A Goblin Girl’s Job

***ADDITIONAL TAGS: Big Titty Ballbusting Goblin Girls, Sneaky Ballbusting, Lots of Punching Balls, Implied castration, ruptures, ballbusting magic***

**Kingdom Malorria, Lower East Quarter – Antique Row**

*Keeping a steady job in Bustia is harder than you think. Especially when you’re a busty goblin girl who can’t stop punching their bosses hanging nutsacks in fits of anger…*

A two-story antique shop sits crooked on a narrow street that doesn’t carry a lot of traffic. Its windows are fogged with years of collecting dust and corroding seals that have lost their uses. The wooden sign above the door creaks even when there’s no wind.

This place is a dump. Most people in Malorria walk past it without a second glance. That's exactly why this sudden job paid well enough to cover three months of rent for Maple and her siblings.

*Six hundred silver pieces. It’s not world changing money but it’s more than enough to get some fish for the weekend. Mmm…fish sounds so good right now.*

*Maple Rowan*, a sharp fang goblin girl, crouches in the shadow of a rain barrel across the alley. Her lime green skin blends poorly with the gray stone behind her, even with her restitched dark brown long coat.

The coat was too big, borrowed from a skinny Oni friend who owed her favors, so the hem dragged when she moved. But it usefully swallows and hides her huge green tits and chubby short thighs in crowds, making her look like just another urchin scavenging for scraps.

With spiky blue hair pushed back with a black headband under the hood, Maple’s big sea blue eyes scan the upper windows: seeing three floating magic orbs of lights flickering.

She figures they belong to the Night shift. *Low-class guards*, probably moonlighting Fawnix's or desperate humans who couldn’t afford proper guild certification.

“In and out…should be easy.”

She didn’t like taking this kind of job. In her past she’s ran into too many variables. Too much *“trust the client”* bullshit. Hell, she didn’t even have a real client name…Just a special request scroll with a *Black Leaf, screaming with sharp teeth in its center,* symbolized under the name “***Mikaku***.”

Right away she knew it was sketchy. But her landlord didn’t care about excuses, and her little brother had already asked twice this week why the stove was cold.

Plus this is a special Goblin level type of job. Clients liked having people who can’t be seen so easily run them errands or pick up things. So for a short sneaky thief like herself, she should have this in the bag.

*No pressure, right?*

“Ugh dummy. I’m so stupid! I knew I shouldn’t have punched Mr. Max’s balls flat…”

Grumbling at herself and annoyed by her temper, Maple slips across the alley quickly, her small green feet kicking up pebbles and splashing small puddles. She makes a quick hop onto a dumpster, claws finding purchase on the brick, and then up the drainpipe.

The second-floor window’s latch is laughably simple, so she pops it with the tip of her dragon-tooth dagger and eases inside.

“Heh, easy,” the short thief smiles to herself as her pointy ears twitch and her bare feet land soundlessly on the warped floorboards. The scent of old mildew and dusty shelves filled her nostrils. Standard for antique shops but beneath it, something sharper.

Metal. Sweat. *Pent up men…*

Her pupils dilated in the dark, adjusting faster than any humans ever could. Twelve paces ahead, a flickering orange mage-light cast uneven shadows across a half slumped handsome figure in cheap blue leather pants.

He’s human which eases Maple’s beating heart. After all, humans are the *squishiest* in these lands.

“Stay sleepy for just a few extra seconds,” She whispers more to herself than the sleeping threat she knew how to take out.

*“Mm…mmhm mm…”* The guard's head lolled forward with his greasy blonde hair brushing the hilt of his shortsword. His breathing is also slow and quiet with an occasional wet snort.

A dumb fish just waiting to be caught.

Maple’s fingers tighten around a makeshift weapon on her belt. A *thick black vine threaded rope* with a heavy black and blue *Iron Ball* knotted at the end.

Not elegant, but very effective against anything *fragile*.

The guard’s slack jaw trembles with another snore as she creeps closer, the rope swaying against the floorboards. His legs were splayed carelessly, causing the fabric of his pants to strain over a large bulge her blue eyes lock on fast.

Even in the dark she could see where his fat nuts sat.

*Thank you goddess Oracle. This one has a perfect pair to smash.*

Maple begins swinging the iron ball in slow, steady circles beside her thick thigh, building ball breaking momentum. The guard’s belt buckle gleams dully in the mage-light, and she adjusts her stance, calculating the perfect angle.

*One solid hit to the squishy center of his pride, and he’ll be too busy cradling his future children to raise any alarms.*

Sometimes it’s smart to deal with some of the guards just in case something bad happens later.

The iron ball swings faster now, its weight pulling the rope taut as Maple focuses on the guard's two outlined testicles. She could already imagine the satisfying crunch that sucks the strength from a man.

“Sorry,” she mouths silently but her lips curl into a focused smirk as she releases the rope, letting physics do the rest.

The impact was instantaneous. The iron ball connects with the guard’s relaxed scrotum with a muffled ***cruuunch***, sinking deep into the two soft nuts beneath the fabric.

“Huhh?!” His body jerks upright, eyes bulging, mouth stretching into a soundless scream as his hands instinctively flew downward. But it’s too late.

She’d used all her ballbusting force to take him out of the game.

“*Uuuuhhhhhh*…” wheezing quietly, the poor man slides down the wall and comes face to face with the monster responsible for his ball pain.

“*Oof*, right in the nuts, huh?”

Maple tries to look sympathetic but her blue eyes and sharp teeth only made the guard’s brain buffer harder.

Maple watches him, fascinated but prepared for another strike. Sometimes boys manage to find a second wind but luckily for this goblin she gets to watch the man’s face cycle through shades of *red*, then a *sickly pale* with veins popping along his forehead.

*“Awwhhh…mmmrrhhh….”* His legs spasm but not a single coherent word escapes him. Just wet, choked gurgles.

*Lucky for me human balls are so weak,* she thinks, *but to be safe,* Maple leans down until her breath tickles the guard’s bright red ear.

"Stay down, or when I come back through here, I’ll make sure my little toy *breaks* one of your precious nuts *clean in half*. Okay?"

She gives the iron ball a playful tug so it dangles by his head, eliciting a fresh whimper. His fingers twitch toward his fallen sword, but she presses her knee into his back, just hard enough to make his breath hitch.

"Try it. I’d *love* to see if you can swing steel with your *fat balls* lodged in your throat."

Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, his watery eyes darting to the makeshift weapon that tenderized his sack. Maple’s nervous grin widened when his hands slowly, *soooo slowly*, lifted away from his blade and flattened against the ground in surrender.

"Good choice," she cooes, patting his sweat-slicked cheek before tying the rope back on her belt.

Taking a few sniffs Maple gets used to the storage room’s smell as her pointy ears twitch back and forth like a cat tracking mice in the walls.

The other guards' footsteps were sluggish, their breathing heavy with the kind of boredom that made men miss obvious dangers.

She could easily avoid the others and be out in no time. So she moves low, coat dragging against stacked crates, blue eyes looking out for any surprises.

Down the narrow stairwell, past shelves of chipped porcelain and tarnished silver, the main showroom was dimly lit by a much larger but single hanging orb that pulsed slow and yellow.

Then, there it was: the display case in the *center*.

*A fist-sized red crystal suspended inside a foggy glass sphere, floating on a faint blue cushion of levitation*. Even from ten feet away Maple could feel it. The shard was asleep but aware, like a hornet trapped in amber.

*Is it something from the Hexx realm?* Maple had heard different stories about those magic users messing with things beyond their understandings.

So it didn’t take long for her to question herself.

*Whatever the client wants this thing for, it isn’t just decoration. But it doesn’t matter…* She’s made it this far, so she creeps closer and—

***CRRAASH!***

Glass explodes.

A small green blur vaulted over a counter like it owned the place, with her spiky bright-green hair catching the orb-light like a wet lime. A new goblin girl, barely taller than Maple but still catching her by surprise, lands in a crouch with jagged shards raining around her wrapped feet.

She’d driven one clawed fist straight through the reinforced glass and cloudy sphere like it was wet paper! The display case AND the shards container had shattered; leaving the red shard in her claw hand.

Maple couldn’t believe it.

“Got ye, ye wee bastard,” the goblin giggles in a confident way, not trying to be discreet. “That’s ma payday.”

*She just made all that noise…that’s gonna alert the other guards!*

“Hey…you can’t…”

Maple froze mid-step behind a tall brown cabinet with jars containing fairy bones. That red shard was supposed to be hers. Not in the hands of some other green ass chick!

The other goblin girl turns, three black rings tattoos on her wrists and legs, yellow eyes wide with rampant energy. She’s grinning like she’d just won a bar fight and it helps Maple recognizes her after a few seconds.

It’s *Jab*, a Hexx user who uses her sorcery to break men’s fragile masculinity in underground fight clubs. A no nonsense kind of goblin bitch Maple tries very hard to avoid grouping together with. She wasn’t like them or the wild goblins in the wilderness.

“Oi! Ye’re too late, *bluey*. Job’s all mine.”

Maple steps closer, her blue head spinning. She needs that crystal or she won’t get paid! Which means no rent money and no fish!

Her dragon-tooth dagger is already reversed in her left hand before she realizes it.

“No no…there should only be one of us. One! The Client said—“

Jab, laughs, making her larger and doughy wrapped boobs shake like waterbeds. “Clients lie, lass. Always do. Now sod off afore I—”

Boots *thunder down the stairs* and makes both of their ears shoot up.

*The rest of the fucking guards. All now on high alert. At least one of them won’t make it…if he knows what’s good for his walnuts,* Maple thinks as her little heart starts beating hard.

These are the moments where she wished she’d tried to pay attention to alchemy class when she used to go to school.

*Being able to make a better sword come out of the wall would be pretty sick…maybe I should stick with the Ball Basher.*

Five night guards arrive, two humans in similar star designed mage-robes, two Fawnix with deer-like ears and stun batons, one burly half-orc swinging a cudgel wrapped in crackling containment runes.

“*Thieves*!” the lead mage barks, palms already glowing white with pure white soul energy. “Hands up or we drop you. Hard!”

Jab’s grin widens until it looked painful.

“Lucky us, it’s *Warm-up time,*” she chomps the air and pockets the red shard into her ripped denim shorts. Green Hexx energy ignites around her clenched fists like living napalm, jagged and uneven.

「***Jab Scottwan’s Innate Hexx Technique, Double Impact: Mark—This innate sorcery is an advanced application of unique Hexx energy manipulation, designed to deceive and amplify the damage on an opponent. When executed, the sorcerer strikes an opponent and leaves a subtle X mark on the targeted area.***

***However, unbeknownst to the opponent, this mark acts as both a surprise bomb and of force and a magical magnet, either drawing the sorcerer's Hexx energy to the same spot for quick and powerful counters or detonating on command to deliver a lagged second impact...*****」**

Jab lunges at the lead guard, seeing her reflection in his squinting green eyes that glow as he raises a shield spell.

“Stay back you disgusting trash!” He orders, shocked to see Jab come at him with excitement.

“Not a chance!”

Jab moves fast despite her oversize chest slapping against her chin with each powerful step. They do nothing to slow the thundering Hexx-boosted momentum as she swings both clenched fists at the same time.

The skinny mage's shield flares gold, redirecting the blow but she’s already bouncing off it and running around, her feet slapping against the dusty floorboards as she pivotes.

“You idiot, you can’t penetrate my shield with those small fists—”

“Ha really?!” Jab’s left hook, wreathed in that jagged green energy, turns maroon and lashes out, *slamming* into the guard's ribs from below his blind spot.

“*Aghh?!”*

Jab's first punch connects solid, meaty, but not fight-ending. The skinny mage wheezes and bounces back onto a wobbly foot but it’s nothing serious. What he didn't see though was the ghostly red X mark appearing against his side, pulsing once like a lightning bug.

"***Mark***," Jab spits, already recoiling for another heavy left swing.

The guard barely had time to register the word before the real damage hit. That symbol *detonates*, *a secondary concussive blast of maroon Hexx* energy, rippling outward from the exact same spot her knuckles had kissed seconds earlier!

His ribs *crack* audibly this time, the sound swallowed by his choked scream as he stumbles sideways into a display case.

*This little bitch has a Hexx Technique that makes her hit this hard?! She can’t be stronger than me, can she?!*

Glass figurines shatter beneath him, their painted faces smearing across the floorboards like cheap makeup.

*No…No! It doesn’t matter! I can fight through this pain,* The mage thinks, struggling to breathe but refusing to quit.

Jab’s yellow eyes lock onto the mage’s trembling legs, zeroing in on the real prize: The *saggy* boy bulge in his pants.

"Ay, ye think there's a *proper shield* doon here too?" Jab cackles as her clenched maroon fist is already sailing straight for his hangers.

“Please *noooOOOOO*!!!”

The guard’s knees try to instinctively clap together but he’s too slow. Jab’s powerful uppercut *rockets* upward with brutal accuracy. Her wrapped goblin knuckles bury themselves deep into the soft, *unprotected flesh* of his poor babymakers, making sure to crush them both in one swing.

**「*****…The true mastery of Jab’s Double Impact lies not in its complexity, but in Jab's uncanny ability to strike where her opponents are most vulnerable. A Man’s favorite organs. The source of his strength and his biggest weakness. The number one place where they least desire to be hit the most. Her attacks on unfortunate testicles land with explosive power they often can’t handle, exploiting the narrowest openings with devastating effects. This unassuming goblin girl, with the strength to rival an orc, transforms her simple technique into a force to be reckoned with.*****」**

“*Auuuuhhhh*!!!”

The *X Mark flares crimson* against his crotch the moment her fist connects but Jab doesn’t even wait for the delayed blast. She’s already rushing towards the next guard, her wild neon green hair whipping around when the secondary detonation *thumps* through the first mage’s bruising eggs.

Completely *scrambling* them.

“Let Morry take her out. Let’s get the blue *fat* one! She doesn’t look like a sorcerer.”

“Yeah, she looks more like a *pipsqueak* to me. Think she’s got tits as big as that other one?”

“One way to find out.”

The two similar looking fawnix men lunge at Maple in eerie synchronization, their deer-like ears bouncing adorably. *Brothers, probably.* They have the same tapered jawlines, same stupid matching stun batons crackling with blue energy. But now isn’t the time to appreciate their family tree.

Maple’s fingers yank the Iron-Ball rope free just as the first baton hisses through the air where her head had been. She ducks, her blue hair brushing the splintered ground, and let momentum carry the swinging iron ball in a wide, vicious arc.

“Don’t blame me if your balls don’t work after this!”

“Huh—ahhh!!!” The lead Fawnix’s wrinkly raisins met the iron sphere with a quick wet…***DOUBLE POP.***

“You…oh fuck! *You Broke Them!?! My Nuts!?!?!*” His scream is half-bleat, half-human.

“Oh? Really? I didn’t mean to swing *THAT* hard…”

Being frazzled with her perfect plan being broken by a stupid Hexxer and these two tag teaming her, her body moves on impulse, giving her the strength she needs to *neuter* the men before her.

The poor Fawnix's scream hadn't even finished echoing when his brother dashes after Maple, antlers lowered like a battering ram.

"Veylin! Get away from him!" he roars, voice cracking mid-shout.

Maple saw the whites of his widened eyes. Not fear, but that particular brand of *male panic* that only comes when *witnessing another man's balls get annihilated.*

She didn't give him time to process. As his stun baton swings in a wild overhead arc, Maple ducks under his arm and antlers. Then, with fast scampering, her calloused green fingers snatch a fistful of his sweat-damp shirt.

“Your turn.”

Using his own momentum against him, she yanks him forward while driving *both of her pointy knees* upward with the speed of a small steam engine.

***CRRRKKK***!

“*Myyyyy Ballssssss!!!”*

The Fawnix's larger left testicle absorbs most of the force but little righty still gives a satisfying crackle that makes Maple’s ears shiver.

“Mm! Got them both!”

Despite her worrying about the outcome of this busted job, Maple feels herself having fun. Just like any other goblin girl would in her spot. Maybe breaking balls is a way for them to cool off? Would make sense.

All that anger in such tiny bodies can only lead to one thing…

“*Whyyy…?”*

The deer man coughs and trembles but Maple knows he won’t stay standing. Not after having his dangling bits take two thick knees without mercy.

“Sorry, it’s nothing personal,” she drops back to her feet and puts her fists on her hips, “But I’ll do anything to get some pricey fish.”

“F-Fish…? *Awww nooo* I th-think I’m…*going to be s…sick…”*

Maple doesn’t think either brother will be having babies anytime soon. Not with the way one of their voices has pitched into ultrasonic registers and how their antlers tremble like divining rods pointing straight to hell.

“Heh heh, go on. Cough them deer nuts up for me. I heard they make a good side dish.” Maple lies to make sure he doesn’t get up again. And it works. Maybe a little too good.

“*Auuuh*—***GLURRP***!” He dry heaves until more than drool sloshes from his mouth.

The blue hair goblin almost felt bad. Almost…but then she remembered the landlord’s eviction notice and the way her sibling's stomach had growled louder than a starving dire wolf last night.

*All Testicle related sympathy evaporated. In an instant.*

**SHHHING**!

A katana flashes silver in the dim orb-light, its edge humming with *soul energy purity,* making it shine like a bright sun across the room. Jab barely twists her torso in time as the second mage’s infused blade slices through the frayed hem of her shorts, grazing the curve of her wide ass with a line of fire.

“Hold still shorty!” Morry, the swords mage, furrows his bushy eyebrows while trying hard to keep his eyes on Jab’s whole body and not her *shaking boobs.*

*Her wraps are loosening but she didn’t seem to care! She’ll be naked by the time I finish this!*

"Fookin' *tryhard*!" she spits and forces herself into his space, already countering before the swordsman could reset his stance.

Her maroon-marked fist blasts into his diaphragm and the guard's breath explodes outward in a wet *hack.*

*“Haaauh! H-How?!”*

His eyes go fuzzy as the X mark flares crimson against his uniform and hits him again, right as she twists on her bare heels.

“Eat ‘is!” Jan’s short right leg coiles back, Hexx energy crackling around her ankle like a live wire.

***"Nut Butta Kick!"*** Jab shrieks, her accent cracking with so much goblin glee as her Hexx-charged foot sails forward with neutering intent.

“Oh shit!”

Morry barely had time to register the name before Jab’s pointy claw toes *splurges* *deep* into the soft center of his world, ripping through his pants like wet toilet paper.

“***Awwwwww Godssss!!!”***

His katana clatters to the floor as both hands instinctively cup his crumbling balls. But like the others he’s too late and the delayed detonation of her kick’s Hexx mark *thunders* from within his retracting testicles, sending a visible ripple through his trousers that makes the ripped fabric flap like a sad flag in a hurricane.

*“My Balls! Ohhh Fuck My Fucking Balls! They’re Crushed!!!”*

“Ohhh ye? *Ye wittle balls hurt?!”*

Jab mimics in a high-pitched whine, *wiggling her clawed toes deep in the guard’s ruined trousers*. She flexes them experimentally, feeling the squish of his *tenderized eggs* against the top of her foot.

“Ghhhhaaa! Y-You *Kicked ME IN MY BALLS!!!”*

He’s repeating himself like he can’t believe it. Like it’ll teleport him from some crazy bad dream and he’ll be okay. Whole. But no…that only happens in the cartoons.

“That’s right, luv. Tell ‘em friends *all* ‘bout how ye lost yer *family jewels* to a wee goblin lass.”

She blows a mean kiss as the man’s knees finally give out and his face presses against the floorboards in a puddle of his own drool.

The last guard, the half-orc, hesitates with his cudgel’s runes sputtering energy. His nostrils flare as he takes in the wreckage: *Two Fawnix brothers curled into whimpering ballsacks, the human mage vomiting onto his own babymakers, and now the mage swordsman sobbing into his hands as Jab ground her heel into his groin for good measure.*

“…Uh, you know what? *Nope*. Screw this! You two can take whatever and leave. This job ain’t paying enough to deal with…*all that.”*

He drops his weapon and raises his hands, not even going to take the risk with either one. For a split second the two green girls froze with confusion.

“*Homer you…stupid fucker…”* the one deer brother with intact balls tries to growl but gives up and goes back to sobbing.

“Shut it! I like having balls, okay?” The orc barks back, not wanting to be judged.

Goblin girls make Homer’s massive bull size balls shrivel up in fear whenever they get too close. Ever since an old party member *clobbered* his loose pair together with her dual hammers, he’s been weary of their sadistic side.

They have a mean reputation in this crazy realm for a reason..

“He’s giving up?”

Maple barely had time to consider Homer's surrender before Jab's piercing eyes locked onto his hefty, unprotected manhood. The half-orc's hands were raised, but his knees were slightly parted.

A fatal mistake for him. A perfect set up for Jab.

"Generous offer luv," Jab cracks her neck, already flexing her legs for a surprise dash. "But I'm still feeling *peckish*."

Maple opens her mouth, maybe to warn Homer or hope he doesn’t smash the crystal with a surprise counter of his own. Whichever one it was, she still freezes in horrified fascination as Jab's Hexx energy cracks the floorboards as she stomps forward.

The green ballbreaking blur shot beneath Homer's raised arms with terrifying speeds, all of her clawed fingers interlacing into a single hammer-fist.

Homer’s dark brown eyes widen in delayed realization.

"Wai—!!!"

Maple barely blinks before Jab’s entire upper half becomes a green comet of *testicular destruction.* Homer’s still slightly parted knees was an open invitation Jab accepted with *enthusiasm*. Even midleap her yellow eyes gleam with the *manic joy of a goblin girl who’d just found the universe’s most satisfying punching bag.*

**「*****…Unfortunately Homer’s Gargantuan Nads Never Stood A Chance...*****」**

***KRA-KRRSPLSHHH!***

The sound was glorious to be honest. Like *two juicy melons* getting *drop-kicked* against a brick wall and leaving a *smear*. It was loud enough to make Maple’s pointy ears *tingle in delight.*

Jab's interlaced fists *splurge* deep into Homer's unprotected ballsack with the force of a dwarven’s obsidian shield. Making his old party member’s hammers feel like a tickle compared to this…

“"*Oooch! Heh heh,* how'd ye like me o’l *nat cracking moves?* Did ah get them baith? Because it sorta feels like ah managed tae *smash them baith*. Whit dae ye think?"

She asks cockily, knowing he’s trapped in her world now. She feels her *pussy warm up with passion* as she feels his thick balls’ *spongy resistance* give way beneath her knuckles.

That mixed with the satisfying double crunch that vibrates down her forearms? Homer gave her the perfect set up for her *golden ballbusting move.*

"AhhhHHH!!!"

Homer's scream hits all the high notes as his testicles attempt to retreat into his pelvis, only to find Jab's fists already occupying the space where his dignity should be.

“I’ll tak’ that cryin’ as a *BIG* fat yes!”

Jab's grin stretches wide enough to show every sharp tooth as she feels Homer's massive orbs further flatten around her fists.

“Holy shit…you’re strong enough to crush an orcs balls too?! With just your punches?! T-That’s cheating!”

Maple’s competitive spirit shrunk…just a little bit.

*Damn. Bustia truly does pick her favorites…*

“Yuuup!”

“***AIIII!!!”***

Maple tunes out the girly half-orc scream as it turns into an even more *pathetic squeal*, all because Jab grabs his *deformed nutmeat* and ***YANKS*** him closer to the ground.

*Hard!*

“Ready?!”

Making him easy to pounce on now, Jab uses his sagging knees as a springboard to launch herself higher so they’re face to face. And for one beautiful moment, she hovers in mid-air above his trembling bulk, both fists raised behind her hair like a champion about to spike the winning point.

"Set!" she yells, just for the theatrics of it.

*Holy Oracle she’s about to hit a—*

Maple doesn’t even get to finish her thought as Jab reveals a truth Maple came to in that moment.

*Never pick a fight with the fat titty goblin girl named Jab. She’ll use her Hexx to make sure your balls never forget her.*

All sound bleeds away. The world narrows to the space between one heartbeat and the next as Jab abandons everything.

Excitement. Defense. Fear. The promise of Tomorrow. Every scrap of her being funnels into the twin hammers of her fists, raised high like an executioner's blades.

Hexx energy screams through her veins, threatening to burn her bones to ash from the inside.

*One breath. One impossible fraction of fractured time…*

***"Sack Flash!"***

Jab yells, her voice cracking with unburdened joy as her Hexx-charged fists came down like twin meteorites, just as the maroon X Mark between his lopsided green nuts goes off.

「***GINKA FLASH*** **銀花** **—** ***When two streams of the same negative current collide, the clash does not merely cancel. No, It chaotically inverts and transcends beyond standard perception. The filthy dregs of emotion multiply against themselves until something immaculate is forced into being: positive force, radiant and restorative...or, in rarer instants, something even more absolute.***

***The Ginka Flash is that instant seized…as chaos refined.***

***The user surrenders everything and pours the whole of their negative Hexx energy into a single vector. A risky convergence where timing becomes necessary. At the precise breath where the attack meets flesh, the target's own latent Hexx is dragged forth and then mirrored, doubled, betrayed.***

***What was once their strength becomes the blade turned inward. And in that microscopic betrayal...Silver sparks bloom.*****」**

In that *microscopic razor-edge instant* there’s only the *Power of a Girl* landing an explosive *testicular annihilating* shot and making it look badass.

When landed just right, sorceresses like to call this move: ***Sack Flash.***

“*MY BALLS!!!”*

Homer’s own latent Hexx, *raw, sluggish, and useless*, is ripped from his core, *inverted, amplified, doubled in merciless purity*…and ***SLAMMED*** back into him as ***Silver Judgment.***

A blinding nova of silver sparks erupts from the point of impact, fracturing outward in jagged spider-leg patterns, clawing through the air like living lightning made of molten star-shards.

Ruining Homer’s hung ass, *massive*, testicles like they’d never been there before…

***BOOM!!***

The half-orc’s body tore through stacked shelves like a battering ram, scattering wood, shattered glass, and one very unfortunate stuffed owlbear whose button eyes popped off mid-flight.

Maple watches Jab land in a crouch, her bare feet kicking up splinters as the echoes of Homer's shelf-smashing demise rattled the shop's foundations. Jab’s left dark green nipple poked through her wraps as her chest heaves from exhaustion…*wait, no.*

Her pupils are *blown wide* with that particular high Maple recognized from guild brawlers who'd just mainlined adrenaline.

*Hexx Users…are so strong,* Maple sulks, feeling herself be reminded of her limits.

*I forget how unfair Bustia is sometimes…to have that kind of strength…*

Jab’s grin is all teeth with her green aura around her like a living storm that’s finally dying down. The red shard pulses between her clawed fingers, casting eerie shadows across her flushed cheeks.

She was *hot* and *bothered* and needed to take care of it.

"…Ye ain’t bad fer a blue-haired *runt*," jab nods, tossing the shard up and catching it with two fingers. "But this *wee bastard’s* mine. See ye ‘round, aye?"

Maple’s fingers twitched toward her dagger, but Jab was already turning, her strong hips swaying with that infuriating confidence. But she pauses just long enough to kick one of the groaning deer guards in the sack from behind (*hard of course, giving him a matching pair like his brother)* before nodding toward their belts.

"Dinnae fret. Take their wallets. Consider it a *consolation prize* fer yer *shite luck*...and makin ‘is *fun* for me,”

Jab's silhouette blurs at the edge before disappearing into the shadows and leaving Maple with all the broken boys they’d taken down together.

“I…had fun too?”

Maple feels her face grow hot as confused emotions flowed between her squirmy legs and her goblin brain.

The shop groans like a dying beast and shelves sag under the weight of shattered artifacts. Somewhere beneath the wreckage, Homer emitted wet, hiccuping sobs that might've been prayers.

*“Strong enough to crush an orc’s balls…”*

The words festered in Maple’s skull. Sour like week-old milk. She’d planned every step.

*I scouted patrol routes, bribed the outside night watch gnome with fermented frog liquor, and for what? To watch some titty-flashing, cackling lunatic waltz in and wreck everything with her stupid fists and stupider grin?*

“Damnit…I hate these kinds of jobs.”

Maple exhales sharply through her nose, imagining her humiliation as a physical thing she could strangle.

"Next time," she mutters, "Next *fucking* time...I’ll beat her green ass!"

The words tasted like a promise, bitter and metallic. She’d chew through every scrap of her pathetic pride if it meant she could wipe that smug grin off Jab’s *hot punchable face*