The sun begins to set. Seraphina and the woman are already far too far away for Torne and Gerald to catch up with them. The smoke has already dissipated, and both of their testicles are slowly beginning to regenerate.
"Shit... What the fuck was that? I felt like my balls were being ripped apart from the inside."
Gerald says as he gets back on his feet.
"Ugh... shit... I..."
Torne gets up, with a blank look on his face.
"We... lost Seraphina... WE LOST SERAPHINA?!"
he screams.
"What the hell, dude? Yeah, we lost her. Relax, it happens. We'll find the big-titted bitch. There's not many places she can go on this island. Besides—OUFH!"
Gerald's sentence is interrupted by Torne punching him.
"You fucking idiot! Do you have any idea what the fuck just happened to us?! Do you have any idea what Eliza is going to do when she finds out?!"
"When I find out what?"
A sensual voice sounds from behind him. He freezes, knowing exactly who it is.
"I... I... I..."
"What the fuck happened here?"
Nyx says next, as she walks out of the building they entered a while ago. Behind her, Trocroco also walks out of the building, walking in a rather funny way.
"Torne, darling... Where is Seraphina?"
Eliza asks with a smile on her face, but she is clearly furious.
"I... I..."
"We'll be staying at the island's main hotel, in the luxury rooms on the top floor. Gerald, please be in my room exactly two hours from now. No delays."
Gerald looks confused.
Eliza opens her hand, and a small portal appears, with a little cloth pouch falling out of it.
"Nyx, you didn't win the bet, but I think I'll give this to you anyway. After all, I need to teach Torne a lesson."
Torne's eyes widen.
"No, no, Eliza, please, don't, this isn't—AAAAAAGHAAAA!"
While Torne begs, Eliza grabs the string closing the cloth pouch, swings it around, and slams it hard against a pillar of the building.
Torne falls to the ground again, clutching between his legs.
"You still think you have the right to talk to me after losing OUR BEST TOOL FOR COMPLETING OUR MISSION?!"
At the sight of this, Nyx's eyes light up.
"Is that?!..."
"All yours. Just remember not to destroy the ball inside the scrotum and this one at the same time, otherwise they won't regenerate."
Nyx takes the cloth pouch from Eliza's hand and opens it at an astonishing speed, letting a perfectly intact testicle fall into her hand.
"OH MY GOD, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! LET'S GET TO THE HOTEL!"
she screams as she tucks the ball into her cleavage.
Eliza, Trocroco, and Gerald follow her, leaving Torne there on the ground, whimpering.
When they arrive at the hotel, Trocroco speaks with the receptionists, who smile and welcome the other three, who then head to their respective rooms.
At the same time, inside the school:
"The day is coming..."
Armand says, lying on top of a book in his study room. He is tired, exhausted. The last few days have been nothing but training after training. He has taught many students, and he has also been taught by the witches he has partnered with over the past few months.
But at the same time, with every passing second, he wonders if he shouldn't just jump through the portal and go after Seraphina... He needed to save her...
But... no. He wouldn't do it. It would be suicide.
Emma notices his discouragement, the same discouragement he has had ever since everything happened... She has seen him smile only a few times since then, and she thinks most of those smiles were forced.
He's mentally and physically exhausted...
Emma thinks.
She is sitting in a chair, organizing some other books, as she does almost every day after training. She puts another one away and looks at Armand again. Then she sighs and looks toward the door to his dormitory, located in the corner of the room.
She raises an eyebrow as a small idea comes to mind.
Could I cheer him up a little with... something...?
She looks down at her own bust, one of the largest in the entire school, even compared to the female teachers.
Maybe I could...
She looks at Armand again.
What am I thinking?... No... no... It probably wouldn't help him at all. It would just make him even more confused. I mean, what's the point of having these if he doesn't even really see me as a woman?
she thinks as she slightly lifts her breasts, supported by an old, plain bra and covered by thick clothing with no cleavage. She may have one of the biggest busts in the school, but she was definitely not an exhibitionist like the other women around her, even if hiding her "great power" was quite difficult.
"Emma."
"IHK!"
She lets out an adorable scream, and her face immediately turns red.
"H-h-hi."
She looks at him, trembling, and realizes that he isn't even looking at her.
"It's already seven in the evening. You can go rest. I should've let you go a long time ago..."
"Uh?"
"You've been sighing a lot, like every two minutes. You're clearly tired. I don't want to overwork you."
"Oh... I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was sighing!"
"No... no... I'm the one who's been asking too much of you these past few days..."
He says, his discouragement almost contagious.
Once again, she looks toward the dormitory door and thinks.
Wait, I could use this as an opportunity.
"Hey... I really want to help you, Professor, so I'll stay here for as long as you need."
She says, looking at him with a smile.
"I just... need to take a shower. Would you mind if I used the bathroom in your dormitory?"
"Uh? Ah, no, go ahead. Don't worry about it."
"Thank you!"
She says with a cute smile, gracefully standing up and walking toward the dormitory door.
A few seconds pass, and the sound of running water begins coming from the dormitory. It doesn't take Armand's attention away. He looks at a shelf with a picture of himself and Seraphina. The two of them were young, very young, making silly faces—a carefree moment between two people who were normally extremely professional.
Armand swallows hard. A mixture of emotions washes over him: sadness, anger, hatred. Why? Why Seraphina?
He was beginning to realize that one of his greatest fears was losing her.
His hatred for Eliza began to grow. All the thoughts he had about trying to understand why she was doing all of this disappeared. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to make her suffer. He wanted to make her regret ever laying a finger on Seraphina.
Meanwhile, Emma steps out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. She opens her hand, and a bag sitting on Armand's bed opens, with several pieces of clothing coming out of it.
"Hmm... Which one?..."
She looks at a lace bra. She had bought it because she thought it was cute, but after a week, it had become too tight.
"Would he... think this is sexy? I mean, it would definitely get his attention."
She then looks at the pajamas she picked out beside it, simple and light.
"Or maybe no bra?"
she wonders.
It takes her a few seconds, but she makes up her mind. She simply puts on the outfit with nothing underneath and leaves the dormitory.
The pajamas are a light, low-cut tank top, something very unusual for her to wear in front of other people. But she couldn't let this opportunity pass her by.
She begins walking out of the dormitory.
"Hey, Armand, I was thinking... if I put a mattress next to your bed, I could help you until tomorrow and sleep here. You wouldn't mind, right?"
She says this in a cute tone, looking at Armand.
But as soon as their eyes meet, her spirits sink.
He is looking at the photograph, tears in his eyes.
What am I doing?
Emma asks herself.
The man I love is like this... in this situation... My rival, but also my friend, has been kidnapped... and I'm here? Trying to seduce Armand?!
The harsh truth hits her mind.
She realizes what a terrible person, terrible student, and terrible friend she is being right now.
She sighs to herself once again and completely changes her demeanor.
Armand finally looks at her. His eyes don't even pass over her breasts. Even if she still wanted to go through with her plan, it wouldn't have worked anyway...
It was no use...
Armand didn't see her the way she wanted him to.
"I really don't want to be a burden to you, Emma."
"Don't worry. I can see how hard you're working. I want to save Seraphina just as much as you do."
She says with a smile.
"We're in this together, okay?"
Armand gives a small smile. A weak smile, but a genuine one this time.
"I'm lucky to have you in my life, Emma... You're not just a student. You're a blessing in my life, a friend I have to thank for always being by my side."
Emma smiles. Even though being called a "friend" hurts, it is still more than she ever imagined she could be to Armand.
The two spend the next few hours studying spells until Emma eventually falls asleep. Armand, in turn, carries her to his bed and lets her sleep there.
Emma lies down on the pillow and immediately smells Armand's scent. Even while asleep, she smiles and hugs the pillow.
Armand, meanwhile, returns to the study room and continues studying the spells until exhaustion finally overtakes him and he collapses on top of the desk.
After recovering from the blow, Torne finally gets back on his feet and heads to the hotel.
He passes through the reception area and takes the elevator.
When he reaches his room, he sees a note in front of the door.
Come to my room as soon as you can, otherwise I'll flush your shitty testicle down the toilet. Signed, the current owner of your fragile little ball.
Torne rolls his eyes and opens the door to his room. He grabs some clean clothes and takes a shower.
It is the worst shower of his life.
As he washes himself, he can still feel Nyx's touch on his ball. She was rolling it around in her hand, gently squeezing it, almost as if she were playing with it...
And he knows that this is only the beginning.
As soon as he finishes his shower, he goes to her room, just as she asked.
He knocks three times.
"I'm comingggg!"
She says as she opens the door.
She is wearing her pajamas, and she looks sexy.
Very sexy.
Her breasts practically look like they're begging to escape through the deep neckline of her tank top.
"Come in, please."
She says in a polite tone, though clearly sarcastic.
"Don't mind the mess. I was preparing a few things, hehe... Anyway, you must be wondering why a beautiful, wonderful, hot girl called you to her room at this hour, right?"
Torne rolls his eyes.
"Well..."
She says as she throws herself into a chair.
"Thump."
His butt makes contact with the seat and...
"AAAGHAAAAAA!!!"
Torne falls to the floor and begins rolling from side to side.
"Ohhh... I'm sorry... I forgot she was there."
She says, pulling his testicle out from underneath her butt.
"Well... I called you because I'm feeling lonely, you know?"
Even through all the agony, his mind still manages to think, Yeah, right... sarcastically.
"I wanted to talk, you know... those late-night conversations... between good friends..."
She says while tossing his testicle into the air and catching it with her hand several times. He follows every throw with his eyes, praying she doesn't miss and drop his ball straight onto the floor.
"So... What should we talk about first?... Hmmm..."
Torne isn't even listening to what she's saying. His mind is consumed entirely by the agony of the pain and the testicle in her hand.
"I KNOW!"
She says, slamming the testicle onto the table and flattening it.
"AAAGHAAAA!!!"
"How about we talk about how pathetic men's balls are?"
"Ughn..."
Torne can do nothing but cry in agony on the floor.
"No... no... that's too obvious. The conversation would be over in two seconds..."
The night was going to be a long one...
Tristy is a hotel maid. She works every day on the island of Soulsquer.
Trocroco forces all the maids to wear classic black-and-white uniforms, but with a heart-shaped neckline around the bust. Trocroco sees every woman there as a piece of meat, but... he pays well, so... most of them put up with it in silence.
Well, there have already been some classic firings that became jokes among the hotel's maids.
The first was Sandra. Trocroco fired her, and she grabbed his balls and squeezed them with her bare fingernails. She wouldn't let go for anything. A security guard eventually had to knock her unconscious with magic to free Trocroco's balls.
Ever since then, whenever he is about to fire someone, he calls them into a room with security guards.
It didn't help much.
The male ego, you know...
He only hired men as security guards.
The result?
Katya, who was fired last year, kicked the security guard who escorted her to the room between the legs with her heel. She grabbed the other one by the shoulder and drove her knee into him. Legend has it that this man lost his testicles from that knee strike, but that's just something the maids say. They don't actually know whether it's true or not.
Then Katya grabbed Trocroco by the base of his scrotum and threatened to castrate him right there.
A major negotiation began.
It lasted a little over an hour.
In the end, she received three times what she would have earned working there for an entire year.
She walked toward a portal with Trocroco's balls in her hand. As soon as she received the money, she gave them one last hard squeeze and quickly let go, stepping through the portal.
No one knows what became of her.
Recently, the firings haven't produced any more stories, since Trocroco finally started hiring female security guards.
Tristy is walking down the hallway with the room-service cart.
Eliza's stay caught them by surprise, so there were several things that needed to be taken care of in her room, and Tristy had been sent to handle them.
She reaches Eliza's door and prepares to knock when she hears something coming from inside.
"NO, ELIZA, PLEASE, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
"Ohhh, come on, Gerald... You only popped them... what, four times?... Let's go... Now I'm going to test this other spell. It looks promising!"
"AAAAGAAHAAAAAAAIIII!!!!"
Tristy pulls her hand back.
"Better... come back later."
She giggles to herself.
She then goes to Torne's room and knocks on the door.
Nothing.
No one answers.
"Huh? Okay... I guess I'll come back later too."
Then she goes to Nyx's room.
Knock knock knock.
"Room service!"
"Oh! Look at that!"
Nyx says.
"Want to play a game???"
Nyx makes a gesture with her hand, and Torne suddenly hears her voice inside his own mind, without her even opening her mouth.
"Answer the door. You're going to do exactly what I tell you. Otherwise..."
Torne looks terrified.
"Go!"
He gets up with difficulty and opens the door.
"Good evening! I'm Tristy, from room service!"
"Good evening."
Torne replies with great difficulty.
Holy shit... Look at that cleavage! Her breasts are so firm, they look fucking gorgeous in that uniform!
The voice in his head says.
"Torne... Look at her cleavage."
Nyx's voice echoes inside his head as he feels a slight squeeze on his testicle.
Torne's eyes immediately drop to Tristy's cleavage.
"Sir... excuse me?"
"Tell her she has beautiful breasts."
"Y-you have beautiful breasts."
"Sir, please. Disrespect toward the staff will not be tolerated."
"Keep staring and ask if you can touch them."
Torne does nothing.
"Torne..."
The voice sounds again, followed by another slight squeeze.
"Ughh... Shit... I... Can I touch them?"
He says as his hand begins moving upward.
"Sir?! What the fuck?!"
Tristy grabs his hand, pulls one leg back, and kicks him between the legs.
"Ohh!"
Nyx says, laughing from inside the room.
"Uh..."
That's all that comes out of Torne's mouth.
BAM.
Tristy slams the door in his face.
He just stands there, frozen, staring at her.
"Do you think she ruptured the dangling thing?"
Nyx asks cheerfully.
"Well, let's wait a little before continuing, just to make sure that if something broke, it has time to regenerate, okay?"
She laughs as Torne finally collapses to the floor, groaning.
"My balls... my balls..."