Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

*thud* Brandon let out a quiet grunt as he rolled across the floor.

Using the momentum from his roll, he planted his palms firmly on the ground and pushed himself up, landing smoothly on his feet before shifting into a fighting stance.

”Haa.. Haa...” His breath came in heavy bursts as sweat dripped down his forehead and trailed along his bare torso.

Naevora stood a few feet away and a small, satisfied smile curled at her lips as she placed her hands on her hips.

”Good... surprised you can still stand.”

Brandon huffed, brushing his damp hair back as he wiped the sweat off his brow. ”Thanks for the concern.”

Naevora rolled her shoulders, and the motion caused the muscles in her arms to flex subtly ”Tch, don’t act like I went all out on you. You wouldn’t even be standing if I did.”

Brandon sighed, shaking his head.

As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew she was right.

This was her just playing around, and yet, his body was already covered in bruises...

His skin is reddened from enduring the constant barrage of her strikes.

Before he could say anything, she stretched her arms above her head, ”Take rest for now.”

Without another word, he walked over to the wooden bench situated against the wall of the training arena.

The moment he sat down, a tired exhale escaped his lips as he leaned back and rested his head against the cool surface of the wall.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment and his chest rose and fell as his overheated skin tingled from the rush of blood.

Just as he was about to drift into his thoughts, a sudden cold sensation pressed against his cheek.

”Shhh...!” Brandon hissed through his teeth and his entire body jolted.

He opened his eyes and looked at Naevora, who is holding a chilled can against his face with a smile.

”Here you go...”

Brandon shot her an annoyed glare, though he still took the drink from her hand.

She cracked open her own drink and casually took a seat beside him.

She threw one leg over the other, leaning back comfortably as she brought the can to her lips and took a long sip.

Brandon sighed, shaking his head as he opened his own can and took a refreshing gulp.

The cool liquid slid down his throat, instantly soothing the heat within him.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Brandon’s gaze drifting toward Naevora.

Unlike him, who was still visibly exhausted, she does not even have a drop of sweat on her body.

With a teasing glint in his eyes, he leaned down, resting his head on her thighs.

The cool sensation of the drink in his hand helped soothe the lingering heat on his skin, but the real comfort came from where he lay.

Naevora’s toned thighs made for an ideal resting spot.

He looked up at her and continued sipping his drink lazily.

She glanced down at him blankly ”Get up brat; you are all sweaty.”

However, he shook his head and shifted slightly to settle in more comfortably ”You are the one who made me sweaty, so bear the consequences.”

Her eyes twitched in annoyance and much to Brandon’s surprise, she didn’t push him away.

Instead, she simply sighed and chose to ignore his antics as she continued drinking.

As they continued to drink, Brandon looked at her face and admired how beautiful she truly was.

She, ofcourse noticed his gaze ”Are you ogling at me again?”

”No, just admiring how beautiful my Master is.”

Hearing this, Naevora raised an eyebrow in surprise ”Hm? Are you really going to call me Master? I didn’t expect a cheeky brat like you to call me Master.”

Hm? Brandon took another sip of the drink and spoke ”Then how should I call you?”

Naevora shrugged casually ”Call me whatever you want... I don’t mind.”

”...Bitch?”

A nerve popped up in Naevora’s forehead and she nearly crushed the drink in frustration ”Are you asking for another beating, you fucking brat?”

Brandon couldn’t help but chuckle and replied ”Relax. It’s a joke.. I will just call you by your name then. Naevora.”

Hm? Her black eyes condensed ”Miss Naevora.”

”No. Naevora.”

”Brat...”

”Oh, wait your last name... what was it again? Voldemort?”

Naevora’s eyes trembled upon hearing this ”Don’t fucking call me that... I hate that name.”

”Naevora Le Vörtdämmerung”

She raised her hand and grabbed his neck, shaking him ”You brat! I told you not to call me that.”

Feeling his whole world shaking around, Brandon hurriedly replied ”Hold on... Ok, ok, stop shaking me.”

He started to see Naevora’s as double and his eyes began to spin ”Stop!”

Naevora took a deep breath and retracted her hand from his neck.

Brandon quickly raised his head from her thigh and sat beside her ”Haa.. you almost killed me.”

He shook his head gently to gain some clarity ”Though... what’s wrong with your last name? It’s kind of badass.”

Naevora looked at the can in her hand and muttered ”I don’t like that name. It’s the name of someone I despise...”

He didn’t press the matter further and leaned back on the cool wall ”I see, I won’t call you that then.”

”I will stick with ’Musclehead.’”

*shrush* Naevora crushed the can in her hand and slowly turned her head to look at him...

But again, thinking about the nickname, she couldn’t contain her smile and let out a hearty chuckle.

”Hahaha... That’s a lot better than my last name, brat.”

Looking at her laughing, Brandon was surprised, but then his gaze softened seeing her genuine smile.

’Now she looks even more beautiful...’

Keeping his smile, he took a final sip from his can and stood up.

”Guess, that’s it for today’s training.”

Naevora looked at him and nodded his head ”Yeah, today is warm-up. In the future, your real training will begin.”

She reached out and took a mobile from her jacket ”By the way, give me your contact.”

Nodding his head, he took his Blazer and retracted his mobile from the inner pocket.

He tapped the screen, and glanced up at Naevora, who was already holding her own device, waiting expectantly.

”Tell me your number.”

With a nod, she recited her number, and he quickly saved it in his mobile.

Contact saved: Musclehead.

After saving the contact, he quickly sent her a message. ’This is your favourite student, Brandon.’

A second later, Naevora’s phone vibrated, and she glanced at the notification.

Her lips twitched in amusement as she tapped the screen a few times, saving his number. ”Favorite student, huh?”

Naevora adjusted her jacket, making sure it sat properly over her shoulders, then tilted her head at him ”Anyway, now that we have each other’s contacts, I’ll send you details about your training schedule later.”

Brandon gave a nod and Naevora pointed at a door on the far end of the training room ”There you can refresh yourself and clean your body from the sweat.”

”After that, you can go back to your classes.”

With that, she walked to the door to leave.

But before that, she turned her head and spoke ”Oh, by the way... I will introduce my other disciple to you later.”

Wait. What?

Brandon was startled to hear this and looked at her ”You have someone else?”

She just chuckled teasingly and stepped out of the room, waving her hand.

Brandon stood there, completely dumbfounded and a soft breath escaped his lips ”This dumb woman...”