Lillith - Chapter 53 - Biology lesson?

I apologize again for the infrequent posting... I'm trying my best...

Anyway, I believe I'm finally emerging from the "darkness of ideas" and things are flowing... However, I had a problem finalizing this chapter, and I couldn't "polish" the last parts of it, so if it seems strange or difficult to understand, I apologize! I'll be willing to answer any questions and listen to new ideas! Thank you!



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The scream cuts through the cold morning air.
"FASTER!"
The sound echoes among the tall trees of the forest.
Leaves tremble slightly with the vibration of the voice.
Birds scatter from the nearest branches.

At the center of a clearing carved open by force, two young fighters face each other.
Crinlah stands at the edge of the improvised arena.
Arms crossed.
A hard stare.
Attentive to every detail.

Emma and a man wearing the tight purple uniform of the fighters’ group exchange rapid movements.
The purple fabric follows every muscle contraction and clearly outlines the two orbs between his legs.
Emma steps forward.
The man reacts.
He raises his leg in a hammer kick aimed straight at her face.
The movement is clean.
Well executed.

The man tilts his torso to the side.
The kick slices through the air where her head had been an instant before.
Emma barely retreats in time.
She bends her knees.
Steps back half a meter.

"TOO DEFENSIVE!"
Crinlah’s voice cuts through the space between them.
"IN THAT MISTAKE OF HIS I WOULD HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT OF FIVE DIFFERENT WAYS TO TURN HIS NUTS INTO PASTE!"

Emma slides backward.
Her feet kick up fine dust.
The man advances with two quick strikes.
A straight punch.
A cross.
Emma twists her torso.
The first grazes past her.
She leans her body.
The second misses by inches.

"A good defense is important, yes," Crinlah says.
"But if we stay only on that, and never attack, the enemy only needs to find an opening..."

The morning sun pierces through the forest canopy.
Beams of light slip between the leaves.
One of them hits Emma’s face directly.
She closes the struck eye.

"And there it is..." Crinlah continues.

The man changes his rhythm.
He advances low.
His body nearly parallel to the ground.
His leg sweeps through the area Emma is not watching.
A blind spot.

"WOAH!"

Emma loses her balance.
Her support foot slips.
Her body spins.
She falls flat on her back.
Dust rises around her.

The man steps forward.
Raises his arm.
Clenches his fist.
The punch comes down toward Emma’s face.
It stops a millimeter away.

"End of the match."
Crinlah raises her hand.
"Four to zero."

The man relaxes his arm.
Takes two steps back.

Emma remains on the ground.
She takes a deep breath.
Her enormous chest, squeezed inside the extremely tight bodysuit, rises and falls rapidly.
She huffs.
Frustrated.
Her hand clenches the dirt.

At that moment, from inside a nearby tent, fabric shifts.
The tarp opens partially.
Lillith steps out, stretching.
Arms raised above her head.
Her body still loose with sleep.

"Why so much noise this early in the morning?"

"Well, well," Crinlah says.
Her gaze shifts.
"Look who decided to wake up..."

"Huh?"
Lillith blinks.
"What time is it?"

Armand is leaning against the trunk of a tree.
Arms crossed.
A calm expression.
He answers without raising his voice.

"Approximately seven thirty in the morning."

"Seven thirty?!"
Lillith’s eyes go wide.
"What is this? Are we in military training or something?"

"I didn’t force anyone to wake up," Crinlah replies.
"Believe me, I don’t care how much you want or don’t want to train. In the end, you’re the one who’ll get screwed if you do it without effort. No wonder the dark-haired girl looks like she hasn’t even woken up."

Crinlah points with her chin.

Inside the tent, Celestina sleeps.
Lying on her side.
One leg sticking out from under the tarp.
Her face buried in a wrinkled cloth.
Wearing only a bra and panties, she seems to be sleeping more deeply than anyone else there did that night.
Slow breathing.
Lazy.

"How the hell did that girl not wake up with all the screaming?"
Lillith mutters.

"So," Lillith says.
She crosses her arms.
"What is all this?"

"Emma asked me to train early this morning," Crinlah replies.
Her gaze returns to the arena.
"Seems like the girl is hardworking."
"Even though..."
She pauses briefly.
"She doesn’t seem very good at hand-to-hand combat..."

"Uh..."
"I see..."

Lillith rolls her eyes.
The gesture is slow.
Loaded with old rivalry.

"Anyway," Crinlah continues.
"Are you going to join us?"
"Or are you just going to stand there showing off your sexy pajamas?"

Lillith freezes.
Looks down at herself.
Only then does she notice what she is wearing.
Light fabric.
Too thin for the morning air.

She lifts her gaze.
Notices the men around her.
Eyes fixed.
Glazed expressions.
All staring.
All drooling.
All except Armand.

Lillith’s face heats up.
Her cheeks turn red.
She scowls.
Turns her body sideways.
And quickly goes back into the tent.
The tarp falls behind her.
The sulky expression remains.
Mixed with pure embarrassment.

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After a few hours, all the girls were already awake.
The sun had climbed higher in the sky.
The forest was now fully illuminated.
Short shadows stretched across the ground of the clearing.

For nearly three hours, the group went through extreme training.
General combat.
No specific focus.
Constant switching of opponents.
Repeated movements.
Falls.
Quick recoveries.
Short sprints.
Jumps.
Improvised defenses.

The ground was scarred.
Overlapping footprints.
Grooves opened by sliding bodies.
Dust hanging in the air.

Now, the three girls were standing still.
Slightly bent forward.
Hands resting on their knees.
Deep breaths.
Accelerated rhythm.

Celestina’s chest rose and fell slowly.
Lillith let the air out impatiently.
Emma kept her posture, but her shoulders betrayed her exhaustion.

"Alright..."
Crinlah breaks the silence.
She observes the three of them.
Evaluates every detail.
"I can see you are tired."
She walks a few steps.
"But we need to continue."

Crinlah approaches a fallen log.
Sits on it calmly.
Crosses one leg over the other in a way that would make any man melt if he were watching.

"That is why," she continues.
"Now we are going to move into something more... let us say... easy."

The girls raise their eyes.

"Let us take advantage of the fact that Armand went to take his break,"
Crinlah smiles to the side.
"And focus on combat against male opponents."

She rests her elbows on her thighs.

"Well," Crinlah says.
"You did not arrive in the magical world yesterday. So what I am about to say should already be common sense to you."

She leans her body forward.

"Men are born with these ridiculous things called testicles."
"Hanging between their legs."
"You already know how effective it is to hit those little things in combat."

Lillith nods.
Celestina crosses her arms and smiles.
Emma hesitates for a moment.

Even so, she nods as well.

As much as Emma dislikes the concept, there is no way to deny reality.

"Right," Crinlah continues.
"What you might not know is the level of advantage these structures give us in a fight."

She raises one finger.

"Let us suppose that a person’s combat ability is measured from one to ten."

She gestures around.

"All these fighters you faced here."
"They would be around nine."

The girls look at one another.

"And I,"
Crinlah gives a slight smile.
"Would be around eight."

Lillith’s eyes widen.
Celestina frowns.
Emma looks surprised.

"Look at your faces!"
Crinlah laughs.
"Hahaha!"

"I imagine you are now wondering how I am the leader."

She leans back against the log.

"As soon as we left the Stellar field, we needed to decide on a leader. So we held several fights among ourselves."

Crinlah’s smile changes.
It becomes sharper.

"Aldrinin..."

She raises her hand.
Shows her long nails.

"Nails to the eyes, temporary blindness, followed by three direct kicks to the balls. One would be enough to incapacitate and win the fight. Three make any reaction impossible. I mean... he stayed in a fetal position for twenty minutes haha..."

"Beren..."
Crinlah continues.
"I hugged him, with his face pressed against my breasts, creating a small distraction. Enough time for a directed knee strike, right in the nuts. Fight over and him crying on the ground."

"Rowand..."

She tilts her head.

"He trapped me in an arm lock. The fight was practically won by him."

Crinlah extends her arm.
Simulates the position.

"My hand reached his precious parts. If he kept going, he probably would have won the fight, but by then the damage I would do to his balls would likely be irreversible. So... he gave up even before I started squeezing hahaha. Smart man..."

Crinlah stands up.

"Anyway,"
"Each one fell."
"One by one."
"And all for the same reason."

She opens her arms.

"They were born men, and with that, with the greatest weakness nature has ever given."

The three girls watch.
Attentive.
Without interrupting.

Crinlah seemed to be enjoying herself.

"I am serious."
"It is like a button to win a fight. The advantage is extreme not to be exploited."

"That is why we need specialized training. For incapacitation, for obtaining information, and even for the destruction of both balls, if necessary. Understood?"

"Yes,"
Celestina answers.

"Yes,"
Lillith answers.

"Yes..."
Emma answers after a small delay.

"Ok."
"Great."

Crinlah looks behind her.

"Beren."
"Come here please."

A man approaches.
Cautious steps.

Celestina fixes her gaze.
Lillith does the same.

His balls draw attention.
Like an obvious target.
It was like a hunter looking at its prey.

"You are going to be our training dummy, ok?"

"Uh, what do you mean by... AGHHAAAAA!"

Crinlah moves.
Fast.
Precise.

Her knee rises.
The impact is technical.
Directed between his legs.

The man loses his posture.
His body folds, his legs turn to jelly.

"Why..?"
He speaks with an unstable voice.

"We need a target to train,"
Crinlah replies.
"And whether you like it or not, I was still thinking about your punishment for that."

She steps closer.

"There is nothing better than threatening the integrity of a man’s nuggets to teach discipline."

"Please."

"We are going to make sure you behave, right?"

Crinlah pulls out a glowing purple rope.
The energy is stable.
Not aggressive.

She ties the man’s arms.
Then fixes the rope to a wooden trunk.
The knot is firm.
Secure.

The man remains standing.
Breathing controlled.

Crinlah turns to the girls.

"So girls."
"Who will be first?"

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Crinlah pulls Lillith to be the first.
"First of all, let us talk a little about testucles structuring. All of you know that it is extremely effective to kick them, but you might not know that there are different types of pain for each strike."

The three women look as if they are trying to understand what she is saying.

"Well, of course, regardless of the type, the reaction will be the same. Crossing the eyes, opening the mouth in an O shape, crying..."

She says this while looking cruelly into Beren’s eyes.

"But!"
She makes a dramatic pause.

"It is possible to make agonizing pain become even more agonizing!"

She says it with a sadistic smile.

"But why would I do that, you ask me? Well... simple. Different opponents, different priorities."

Crinlah walks up to Beren, unties the rope, and holds his hands behind his back, leading him closer to Lillith.

"Lillith, dear, could you do me a favor? Grab those ridiculous things."

Lillith opens a wide smile.
Beren was exactly the one who had defeated her in training more than ten times.
She had been dying to break those balls for a long time.

"With pleasure."

"WAIT, WAIT, HOLD ON, HOLD ON, UGHHH... AAAGHHHH!"

Beren screams desperately when Lillith’s hand grabs the rounded shape in the fabric between his legs.

"Well, nice grip, but as you can see, he is still screaming, right?"

"Yes, so what? Is that not good?"

She squeezes harder, trying to meet Crinlah's expectations.

"Aaaaghhhh!"

"Oh, calm down, of course it is good. But it is not the best scenario if what you want is to instill fear or apply even more pain."

"Huh?"

"Tell me, have you ever seen a testicle pop?"

"Oh, yes, I have."
Lillith says with a sadistic smile.

"So you must have noticed that when that happens, the man does not scream, right?"

While the conversation went on, Beren was staring at Lillith’s hand, begging her to let go, waiting for Crinlah to give the command for her to release him.
That seemed like it would never happen.
His desperation only grew, to a level where he was not even paying attention to the conversation itself.

"Well, that happens because the pain is so extreme that he cannot even react."

"Oh... yes... I understand..."

"Well, what if I told you that there is a way to cause that, but without, let us say... popping?"

She says with a laugh.

Lillith opens her eyes, which are shining...

"Now, with a lot, A LOT of care, I would even say to considerably reduce the strength, squeeze those balsies, but squeeze the back part of them, with your nail if possible. But seriously, with A LOT of care please."

Lillith twists the balls through the fabric of Beren’s clothes and digs her nail behind them.

"AGGGHHHAAA... AAAAaaa..."

Beren’s scream quickly turned into a moan, and then into an almost lewd whimper.

Lillith looked a little surprised, as did Emma and Celestina.

"See? The back part of the testicles has even more nerves than the front. After all, it is where almost everything works. But that also means it is much more dangerous to mess with that area. So..."

Crinlah lifts Beren’s chin, tears in his eyes.

"If you do it wrong and apply just a little more force, you will end up damaging his sensitive parts. And well... that could remove one hundred percent of his magic temporarily. Or depending on his balls... permanently."

Crinlah finally takes her eyes off Beren’s and lets his chin drop again.

"But please, do not do that haha. He is useful to me. So you can let go."

Lillith waits about three seconds and finally releases him.
At the same time Crinlah releases his hands.
He collapses to the ground, holding his balls, crying and trembling.

"Well... that is the first lesson about balsies. And it should be exploited intelligently, whether for negotiations, combat, or even punishment by threat. Right, Beren?"

At that moment Armand returns and sees Beren on the ground.

"What in the world happened here?"

"I was showing some techniques to the girls."

Armand looks at Beren, collapsed and crying.

"I would rather not know. Anyway, shall we go back to training?"

--

The group continued training until nightfall, until everyone went to their tents to sleep.

On top of a tree... someone watches...

"What a coincidence, finding those girls here... and... well... that must be the famous professor they told us about that day, right?"

"Big testicles... he seems powerful. We will have to be careful, if possible do everything without him noticing."

"Speaking of that, where is the target again?"

"Aldrinin, thirty two years old, yellow tent on the right."

"Right... pop one ball only, or complete castration?"

"Apparently he already has one testicle missing, so it would be complete either way..."

"Alright... did you see their fighting style? We need to be a bit careful, especially not to wake the woman. If we wake the men it is not a problem, but if she wakes up, we will have to flee..."

The two girls nod to the woman and jump to other trees.