Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 114: Little pain?

A soft sigh escaped Brandon’s lips as he leaned his head back on the bathtub, lying comfortably as the heat of the water caressed his skin.

Ravene was sitting in the hot bath on his lap, leaning back on his chest, her body molded to his in a perfect, intimate fit.

After waking up in the morning, they had coffee, and Eira left for her dorm so they could meet up at the Academy later.

His hand slowly went up, cupping her breasts and she closed her eyes, sighing onto his hands.

He squeezed her breasts greedily, spreading them to his heart’s content.

"Hmnn..." Ravene’s sigh deepened into a soft moan, her body arching slightly, pressing her breasts further into his hands.

His fingers gently twisted her hard nipple and she tilted her head back, exposing the graceful line of her throat, and he kissed her there "You’re so fucking beautiful,"

Ravene let out a soft laugh and she opened her eyes, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze "Flatterer..."

She reached up, her hand finding his cheek, fingers brushing over his stubble as she pulled him into a kiss, tasting the faint taste of coffee.

As she pulled back the kiss, she grabbed his hand and lowered it to her crotch "Help me with that..."

Brandon hugged her close and his fingers tenderly caressed the outer walls of her pussy, tracing the soft, slick folds with a gentle touch.

Ravene closed her eyes, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips, her head tilting back against his shoulder as she surrendered to the sensation. "Haa..."

Slowly he slid in a finger, stretching her inner muscles further.

Ravene smiled faintly "That reminds me, Kael... how are you going to tell our relationship to that girl?"

Brandon slowly moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, stimulating her with pleasure "I am still wondering how to break it to her..."

She chuckled softly, "Hm, need my help?"

Brandon was quite surprised "Well, if you help me, it would be easier, I guess."

"Haangh...." Another soft moan escaped her lips as she muttered, "How funny it is; I am helping my Husband to get many girlfriends."

With a chuckle, he kissed her neck "I have the best wife."

"Yeah, I know..."

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Walking through the Academy, Brandon stretched his back slightly. Even though he was happily lying on the couch with Ravene yesterday, he got a mild back pain.

But Ravene was perfectly alright ’Is that the power of an S-rank woman? They have inbuilt spinal power or something? Ugh, I must have slept in an awkward position. Fuck...’

Feeling the stares of women around him, he sighed in his heart ’And this to...’

At this time, someone suddenly flicked his left ear.

Huh? Startled, he turned to the left side and saw no one behind him.

He turned to the right and in the next instant, a punch landed on his gut.

"You damn fucker..."

"Ugh..."

Wincing in pain, he looked up at the elf girl standing in front of him "Dhayun..."

He rubbed his stomach "You damn bitch, I am going to punch your face next."

Dhayun’s lips twitched in frustration "Is that so? Dumbass, lets see who cries first."

He narrowed his eyes and took a breath, trying to recover from the punch. She didn’t hold back, as usual. Not even a bit of sympathy for his poor, couch-wrecked body.

He straightened up "Fucking hell, you whore..."

She gripped her fingers into a fist "Then stop ignoring my messages, you dumbfuck."

Hearing this, Brandon rolled his eyes "Oh, that.. my bad. I didn’t really get the time to reply to you."

Han Dhayun scoffed "Yeah, yeah... you have the time to reply to that girlfriend, but not me."

With a sigh, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in "Shut up for a moment."

She shook her head helplessly and hugged his waist "I am still mad."

With a nod, he replied "I know. How about I make it up to you? Breakfast?"

She shook her head "No, coffee. That expensive coffee from that place."

Hearing this, he shook his head helplessly "Alright."

As they walked side by side, Dhayun’s gaze occasionally flicked to Brandon’s posture. Though he tried to walk normally, she noticed the subtle stiffness in his movement, the way his left shoulder didn’t rotate fully, the slight tilt in his upper back.

She furrowed her brows. "Did you twist your back or something?"

Brandon glanced at her, then rolled his shoulder with a light grunt. "Seems like it. My back’s a bit sore."

"Hmm..." Dhayun gave him a long look before exhaling sharply "Come with me. I’ll give you a massage."

Brandon raised an eyebrow in amusement "Oh? How kind of you, Lady Dhayun."

They reached the entrance of the private lounge, and Dhayun casually showed her academy credentials to the bored-looking receptionist.

With a slight bow, he led them down a narrower corridor and unlocked one of the small relaxation suites.

Once the door closed behind them, Dhayun looked around at the room with soundproofed walls, soft ambient lighting, a low glass table with complimentary refreshments, and a plush lounge couch long enough for someone to stretch out on.

Dhayun exhaled and turned to him. "Woonie, remove your shirt."

Without further comment, Brandon slipped off his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt.

He neatly folded both and set them aside, then lowered himself onto the couch, lying face down.

His bare back faced the soft ambient light, revealing the hard lines of his muscles, but more noticeable was the long, jagged scar running diagonally across his back.

Dhayun approached and her gaze fell on that scar.

She paused beside the couch, her gaze softening slightly.

She crouched down and reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against the old wound.

"...It’s been some years since I last saw this scar of yours," she murmured.

Brandon didn’t reply. He simply rested his cheek against the armrest and closed his eyes.

Her fingers trailed along the edge of the scar for a few seconds longer before she pulled away, standing up straight.

Then, to Brandon’s surprise, she began to remove her shoes and set them off to the side.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he tilted his head just enough to peek at her over his shoulder.

"...What are you doing?"

Dhayun didn’t answer.

She peeled off her socks next, flexing her pale toes slightly as they met the warm carpet of the floor.

A faint smile danced at her lips as she rolled her ankles to loosen up "Relax."

Brandon squinted. "You’re not going to hit me with those shoes or something, right? Because this feels like the kind of setup that ends in violence."

"No hitting," she said lightly, brushing back a lock of hair that fell across her cheek.

"This is me being nice, remember?"

"...You’re being weirdly nice," Brandon muttered under his breath.

She stepped onto the couch, her bare feet sinking slightly into the cushion as she climbed up and positioned herself above him.

Carefully, she bent one knee and placed her foot gently on his back, her heel pressing against the space between his shoulder blades.

Brandon’s eyes widened slightly "Wait... are you massaging me with your feet?"

"Uh-huh," Dhayun responded with a nod, shifting her weight slightly to test her balance. "You want a proper back massage or not?"

"I thought you’d use your hands like a normal person," he muttered, muffled against the pillow.

"I am normal. I just have strong, elegant, and well-trained elf feet. This is an ancient elven technique. Passed down for generations."

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"Shush and be grateful."

She slowly applied pressure, beginning at his upper back.

Her foot slid gently across his skin with practiced control, her toes curling slightly to guide the motion.

She used the balls of her feet to knead into the muscles beside his spine, moving in slow, circular motions.

To his surprise... it was effective.

"Ahh... damn," Brandon muttered after a moment, exhaling a long breath. "That’s actually... good."

Hearing this, Dhayun smiled "Told you. This is high-tier treatment. Don’t say I never do anything nice for you."

She shifted her weight slightly, using one foot to apply pressure and the other for balance, moving down toward the middle of his back, then up again.

Her movements were precise... not too hard, not too soft applying that strange pain with pleasure.

She knew where to press and where to pause.

At times, her heel gently dug into the tight muscle knots, coaxing out the tension little by little.

Brandon let out a soft groan of relief. "Damn... you’ve done this before?"

"A couple times," she said casually.

"My mom had some back pain and I used to do it for her."

"Wow, thanks."

"Don’t mention it," she grinned, now using both feet alternately as if walking in place on his back.

The minutes passed in silence as the massage continued.

Dhayun, now more focused looked at his back, her purple hair swaying slightly as she leaned forward.

Eventually, she stepped down, her feet touching the floor with a soft thump, and she sat on the edge of the couch, looking at him.

"Well?"

Brandon turned his head slightly and opened one eye. "Honestly? That was amazing."

She smirked and flicked his ear again. "Then say thank you properly."

He sighed but gave her a genuine, tired smile. "Thank you, Dhayun."

"...You’re welcome," she said after a pause, her tone suddenly turning softer.

Then, without warning, she leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to the unscarred part of his upper back.

Brandon blinked, and his eyes widened a bit.

"...What was that for?"

"Nothing," she said, standing up and brushing off her skirt. "Your back’s warm. I was checking your temperature."

"That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard."

"Shut up, Woonie."

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