Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

The next morning, the sun bled softly into the room through the curtains, painting streaks of gold across the wooden floor.

"Huff.. Huff.. Haa..." Brandon's breaths came in steady grunts as his arms trembled slightly, pressing against the ground.

His body lowered, chest nearly touching the floor, before rising again with force.

Sweat rolled down his temples as strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

On his back, Naevora sat cross-legged while Brandon was doing pushups.

She is wearing a loose black shirt that hung just enough to tease her shoulders and collarbones and slim shorts that clung to her waist.

In one hand she held a bowl of fresh strawberries and thick cream as she scooped a piece and bit into it.

"Mmph- one hundred and… twenty-six," Brandon grunted and his arms strained even more.

Naevora leaned slightly forward, letting her long hair spill to one side as she rested her cheek on her palm, looking at him with a faint smile "You're slowing down, brat. I thought A-rank bodies had better stamina than this."

"Y-You're… the one making it harder!" Brandon wheezed, his back flexing under her weight. "Sitting up there like a damn queen-"

Naevora took another slow bite of strawberry, deliberately dragging the spoon past her lips before speaking in a calm tone. "Mm, and yet you don't tell me to get off. Interesting."

His arms shook violently on the downward push, but he forced himself up as veins standed out across his arms and neck.

His head tilted back just enough to catch her in his peripheral vision.

"You-" He gritted his teeth, pushing up again. "-enjoy… this too much."

"Maybe." She dipped another strawberry into cream and held it above her mouth, letting the white drip cling for a moment before she popped it in, humming with satisfaction.

She gave his back a playful little bounce with her hips, testing his balance.

Brandon groaned but pushed through, his elbows nearly locking as he lifted her higher. "Naevora-!"

"What?" she asked innocently, licking cream from the corner of her lip. "Don't tell me the mighty Herald can't handle just one woman's weight."

"I can-" His voice cracked with the strain.

She scooped another strawberry, then suddenly leaned down as she held the fruit near his mouth. "Here. Open up."

Still holding himself in plank position, Brandon hesitated.

Then, grumbling, he opened his mouth and let her push the cream-coated strawberry past his lips.

The sweetness burst across his tongue, but the smirk on Naevora's face above him made it taste almost dangerous.

She sat back upright, "Good boy. Now, give me another fifty."

His head nearly hit the floor "F-Fifty?!"

Naevora swirled her spoon lazily in the cream, "Fifty. And I will let you take rest on my bare thighs. Your choice."

"Thighs..." Brandon groaned in defeat, dropped his chest low, and began again as she popped another strawberry into her mouth with a smile on her lips.

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Brandon's arms finally gave out after the fiftieth push-up and his muscles were trembling.

Naevora got down and sat on the floor.

With a groan of exhaustion, he collapsed sideways, right into Naevora's waiting lap.

She had shifted slightly, crossing her legs in a relaxed manner and her bare thighs pale and smooth, were warm against his cheek as he let his head sink into them.

"Comfortable, aren't you?" she teased, taking another slow bite of the strawberry dipped in cream.

Brandon let out a long exhale, the corners of his lips curving into a grin. "Mm… squishy… soft…"

His words were muffled against her thigh as he nuzzled into her flesh, shamelessly enjoying the warmth and suppleness.

Naevora rolled her eyes, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. "Don't think this is a reward you can abuse."

But instead of listening, his hand shifted, sliding along the side of her leg before wrapping gently around the curve of her thigh.

He gave it a playful squeeze, marveling at the firm yet yielding softness beneath his fingers. "Damn, Nae… you're hiding weapons under here."

Her spoon froze halfway to her lips, and she gave him a sharp look, "Weapons?"

"Yeah…" Brandon squeezed again, this time slower, savoring the way her thigh flexed faintly under his touch. "…thighs of mass destruction."

Naevora facepalmed with her free hand and her shoulders shook with a laugh she tried to suppress. "You idiot…"

But she didn't move him away.

Instead, she shifted slightly, letting his head sink more comfortably into her lap.

Her fingers brushed through his messy hair once, twice, before she scooped another strawberry through the cream and popped it into her mouth.

Brandon tilted his head up a little with a lazy grin as he glanced at her from her lap. "You're not stopping me."

Naevora looked down at him, chewing slowly, "That's because I want to see how far you'll dare to go before I do stop you."

Brandon chuckled, letting his fingers tighten around her thigh again and he pinched her inner thigh.

"You-"

Her lips twitched and she turned her thighs crushing his head in between her thighs "You damn brat..."

Brandon's muffled voice came out between her thighs, "Naevoraaa… this isn't fair… I'm being crushed… what if my handsome face gets permanently flattened?!"

Naevora's gaze narrowed slightly "Flattened, hm? Maybe that'll teach you not to pinch a woman's inner thigh like some little brat."

His hands clung to her thighs tightly as his fingers squeezed against the toned muscle beneath her smooth skin. "I was just… appreciating how soft and strong they are! Honest admiration!"

Her lips curved into a smirk. "Admiration? More like perversion."

Without warning, she tightened the squeeze, her thighs pressing closer around his face.

"Ugh-! I- can't—breathe... !"

Leaning forward, she rested her elbow on her knee and looked at the stupis grin on his face "Wait a second… you're enjoying this?"

Brandon froze and his eyes darting nervously "N-No! No way!"

He shook his head frantically, though the motion only rubbed his face deeper into the plush, warm pressure of her thighs. "I hate this! Absolutely terrible! The worst punishment ever! Please don't keep me here any longer-"

Naevora's lips twitched into a dangerous grin "Then I'll keep you here until you cry."

His muffled laugh broke through again, and that was enough to confirm her suspicion. "You damn brat…"

With one hand, she pushed down on his forehead, locking him tighter in place.

Brandon raised his hands in surrender, "Fine, fine! I confess! I might like this a little bit. But can you blame me? You are literally perfect and teh thighs are godly..."

Naevora's cheeks warmed faintly, though she masked it with a scoff.

She shifted her hips slightly, squeezing tighter "If you like it so much, maybe I'll keep you here all day. Let's see if you still enjoy it when you pass out."

He let out a groan, clutching at her thighs "Then I'll die a happy man."

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The jagged rupture pulsed with its edges shimmering with violent violet-gold ether that snapped like lightning whenever the unstable energies lashed against one another.

Brandon's skin prickled as the ether wind washed over him, carrying the faint scent of scorched earth and ozone.

"Holy fucking god..." he whispered, unable to tear his gaze away.

'The door to the S rank dungeon…' he thought looking at the enormous crack in space in front of him.

Beside him, Naevora crossed her arms, "I saw one of these when I was in my final year in the Academy. And you're seeing it during your first year…"

Brandon blinked, "That's not exactly encouraging."

Naevora's lips curved faintly, "An S-rank dungeon isn't like anything you've faced before. Even A-rank monsters can be considered fodder compared to what lies beyond that gate."

WOOSH! The ether flared suddenly and the jagged edge of the rupture stretched like some colossal mouth for a heartbeat before snapping back.

Brandon instinctively took a step back and the pressure alone was enough to make his ether core thrum uncomfortably.

Naevora turned her head slightly, "That pressure you're feeling? That's just the threshold. Beyond it, your body will be under constant strain. If you don't push your limits, you'll collapse before you even touch a monster."

Brandon dragged a hand through his hair, "You really expect me to go in there already?"

She nodded her head "You've reached A-rank, but your body hasn't caught up. You'll never learn balance if you stay comfortable. And I… have no intention of babying you."

He grimaced, "Figures. You're still annoyed about me squeezing your thighs this morning."

She shook her head helplessly and walked toward the tear "Come on..."

The moment Brandon stepped past the jagged tear in space, a faint pressure pressed down on his shoulders like a heavy invisible hand.

His breath hitched "This…" he muttered, his eyes darting across the environment.

Naevora exhaled deeply, unfazed by the oppressive atmosphere "This is ether density... what separates S-rank from everything else. The air here… it's heavier and denser. Your body will constantly feel suppressed until you adjust."