Lillith – Chapter 51 – On Another Level

Hello!!! This chapter is veeeery long!
I think it’s only fair to you, after all I’ve been posting at a terrible pace (sorry :( )
Anyway, I know I ask this almost every episode, but I’ll ask again: leave your comment! Your opinions about the story and characters are always welcome! I often even take ideas from them!
I’m worried about the series dropping off, I don’t see the same people commenting anymore :(
I mean, we still have some extremely loyal readers who are always here! Thank you so much, really, to all of you! But I wish I could see the people who used to comment at the beginning too. I mean… it’s not easy to follow 50 chapters, right? Hahahaha!!
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Seraphina raised her hand, calling everyone to attention. Her voice echoed with firmness as she announced two names, without hesitation, with the natural authority that made everyone lean forward, attentive.

"Celestina and Eldric!"

A murmur rippled through the spectators. Armand took a deep breath. It was the first fight of any of the students, and *his* student had been chosen…

Luminar felt an involuntary shiver crawl down his spine. The memory came back with disturbing clarity: Eldric hanging by his balls during the incident with Eliza, suspended by living plants he himself had conjured without realizing she would use them against him. Luminar swallowed hard. Just imagining the balls hanging for so long… he remembered how much Eldric had suffered. The shiver continued, and Luminar discreetly rubbed the back of his neck to push the uncomfortable feeling away.

In the center of the arena, Celestina dashed forward with an almost acrobatic leap into the open battleground, landing with elegance, her shimmering yellow leotard hugging her body like a second skin, reflecting the flickering light around her. She gave a confident smile, placed her hands on her waist, and waited.

On the opposite side, Eldric walked with heavy but firm steps. Each stomp of his boots felt as if something weighty moved inside him, something carrying old memories. He entered the field and looked at Celestina. His expression softened, and he raised a hand in respectful greeting.

Celestina smiled back, tilted her chin slightly, and greeted him with elegance. But right then, Eldric made a classic mistake. His eyes dropped quickly, involuntarily, to the girl’s cleavage. Celestina frowned immediately. She didn’t care when Armand looked at her body… but when other men did, she became deeply irritated.

She lowered her head as if silently saying:

"Eyes here."

And raised one eyebrow as a finishing touch. Eldric cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, pretending nothing had happened.

Both stepped back a few paces, keeping a regulation distance. Seraphina lifted her arm, and silence fell like an enchantment.

"Begin!"

The air vibrated. The battle had started.

Celestina moved first, and her opening surprised even the most experienced witches and mages present. She lifted her arm and released a thin column of pressurized water that burst from the ground. The jet wasn’t aimed at Eldric, but at the ground beneath her. The impact launched her forward like a rocket, accelerating her at absurd speed.

Even Armand blinked.

The girl shot across the field like a water bullet.

Eldric widened his eyes. Her approach was direct, but far too fast. He barely had time to prepare a defense, but reacted instinctively.

The plants around them vibrated, and in an instant a massive wall of branches, vines, and foliage erupted violently from the soil. A green barricade over two meters tall rose between him and Celestina.

Celestina couldn’t brake in time.

The impact was harsh.

THUNK.

Her body slammed into the plant wall, and a thick vine immediately wrapped around her arm, holding tight like a living lock.

Celestina clenched her teeth and tried pulling herself free, her shoulder trembling and muscles straining. Nothing. It was like being caught in a crane hook made of vegetation.

Eldric walked around slowly, calm, as if he had all the time in the world.

He stopped in front of her with a teasing expression.

"That was fast," he said with a lazy smile.

Celestina glared at him with narrowed eyes, still trying to break free.

"What’s the password?" he asked, crossing his arms.

She simply ignored him.

"We could stay here for hours," he commented. He wasn’t threatening her or advancing, just stating a fact. He was a good teacher, and had no real intention of hurting a student.

Celestina kept refusing in firm, silent defiance. She had absolutely no intention of revealing any password.

Eldric smiled. He was good at playing the patience game. He knew she could take minutes or even hours to overcome it.

But Celestina was not the giving-up type.

She looked at the plant wall holding her arm, examining every vein, every line, every droplet of moisture pulsing through the living stalk. Her mind raced.

Then she blinked. A spark.

There was a way out.

Eldric was about to ask again when he noticed something strange.

Celestina had closed her eyes.

There was serenity in her face, as if she were meditating.

"What is she up to?" Eldric wondered.

Then he noticed something even stranger.

The plant wall… was swelling.

Growing thicker, fatter, as if absorbing…

No.

Receiving.

Celestina was flooding the plants with water.

By the time Eldric realized it…

It was too late.

A dry sound echoed.

"Boom!"

The wall exploded violently, not in fire but in water. A massive jet blasted outward like a ruptured water tower.

Armand, watching, widened his eyes.

"She overloaded the plants with water. Well played."

He crossed his arms, proud as a teacher.

The blast hit both Celestina and Eldric.

Celestina used the water to propel herself rapidly.

Eldric was pushed back two steps, water dripping from his hair and face. He blinked rapidly, trying to see again.

When he finally cleared his vision…

Celestina was gone.

His eyes scanned the arena.

"Huh? Where did she…”

THUFF.

A dull, muffled sound struck the ground.

Eldric felt a direct impact on his testicles. He released an automatic groan.

He looked down.

Celestina’s boot was planted squarely against his balls.

"Uh…"

He dropped to his knees, hands on the ground.

Celestina grinned triumphantly.

"Perfect," she thought.

She began walking toward him slowly, her smile growing.

"Now I just squeeze these ridiculous nuggets until he gives me the password and…”

That was when something grabbed her ankle.

"Uh… what the…"

The vine tightened.

"FFFUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuck........!!"

Celestina was thrown away, spinning through the air like a rag doll. More plants sprang up around Eldric, forming a thick cocoon of protection.

From the stands, Esmeralda observed and thought:

"She lowered her guard. She probably didn’t know that Vitalis don’t need mana to control plants."

Celestina hit the ground and rolled several times before coming to a stop. She lay on her back, trying to understand what had happened.

"What the hell?! They’re acting like they have a mind of their own! How?! I crushed his damn nuts!"

She stood up, angry, and ran toward the plant cocoon. From inside, Eldric’s voice could be heard mumbling repeatedly in a whiny tone.

"My balls… oh… my balls…"

Celestina pounded on the cocoon.

"Hey! Open this thing! Come on! We’re still in battle!"

Inside, the voice didn’t react at all.

"My balls… my damn balls…"

Celestina puffed her cheeks in frustration.

"I know! Your pathetic ballsies hurt, now open this thing! The fight isn’t over! I still don’t know the password!"

Nothing.

Just more whining.

Celestina stared at the plant shell and sighed.

She crossed her arms, glared at the leaf cocoon, then at her own hands…

It would’ve been a perfect time to know fire magic.

She pouted, kicking a pebble. Due to the nature of her powers, Celestina couldn’t cast any fire-related magic.

Celestina placed her hands on her hips and leaned her face close to the vegetation.

"Eldric! I’m being serious! If you don’t open this right now I’m going to…”

She never finished the sentence.

A leaf drifted down in front of her, as if answering lazily.

Celestina released a dramatic sigh.

"Great. Me and a sulking plant cocoon. Perfect."

And the battle remained paused exactly at that point.

...

Minute after minute, Celestina tapped her boot on the floor in sheer irritation. With each new sigh, steam puffed from her nostrils like a locomotive ready to run someone over. Her hands opened and closed, fingers trembling, ready to grab someone by the collar if that damn professor kept hiding inside the plant cocoon without doing anything.

In the back of the arena, Seraphina simply breathed deeply, wondering how long this would go on. Emma was taking technical notes about the defensive properties of botanical summons, but even she was starting to look bored.

The audience was already chatting about other subjects. A pair of teachers discussed romance novels. Two male teachers argued over who had the biggest breasts in the school before being silenced when a female professor kneed one of them in the balls. Another teacher had dozed off, half-leaning on a broken wall.

Celestina panted with rage. The heel of her boot struck the floor with force.

She spoke through clenched teeth.

"I’m going to destroy that idiot. I’M GOING TO DESTROY HIS USLESS NUTS! He thinks he can make me wait? Who does he think he is? If that moron thinks he can stare at my cleavage and walk away like nothing happened AND make me wait twenty minutes, he’s completely insane."

Subtle movements began to come from the plant capsule. Leaves trembled. The budding structure opened slowly, releasing a gentle scent of fresh sap. A cracking sound echoed.

From inside, Eldric stood up, breathing deeply as if he had just overcome a monumental challenge. He lifted his head, fixed his bangs, and proudly declared:

"You caught me off guard, but this time I–"

Before he could finish the sentence, a powerful jet of water blasted into his face with such force that there was a loud WHAM of displaced air. The stream shoved him across the arena and into a stone wall, where he crashed and then flopped face-first onto the ground, completely stunned.

The audience gasped in perfect synchronization. No one expected such a sudden assault.

Celestina was already behind him. She raised her leg, the heel of her boot carving an arc through the air. Her leg came down hard, the tip of the heel aiming with surgical precision.

Her heel landed directly on one of Eldric’s testicles, pinning it between Celestina’s boot and the solid ground.

"AGGGGHHHHAAAAA!"

Celestina began applying measured pressure, her boot sinking a few millimeters into the round surface.

She yelled, absolutely furious:

"IF ANY PLANT TOUCHES ME I’LL PUT ALL MY WEIGHT ON THIS PATHETIC LITTLE THING YOU CALL BALLS! I SEE YOU LIKE MY BREASTS, SO YOU WANT TO KNOW THEIR WEIGHT?!"

Around them, the vines began to stir in a defensive response. But the moment they sensed pressure on the balls, they immediately stopped moving, as if they understood that proceeding would hurt their own caster.

One vine seemed to ignore the threat and crawl toward her anyway. Ironically, it was a plant with feminine gametes, with tiny pink petals. However, the other vines grabbed it as if collectively yelling a giant “NO!” at her.

Celestina leaned forward, bringing her face close to Eldric’s.

"The password. Now."

Eldric whimpered, eyes already watering from pure mental overload.

"Petals! THE PASSWORD IS PETALS! PLEASE LIFT YOUR FOOT! AAAAAAAHHHH!"

Celestina calmly lifted her foot.

And immediately gave a sharp kick to the same ball.

"UUUUUUUHHHHhhhh…"

"You disgusting pervert! You could have said that MUCH earlier and saved everyone’s time!"

She walked away, fuming. She didn’t celebrate. She just turned on her heels and marched off still mumbling insults.

Seraphina calmly noted the result on her papers.

"Alright."

The headmistress called out:

"Tynralina and Armand, you’re next."

The arena reset. Luminar began dragging Eldric out of the field toward the infirmary.

Armand walked toward the central circle. He still wore his old uniform, neat and perfectly aligned, buttons closed. Beneath the fabric around his belt area, the round shapes of his balls were clearly outlined, impossible to miss, a mark of immense mana reserves and overwhelming power.

On the opposite side appeared Professor Tynralina.

Brown, straight shoulder-length hair, tight pink leotard. Her curves radiated strength and sensuality at the same time. She stepped forward with elegant posture.

She smiled, confident.

"Professor Armand, I’ve heard so many stories about you and your battles. I’ve been wanting to face you for a long time. I hope this will be a good fight!"

Armand tilted his head with a small smile.

"Likewise."

He stretched before the match, shifting his hips forward in a posture that tightened the waist muscles and made the balls stand out even more beneath the fabric. Two lines of steam practically rose from the audience as Emma and Seraphina saw that at the same time.

Emma turned red like a tomato. Seraphina nearly fainted. Valerya beside her looked shocked.

"Miss Seraphina?!"

Seraphina’s legs gave out.

"Ehrn… ehrn… ma’am, you need to start the match…"

Since Seraphina was in no condition, Valerya took over. She stood, looked at the battlefield and shouted:

"BEGIN!"

"He’s not a student, so I don’t need to hold back. And she’s relatively new in the school, so I don’t know her abilities. Better start with everything I’ve got."

Armand thought, beginning to accelerate his body.

Tynralina reached between her breasts and pulled what looked like a pocket watch.

But the moment she touched it, Armand VANISHED.

He didn’t run. He didn’t leap. He simply disappeared like a fast teleportation.

A millisecond later, he was already in front of her, fist cocked back.

"Huh?!"

The punch landed straight into her stomach.

"UFFGHH!"

The pocket watch slipped from her hand and clattered onto the ground. The professor dropped to her knees from the impact, though even weakened she still reacted fast.

She planted one hand on the ground and sent a vibration through the floor. Stones rose, cracks opened, and the ground became uneven, forcing Armand to take half a step back for safety. The shock also knocked the watch even farther away.

That crack bought each of them exactly one second to decide their next move.

Tynralina looked at the watch lying far away.

"Damn it… too far to reach…"

She analyzed quickly.

"I’ll have to pass through him somehow."

She thought, eyes fixed on Armand.

The shattered stones worked like small stepping platforms. She hopped across them, every landing creating another minor crack.

"Let’s make this simple. I’ll charge straight at him and go for a kick to the scrotum. Knowing men, he’ll dodge, and I’ll use the motion to slip past and grab the watch."

She accelerated like a human missile. Armand slightly shifted posture.

He lowered his body, one hand touching the floor like a sprinter.

Tynralina grinned inwardly.

"Huh? He’s going to charge too? Fine, if he does that, he’s an idiot. With testicles that huge he’d be the easiest target in the world. I wouldn’t even need the watch."

She closed in.

Armand didn’t move.

"Huh? Why isn’t he running?!"

As she entered striking range, Tynralina flexed her hip and drew her leg back, preparing the kick as planned.

But then a deep sound resonated, accompanied by a visual distortion in the ground.

BOOOOOM.

The ground shook and a glowing rune spread outward. Gravity multiplied in an instant.

She was slammed into the floor.

"UGHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL?!"

A glowing blue gravitational rune pulsed beneath her. Armand had used the running stance merely as bait while concealing the placement of the rune on the ground, since she was focused only on his testicles.

Tynralina felt every muscle lock. Her bust was crushed against the rough terrain, the ground caving slightly.

"He used a running pose just to fake an attack, while actually placing a rune?! DID I JUST FALL FOR A CHEAP TRICK LIKE THAT?!"

Armand walked calmly toward her, his shadow falling over her body.

He said:

"So… the password?"

She gritted her teeth under the crushing force, eyes fixed on his balls only a few meters away.

If she could lift a leg, a knee, a kick… even bite… anything… Armand would scream, cry, beg, do anything for her to stop…

But she couldn’t move.

She answered, struggling to speak:

"Going to underestimate your opponent like Eldric?"

Armand replied with absolute calm.

"No… never. That’s why I used one of my strongest runes for this. In the concept of gravity, it has nearly the full force of my magic. If I increased the output, it could crush an entire ship in a second."

He extended his hand. The rune flared brighter.

The pressure doubled.

"Ahhhhh! DAMN IT!!!!! AAAAAAGH!"

Her hands tried desperately to push her body up, but couldn’t raise it even a millimeter.

Her breasts were mashed against the rock, deforming under the weight, adding an even worse pain.

"Ahhh damn it!!!"

Armand looked at her and spoke calmly.

"Come on… the password…"

Tynralina took a deep breath. Pride was one thing, but continuing under those conditions was suicidal.

"Ah… whatever…"

She groaned.

"The password is pointer."

Armand smiled, turned to Seraphina and shouted:

"THE PASSWORD IS POINTER!"

Seraphina, who was still recovering from the sensual visual show she received earlier, only now realized the entire fight had lasted exactly two minutes.

The audience was still staring in disbelief.

Seraphina raised her hand and announced:

"The winner is Armand!"

Seraphina, still writing in her enchanted book, finished recording the details of Armand’s fight. Her eyes calmly scanned each line, and once she concluded, she lifted her head and spoke aloud so everyone could hear.

"Armand, three more points for successfully obtaining your opponent’s password."

Armand simply nodded respectfully, clearly satisfied with his performance, and began walking toward the edge of the arena. But before he could completely leave, Seraphina raised her hand.

"Armand, please stay."

Armand stopped immediately and looked at her. His face showed surprise, but he respected the headmistress, so he remained in the center, waiting for instructions. Throughout the arena, the audience tensed in anticipation of what would come next.

"The next match will be between Armand and Morgana."

Silence lasted a few seconds until Morgana let out a startled gasp, almost a hiccup.

"Huh?! Me?! I’m fighting too?!"

She pointed at herself, as if waiting for Seraphina to confirm it was a mistake. Seraphina only nodded calmly in response.

Morgana took a deep breath, looked at the ground, at the arena floor, at the audience, then at Armand. She shrugged and smiled.

"Well… if I’m going to fight, am I supposed to go all out? All the way?"

Seraphina looked at her with sharp and serious eyes.

"Do not kill anyone."

"Oh, of course, I’m not that type. But what about nuts?"

"Try not to leave anything irreparable. Beyond that, feel free."

That small detail brought a slow smile to Morgana’s face. She cracked her knuckles and, instantly, the elegant and refined dress she wore vanished, replaced by an extremely tight violet leotard. Every curve was perfectly outlined. Nearly every man present stared with their mouths open. Seraphina raised one eyebrow, discretely satisfied. The silent rivalry over who had the largest bust was definitely not over.

Morgana walked to the center of the arena and extended her hand to Armand. He shook it.

"It’s been a long time since a fair fight, huh?"
Armand said.

Morgana tilted her head slightly.

"I’ll take it easier on you."

"You do realize Seraphina wants us to give everything we’ve got, right?"

Morgana lifted her eyes, firm.

"Armand… if I really went all out, this fight wouldn’t even begin."

She moved her fingers and, surprisingly, Armand felt something lightly touching his balls. His eyes widened instantly.

"That… rune… is still there?!"

The sensation vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Don’t worry, I won’t use that. But let this be a reminder. You would never beat me in a serious fight."

Seraphina inhaled deeply and raised her hand.

"Begin!"

The sound echoed across the arena.

Morgana extended her arm and several metallic chains materialized around her, shooting toward Armand like steel arrows. Armand was still startled by the unexpected touch, but he reacted at the last moment. He dodged the first chain, slid backward, shattered the second using instant-nullification magic, spun his body, and grabbed the third in midair.

He pulled the chain hard, snapping the link with a metallic crack. Then, still holding part of the chain, he spun and whipped the metal directly against Morgana’s waist. The impact boomed, and Morgana was knocked several meters to the side, grunting from the hit, though something so simple was nowhere near enough to defeat her.

Still holding the chain, Armand channeled electricity through it. The current traveled across the links, reaching Morgana’s body. She felt the surge coursing through her chest, arms, and back. It was strong, stronger than usual for Armand. She immediately realized he was taking this match more seriously than normal.

While the electricity flowed, Morgana heated the metal around her. The chain began to melt, losing conductivity, and the electric surge faded.

Armand noticed and stopped the lightning attack immediately. He transformed the melted fragments of the chain into small metal projectiles and launched them using magnetic force. Morgana raised a hand, forming a rune before her. Every fragment that hit the rune vanished.

The rune then shifted color and fired a single beam of light. It was slow enough that anyone quick could dodge it. Armand sidestepped easily. But he realized that was never meant to hit him. It was only a distraction.

During that moment, Morgana had already summoned the ball-striker. Armand immediately recognized the small gray metal sphere that began orbiting, ready to attack his balls intelligently and automatically. The fight had effectively become two against one.

The metal sphere shot forward at high speed. Armand deflected it upward with his forearm. It rose, slowed midair, and would return shortly, giving him a few seconds to act before the sphere came back.

He dashed toward Morgana. Morgana had already read the heart of the battle. As exceptional as Armand was in hand-to-hand combat, he was a man. And testicles were his weak point. She only needed to land one hit. Just one. A clean strike could end everything immediately. Although both were equals in combat, and Armand was perhaps slightly better, he needed several hits to bring her down, while she needed only one. So close-quarters was the correct approach.

But Armand did something unexpected.

He removed his own hat and threw it into her face.

"Huh?!"

For a moment, her sight disappeared. When she pulled the hat away, Armand was gone. She felt the wind behind her, then the impact.

A powerful side kick struck her face, sending Morgana skidding several meters across the ground. Armand finished the movement with his leg still extended high, frozen in a martial-arts finishing pose.

At that moment, he realized something.

The gray sphere was returning.

A metallic glint flashed at the edge of his vision. His eyes widened. The ball was coming at the perfect angle to smash into his nuts.

He didn’t think, he acted. He dropped his leg forward, placing his thigh in the way.

BAM!

The collision was brutal. His leg felt the impact as if struck by a demolition ball. Since when had the ball-striker gotten that strong?! Had Morgana improved the spell?!

Still, Armand exhaled sharply and silently thanked that he had managed to protect his balls. The ball ricocheted upward again, preparing for another attack.

Meanwhile, Morgana rolled across the ground, stomped her feet, clenched her fists, and stood up.
She brought her hand to her mouth, wiping the thin line of blood running from the corner of her lip. Her eyes were half-closed, not from pain, but from deep irritation. She was being pushed back in close combat, something that almost never happened. Armand, despite being a man and carrying the burden of having his balls as a critical weakness, was one of the few who could step into this kind of fight against women of equivalent power and not immediately lose.

Morgana straightened her body, made a small motion with her fingers, and tried the chain magic again. The chains expanded within seconds.

She launched them forward at impressive speed. Each link moved like metallic serpents, seeking Armand’s body.

Armand, however, was already prepared. His body rotated fully to the left, letting one chain slice through the air where his head had been just a fraction of a second earlier. With his back turned to the second chain, he ducked, allowing it to pass over his shoulders. The third came from below, but Armand leaned his hips back, letting it scrape past his clothes.

Finally, Armand countered. He pushed off the ground with one foot and shot forward like a human projectile. His right leg rose and swung in a perfect arc just as Morgana tried to retreat, but it was too late. His knee struck her face.

Morgana slowly turned her face back and braced one knee on the floor to avoid collapsing completely. The ringing in her ears was still loud when Armand commented:

"You seem rusty in hand-to-hand, huh?"

Morgana clenched her teeth.

"SHUT UP!"

She hurled herself forward with a rising punch. A true uppercut. But Armand simply tilted his body to the side, letting her fist slice through empty air. The movement was so precise it looked pre-calculated.

He then twisted backward and, with his right foot, stomped downward onto her face, forcing Morgana against the ground. The impact echoed throughout the arena, and some students in the stands even brought their hands to their mouths in shock.

Armand pressed down for a moment, pinning her to the ground while his eyes locked onto hers with firm, focused determination. All the humiliation, all the teasing and situations she had put him through in recent days. Seeing him like that, standing and stepping on her while she lay on the floor, was as rare as it was impossible under normal circumstances.

But Armand noticed something that instantly changed his posture. His pupils tightened.

The ball-striker.

He quickly looked over his shoulder and saw the small metallic sphere coming in a fast, straight line. He pushed off the floor and leapt vertically. The ball-striker passed just grazing his balls, almost touching, almost ending the fight right there, then shot away before slowing down to prepare another return.

Morgana, unbelievably, was already back on her feet before Armand even completed his landing. She jumped forward aggressively, trying to stop his momentum with as much pressure as possible.

She threw a straight punch.

Armand caught her fist.

She threw the other immediately.

Armand caught that one too, crossing her arms against his chest and completely restraining her.

The entire audience leaned forward as if watching a scene in slow motion.

Armand, holding her arms, rotated his waist. Morgana’s body spun with him, her hair whipping in wide dramatic arcs. Her hat, always impeccably arranged, flew from her head and spun multiple times in the air before falling near the edge of the arena.

When the spin ended, Morgana was facing the sky, her back to Armand, and immediately saw something that made her stomach tighten:

The ball-striker was returning. Again. At high speed.

Armand bent his body down, quickly bending his knees and pulling Morgana down with him, placing her in the path of the incoming strike.

The ball-striker hit Morgana square in the abdomen.

She coughed blood instantly.

The sphere ricocheted upward with a sharp metallic shriek, rising nearly ten meters before slowing down to begin another attack cycle.

Meanwhile, Armand kicked the back of Morgana’s knees with precision, making her drop to her knees in front of him. He spun her body once and faced her, gripping her wrists firmly to prevent immediate counterattacks.

He then pressed his palms against the backs of her hands and channeled light fire magic. Not enough to cause real harm, just enough to generate discomfort, a burning sting, something to pressure the witch’s mind in that moment.

"The password. What is it?"

No answer. Just Morgana’s silence as she ground her teeth, ignoring the demand.

Armand tilted his head slightly.

"Your precious ball-striker is already coming back, and you’re going to be my shield again. So unless you want another one of those hits, tell me the password!"

Morgana looked straight ahead and realized exactly the situation she was in. His balls were positioned right in front of her face. And those tight pants allowed her to see exactly where the targets were.

Morgana thought only one thing.

"Ah, screw it!"

She hurled her torso backward with incredible force. Armand, still holding her arms, was dragged with her and had to take a large step forward in order not to drop her.

The movement caused her face to be pushed forward, colliding directly with Armand’s balls.

The entire audience went silent.

Armand froze, completely unresponsive for half a second.

Seraphina, Emma, and practically every woman who had even the slightest crush on Armand turned red like freshly picked peppers. A mixture of shame and envy.

But Morgana wasn’t doing that for anything sexual, no… she had something else in mind.

She opened her mouth.

And bit.

She sank her teeth into Armand’s balls, like a wolf clamping down on living prey.

"AAAAAAAGGGHAAAAAA! SHE’S BITING ME! SHE’S BITING MY BALLS! LET GO! LET GOOOO!!!"

It was the loudest scream Armand had produced in years.

He began thrashing uncontrollably, trying to pull away from Morgana, but the desperation caused an unexpected side effect. The ball-striker passed them once again, missing for a second time because the abrupt change in position had thrown off its trajectory.

"AAAHHHHHH!!! STOP! STOOOP!!!! AAAAAAGHHAAAA!!!"

Morgana shook her head like a wild animal, as if trying to tear off a piece of meat. She finally released him, leaving Armand completely off balance.

But she grabbed his arms before he could use the brief moment of freedom, pivoted on her feet, and forced Armand to spin as well. He spread his legs trying to regain balance, but he could still feel the lingering effect of the bite on his balls, causing him to stumble instead of grounding himself.

Morgana lifted her foot.

And kicked.

A direct, sharp, precise strike that collided with his fragile testciles with force.

Armand’s reaction was the classic one. Eyes wide open. Body frozen. The silent expression of immediate shock. He couldn’t even make a sound.

But then something happened that even she didn’t expect.

A metallic crash echoed behind them.

"BAM!"

A couple of seconds later, a sphere of metal hit the ground. The ball-striker had finally executed a complete attack.

It had struck Armand’s testicles from behind.

Even Morgana blinked twice, genuinely surprised.

She had also completely forgotten about the ball-striker in the moment she started biting Armand. The whole audience widened their eyes.

Morgana released Armand’s arms.

He fell like a stone.

No resistance, no reflex, he just collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. His fingers trembled, his eyes were half-open, and his lips couldn’t even form words. Only a faint, almost inaudible sound escaped him, like a groan mixed with trapped air in his throat.

One of the younger teachers in the stands commented quietly with a little laugh, holding a clipboard:

"I don’t think he’s fighting again today…"

"uh... poor ballsies..."

Morgana took a deep breath, rolled her neck, and looked at Armand with a face like a guilty puppy.

"ouch… that must’ve hurt… Well...
how was that? Rusty balls."

She turned away and calmly walked out of the arena.

She didn’t ask for his password.

She didn’t try to earn more points.

She didn’t even think of continuing.

For her, the scene was over right there.

The rest of the arena remained in absolute silence for several seconds. Heads slowly shifted from Armand, motionless on the ground, to Morgana leaving as if she had just finished a morning walk.

Only then did many people truly realize what they had just witnessed.

They had watched a battle far beyond the normal level. Not because of the ending, since practically every woman there had already expected something like that to happen, but because of the way the fight had unfolded. Speed, strength, movement, runes, blocks, physical control, and magic flowing with precision.

Armand and Morgana were on a different level altogether…

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