I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess-Chapter 222: Manhood?

Lillian snorted and responded with, "They're blatant because..."

Before she could finish her sentence—

SWISH!

—She watched as something blurred towards her in the corner of her eyes.

Dissipating her sword, she leaned back, dodging a swift strike from Cicillian.

The white-haired man clicked his tongue.

He adjusted his hold on his sword, pointing the tip and aiming his blade down.

Lillian, whose back was parallel and inches from the ground, twisted her body around.

With a strong spin, she lashed out her right fist towards his right cheek—

Bam...!

—Landing a decisive blow that caused him to stumble to the side.

Cicillian growled, steadying his balance before turning back again.

He leaned back and unleashed a stab with his sword, whose blade was around 28 inches long.

Thud...

Lillian landed on the ground with a soft thud, rolling to the side.

Psht...!

Cicillian's crimson blade stabbed into the ground, missing.

Frustrated, he raised it against and followed after her, continuously stabbing at her location.

Psht. Psht. Psht.

During his fit of frustration, he began to sweat slightly.

His wound was taking a toll on him and his mind.

The interval between his stabs slowed.

Lillian noticed this.

Amidst her roll, she bent her left knee. Once Cicillian had reached a certain close distance from her, she kicked her leg out.

Bam...!

The heel of her shoe shot out and dug in between his crotch, crushing it.

This action of hers caused Cicillian to pause mid-stab, his eyes widening and popping out.

As he was left paused, Lillian went from a roll into a crouch.

Slowly getting up from her knees, she watched as the young man slowly turned his gaze down to his crotch.

His back began to hunch over slightly, little but surely.

Soon enough, he raised his free hand around the area Lillian kicked, almost like it was out of instinct.

His body then swayed side-to-side, his expression into one of uncomfort.

Lillian watched this spectacle and couldn't help but point and laugh as he hopped around in a circle.

"Hahahaha! How's your manhood?"

Lillian bent over, wrapping her stomach with her arms as she continued to laugh.

She then added:

"Does it hurt? Are you still proud to be a sexist or what?"

After hopping around and turning to her, Cicillian growled as he continued to clutch his area.

"Why you...! Don't think because you have such a pretty face that I'm not afraid of damaging it!"

Lillian's laughter stopped. Her face then morphed into one of confusion.

Looking at him with a deadpan expression, she said:

"As if you could..."

She straightened her back and flicked her hair to the side, chuckling.

"But thank you for the compliment. I'm very much pretty, I'm aware."

Summoning back her fluid sword, she bent over.

"Anyway! I'm going to have to hurry this up. I have some classmates that are too afraid of me being gone for too long."

With a kick of her right leg, she dashed towards him.

Cicillian, startled, gripped his sword and fixed his stance.

However, he felt his mind swirl and his focus overcome with vertigo.

He felt like he had encountered a dangerous variety of motion sickness.

He also felt like he was leaking something.

That was when he noticed he was bleeding.

Lillian's attack on his manhood had caused his focus to become ripped away from supporting the wound on his side.

His white-knuckled grip tightened on his sword even harder. His left hand shot towards his hair and slicked it back.

He was panicking a little.

Lillian's sword flashed before his eyes. In a desperate attempt to protect himself, he slashed at it, attempting to slice through it like before.

However, instead—

SWISH!

—His blade rebounded off it like it had encountered highly durable and flexible steel.

His eyes widened in shock.

How could this be?

How could a substance as thick as blood lose to a much lesser density?

SWIP!

Then, everything became dark.

A sharp pain stretched over his eyes.

Lillian had slashed through them.

He was blind.

Gripping his sword, he swung it without any sort of style or fashion.

Swoosh! SWISH! Swoosh!

Eventually, he felt his control over his arm was lost as well.

Lillian had slashed through it.

He had been disarmed.

And without a delay after that, he felt his control over his body become lost—something seamlessly passing through his neck.

He then heard a robotic voice whisper into his ears.

[You have been eliminated. Commencing respawn at a randomised location.]

Thud...! Thud...

Two separate thuds then rang out.

Each came from his body and severed head, respectively.

Following that was his killer's voice, who was just staring down at his digitising corpse with a smile.

"You know... At least you stuck to your own rules instead of cheating. Always nice to see that."

After his body had finally disappeared, she added:

"If you hadn't done that, it would've been a whole different story, probably..."

***

[Back at the Colosseum Stands]

"Ooo~! That was pretty cool!" Millis yelled before muttering and leaning over to the Assassin beside her:

"Dontcha think, Red-eyes?"

Turning to Marionette, she found the woman holding up her phone in a landscape orientation with a recording app open.

Despite her stoic and expressionless face, Millis was able to tell with her "Supernatural talent in perception" that the woman's eyes seemed to be... Shining?

Millis sighed, turning around and shaking her head with a smile, "Such love..."

She then wiped the imaginary tear in the corner of her eye, "It brings a tear to my eyes..."

***

Charlotte continued to wait for Lillian alongside Norman as they sat on the corpse of a medium-sized monster.

It had a brownish fur that had a woody texture, four legs, wolf-like ears and snout... It was just a wolf that seemed to have adapted to blending in with the trees.

Unfortunately for it and fortunately for them, they were able to take it down with minimal ease.

As evidenced by a metal pike sticking out from its skull.

Charlotte rhythmically tapped her cheek with her index finger in an impatient manner.

"When will she be back...?"