Lilith - Chapter 52 - Mysterious Warriors

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Hello! I know… I know… I KNOW!!! It’s been a very long time since the last post… a thousand apologies!!!! I actually wrote this story 15 days ago, but I needed to fix a few things and couldn’t do it in time. I ended up staying offline for 17 days (by my own choice), and then… boom… months without posting haha…

Honestly, I’m really sorry for the long gaps between each episode. First, college and work completely ate up my time. Then some… psychological issues came up that I had to deal with, and that completely killed my motivation to write, even during vacation. I’m fighting against that, and I hope I can get my head straight this year LOL (BY THE WAY, HAPPY NEW YEAR!).

On top of that, I HATED this chapter. I didn’t feel it was fair to post it like that… but well… the story has to move forward, right? haha…

Speaking of that, I know many of you wanted the fights to continue in the same style as the previous chapters, but I realized that I really need to keep the story moving. Otherwise, not only would it get boring (and you would probably drop the story), but it would also become even longer than it already is (I mean, we’re already at 50 chapters!!!!).

That’s why I’m really happy for everyone who’s still following the story, and even happier when you comment with your opinions, ideas, and requests! Sorry once again… and enjoy your reading!







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After an entire day of constant fights, with no formal classes, the school grounds had transformed into something almost comical in the eyes of the women.

The central courtyard still exuded the residual smell of dissipated mana, dust raised by repeated impacts, and small cracks in the ground that had not yet been fully restored by magic.

From a female perspective, it was almost a spectacle.

Practically all the male professors were gathered in the infirmary.

Some sat on medical beds, wondering why they had been born with such sensitive things.

Others lay down, rolling from side to side, saying, "my balls, my balls."

All of them, absolutely all of them, with negative scores on the day’s ranking.

All, except for two.

Armand.

And Hakkon.

Those two, despite having stood out absurdly in combat, still had not managed to surpass the scores of the school’s more experienced women.

Names like Morgana and Esmeralda dominated the top of the list by a wide margin.

Even Emma had ranked above Armand and Hakkon in the final standings.

Armand, seated on a stone bench near the exit of the arena, observed the scene carefully.

Internally, he sighed in relief.

Deep in his heart, he silently celebrated the fact that he had not been placed face to face with his beloved student.

The idea of fighting Emma, even in a controlled context, made him extremely uncomfortable.

He ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and heard Seraphina’s firm voice echo across the space.

"Let’s analyze these fights, and once we finish, we will begin specialized training. After the training is over, we will do these fights again."

The headmistress stood at the center of the arena.

Upright posture.

Arms crossed, lifting her enormous breasts.

She looked at the professors and students with a mix of demand and expectation.

One by one, the female professors began to disperse.

Some whispered quietly about specific techniques.

Others were already discussing possible style adaptations for future training.

The male professors, on the other hand, stood up more carefully, some discreetly limping, others leaning on one another, all trying to maintain a minimum of dignity.

Before Armand could leave the arena, Seraphina’s voice called out to him again.

"Armand, please come here."

He raised his gaze, surprised, and gave a slight nod.

He walked toward the headmistress with steady steps, even feeling the accumulated fatigue in every muscle.

As he approached, he noticed that Seraphina had dismissed the other professors from the immediate area.

It was a more private conversation.

"In the quick combat analysis, we already noticed something that all the students are failing at in some way, so I wanted your help with this."

Seraphina spoke directly, without beating around the bush.

Armand frowned slightly, attentive.

"Hand to hand combat."

The phrase was delivered with weight.

Armand blinked once, processing it.

"You want me to teach them hand to hand combat?"

The question was sincere, without irony.

Seraphina slowly shook her head in denial.

"No."

She took a deep breath before continuing.

"Let’s be serious. Probably the best person for that would be Stellar or Professor Névoa."

Armand immediately agreed, without needing to say it aloud.

"But Stellar would never teach witches, and Névoa has her schedule completely full for that kind of thing."

Seraphina made a short, calculated pause.

"So... I thought of... something..."

Armand tilted his head slightly, confused.

"A group that split off from Stellar. Her former students."

A chill ran down Armand’s spine.

"Huh? Former students of Stellar?"

"Yes."

Seraphina confirmed with a short nod.

She then continued, now in a more explanatory tone.

"They were mages who infiltrated Stellar’s class, without her knowing they were mages."

Armand’s eyes widened slightly.

"To clarify, of course, at some point she found out."

Seraphina crossed her arms more tightly.

"And that had a price."

Armand remained silent, waiting.

"One nut of each of them was crushed until destruction."

Seraphina said this with a sadistic smile on her face, making a pinching motion with her hand, as if squeezing a small imaginary sphere.

"They completed the training, which is why they were exceptional warriors. But against all of Stellar’s female students at once, it was impossible not to lose at least one nugget."

She paused briefly.

"Apparently the group was larger, but two of them lost both balls in that battle."

The story was known only within very restricted circles.

Hearing it directly from the headmistress gave it an even more concrete weight.

"Alright."

He took a deep breath.

"But who are they, exactly?"

Seraphina studied his face for a few seconds before answering.

"Have you ever heard of the term mana gas?"

Armand nodded immediately.

"A type of gas that temporarily nullifies all magic of those within the area, without even needing to be inhaled, right?"

"That’s right."

Seraphina confirmed.

"They specialize in that gas."

She began to slowly walk around Armand as she explained.

"Basically, they release the gas before the fight to gain an advantage, forcing the opponent to abandon magic and engage in hand to hand combat."

Armand crossed his arms, thoughtful.

The concept was dangerous.

But extremely efficient.

"Interesting."

He murmured, more to himself than to her.

"I’ll get in touch with their leader."

Seraphina looked directly at him again.

"She owed me a favor. That’s why I’m sure she’ll accept."

Armand raised an eyebrow.

"I’ll let her know that you’ll be taking some students to train with the group."

"She?"

The question slipped out automatically.

"Oh, yes."

Seraphina smiled slightly.

"The group is led by a woman."

She paused briefly.

"A longtime friend, actually. The only one who didn’t lose any magic in that battle... after all... she doesn’t have balls, does she? haha!"

Seraphina paused.

"Her name is Crinlah."

The name echoed in his mind, unfamiliar, but heavy with context.

"I’ll contact her and pass you all the information."

Seraphina then took a step forward.

"Please, inform the students."

She gestured toward the main building.

"And take them to my office."

Armand straightened his posture.

He nodded, a clear sign of understanding and respect for the order.

And then he turned away.




























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Armand walked through the school’s main corridor with firm steps.
Beside him, Emma followed in silence, hands clasped in front of her body.
Her gaze was attentive, curious, analyzing everything around her.
Right behind them came Lillith, arms crossed and an expression of boredom.
Celestina closed the group, constantly looking to the sides with alert eyes.

The atmosphere among them was strange.
There was no hostile tension.
But there was anticipation.

Armand stopped in front of a tall door.
He knocked twice.

Seraphina opened it almost immediately.
She already seemed ready, as if she had been waiting.

"Come in."

Seraphina was direct.

"I’ve already spoken with Crinlah."

Emma tilted her head, interested.
Lillith raised an eyebrow.
Celestina took a deep breath.

"She agreed to receive you today."

Armand nodded.

"Perfect."

Seraphina walked to the center of the room.
She raised her right hand.
A circle of runes formed in the air.
The space inside it began to fold.

A portal opened.

On the other side, it was possible to see open ground.
Packed dirt.
Stacks of stones.
Simple tents in the background.

"I’ll stay here,"
said Seraphina.

"Observe. Learn. And do not underestimate anyone."

Armand gave a slight nod.
They stepped through the portal.

The air on the other side was different.
Drier.
It smelled of wood and dust.

As soon as Celestina crossed, the portal closed behind them.

Armand raised his gaze.

Standing before them was a woman.

She had purple hair tied in a high ponytail.
A few loose strands framed her face.
Her eyes carried an alert and confident gleam.

The purple bodysuit she wore clung tightly to her body.
It clearly indicated someone accustomed to physical combat.
Despite that, her magical presence was evident.
Strong.
Controlled.

Her breasts were large.
Very large.
Something that immediately drew attention.

Armand noticed the contrast.
A hand to hand fighter.
With that level of magical power.

She smiled when she saw them.
An open smile.
Friendly.

Behind her, several men were working.
They stacked pieces of wood between large stones.
Their movements were coordinated.
Trained.

All of them wore similar purple bodysuits.
Their muscles were well defined.
Every movement made it clear they were experienced warriors.

Between their legs, the testicles were visible beneath the fabric.

The place did not look like a village.
Nor a formal training field.

There were only four tents set up.
An open area.
And prepared terrain.

The woman stepped forward.
She extended her hand.

"Hello. You must be Armand, right?"

Her voice was warm.

"That’s me, nice to meet you!"
said Armand, shaking her hand.

He turned slightly.

"This is Emma, Lillith, and Celestina."

Emma gave a short bow.
Lillith waved with two fingers.
Celestina smiled, a little nervous.

"Nice to meet you all!"
the woman said, smiling again.

She released Armand’s hand.

"So, problems with the girls’ hand to hand training, right?"

Armand scratched the back of his neck.

"We could say that… haha…"

"Right, right, haha…"

She raised a hand to her head.
Scratched lightly, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Well, Seraphina already explained most things to me."

She made a broad gesture with her hand.

"But even so, I’ll need to see them fight."

Crinlah tilted her head.

"Is it alright if we simulate a few fights?"

"Oh, of course, no problem!"
Armand replied without hesitation.

Crinlah turned her body.
Let out a short whistle.

One of the men approached.

He was tall.
Broad built.
Relaxed movements.

"Could you fight these girls?"
Crinlah asked.

"Sure,"
he replied easily.

"All three at once, or one at a time?"

"Show off,"
Lillith said, rolling her eyes.

Even so, she could not stop looking at his muscles.

"One at a time,"
Crinlah said.

"We’ll start with the girl with brown hair."

"Huh?"
Celestina widened her eyes.

"Me?"

She pointed to herself.

Crinlah nodded.

"Ok…"

Celestina walked to the center.
Her steps were slightly unsteady.
Her breathing controlled.

"Oh, wait a moment,"
Crinlah said.

"Let’s make sure this is hand to hand only, alright?"

She closed her hands.
Subtle runes formed between her fingers.
She opened her hands again.

She blew out a small cloud of smoke.

The smoke hit the man’s face.
And Celestina’s.

Celestina immediately started coughing.

"What the hell is this?!"

"Let’s wait until you catch your breath,"
Crinlah said calmly.

"Then we can begin."

A few seconds passed.
Celestina took a deep breath.
Her body adjusted.

"Ready,"
she said.

"Alright…"
Crinlah smiled.

"So…"

She raised her arm.

"What are you waiting for?"

"You may begin!"

The man did not attack.
He simply stood still.
Open stance.
Attentive gaze.

Celestina hesitated for a moment.

Armand watched.
Confused.

This was the opposite of Stellar’s method.
No initial pressure.
No aggressive advance.

As Armand thought about it, Celestina moved.

She lunged forward.
Her right fist came fast.

The man blocked with his forearm.
Redirected the blow upward.

Celestina reacted.
She lifted her leg.
Executed a direct kick aimed at the balls.

The man did not just block.
He caught her leg.

"Uh!"

Celestina’s eyes widened.

She knew that from that moment on she was defenseless.

"Too slow…"
he said.

"wh… woooo… woooooooaaaaaahhhhh"

The man twisted his body.
Used her leg as a lever.
Pulled Celestina.

The movement was clean.
Precise.

Celestina was thrown.

She hit the ground.
Dust rose.

The impact was dry.

The man straightened up.

Looked at the group.

"Who’s next?"

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The girls were gathered together.
The ground still bore marks from the falls.
Dust hung in the air.
Heavy breathing.
Awkward silence.

Celestina was sitting.
One hand braced against the ground.
She breathed deeply.

Lillith had her arms crossed.
An irritated glare.
Teeth clenched.

Emma maintained her posture.
But her gaze was lowered.
She analyzed everything in silence.

Armand raised a hand to his forehead.
Closed his eyes for a moment.
Sighed.

It was no surprise.
But it was worse than he expected.

Clean defeats.
Without difficulty.
One after another.

"Well, girls,"
Crinlah said.

She walked slowly.
Firm steps.
Relaxed posture.

"You have a long road ahead of you."

Her tone was not cruel.
There was no mockery.
There was empathy.

Crinlah stopped in front of them.

"We’re going to train hard."

She raised one finger.

"First."
"You need to understand your styles."

She turned her head.
Looked at Emma.

"Some are defensive."

Emma raised her eyes.
Attentive.

Crinlah turned her body.
Looked at Lillith.

"Others are offensive."

Lillith smirked.

Crinlah then turned.
Looked at Celestina.

"And some fall in between."

Celestina nodded slowly.

"When the training is over."
"You will know exactly who you are."

She walked in a circle.

"Your techniques."
"Your limits."
"Your advantages."

Crinlah stopped.
Her gaze became serious.

"And if this works."

A pause.

"You will only lose in hand to hand."
"To elite combatants."

Another pause.

"Any man."
"Any one of them."

Armand frowned.

"Who enters a fight with you."

Crinlah clenched her fists.

"Will be placing the fate of his little stupid balls... In your hands."

Total silence.

"And you will never again lose to any being with two fragile dangling orbs between their legs."

Armand tilted his head.
A suspicious look.

It was an exaggeration.
He knew that.

"Anyway,"
Crinlah said.

She took a deep breath.

"Armand,"
she said, smiling.
"You too."

He blinked.

"Seraphina said I’d probably teach you a few things as well."

"Oh yes. It’s always good to learn, haha."

Silence.

A strange silence.

"Uh…"
Crinlah murmured.

Armand’s eyes widened.

"You want me to fight?!"
Armand shouted.

"I need to see your style."

She smiled.

Armand nodded.

He stood up.

Crinlah turned her head.

"You can go back,"
she said to the man who had been fighting the girls.

"Huh?"

Armand found it strange.
She smiled back at him.

"Don’t worry, you fight me."

She blew the smoke.

Armand felt the effect.

"Shall we begin?"

He nodded, and without hesitation put into practice the fighting style he had developed to face Stellar.

He advanced.

With everything.

Crinlah smiled widely.

"Aggressive."

She dodged.

Barely.

"He’s fast."

She twisted her body.

"Excellent combatant."

She observed everything.

Armand continued.

Successive strikes.

Constant pressure.

"Impressive fighter… but remember… after my training, I’ve never lost…"

Then she saw it.
A detail.
A movement.

"Bingo,"
she thought.

She dodged.

Her foot rose.

Direct impact.

On the testicles.

"…to a man."

She said this while looking directly into his eyes, as he made that pathetic wide eyed face, begging for mercy.

She grabbed his arm.

Twisted her body.

Pinned the other arm.

Another kick.

Between the legs, this time from behind.

"Uh."

Armand fell.

To his knees.

"Now, girls,"
she said calmly.

"The important part."

She lightly raised her foot, resting it behind his balls.

"He is defenseless."

She slid her foot with control.

"I can do whatever I want. If I want to stay here, just playing, showing who is superior, I can. If I want to kick those little pieces of crap with all my strength and completely destroy them, I can too. So girls, should I kick your dear professor’s ridiculous nuts?"

Emma screamed.

"NO!"

Lillith screamed.

"YES!"

Celestina stayed silent.

Crinlah laughed.

She released Armand.

He fell to the ground.

Holding his balls, rolling on the ground like a loser.

"We have a lot to learn."

She smiled.