Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world
Chapter 215: Bathing [2]

Chapter 215: Bathing [2]

The warm water continued to cascade over Yverine and Brandon.

Yverine’s hands lingered on Brandon’s shoulders and her fingers gave a final gentle squeeze as she finished cleaning the last traces of dirt and blood from his back.

Brandon cleared his throat and muttered "You’ve been taking care of me this whole time."

"Mind if I... return the favor?"

Yverine raised an eyebrow and a flicker of surprise crossed her face.

She tilted her head, looking at him for a moment "You want to clean me?"

"Yeah," Brandon replied in a soft, almost tentative voice. "If that’s okay with you."

She held his gaze for a long moment, the water pattering against the tiles filling the silence.

Then, with a small nod, she turned around, presenting her back to him. "Fine. Start with my back."

Brandon reached for the bottle of body wash, squeezing a small amount into his hands.

The lavender scent bloomed again as he worked the soap into a lather and stepped closer.

His hands hesitated for a brief second before gently pressing against her upper back and the lather glided smoothly over her shoulders.

Yverine’s muscles tensed slightly under his touch, then relaxed as he labored the soap in slow circles.

Her skin was smooth but marked with faint bruises and scratches and he took care to avoid pressing too hard on the tender spots.

His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her spine and the water washed away the lather in soft rivulets.

"You’re tougher than you look. But I guess I already knew that."

She let out a quiet huff "Tougher than you, that’s for sure."

Brandon chuckled and his hands continued their careful work, cleaning the last traces of dirt from her lower back.

He paused as he noticed a faint scar barely visible under the water.

He didn’t comment on it, but his fingers lingered there for a moment, acknowledging its presence before moving on.

Feeling his touch, Yverine realized that he found the scar and a small smile formed on her lips knowing that he didn’t ask anything about it.

As he finished with her back, he stepped back slightly, the water streaming between them.

"Uh," he started and his voice caught as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Can I... do your front, too? Like, your arms and... stuff?"

Yverine turned to face him and her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at his face.

The steam softened her features, but there was a flicker of amusement in her gaze, as if she could sense his awkwardness. "My arms and ’stuff’? Be more specific."

His ears turned pink, and he let out a nervous laugh "I mean, like, your arms and... your abs, maybe? If you’re okay with it."

She considered it for a moment before giving a small nod. "Alright. Go ahead."

Brandon swallowed as he squeezed more body wash into his hands.

He started with her arms, his fingers gliding over her biceps, which were toned and strong from years of training.

The lather coated her skin, washing away the grime and revealing the smooth, defined muscles beneath. "Damn. Your arms are no joke."

Yverine’s lips curved into a faint smile, though she kept her gaze averted.

His hands moved to her forearms, cleaning the scratches and bruises with the same care she had shown him.

Then, with a glance at her face to gauge her reaction, he moved to her abdomen.

His fingers brushed against the taut muscles of her stomach as the soap glided smoothly over her skin.

Her abs were defined and he couldn’t help but pause "Your abs are insane."

Yverine chuckled in her heart and tried to hide the growing smile on her lips "Not as defined as Master’s I still have a long way to go."

"Hmm..."

A bit later, he paused, his hands hovering near her sides, and his gaze flicked up to meet her eyes.

He started hesitantly "Uh. Can I... clean your, um, chest? Like, your... breasts?"

Yverine’s eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks flushed in a deeper shade of pink.

What?

She crossed her arms instinctively, covering herself, though the gesture seemed more out of reflex than genuine discomfort.

"You’re pushing your luck, pervert."

But she didn’t pull away, and after a moment of consideration, she let her arms drop, her expression softening.

"Fine. But don’t make it weird."

Brandon nodded quickly and his heart raced as he squeezed a small amount of soap into his hands.

"Okay. I’ll keep it... not weird."

His hands moved carefully and his fingers brushed lightly against her chest as he began to lather the soap over her skin.

The warmth of her body contrasted with the cool slickness of the soap, and he focused on keeping his touch gentle as he cleaned her.

His hands cupped her breasts and the lather glided smoothly over her skin, and he couldn’t help but notice the softness and weight of them under his fingers.

But as he gently squeezed, his thumbs inadvertently brushed against her nipples.

Yverine’s breath hitched slightly and her body tensed for a brief moment before she relaxed again, her eyes flickering to his face.

Brandon’s heart pounded, and he tried to focus on the task, but the sensation of her skin under his hands was overwhelming.

His fingers lingered for a moment, squeezing gently as he rubbed the soap in slow circles and the lather got washed away under the water’s steady stream.

Unconsciously, his thoughts wandered, and he muttered under his breath, "Yours are bigger than Eira’s..."

Yverine’s eyes widened and she turned to look at him in shock "What did you just say?"

Brandon froze and his hands stopped moving "Uh- I mean... shit," he stammered as he scrambled to backtrack.

"I didn’t... I just meant... you know, uh, they’re... nice?"

"Nice?" Yverine crossed her arms again and gave him a glare.

"You’re comparing me to Eira now? Your girlfriend? Really, Brandon?"

Brandon hurried shook his head, trying to explain "No, no, that’s not what I meant!. It just... slipped out. I wasn’t thinking. You’re, uh, you’re perfect, okay? I didn’t mean to compare or anything."

Yverine let out a quiet genuine laugh looking at his panicked face, breaking the tension between them.

"You’re such an idiot," she said, shaking her head, though her expression was warm, almost fond.

She stepped closer, closing the small distance between them, and placed a hand on his chest, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin. "But... thanks, I guess. For the compliment. Even if it was weird."

Brandon let out a nervous chuckle, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yeah, I’ll, uh, work on my compliments,"

He reached for the body wash again, squeezing a bit more into his hands. "Can I... keep going? Or did I just blow my chance?"

She looked at him for a second before giving a small nod. "You’re on thin ice, perverted jerk. But go ahead."

"Got it," he said and his smile returned as he resumed cleaning her, his hands moving more carefully now, focusing on her shoulders and upper chest to avoid pushing his luck further.

The water continued to pour over them, washing away the lather and the last traces of their earlier awkwardness.

But as his hands drifted lower, brushing against the curve of her chest, he hesitated for a fraction of a second and looked into her eyes.

Yverine gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, granting him permission to continue.

His fingers moved carefully, cupping her breasts.

He squeezed gently and and his thumbs brushed lightly over her nipples.

Yverine’s breath caught with a soft sound that was nearly drowned out by the water, and her eyes fluttered for a moment before looking at him.

There was no anger in her gaze, only a mix of surprise and something warmer.

"Is that true?" she asked suddenly. "Really bigger than hers?"

Brandon’s hands paused, the lather rinsing away under the water as he met her gaze.

He nodded with a small, sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. I mean... yes. Even the nipples for you are darker than hers."

Yverine’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked caught between shock and amusement.

Then she let out a quiet, incredulous laugh, shaking her head. "You’re a weirdo."

Shrugging, he replied "I was just being honest."

"Well, honest or not, you’re still a pervert," she teased and her voice is softer now, almost fond.

Her fingers brushed against his chest again, tracing idle patterns as the water washed away the last of the soap "But... I guess I don’t mind too much."

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Naevora was standing under the shower and looked at her palm "I am an Empyrean now...."

She muttered under her breath and remembered the battle she had.

Her mind drifted back to the chaos of the fight and her breath hitched as she closed her eyes, letting the water cascade over her face.

Remembering Brandon’s face she leaned her head against the cold tile "Have I gone crazy? I risked my life for a boy I met a few months ago..."

Her gaze quivered "Am I too attached to him?"

Her thoughts drifted to Brandon’s face and the way his eyes softened with relief when the battle was over and the way he rushed to her without hesitation.

She could still feel the warmth of his arms as he hugged her tightly as if he was afraid of losing her as she had been of losing him.

Thinking about his smile unconsciously brought a smile to her lips "Brat..."