Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

WHAT?

Brandon and Yverine's eyes widened in shock and both of them turned to look at their master.

Yverine's lips parted slightly in astonishment and her brows lifted as the full weight of Elize's words sank in.

"…You're joking," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the crackle of broken rubble settling in the distance.

Brandon stared at Naevora, "You… became an Empyrean?"

Naevora didn't say anything at first.

She looked at her two disciples with that same lazy, calm look she always wore.

Then her lips curled into a dry, tired smile. "In the fight earlier. I burned my core. I pushed through all my thresholds. Used runes in combinations I've never dared before. Even forcefully altered my spear's phase output mid-combat."

She paused, then gave a soft sigh. "Honestly, I didn't even notice at first. It was only after the battle, when I tried to suppress my ether output again... and couldn't."

Golden ether danced faintly at her fingertips as if responding to her breath.

"I broke through. I'm now an Empyrean."

Elize crossed her arms looking at Naevora "It's rare. But not impossible."

Yverine blinked again, then laughed breathlessly "That's insane… You just ascended to one of the highest known ranks in the world by protecting your disciple. That might be the most Naevora thing ever."

Naevora scratched the back of her neck with a sheepish grin "Honestly, I was more pissed than anything. Watching Lingsha toss you two around like toys… it just lit something inside me."

Brandon smiled faintly, but his hands clenched slightly, "You risked your life for me and shattered your body…"

Naevora reached forward and flicked his forehead again, but more gently this time.

"I did it because you're mine. You're my disciple. No one touches what's mine."

Yverine stepped closer, "So what now? Does the government know yet? They lost one Empyrean… and now a new one's been born outside their control."

Elize gave a light chuckle and looked at the cracked skies above.

"Oh, they'll know soon enough."

Naevora scoffed under her breath "Let them come. I haven't had a proper rematch with anyone in a long time."

Brandon took a step forward and said softly, "Thank you for not dying, Master."

Naevora gave him a wry grin, "I wouldn't dare. Not before I see just how far you can go, Brandon."

Elize exhaled deeply and turned toward the dungeon's darkened horizon.

"Come on. Let's go home. You've earned a week of rest."

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*swoosh* Brandon, Elize, Yverine and Naevora stepped into the bedroom through the crack in space.

Brandon looked around and instantly recognized the room "i didn't know you could teleport, Aunt Elize."

Elize winked her eyes "Darling, there's a lot you don't know about me. I'll show you more tricks later."

She reached up and pinched his cheek gently before stepping away "For now, the three of you go freshen up."

"I'll whip something up in the kitchen," Elize added over her shoulder as she disappeared down the hallway, her soft humming trailing behind her.

Brandon looked at both of them and smiled "Yeah, first let's freshen up... Naevora you can use the restroom in this room."

"And Sister Yve can use the one in the other room...."

His words trailed as he remembered there are three rooms in the house but only two bathrooms for showering.

The math wasn't in his favor.

Fuck.

"Wait…" He frowned. "Damn, that's right. There's only two."

He gave a sheepish smile "Guess I'll wait until one of you finishes."

Naevora narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing his awkwardness "Only two?"

Brandonly dryly muttered "I wasn't exactly planning to host a post-Empyrean battle recovery party,"

Yverine looked him up and down and his torn cloth hung in tatters, bruises still painting his skin.

Dried blood was still clinging to his jawline and his hair was a dusty mess.

Then she glanced at her own appearance, and most of her clothes were ripped, exposing her breasts, nipples, and shoulders.

She hesitated, but after a moment of silence, she stepped forward.

"Then… you can shower with me," she said softly.

Brandon blinked in surprise "W-What?"

Yverine turned her face away quickly, not looking at him "I mean… you've already seen most of me today," she muttered.

"There's not much point in being shy now."

Naevora raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Brandon's gaze flicked toward Yverine, to the torn sleeve that revealed her bare shoulder, and further down where her outfit had ripped, exposing the swell of her breast, though she'd been clutching it with one hand all this time.

His ears turned a bit red "I mean… only if you're okay with it."

Yverine grunted, avoiding his gaze, but nodded "You'll probably collapse again if you don't get cleaned up soon anyway."

Naevora let out a quiet cough, folding her arms. "Well then, I'll go ahead and take this room."

Brandon turned to her and smiled "Mhm."

Then she disappeared into the en suite bathroom, closing the door behind her with a gentle thud.

Silence hung between Brandon and Yverine for a few seconds.

"…I'll grab some towels," he muttered.

---

Both Yverine and Brandon stepped into the bedroom and Brandon gestured toward the bathroom door at the far end of the room, "It's through there,"

Yverine nodded silently and both of them entered the bathroom.

Brandon closed the door behind them and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Yverine turned toward the sink, catching her reflection in the small mirror above it.

She grimaced at the sight of herself... bruised, dirty, and exposed.

Her fingers tightened around the torn fabric of her top, and she let out a quiet sigh.

Brandon glanced at her and spoke "I'll let you go first if you want,"

Yverine shook her head, "No. We're both a mess. Let's just… get this over with."

She reached for the hem of her tattered top and, after a brief pause, pulled it over her head.

The fabric fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, revealing the full extent of her body with bruises blooming across her ribs and scratches marking her arms.

She hesitated for a moment before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear.

With a quick motion, she slid them down, letting them pool at her feet.

Brandon's breath caught in his throat, his eyes instinctively following the curve of her spine to her round ass cheeks as she turned and stepped into the shower.

The glass door slid open and Yverine disappeared behind the frosted pane.

The sound of water hissed as she turned the knob.

Brandon stood frozen for a moment and he glanced down at his own clothes that were barely holding together.

With a quiet exhale, he stripped off his shirt, wincing as the movement tugged at a bruise on his side.

His pants followed, leaving him in just his underwear.

He grabbed a towel from the stool and wrapped it tightly around his waist before removing the underwear.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over the shower door handle, before finally pulling it open and stepping inside.