Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 108: D- rank floor [2]

A cluster of jagged rocks jutted out from the floor near a trickling underground stream.

Brandon was sitting on top of a rock, exhaling heavily.

His jacket was torn at the shoulder and a burn mark was still faintly visible on his arm.

He rotated his wrist, still sore from his wild dodges and dagger strikes.

Naevora sat beside him, perched on a lower rock with one leg casually crossed over the other.

Looking at him, she smiled before speaking "Now, let’s see how much you remember about the disc technique. I showed you that day..."

Brandon blinked and groaned lightly "You sure this is the time? I just fought some D-ranks, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a cracked rib."

Naevora just shrugged "That’s why now is the time. Exhausted bodies don’t lie. If you can manage ether control like this, you’ll be even better when you’re rested."

He exhaled slowly, reluctantly holding up his palm. "Fine. I’ll give it a shot."

Naevora reached over and gently tapped his wrist "Focus on the flow. Imagine the ether curling inward like threads of silk... tight, centered, and stable."

Brandon nodded, closed his eyes, and tried to picture the flow.

His ether stirred at his fingertips gently.

Then he focused, visualizing the threads tightening into a single disc beneath his palm.

For a moment, the air shimmered faintly.

A disk of faint blue light flickered... but then it exploded with a loud pop, spraying sparks in all directions.

Brandon yelped and drew his hand back as the unstable ether dispersed, flickering violently before vanishing.

Naevora didn’t flinch, "Yup. That’s the explosion I warned you about."

Brandon groaned and shook his hand. "Feels like I jammed my finger in an electric socket..."

She chuckled, leaning closer to examine his palm. "No burns. That’s a good sign. You’re at least managing the ether itself... your problem is balance."

"Balance?"

"You’re forcing it too hard. You’re used to channeling it for raw power. But mobility ether is... delicate. It’s more about harmony than strength."

Brandon sighed and stared down at his hand. "Hmm."

Naevora didn’t say anything for a moment.

Instead, she stood and summoned a small, stable blue disc just above the ground and stepped onto it without hesitation.

"I didn’t learn this overnight either," she said, gliding up slightly.

"It took months before I could make even a single step without falling on my ass. You’ll learn. Especially if I’m the one training you."

She floated gently back down and gestured for him to try again.

Brandon raised his hand again and he let the ether build slowly.

It shimmered faintly again, beginning to condense into a small circle of glowing blue.

It was unstable and the edges wavered as the center rippled like disturbed water.

Then it collapsed inward with a quiet fizz and vanished.

He let out a sigh and hung his head. "Better than exploding, I guess."

Naevora crouched down beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Much better. You’ll get there. We’ll work on it little by little."

Brandon nodded and stretched his arm slightly "Haa... I am tired now."

Naevora stepped back and looked at the numerous bruises that marred his arms, the faint scorch on his side, and the scratch marks across his jacket.

"Let’s leave then."

She extended her hand and he took her hand as she gently pulled him up for him to stand.

As he stood, his muscles tensed and his back gave a faint pop.

Standing up, he bent back and stretched his spine "Maybe, the next time we come here, we should bring some snacks and drinks."

-_- Naevora looked at him blankly "This is not a field trip. This is a dangerous dungeon."

He just shrugged "Yeah, yeah. But still, it wouldn’t hurt to bring something. Maybe some chocolate bars. Electrolyte drinks. Hell, even jerky."

Hearing this, she shook her head helplessly. "Move your legs, lets leave..."

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Steam curled in the quiet bathroom.

Sitting on the stool, a soft sigh escaped Brandon’s lips as he looked at Ravene who was kneeling beside him naked.

He has dirt, some bruises, and a few shallow scratches all over his body.

His dark hair clung damply to his forehead, and his eyes, heavy with exhaustion, softened with a quiet longing as they settled on Ravene.

She had her hair tucked in a messy bun and her full breasts swayed as she moved, her skin flushing red from the heat.

In her hand, she had a damp cloth dripping warm water into a small basin at her side and a bar of soap nearby.

"Hold still, dear."

She dipped the cloth into the basin and leaned closer as she pressed the cloth to a bruise on his side.

The touch was cool at first, then soothing, and Brandon let out a quiet sigh, his muscles easing under her care.

Her fingers moved gently, tracing the edges of the mark.

"Another rough day in dungeon..."

He smiled and looked at her delicious body and her curves glowing under the soft light.

She raised her gaze and noticed the lust swirling in his eyes looking at her body.

Her gaze flickered to his dick and saw it twitching "Hold your horses, Kael. Don’t jump on me right now. I need to clean you first."

As she spoke, she pinched the tip of his dick, making him sigh in pleasure.

His hand slid up her arm as his fingers grazed the curve of her shoulder, and he pulled her closer, the stool creaking faintly as he turned to face her.

Brandon leaned forward and took her lips in a soft kiss.

She sighed into him, her free hand resting on his chest and the cloth paused its work, forgotten for a moment as she melted into the kiss, her body leaning closer until her breasts pressed softly against his side.

Brandon’s hand drifted lower, cupping one breast gently, his thumb brushing over the curve.

She squeezed his breast, feeling the weight of her flesh in his palm, and he kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the way she arched into his touch.

"Bran..." she murmured, pulling back just enough to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed.

She dipped the cloth back into the basin, the water sloshing softly, and resumed her task, wiping a smudge of dirt from his chest with careful strokes.

He smiled and let his hand slid down, fingers tracing the curve of her hip, then lower, teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs before it found her pussy.

As his fingers brushed her clit, she closed her eyes and let out a pleased hum "Hm.... Kael."

She looked down at his dick and raised her hand to gently hold his dick before giving it a slight squeeze.

"Haa..." He groaned slightly and she gave him faint strokes, her delicate fingers playing with his dick.

Ravene washed the dirt from his hands as the cloth glided over his knuckles, and he kissed her collarbone, his lips tracing a path to the hollow of her throat.

Her thumb circled the tip of his cock as she continued giving him a handjob.

The water in the basin began to grew cooler and Ravene pulled back the towel to look at his body which was perfectly clean now.

With that, she gently lay back on the cool floor of the bathroom and spread her legs widely in an M shape, showing him her pussy.

She spread her pussy with her fingers, showing him her inner pink walls "No, jump on me.. don’t hesitate."

Looking at the desperation in her eyes, Brandon hurriedly got down from the stool and kneeled in front of her.

He placed one hand on the floor as he positioned his cock into her entrance, before slowly pushing his dick in.

Feeling his hard dick filling her in, Ravene closed her eyes in pleasure "Yes, darling..." she whispered and her hands reached up to grip his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as she pulled him closer.

Brandon let out a soft grunt as her pussy walls clenched his dick, squeezing him tightly "Aunt Rave..."