Lillith - Chapter 50! - CONQUEROR!
Hello!
Since this is episode 50, I decided to make it much longer than usual, as a kind of "special" edition.
Normally, I divide the story into 3 parts, where the first 2 have references to ballbusting, and the last one is about ballbusting itself.
In this chapter, I made it in 5 parts, with the first 2 focusing 100% on the story itself, 1 in the middle with a reference to ballbusting, and the last 2 parts with ballbusting itself, so ballbusting is towards the end of the story. Thank you very much for reading!
It's 1:02 AM now, and I'm dying of sleepiness. I hope my sleepiness hasn't ruined anything in the story. Thank you and enjoy reading!
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The clock marked mid-afternoon when Armand left Seraphina’s office. The corridor was silent, the sound of his footsteps echoing softly across the polished marble floor. He walked with his hands in his pockets, his expression distant, his thoughts tangled in a haze of doubts and responsibilities.
As he entered his own room, the familiar atmosphere welcomed him. Books stacked almost to the ceiling, scrolls spread open across the desk, mana flasks glimmering in bluish and golden tones. The scent of old paper and magical ink hung in the air. Behind the desk, Emma was waiting for him with her usual smile — the one that seemed to dissolve any tension.
“Welcome back, Professor!” she said, placing a book on the table.
“Thank you, Emma,” Armand replied tiredly, letting himself fall into the chair.
The creak of the backrest echoed through the room, and he sighed, resting his elbow on the table and his forehead on his hand. His gaze drifted into nothingness. “Who should I choose?” he murmured.
Emma looked at him, curious, but didn’t interrupt.
On one hand, Emma was his best student, without a doubt. Dedicated, precise, focused, and talented enough that even Seraphina praised her. Besides, their synergy was perfect; during practical lessons, she understood his gestures and intentions without him needing to say a word. She would be the ideal partner for any mission.
He watched her as she moved books on the shelves, her breasts bouncing innocently — a mixture of sensuality, casualness, and cuteness at the same time. She adjusted her neckline without even thinking whether someone was watching, smiling naturally while humming softly. She looked... happy. At peace.
“Do I really want to take that away from her again?” he thought, remembering everything she’d gone through the previous week.
He looked away. Emma didn’t deserve to be dragged into another conflict.
“And Lillith?” he thought next. “She’s been trying hard. Her mana control is improving, her spells are getting more and more unpredictable... and almost all her strikes aim straight at the testicles...”
A small smile escaped amid his chaotic thoughts as he joked to himself: “If I choose Lillith, at least I won’t risk her turning on me... my balls would thank me.”
Another thought quickly followed. “Would that be a good way to apologize? To show that I trust her?”
But then the doubt returned. “She’s also been through so much lately... would it be fair to put her in this too?”
Armand’s eyes fell on the pile of exams on the desk. He picked up the top one. A big red “10” stood out on the paper.
“Beatrix...” he murmured.
A solid candidate. Intelligent, disciplined, with stable mana and excellent theoretical performance... He flipped through the pages, thoughtful.
Beneath hers, another paper — grade 9.6. “Celestina.”
He immediately recalled the arena, the way she manipulated water... Her control had improved tremendously, and her magical power was growing in proportion to her mana reserves, thought Armand, who’d noticed how quickly Celestina’s breasts had grown in recent days...
“These girls have so much potential...” he thought, resting his elbows on the desk and rubbing his face. “But... twenty-five years old... twenty-two... Do I really want to put these young women in that kind of danger?”
The weight of responsibility pressed down on him.
“Professor, are you all right?”
Emma’s gentle voice brought him back. He looked up and saw her leaning over the desk, her eyes full of concern. For a moment, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to her cleavage. He immediately looked away, his face reddening slightly.
“I’m fine... I’m fine...” he replied, trying to disguise it.
Armand usually didn’t fall for that kind of distraction, but this time he was caught off guard.
“Nice move,” Emma thought to herself.
She smiled faintly, though her expression remained worried. “Hey... if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me. I want to be helpful to you too.”
He looked at her for a moment and shook his head with a gentle smile. “Don’t say that. You’ve always been helpful, Emma. You’re by far my best student.”
Her face lit up at the compliment, but then her eyes widened as if she’d suddenly remembered something important.
“Oh, that’s right!” she exclaimed, hurrying out through the side door that led to the small storage room.
Armand blinked, puzzled, hearing her rummaging around inside.
Seconds later, Emma reappeared holding a hanger. On it hung an old, elegant uniform — almost like a suit — with golden trim and a slightly faded crest.
“I found this!” she said, smiling excitedly.
Armand’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wow! My uniform from when I studied here!”
Emma handed it to him carefully, as if it were a precious artifact.
“Think it still fits me?” he joked, holding the uniform up against his body.
Emma’s eyes instinctively dropped to the trousers, then to Armand’s large balls, as always. She blushed instantly and looked away.
“I’m not sure...” she muttered awkwardly.
“I’ll try it on tomorrow! Thanks, Emma. This brings back a lot of memories.”
“I’m glad,” she replied with a calm smile.
The silence between them stretched for a few seconds — comfortable, almost warm — until three knocks sounded on the door.
“Come in,” said Armand.
Valerya appeared at the doorway, as serious as ever. “Professor Armand, Seraphina is calling for you in her office.”
“Understood,” he replied, rising slowly.
As he walked toward the door, he felt that familiar heaviness in his chest again. The decision still haunted him.
“Who am I going to choose?” he thought once more.
The shadow of that dilemma followed him as he made his way down the corridor toward Seraphina’s office... The choice would have to be made there — in those very halls.
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Armand entered the room; the headmistress was already waiting, with Esmeralda sitting on a nearby table, legs crossed, watching the scene unfold with impatience.
Seraphina adjusted a thick notebook on the main desk — full of notes, names, and hastily scribbled lists. As soon as Armand closed the door behind him, she lifted her eyes and asked, in a calm yet firm tone:
“So? Have you decided?”
The tension in the air was almost tangible. Armand and Esmeralda exchanged a quick glance, both clearly uncertain. The silence stretched for several seconds.
Seraphina crossed her arms and leaned slightly forward.
“Let’s start with you, Armand. Who do you choose?”
The question hit him like a weight. Inside, his mind spun in every direction. He analyzed every name, every face, every possible consequence. The pressure made him swallow hard. Then, with a small sigh and a steady voice, he answered:
“I choose Celestina.”
Seraphina’s gaze rose, one eyebrow arched. She looked intrigued but didn’t question him right away. Esmeralda, on the other hand — who had seemed worried and hesitant before — widened her eyes and turned to him suddenly, surprised, almost outraged.
“Esmeralda? And you?” asked Seraphina.
The woman straightened up on the table and blurted out almost in a shout, before any rational thought could form:
“EMMA! I CHOOSE EMMA!”
Armand closed his eyes for a brief moment. Fate was mocking him.
“Perfect,” said Seraphina, flipping through her notes and striking something out with her quill. “As for me, I choose Lillith. I see potential in her, and I want to supervise her growth personally.”
The dry scratch of the quill on paper marked the end of the decision.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” echoed inside Armand’s head — a silent scream reverberating in his chest.
The three choices… precisely the two students he most wanted to protect were now in the danger zone. Worse still, they were his future training opponents. It was as if the universe itself was laughing at him.
“With that settled,” continued Seraphina, “you’re all dismissed. Tomorrow we meet at the training grounds at eight in the morning.”
The professors nodded, and both Armand and Esmeralda left the room without exchanging a word.
When the sound of their footsteps faded, Seraphina took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. She grabbed another sheet of paper and began writing something else.
“Valerya,” she said without looking up, “could you call all the other teachers to the gymnasium? I’d like to speak with them there.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the secretary replied, standing up. She walked toward the door, her hand on the handle, but then stopped. She stood still for a second and then asked quietly:
“Ma’am… why didn’t you choose me?”
Silence stretched between them. Seraphina raised her gaze, her eyes fixing on the back of Valerya’s neck. The air grew heavy. She didn’t want to bring up that week when Valerya had temporarily been in charge of the school... Explaining that would be an unnecessary headache.
“You’re essential to the organization. I need you by my side, taking notes and coordinating everything. How could I possibly choose you, haha?”
Seraphina’s smile was practiced — fake. Valerya, without looking back, said nothing and left, closing the door softly behind her.
The room fell silent again, leaving only the sound of the quill scratching across the paper once more.
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The next morning, the training courtyard buzzed with energy. The sky was clear, the air slightly chilly.
Seraphina was already there, accompanied by Valerya, who held a clipboard filled with notes. They spoke in low voices, mapping out plans, adjusting schedules, and confirming each teacher’s arrival. Morgana leaned against one of the stone columns, arms crossed, silently watching.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. Seraphina now looked like a true headmistress — focused, cold, methodical. “She really took this seriously,” Morgana thought. The friend who once laughed between classes now radiated an aura of absolute leadership.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the main gate. When Morgana looked over, she saw Armand approaching. The wind stirred the edges of his coat, and the morning light highlighted the dark fabric of the old uniform he wore — his student uniform from years ago.
“Good morning!” Armand called, raising a hand.
Morgana allowed a faint smile. Even she, who was rarely impressed, had to admit it — he looked different. She would even say he looked *sexy*. The fitted outfit emphasized his broad shoulders and perfect posture. When he stopped in front of the group, the fabric of his trousers drew clear attention to the firm outline of the enormous orbs between his legs.
Seraphina turned to respond.
“Oh, Armand, good mor—”
She froze. The words died in her throat. Within seconds, her face turned nearly the same color as her red hair. Her wide eyes seemed torn between looking at his face or literally anywhere else in the courtyard.
Morgana raised an eyebrow.
“And there goes professionalism…” she muttered softly, almost amused.
She could practically *see* smoke rising from Seraphina’s head — the mental gears spinning with tiny clink-clank sounds.
Armand, oblivious to Seraphina’s internal chaos, smiled and said,
“I brought Celestina with me. So, how is this going to work?”
Seraphina remained paralyzed, her cheeks burning. Morgana sighed and discreetly tugged on a strand of the headmistress’s hair — just enough to make her yelp a small “ouch!” and snap back to her senses.
“Oh— yes! Right! Sorry! We’ll... we’ll start the simulations as soon as everyone arrives. There’s no fixed order; anyone can fight more than once in a row. The scoring starts now.”
“Understood,” Armand replied, nodding.
He then began stretching. The motion was slow and controlled — that of a veteran. When he brought his arm across his chest, the fabric of his shirt clung even tighter to his frame, outlining the muscles along his back. The sound of the cloth tightening was almost audible.
Morgana noticed her friend’s expression growing more and more tense — and redder by the second.
“Anyway, I think I forgot something in my office,” Seraphina suddenly blurted, turning on her heel and walking briskly toward the exit. “I’ll be right back, haha…”
Armand blinked, puzzled, but simply shrugged and continued his warm-up.
A few seconds later, Lillith arrived — her green hair swaying in the wind, a lazy smile on her face. Passing Seraphina in the corridor, she noticed the director’s face was completely red. When she reached Morgana, she asked quietly:
“What happened to Seraphina? She just passed by me all weird — looked totally flushed.”
Morgana answered with a faint smile at the corner of her lips, watching Armand in the distance as he tested movements using wind magic.
“The greatest weakness in the magical world is the testicles,” she said calmly, her eyes lingering on Armand’s fragile mana orbs... “But I’d say the second greatest is love.”
Lillith blinked, confused, as the sound of swirling wind mixed with Morgana’s restrained laughter — and the golden glow of the courtyard intensified, announcing the start of a new day of training.
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The training courtyard was completely filled with the presence of the professors. Up on the stone bleachers, Seraphina observed everything with a firm gaze, notes in hand.
"Esmeralda, Hakkon, please — to the battlefield," said Seraphina, her voice echoing across the courtyard.
Hakkon was already ready. He wore reinforced brown combat attire. He rolled his shoulders. His eyes locked on the center of the arena, focused and determined.
Esmeralda, on the other hand, walked calmly to the middle of the field. She stopped, raised her hand, and with a snap of her fingers, a bright flash surrounded her body. Her previous clothes evaporated in light. Some professors turned their eyes away; others, more perverted, tried to peek through the glare.
When the light faded, Esmeralda stood in her iconic green leotard — tight, shining under the sun. The fabric seemed molded to her skin. Lucky were those who had the view from behind her. The confidence in her eyes contrasted with the silent provocation of her posture.
Hakkon extended his hand, maintaining a calm expression.
"This will be a good fight. Good luck."
"I don’t need luck," Esmeralda replied coolly, stepping past him with elegance and disdain.
The man arched an eyebrow. Her attitude said it all — self-confidence, arrogance, and contempt. He took a deep breath, already understanding the kind of opponent he was facing.
Meanwhile, Esmeralda analyzed him from head to toe, her gaze sharp and technical. His mana orbs were visible even beneath the combat fabric — large, disproportionate. “Maybe a bit smaller than Armand’s… whatever,” she thought.
In her mind, the plan was already set. She knew the style of mages from Hakkon and Armand’s family — generalists, good at everything, masters of nothing. And if the pattern held, he wouldn’t attack first. That would give her time to prepare the field, set traps, and dictate the pace of the battle.
“Ready?” shouted Seraphina, raising her hand.
The wind seemed to hold its breath along with everyone present.
“BEGIN!”
The ground trembled lightly as her voice echoed.
Esmeralda took a step forward, ready to cast — but Hakkon was faster. He knelt and pressed his hands to the ground. A series of runes began expanding in circles around him, their earthy yellow glow mixing with the rising dust.
“Earth magic, huh?” murmured Esmeralda, calculating. “He’s going to cause a localized quake in the rune?”
But within seconds, the rune pattern began to spread... and spread... and spread even further.
“What?” Her eyes widened as she stepped back. The rune now covered almost the entire battlefield, the magical lines crossing the ground like living roots.
Then she understood.
Summoning.
“Of course… he’s going to summon something. Classic uncreative mage move,” she thought with irony. “But that’s his mistake — the bigger the rune, the easier it is to break. I just need to channel mana into the center and overload the circle. The summoning collapses.”
Esmeralda knelt and placed her hands on the ground. Green energy began to shine through her fingers, seeping into the cracks of the stones. The rune reacted, changing color — now glowing blue.
“Perfect…” she murmured confidently.
But something strange happened. The mana she injected wasn’t canceling the rune — it was being drained instead. Sucked toward the center. The blue glow began to intensify, and suddenly the rune shook violently.
Hakkon’s voice echoed over the rising wind.
“I believe he was hungrier this time. I doubted I could complete the summoning today, but you helped feed him. Thank you!”
“Feed… him?” Esmeralda’s stomach dropped. “He didn’t mean—”
A fissure opened in the middle of the rune. From the center, a massive rock began to emerge. The ground trembled. Stones rose, locking together, growing. A second layer formed underneath, then another, and another — each one larger than the last.
The noise was deafening.
Shadows stretched across the field as something colossal took shape.
First, an arm of stone. Then, a leg. The torso followed — and then the head, eyes glowing with incandescent runes. The creature rose, the morning’s golden light reflecting off its living-rock surface.
"HAHAHAHA! BEHOLD THE CONQUEROR!" shouted Hakkon, laughing, his voice reverberating through the entire courtyard.
The giant kept growing. Three meters. Five. Ten. Fifteen! The ground seemed to shrink beneath it.
“This can’t be real…” thought Esmeralda, her face paling. “I was prepared… but for *this*? There’s no preparation for this!”
The golem roared, a blast of dust bursting around it.
“Conqueror,” said Hakkon, arms crossed, “do the honors.”
The giant moved its right hand slowly, fingers cracking like shifting mountains. The palm descended toward Esmeralda, casting a massive shadow over her.
She tried to run, but the motion was too fast, too wide — it caught her before she could escape. The creature’s fingers closed around her, trapping her completely.
“LET ME GO, YOU STUPID THING!” she shouted, struggling, but the stone fingers only tightened.
She tried to channel mana, but the energy vanished as soon as it flowed.
“Give up,” said Hakkon, walking up to the front of the giant’s hand. “Trying to use magic will only feed him more. We can stay here all day… or you can tell me your password.”
The provocation was venomous.
She glared at him, furious, her body tense. “You really think I’m going to—”
“I know exactly what kind of woman you are,” Hakkon interrupted, climbing up the Golem’s hand until he stood face to face with her. Their eyes were inches apart. “You’re the worst kind of viper there is.”
He smiled. “And I’m not letting you go until you tell me the password.”
Esmeralda clenched her teeth. Her expression hardened. The mana within the field oscillated around her but couldn’t escape the golem’s containment. It was useless to resist.
Inside, only one thought raged: if she ever got the chance, she’d flatten those damn orbs like pancakes.
She lowered her head, took a deep breath, and with her face red with anger, said the password.
Hakkon smiled in satisfaction and made a small gesture with his hand. The Golem dissolved into shimmering dust, vanishing completely.
Silence fell over the courtyard.
“Well then, Seraphina,” said Hakkon with mild mockery, “the password is ‘Hat,’ isn’t it?”
Seraphina nodded.
“The winner is Hakkon, earning two points for discovering Esmeralda’s password. Esmeralda loses three points for revealing it.”
Esmeralda’s face flushed with frustration. She stood up and shouted,
“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIGHT THAT?!”
Seraphina kept her firm, slightly ironic gaze.
“Seriously, that’s absurd! A runic golem — what, twenty meters tall? That’s completely over the top! I doubt anyone here could beat something like that!”
“Oh, really?” Seraphina replied, crossing her arms.
She turned slowly, scanning the professors and students around the field. A respectful silence lingered until she raised her finger and pointed.
“In that case, let’s choose a *non-witch*.”
A faint smile crossed her lips.
“Stellar, please.”
A murmur rippled through the courtyard. The wind seemed to stop. All eyes turned toward the young woman now stepping forward, the light in her eyes reflecting the challenge that awaited.
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The training field was completely silent when Stellar entered. The sound of her sturdy boots echoed on the stone floor. As soon as she crossed the gate, several teachers discreetly glanced at the woman's silhouette, especially at the pronounced movement of her buttocks. Stellar ignored them all, her firm, icy gaze fixed on the center of the field.
She was there for a reason, and any distraction was a waste of time.
Hakkon, on the other side, was already watching her with a confident smile. He shrugged, relaxing his muscles.
Seraphina raised her hand, ready to begin the battle.
"The witch hunter, right?" Hakkon asked provocatively.
"Mages are on the list too," Stellar replied emotionlessly. "I'd say even more so."
"We'll see if your training is as good as they say, Witch Hunter."
She raised an eyebrow and simply replied: "We'll see. Good luck."
Stellar extended her hand, and Hakkon, surprised, shook it. The firmness of her grip made it clear that it wasn't a gesture of politeness, but a show of strength.
The two slowly moved away, going to opposite sides of the field. The wind stirred up dust and dry leaves, and the murmur of the observers dissolved into the air.
Seraphina raised her hand.
"Ready?"
They both nodded.
"BEGIN!"
The sound of the word echoed, and Hakkon's body reacted immediately. He slammed his hands on the ground forcefully, and a gigantic rune ignited, spiraling across the field. The ground trembled, and golden lines began to pulse throughout the arena.
"Not this again..." Stellar murmured, clenching her fists.
Without hesitation, she rushed toward the summoning circle. Her movements were quick and precise, like a predator. The field lit up beneath her footsteps, the rune's light reflecting off the metallic glint of her knives.
As the golem began to emerge, the ground rose in blocks of stone. The creature climbed slowly, solid, its body formed of plates that interlocked like natural armor. Stellar, agile, used the very fragments that emerged as steps, ascending to the top.
In seconds, she was above the golem's head. The wind blew strongly, lifting her silver hair.
"Let's see how resilient this thing is."
She leaped onto the monster's arm and plunged one of her daggers between two stones, embedding itself in the joint. The golem reacted as if it had sensed it, moving its other arm to try and grab her.
The moment the golem's fist descended, Stellar released the dagger and dove. The gigantic hand struck her own arm, shattering the rocks and cracking the structure all the way to her shoulder. The sound echoed across the field like thunder.
The spectators exchanged impressed glances.
"Good try," Hakkon shouted, grinning. "But this golem is no ordinary one!"
The broken stone began to vibrate and reassemble itself, grains of dust and fragments floating until they recomposed.
"Reconstruction magic..." Esmeralda murmured, watching from the stands. "What else is this creature hiding?!"
But Stellar didn't seem surprised. She had expected this.
Using the moment her arm was still regenerating, she slid down the golem's body, repeatedly plunging knives into its leg to slow her fall. When she reached the ground, she used her last burst of momentum and leaped with force.
The jump was so high that the wind ripped through the air around her. The golem tried to follow her with its eyes, but she had already disappeared from its line of sight.
Hakkon raised his head, confused. "Huh?!"
Suddenly, Stellar's body appeared in front of him, falling from above. He barely had time to react.
"Oh shit!"
She spun in the air and landed feet first, aiming for Hakkon's chest. The impact wasn't strong, but it made him lose his balance.
"Against powerful summoning mages," Stellar thought as she landed, "you don't attack the summoning. You attack the mage."
Hakkon staggered back. He gritted his teeth and threw a punch.
His fist grazed her face, displacing the air like a gust of wind. Stellar ducked, spun her body, and with one hand grabbed his wrist.
Using the mage's own weight against her, she pulled him and threw him off balance, making him take three steps to the side. At that same instant, Stellar twisted her hip, and her right leg moved like a whip, quick and precise, striking directly the most insignificant things that all mages carry between their legs.
The impact caused Hakkon's balls to flatten for a moment...
"Uh..."
Tears welled in his eyes.
"Where did that bitch learn to kick like that?!"
The mage tried to hold his wounded eyes, but Stellar had already moved. Before he could put his hand up to react, she grabbed his forearm and forcefully pushed him aside.
She turned her body and stood behind him, a breath's distance away. She moved her hand and, in a quick and precise gesture, grasped his wrists, gently twisting them behind his back, immobilizing him. The gesture was firm, the exact pressure so that he couldn't react.
With her other hand, she slid down his abdomen, tracing a path to his testicles. Reaching them quickly. And then, she began to squeeze.
"Uhhh noooo!"
"Come on, big man," she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. "Your summoning is impressive, but it's still not enough..."
Hakkon's body trembled, and his mana flow became increasingly uncontrolled.
"Now... tell me..." Stellar said, leaning in until her lips were close to his ear. "What's the password?"
She adjusted her fingers, and the touch made his testicles begin to deform.
"Aaaaaagghhhhhh!!" Hakkon screamed, his voice hoarse with effort. He tried to break free, but Stellar's hands held him with precise strength, with absolute control.
"Come on..." she said, in a tone somewhere between irony and calm. "The password, man! Do you want to lose your nuggets in the second fight?"
"Damn it... aaaghh, please, aaaaahhh!" Hakkon murmured, trying to take a deep breath, sweat dripping from his hair to the floor.
"Just say the password, darling..." Stellar replied, in a tone that sounded almost playful. The proximity of her voice confused him, left him disoriented.
Hakkon's mind was in chaos. He didn't know who this woman was beyond her name, only that she was a veteran witch hunter, known for being ruthless in combat. And at that moment, with his testicles in her feminine hands... He believed she would be able to destroy them right there.
He took a deep breath, his eyes wide. "The password is 'boot'! The password is 'boot'!" he finally shouted.
Stellar smiled slowly and contentedly.
"Oh... thank you..."
But she didn't let go.
"Aggghhhh, let go! I already said the password!"
"Hmm..." she replied, twisting her wrist slightly. "I don't know... someone challenged me at the beginning of the fight, you know? And that really messed with my... ego!"
The instant she said the last word, she squeezed much harder, his testicles compressing absurdly for a moment.
"AGHHHHHH, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, YOUR FIGHTING METHODS ARE INCREDIBLE!"
"Oh, darling..." Stellar murmured with a slight smile. "I already know that. But I want to make sure you know it forever."
She rotated her hand slightly. One of the orbs shifted, moving away from the pressure, and the other remained isolated in the focus of the grip. The isolated testicle wouldn't stand a chance if she squeezed as hard as before...
"Oh, no, no, no, NO! STOP! STOP! AAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!"
She increased the pressure slightly.
Stellar laughed softly, the sound almost musical.
"So fragile... so easy to unbalance..."
"Please..." he said, his legs already weak, he was supported by his balls being pressed into a feminine fist.
Stellar finally released him completely and took a small step back, stretching her shoulders.
"Ah, what a crybaby," she said, tossing her hair to the side. "It's just an energy adjustment and you're already like this?"
She placed her boot lightly on his chest, without force. The contact was merely symbolic.
"Anyway..." she said, turning to the bleachers where Seraphina was watching intently. "Seraphina, is the password 'Boot'?"
The principal nodded slowly, with a satisfied smile.
"Correct. Stellar gets two points for getting the password. Hakkon loses three for revealing it. Hakkon is now one point down."
Murmurs echoed through the gymnasium, the students excitedly commenting on the result.
Stellar looked at Hakkon again and leaned forward, her eyes glistening with irony.
"Did you hear that? Your little balls gave me two points. One for each of inside this useless little bag! hahaha"
She turned elegantly, her hair swaying in a perfect arc. Her footsteps echoed in the silence until they disappeared at the edge of the field, while Hakkon's body remained lying on the ground, groaning in agony...