My Milf System-Chapter 339. The Plea
The Behemoth of Terror let out a confused roar, its massive head swinging wildly as the Shadowlings shadow-stepped from one point to another in front of it.
"Sylvester! Anchor it!" Stellani commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"On it," Sylvester adjusted his glasses. Without looking up from his tome, he muttered a command under his breath. His shadow stretched across the pavement, splitting into dozens of thick, dark chains. "Shadow Bind: Grave Weight."
The chains lashed out, wrapping around the Behemoth’s trunk-like legs. The monster roared, straining to lift its feet, but it was as if gravity itself had increased ten-fold. It was pinned.
"Stara, Silla—clear the way to its weakness!" Stellani yelled.
The two sisters giggled as they dove into the shadows. They reappeared directly beneath the monster’s massive underbelly, grabbing the beast’s heavy tail and shoving it aside to expose the "target."
"Target locked," Silla chirped. "It’s... wow, it’s actually huge. This is going to be gross."
"Don’t be a prude, Silla," Stara laughed.
Stellani shadow-stepped behind the monster, her hand reaching out to touch its massive, soft testicles.
"You had the misfortune of being born with a weakness that happens to be my kind of specialty," she hissed, her eyes glowing with a predatory light. "And I have the misfortune of being very, very mean."
With a calm breath, she muttered: "Shadow Art: Abyssal Torsion."
A sickening crunch-squelch echoed through the plaza. The Behemoth’s eyes nearly popped out of its skull. Its roar died in its throat, replaced by a high-pitched, pathetic whimper like a deflating balloon.
The blood and contents within it’s balls felt as if they were turning to liquid fire—a pain far beyond anything a human could imagine.
It tried to thrash, desperate to flee these dangerous girls, but Sylvester’s shadow bind wouldn’t let it budge an inch.
Suddenly, it’s testicles began to swell, bloating to the point that they touched both of the creature’s thighs. Stellani didn’t let go, keeping the skill active as the pressure reached its limit.
Silla and Stara winced, closing their eyes and looking away.
Then, all of a sudden... POP!!
The spheres burst like a balloon, splashing the girls in a spray of blood and gore. The beast let out one final, agonized shriek before the massive creature—which had just been melting buildings—collapsed onto its front knees, its entire body trembling in shock.
"Oh... oh goddess, that looks painful," Sylvester whispered, instinctively shielding his own crotch. "This is exactly why I feel uneasy whenever Stellani touches me."
The Abyssal Torsion skill was her specialty; no matter the size or strength of the target, if she touched them, she could be able to burst their balls.
It was a gift she’d received upon becoming a Shadowling.
Silla and Stara let go of the tail, looking at their blood-soaked clothes. "Gosh... now we smell like a monster’s... ew, gross."
Stellani stepped back, dusting off her hands as if she’d just finished a minor chore. "Sylvester, finish the scan. Is it dead?"
"Not yet," Sylvester said, pushing his glasses up. "But its heart rate is 400 BPM. It’s experiencing the worst pain known to biological life. It’ll die of shock in about ten seconds."
Nearby, three knights—one male and two females—stumbled out from their hiding spots, their knees shaking.
"Perfect." Stellani looked at them, meeting their gazes of pure horror with a sweet, feline wink. "See? Black cats aren’t all bad luck. Sometimes, we’re just the nightmare you didn’t know you needed."
"Commander... the Behemoth has fallen, but the smaller beasts are still causing havoc," Sylvester reported. "I suggest we hunt them down."
Stellani squinted. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Commander?" She rubbed her temples with a sigh. "But you’re right... Let’s kill the rest! Shadowlings, move out!"
The group dispersed, targeting monsters in every direction. To the Shadowlings, these lesser beasts were weak compared to the Behemoth they had just humiliated. To the remaining citizens of Felmora, the girls were knights in shining armor, rescuing survivors and fighting alongside the city guards.
While the others fought, Stellani decided to trace the source. If she destroyed the origin of the monsters, the war would be over.
***
Meanwhile, at the center of the kingdom, the hooded Revolutionaries stared in shock.
"What? The Behemoth has fallen??"
"Not only that. I sense the other monsters dying fast," another responded.
"Who could be doing this? There are no S-rank hunters noted in this kingdom!"
The leader of the group shrugged, his voice darkening. "The ’how’ doesn’t matter. Let’s release the real power... turn this kingdom to rubble, even if it takes every last drop of our mana."
Failing the mission was not an option. Facing the wrath of Number One was a fate far worse than mana exhaustion.
So, they poured everything into their summoning circle.
Four new Behemoths of Terror emerged, followed by massive wolves with razor-sharp jaws.
Then came the true horror: puppets made from the bodies of deceased black cat-folk, imbued with the powers they possessed in life.
Against this new wave, even the Shadowlings were overwhelmed.
The battle dragged on, and exhaustion set in all of them, their mana pools now very low.
Stellani’s Abyssal Torsion was also a massive mana drain; she could only use it three times at most.
Now, two unharmed Behemoths stood before her, the city was overrun, and the last of the Royal Knights had also fallen.
"Give up!" one of the Revolutionaries shouted at Stellani.
She had managed to get close to them, but the monsters kept her at bay. With her mana depleted, she couldn’t even manage a simple Shadow Step.
She clenched her fists, her fingers trembling. ’I have failed as a guardian... these monsters will take the kingdom, and eventually, they will reach my Queen’s palace.’
The pride of a Shadowling burned, but the reality was cold. "This is an impossible battle," she whispered. "I have to tell the Queen."
She sent the telepathic plea. Within seconds, just as a wolf monster lunged to devour her, the air grew heavy.
Tama arrived through her shadow teleportation.
Despite her small, doll-like stature, she carried an aura that suppressed everything around her. Her Shadow Crown hovered over her head as she took in the devastation: the bodies of her kin used as puppets, the burning buildings, the air smelling of burnt catfolks fur and her exhausted subordinates.
"I’m sorry for the disturbance, my Queen, but we need you," Stellani said, bowing low. "These gentlemen—"
Tama raised a hand, silencing her.
She didn’t need an explanation.
Her eyes fell on the puppets first—the desecrated remains of her people—before lifting slowly to the revolutionaries. The look she gave them carried a quiet, murderous promise.
The temperature across the plaza seemed to plunge toward sub-zero as something cold and furious stirred within her.
"Another black cat, huh?" the enemy leader scoffed. "I swear there’s no end to you abominations. But now it’s your turn to die."
He thrust his hand forward.
At once, the lesser beasts surged ahead, while the two towering behemoths lumbered forward behind them.
Tama’s fingers curled.
Claws slid out.
"You dare underestimate me?"
Even the monsters hesitated, low whines escaping their throats as a primal chill crawled down their spines.
And then—
Tama moved.....
TBC.
