted differently. Seraphina closed her eyes for a moment, as if recognizing something oddly familiar, almost satisfying. Morgana let out a faint “hnm,” a tone that blended boredom and recognition.

When they turned the corner, the sounds grew louder.

The group approached the door to the headmistress’s office. The noise was clearly coming from inside. Seraphina took a deep breath and pushed the door open forcefully.

What they saw made time seem to stop.

The large office was a mess. Chairs overturned, papers scattered, and at the center stood Valerya—the young assistant and secretary of Seraphina—gripping Professor Trivirnir by the collar.

The man, young-looking, with a neatly trimmed beard, brown hair, and tearful blue eyes, was visibly trembling. His hands clutched his own balls. His whole body shook in pain.

“It’s been two days since the exams, and still no corrections?! I told you I was against holding those damn tests without Seraphina around!” shouted Valerya, shaking the man. “You made me agree to it, and when I finally do, you handle it half-heartedly?!”

She lifted him a few inches off the ground, eyes blazing with genuine anger, her knee pulling back, ready to deliver another devastating blow to the poor man’s fragile orbs.

Seraphina stood frozen at the door, observing the scene. Her eyes moved slowly, taking in the absurdity.

Other teachers were on the floor, groaning in pain, hands clutching their own balls in despair.

And to make matters worse, Valerya was literally sitting on the back of one of them, using him as a footrest.

“Valerya?” said Seraphina, her voice so cold it made even the air seem to drop in temperature.

Valerya’s eyes widened instantly. Her body froze, her knee halting mid-motion. She turned her head slowly, as if hoping it was an illusion.

“M-Miss Seraphina?...”

“What exactly is the meaning of this?”

Her tone didn’t rise, but the weight of authority was crushing. Valerya released Trivirnir immediately. He fell to his knees, groaning faintly.

“My balls... my balls...”

The young woman straightened herself and bowed before the headmistress.

“I beg your forgiveness, Lady Seraphina! These men failed as teachers, so I thought that—”

“Valerya,” interrupted Seraphina. “What did I tell you about behavior like this?”

Valerya froze. A second of absolute silence followed.

“I’m sorry, my lady...” she said, trembling.

“Honestly...” sighed Seraphina, walking calmly into the room.

She stepped between the fallen teachers, her cloak trailing on the floor. With each step, the sharp sound of her heels echoed, commanding respect.

“I understand...” she said, stopping in front of Valerya. “Balls are meant to be kicked, punched, crushed... That’s part of a man’s life. But if you do it all the time, and for trivial reasons, Valerya, you’ll end up looking more like a villain than a woman with authority.”

“I’m sorry, my lady.”

“And stop with the ‘my lady’ nonsense,” cut Seraphina. “I’m your headmistress. Not your mistress, nor whatever title you people like to use.”

Behind her, Morgana entered the office, arms crossed.

“Promising...” she murmured with a half-smile, glancing at the groaning men on the floor.

“Eyes off,” said Seraphina, sitting down in her chair. “The ball-busting woman here is my secretary.”

Morgana raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes, clearly amused.

Meanwhile, Armand crouched down, helping one of the teachers get back up. He avoided listening to the women. His discomfort was obvious—he hated how casually they treated all this.

Luminar did the same on the other side, helping Trivirnir regain his balance.

Seraphina finally leaned back in her chair, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. The soft cushion and the familiar touch of polished wood brought a comfort she hadn’t felt in days.

Her eyes scanned the room. First, the men, some still moaning quietly. Then Valerya, standing in the corner, trying to keep her composure. The headmistress’s gaze trailed down the girl’s legs—toned, firm, trained. She could only imagine how many pairs of testicles those legs had crushed...

“Poor men...” thought Seraphina silently. “They must have suffered under her while I was away.”

With a simple motion, she cleared part of her desk, reorganized the papers, and placed a small mana crystal back into its stand. The room slowly began to look orderly again.

“Anyway,” she said, glancing at the others. “We have much to discuss.”

She snapped her fingers. In an instant, a golden aura of energy spread through the room, enveloping the fallen teachers. In the blink of an eye, they vanished—teleported back to their respective classrooms. Only Armand and Luminar remained.

Everyone took a seat. The atmosphere grew heavier, the air vibrating with concentrated mana.

Seraphina crossed her arms, raising her chest slightly, making Luminar avert his gaze. “First of all, someone broke into our academy, stole the Phoenix Staff, and cast a curse on one of our professors. Then we lost the chance to obtain the Necklace of Arcane Leaves. And finally, one of our teachers was kidnapped and turned into a puppet.”

Silence fell.

“What have we learned from all this?”

Luminar was the first to answer. “That our internal defenses are weak?”

“Correct...” said Seraphina. “And why?”

Esmeralda crossed her arms. “Because we have male mages instead of only witches.”

Seraphina’s gaze hardened immediately, locking on Esmeralda.

“What? Am I wrong?” Esmeralda snapped. “We found Professor Eldric hanging by his own nuts! If it were a witch, she would’ve stopped the intruder!”

“If it were a witch,” Seraphina retorted, her voice sharp as a blade, “we wouldn’t be worrying about stupid, fragile balls—but about the likely death of a teacher! Eldric only survived because Eliza prefers to play with her victims’ balls instead of killing them.”

Esmeralda pouted and turned her face away, irritated.

Seraphina stared firmly at the group, her red eyes gleaming in the soft light that filtered through the stained glass of the main tower. The room was silent, the tension in the air almost tangible. The distant ticking of a clock seemed to echo inside everyone’s head.

“Alright… so?... Anyone else with an answer?”

Silence ruled for several seconds. Seraphina’s gaze passed over each of them in turn. Morgana, arms crossed, observed without expression; Esmeralda looked away; Luminar fidgeted nervously with his fingers.

Finally, Armand spoke up.

“We weren’t prepared?”

Seraphina turned slowly toward him, resting her chin on her hand, intrigued.

“Explain…”

“Well…” Armand took a deep breath. “We always assumed no one would be crazy enough to attack the country’s greatest school. We thought we were unbeatable, but that arrogance created a gap in our defenses.”

Seraphina studied him for a moment, her fingers tapping lightly on the desk.

“Hmm… right… fair enough,” she finally said.

“So, you’re suggesting that if we had trained for emergency situations, we could have defeated Eliza?”

“I wouldn’t say defeated,” replied Armand firmly, “but I believe we could at least have prevented the theft.”

“Okay… I’ll accept that answer.”

The discussion continued. Each teacher offered suggestions: increasing night patrols, strengthening the barrier field, creating mana alarms to detect magical distortions. Morgana spoke about developing spiritual detection spells; Luminar suggested periodic purification rituals. Seraphina listened carefully, taking notes with a red quill that moved on its own.

After several long minutes, she sighed and stood up.

“It’s settled. We’ll reinforce our internal defenses. I want each of you to create a protocol for invasion scenarios. We’ll make sure this academy is never caught off guard again.”

She looked at each one of them.

“You’re dismissed.”

Chairs shifted, and the sound of footsteps echoed across the room as everyone left.

“Valerya.”

Seraphina’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. Valerya, who had been waiting against the far wall, immediately straightened.

“Could you please release Brad and bring him here?”

“Yes.” Valerya bowed her head respectfully, turned, and left the room.

Outside, she found Esmeralda standing by the door, arms crossed and a faint smirk on her lips. The two began walking together through the long, vaulted corridors, the sound of their heels echoing between the columns.

“Well, a lot happened,” Esmeralda began. “You should’ve seen it—I destroyed Armand’s balls!”

“Yes, yes,” replied Valerya flatly. “I’ve seen you do that plenty of times…”

“No, no, you don’t get it,” Esmeralda gestured excitedly. “Not figuratively this time—it was pop! pop! hahaaa!!!”

Valerya’s eyes widened slightly, a rare expression on her face.

“Wait… so Armand… doesn’t have magic anymore?”

“Oh, that?” Esmeralda laughed. “He still does. His balls were regenerating through some sort of curse. And a hell of a curse at that. The poor guy had his jewels crushed twice in the same day!”

Valerya let out a quiet chuckle—rare enough to surprise Esmeralda.

“Definitely a curse… though honestly, I already think having testicles is a curse. Make them indestructible and you’ve got a perfect stress toy for any woman.”

“Ah… true enough…” Esmeralda grinned. “I just hope that curse stuck with him… it’d be great to destroy those disgusting things every day…”

They kept walking. The lighting was soft, with mana crystals floating along the ceiling, radiating a blue glow. Suddenly, a classroom door opened, and a teacher stepped out. When he saw Valerya, he went pale instantly.

He vanished in the blink of an eye, and the door slammed shut.

Esmeralda raised an eyebrow.

“Wow… the men are terrified of you, huh? You really turned this place into a testicle hell while we were gone.”

Valerya shrugged.

“It’s the best way to make a man understand his place. I think Seraphina’s far too gentle about something so pathetic.”

“You really reminded me of the former headmistress just now…” said Esmeralda, smiling. “But I like it, I won’t lie. And honestly, I kinda agree—Seraphina’s been way too soft with men lately. Doesn’t even seem like the famous ‘Crimson Ball Killer’ anymore.”

Valerya opened the door to the stone staircase leading to the lower floors.

“Why is Seraphina even releasing this guy anyway? He put several students’ lives at risk…”

“His sister helped us against one of Eliza’s minions and Armand,” Esmeralda explained. “Gotta say, that girl knows how to handle balls too… But either way, it was a deal between her and Seraphina. I believe both of them are even joining the school.”

“You’ve got to be kidding…”

“Oh, I don’t see much of a problem with it… She’s a good witch, you’ll like her. And as for the brother… well, a new pair of nuts to play with is always welcome. We’re running short on male students anyway.”

Valerya sighed. “Yeah, when you put it that way…”

They turned the corner and reached the underground cell. The air there was cold, the floor covered in glowing runes. In the center, Brad hung bound by magical chains, suspended a few inches above the ground. His balls were red as apples, as if they’d been hit with a baseball bat—many times.

Esmeralda frowned.

“Holy hell… what happened to him?!”

Valerya answered with complete calm. “I was using him to vent some anger. Whenever I felt the need, I came here to practice some impact magic.”
She tapped her heel against the floor as she said it.

Esmeralda blinked a few times, unsure whether to laugh or be concerned.

“I think that’s too much… even for me…” she muttered.

Upon seeing Valerya, Brad panicked. His body shook in fear.

“No, no, please, don’t!”

“Relax, pudding-balls,” Valerya said with a faint smile. “I’m here to release you.”

“Huh?!”

She snapped her fingers. The chains dissolved into blue sparks, and he fell to his knees, breathing heavily. Then a beam of magic shot from her hand, and new clothes materialized on him—the school uniform.

The difference? It was the female uniform.

The short skirt and light fabric left part of Brad’s red, swollen balls visible.

“Anyway, follow me.”

Valerya began walking, her firm steps echoing through the stone corridor.

Esmeralda looked at Brad, who struggled to stand. He leaned against the wall, trembling, taking small, limping steps down the hall.

“I know you’ve been through a lot, but…” said Esmeralda, turning to him with a teasing smile. “I’d recommend picking up the pace. If you don’t keep up with her, she might just drag you by a rope tied to your… well, you know…”

She gave a small wave and followed after them, the sound of soft laughter echoing down the corridor…

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The main corridor of the academy's east wing was silent, illuminated only by the magical bluish lights that pulsed in the stained-glass windows, casting dancing reflections on the stone walls. The rhythmic sound of Armand and Luminar's footsteps echoed softly. They walked side by side.

Luminar maintained a tired but serene expression. The healer looked at the professor beside him and broke the silence.

“Armand… what do you think will happen now?”

His tone carried more concern than curiosity. Armand walked with his gaze fixed ahead.

“I don’t know, Luminar…” he replied, his voice deep and tired. “But I intend to spend a good amount of time reviewing the report Seraphina requested. We need to understand every detail of what Eliza wants to do. I’m afraid of what she might still be planning…”

After a short pause, he murmured:

“But… at least she didn’t get the Necklace of Arcane Leaves either.”

Luminar nodded, his face relieved for a brief moment.

“That’s a relief…”

They continued walking to the end of the corridor. The large, dark wooden door to Armand’s classroom appeared before them. Armand turned to his friend and smiled slightly.

“See you later, Luminar. And… thank you for everything.”

Luminar returned the smile. “Take care, Armand. You need rest as much as any of us.”

The professor waved goodbye and opened the door. The soft creak of the hinges echoed through the empty classroom. As soon as he entered, the sight hit him with a wave of nostalgia: the desks perfectly aligned, the blackboard filled with ancient mana formulas, the books stacked on the main table.

It had been so long…
So long since he had been able to give a simple lesson.

He walked slowly between the rows, each step marking memories of laughter, questions, nervous students before a test. The thought made him sigh; if Eliza's plan had worked, he might never have seen that place again.

Walking to the back of the room, he reached the spiral iron staircase that led to his private room, situated above the classroom. Each step sounded hollow under his boots, the metallic sound reverberating softly. He pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered.

The soft light of dusk streamed through the tall windows, coloring the room in golden and amber hues. Books, scrolls, and magical objects were scattered everywhere, but there was a peculiar order to the chaos.

“Emma?”

Armand's voice broke the silence.

The young woman, with short, fiery red hair, stood on a small platform, placing books on a shelf. She turned quickly, a bright smile forming.

“Oh, Professor, you've arrived!”

“Why aren't you resting?” asked Armand, raising an eyebrow.

“Ah… of course I’m tired, but working as your magical secretary has never been tiring!” she replied, laughing softly.

Armand crossed his arms, trying to hide the weariness that was showing on his face. “I understand that, Emma, ​​but please, don’t exhaust yourself with this. Go to your dorm, lie down for a bit, rest.”

“I went to bed early yesterday. I’m not sleepy, and I’m restless,” she replied, adjusting the last book. “I’ll just finish tidying the room and then I’ll be free, okay?”

“Right…” murmured Armand, walking to his desk and placing a stack of reports on it. As he watched Emma’s work, he noticed the perfectly organized lecture papers on the tabletop, clearly her touch. He sighed, feeling the weight of the accumulated responsibilities.

At that moment, he heard a small metallic sound coming from the bookcase. Emma was trying to reach an old metal piece, a kind of arcane support that sat on top of the cabinet.

“Oh… damn…” she murmured, stretching.

“Emma, ​​be careful, don’t do that,” said Armand, keeping his voice calm but firm.

“I’m almost there!”

“Leave it there, I’ll take it off later.”

She insisted. She climbed onto the counter next to her, supporting herself with one hand and stretching her body as much as possible. Armand, realizing the risk, approached to try to help her.

He positioned himself beside the counter, a low, sturdy piece of furniture covered with a cloth. His testicles rested on top of the furniture. He extended his hand behind her, trying to offer some support in case she lost her balance.

But, looking up, he realized, embarrassed, that he was at exactly the wrong angle, right under her skirt. He turned his face quickly, averting his eyes. In that movement, his hand, which intended to reach the girl’s back, ended up sliding slightly down her waist.

The unexpected touch startled Emma, ​​a shiver running through her body.

“Ah!”

She jumped involuntarily, and the small impulse was enough for her to lose her balance. She tried to quickly put her foot down, but the place she landed was precisely where Armand's testicles were resting against the counter.

“AGHHHH!”

The sound was loud, intense, and surprising. Armand instinctively recoiled, releasing Emma, ​​and
they both lost their balance.

Time seemed to slow down for a brief moment.

Emma tried to hold on to her feet, her red hair moving like flames in slow motion. Armand tumbled backward, his heavy body falling to the ground. Emma fell right after, landing seated beside him, the fall cushioned by her own backside, the impact soft but uncomfortable. Emma was grateful that nature had given her female body good shock absorbers...

She blinked a few times, dazed, before realizing what had happened.

“OW! NO! I’m sorry, Armand! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Armand was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, wondering why nature gave men such pathetic organs, so easily injured...

Emma knelt beside him, her face completely red, her gaze desperate. Armand lay there, his breathing irregular, his body slightly tense.

Luckily for her, Emma had decided to wear sturdy boots that day instead of her usual sexy high heels. Had she fallen in them, the pressure would have been more than enough to compromise the integrity of her testicles, and the healing curse would have been put to the test again.

Another fortunate coincidence: Emma's own loss of balance. If the full weight of her enormous breasts had landed squarely on Armand's nuts... we can say he would have had an even worse fate than Torne in the fight against Synthila...

Emma, ​​still distressed, tried to help Armand sit up. "Please, forgive me! I swear I didn't mean to! I just... I just tried to grab the piece and..."

Armand raised one hand, panting.
"It's okay, Emma... I... I just need a moment."

He coughed, took a deep breath, and leaned his back against the wall, still slightly hunched over.

"My balls... My balls..." he murmured, his voice low and broken...

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The infirmary door slid open smoothly, emitting a faint metallic sound as it ran along the enchanted track. Luminar entered, his face weary, letting out a sigh. The corridor was silent, and the faint scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, mingled with the soft perfume of purifying crystals.

He looked around, observing the empty space. The curtains were drawn, the sunlight only hinting at its presence through the gaps.

“I expected to find the infirmary empty…” he murmured to himself, with a tired smile. “I don’t even expect Astrid to show up for work on a normal day anymore… much less on a Saturday.”

He took a few slow steps…

But, as he approached the main table, Luminar stopped abruptly. His eyes widened.

On the large wooden table, Astrid lay face down, fast asleep, her blonde hair spread in shimmering waves around her head.

“Huh?... And wouldn’t you know it, she came to work on a Saturday?...”

His voice was a mix of astonishment and irony. A small smile formed at the corner of his lips.

He went inside completely and closed the door. He approached the window and opened the curtains.

Sunlight flooded the room, spreading a golden glow across the metallic surfaces and revealing the dust suspended in the air. The beam of light passed directly over Astrid, illuminating her face and body partially covered by her lab coat.

Luminar looked and murmured:

“And this time she came in unifor-”

But his voice stopped abruptly.

The instant she moved, the fabric of her lab coat shifted, revealing a huge cleavage that the sunlight seemed to highlight with almost malicious precision.

“Uh... she remembered the uniform...” he whispered, looking away, completely red. “It seems she didn’t wear a bra.”

He turned quickly, pretending he hadn't seen anything, and tried to concentrate. He picked up some bottles from the counter and began to organize them, but the sound of a murmur made him pause.

“Uhn?”

He turned slowly, observing her. Astrid stirred slightly, still lying down, and made small sounds between her lips. Her face was slightly furrowed, her eyebrows arched in discomfort.

“Having a nightmare?” he asked softly, approaching. “I didn't even know demons had nightmares... heh...”

He leaned over the table, observing her for a moment. Then, he reached out and gently nudged the top of her head.

“Hey, wake up...”

No reaction.

“Hey... Astrid.”

Nothing.

“Astrid, wake up, damn it.”

Luminar placed one hand on the table and the other on her shoulder, gently shaking her.

Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes with a cry.

“Let me go!”

The reaction was instantaneous.

In a reflex, her leg flew high with impressive speed.

The blow landed squarely on Luminar's testicles, making a noticeable dent in one of them.

“Uh…”

The sound came out weak, his body trembling for a moment before he took two steps back and fell to his knees on the floor, his hands braced on the cold floor.

“Huh?”

Astrid blinked a few times, still sleepy, and lifted her head. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and her ruby ​​eyes adjusted to the light.

“Oh! Luminar! You're back!” she said, smiling and stretching lazily.

She stretched, her arms raised above her head, her lab coat opening even wider. If Luminar had been in better shape, perhaps he would have appreciated the scene, a woman like Astrid stretching in a light tank top, and without a bra... it's an image that would linger in the mind of any straight man... but at the moment he was too busy, kneeling on the floor, crying over his ridiculous balls.

“Uh? Oh! Sorry, haha...” Astrid laughed, scratching her head and yawning. “I guess today's dream was a little intense...”

Luminar tried to say something, but the sound came out only as a drawn-out groan.

“Don't worry,” she continued, rising from the table. “It's unlikely I kicked to break it.”

She walked over to him, her bare feet tapping softly on the floor, and looked down, seeing the wizard still kneeling, trying to catch his breath.

“Hmm… maybe I used a little too much force, who knows, these little things are so sensitive you can’t even tell when you actually used force.”

Luminar just stayed on the floor, breathing deeply. She couldn’t even answer.

Astrid turned her chair, and her gaze fell on the magic calendar attached to the wall. Her eyes widened.

“Wait…” she murmured, approaching. “Day 24…”

She paused dramatically.

“TODAY IS SATURDAY! I WASN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!”

In a quick movement, she stood up, grabbed her bag from the table, and looked around in despair.

“No, no, no, I can’t believe this!”

As she moved hurriedly, her lab coat fluttered with each step, the white fabric sliding over her body, her long silver hair swaying with an almost hypnotic sheen.

“Thank you for waking me up, Luminar!” she shouted, running to the door. "But today i had a very important appointment! With my bed! See you later!"

And without waiting for a reply, he flung the door open and left.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, gradually fading until it disappeared.

Silence returned to the ward...
At least for a few seconds... before...

"My balls..."
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