Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 63: Classes? Fuck them

"Hm..."

Sitting on the wooden bench in Arena six, Naevora mused under her breath as she looked at Brandon, who was comfortably lying on her lap.

"The Holy Church of Rheanne..."

Brandon shifted slightly, finding an even more comfortable position as he rested his head against the soft warmth of her thighs.

"Stop squirming, brat..."

She seemed lost in thought as her fingers absentmindedly ran through his hair.

Her gaze narrowed slightly "Since you are the only man in recorded history to use Ether, it is normal for them to approach you."

"They have a different kind of authority. One that doesn’t rely on politics or law... but belief."

"After Government, they have the biggest authority in this planet."

"And now they want to baptize you?"

Looking at her, Brandon nodded his head "Yeah, she said, it is compulsory for me. Did you baptize there, Naevora?"

Naevora tilted her head slightly "Nope, I don’t believe in their religion of this Goddess Rheanne Himelle."

"The Church of Rhéanne has been the strongest religious institution for centuries. Their doctrine claims Ether is a ’divine gift’ bestowed upon those worthy women."

Her expression darkened slightly "And now, you show up, breaking all their established beliefs that Ether is gifted for women."

"They must be pretty angry eh."

"If they’re already trying to ’sanctify’ you, that means they’ve made their decision. They will involve you in their affairs, one way or another."

Brandon facepalmed himself "I really don’t want to get involved in this mess. I just want to live a normal life."

With a sigh, Naevora spoke in a serious tone "Forget about normal life, Brandon..."

"You are not normal like others; you are a Deviant. So powerful people will constantly try to invade your life..."

Naevora’s eyes gleamed as she leaned down slightly, her face hovering just above his "Stop overthinking about this and the best course of action is to get along with these things."

"You can’t fight against those powerful people."

"For now, focus on getting stronger and create a strong foothold."

"As long as you are weak, people will always try to control you... so train harder, so you can stand against those people and live your life the way you want."

"If the Church does decide to make a move, you don’t want to be in a position where you’re forced to comply."

"Power talks, kid."

She closed her eyes for a moment "What I said may sound cringe to you... but it is the truth."

Brandon nodded his head faintly, contemplating the things she just said.

Looking at him, she asked "So when is the baptism?"

"A week from now on."

Hearing this, she narrowed her gaze slightly "Then Brandon, tomorrow we can go to a low level dungeon to train you. What do you say?"

He was surprised for a moment before asking "Is it your own Dungeon?"

With a proud smile, she replied, "Of course, it’s a dungeon I conquered when I was a student."

"Oh..." Brandon mused under his breath and nodded his head.

"Alright, we can go."

She smiled and grabbed his head before taking it from her lap "Now, then... you can go back to your class."

With that, she stood up and turned to look at him "By the way, do you like any weapons?"

Brandon pulled himself up and sat on the seat before replying, "Yeah... maybe daggers. It felt easy to use."

"Alright."

She turned her back and walked to the exit of the Arena.

Brandon sat there for a few moments, and at this time, his mobile vibrated, and he reached out for his pocket.

Hm? Looking at the message, he smiled and stood up "Seems like she will be here today."

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The midday sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the sprawling Academy grounds.

Students moved around, rushing between buildings, chatting, and preparing for the next set of lessons.

Brandon, however, had no such motivation.

He exhaled heavily as he walked along one of the quieter pathways.

The weight of expectations, responsibilities, and his ever-growing entanglement with forces far beyond his control pressed down on him.

Classes? Right now, he could care less.

With a sigh, he pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his contacts before dialing a number.

Three rings in, and the call was picked up.

"Woonie?"

A small smile played on Brandon’s lips at the familiar voice "Dhayun, where are you right now?"

"Hm? I’m about to go to class. Why?"

Brandon smiled "Fuck the classes. Come to the space near the 2nd-year Ascendant Class."

Han Dhayun was dumbfounded, but she complied nonetheless. "Fine, okay."

Brandon ended the call, stuffing his phone back into his pocket as he leaned against a pillar, waiting.

A few minutes later, he heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"Woonie!"

Brandon turned his head just in time to see Han Dhayun walking toward him with a big grin on her face.

Just as he was about to greet her—

Thwack!

Dhanyun pulled back her hand and punched right in his gut.

"Urgh—!"

Brandon winced and staggered back as he clutched his abdomen, rubbing the sore spot "You damn bitch—"

Han Dhayun just chuckled seeing him like this.

He let out an exaggerated groan and stood up straight "You seriously need to find another way to express your affection, you violent woman."

She just shrugged "Never mind that. So? Why are we here?"

Brandon wrapped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her in close "Come on, let’s bunk class."

Han Dhayun raised an eyebrow. "Not feeling like attending classes?"

"Yup."

She sighed and shook her head helplessly "Don’t tell me you’re just being lazy."

Brandon let out a soft sigh "Just... not in the mood for lectures."

Han Dhayun looked at his expression.

Normally, Brandon had an easygoing, cocky demeanor, but right now, there was something different in his eyes.

Something weary...

Instead of prying about it, she simply nudged him with her elbow "Fine, but you better not drag me down with you if a professor catches us."

"Yeah, yeah..."

Eventually, they reached a secluded part of the campus... a peaceful space surrounded by tall trees.

A particularly large tree stood proudly in the center, its thick branches casting ample shade over a single wooden bench beneath it.

With a content sigh, Brandon sat down on the bench and, without hesitation, pulled Han Dhayun down beside him.

As soon as she settled, she leaned onto him, resting her head against his shoulder.

Brandon sighed in his heart, tilting his head back against the bench.

The rustling of leaves and distant chatter of students formed a soft, ambient background noise.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Han Dhayun let out a quiet sigh, absently tracing circles on the wooden surface of the bench with her finger "What happened, idiot? you seem quite different today."

Brandon glanced at her from the corner of his eye "Oh?"

She nodded. "You’re still annoying as ever, but there’s something else..."

His gaze lowered "...It’s complicated."

Han Dhayun didn’t push further and simply waited for him to speak.

After a few moments, he finally spoke.

"You ever feel like you’re being pulled into something way bigger than yourself? Like, no matter what you do, you’re getting dragged along, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it?"

Han Dhayun slowly sat up, tilting her head "...You mean, like fate?"

"I don’t know if it’s fate or just bad luck, but ever since I awakened, my life has been getting more chaotic by the day."

Han Dhayun’s eyes condensed "...Because you’re the only male Ether user?"

He gave a nod "Yeah. And because of that, everyone has an interest in me. The Church. The government. The Academy. Even people I don’t know yet."

She was silent for a moment before she murmured, "Must be exhausting."

Brandon chuckled dryly "Yeah..."

Han Dhayun turned her body slightly, facing him. "You know if things ever get too overwhelming... you can talk to me." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Brandon blinked in surprise, caught off guard by her sincerity.

"...Thanks, Dhayun."

She raised her hand, gently caressing his cheek and he closed his eyes feeling the warmth of her palm on his skin.

Looking at him, her eyes softened in tenderness "Want to sleep on my lap?"

He opened one of his eyes "No, can I squeeze your breasts?"

She gave him a blank stare "Shall I punch you?"

"No."

With a sigh, she retracted her hand and rolled up her skirt showing her ample thighs with smooth skin "Come and lay here; maybe this will quench your pervert desires."

Brandon smiled and, without hesitation, laid his hand on her squishy thighs.

The moment his cheek made contact, a pleased hum rumbled from his throat.

"Damn, Dhayun..." he muttered. "Your thighs are so soft. Are you even human?"

The warmth of her thighs, the way they cushioned his head so perfectly... it was bliss.

He turned his head slightly and caught sight of her underwear.

"...Oh."

The moment Dhayun saw where his eyes had wandered, her face turned bright red.

Before Brandon could make another sound, she grabbed the rolled-up cloth of her skirt and slammed it down over his face, effectively cutting off his view.

"Idiot! Don’t look there!"

"Mmph- O-Okay..."

With a huff, she pressed his face deeper into her thighs, using the fabric as leverage "You pervert, if you say one more word, I’ll suffocate you here and now."

Brandon closed his eyes and thought for a second "Haa, worth it..."