Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 524: Scylla Drusus Corvinus

Rheanne, still seated upon the bed, observed the unfolding interaction with an amused smile gracing her features.

The towering woman cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders as she advanced once more.

"It has been over a year since our last encounter, and you have only grown more formidable. Good. I was concerned you might have grown complacent, staying by that white-haired goddess’s side constantly."

Her gaze drifted past Brandon, landing on Rheanne, and she offered a respectful nod. "No offense intended, Lady Rheanne."

Rheanne responded with an elegant smile, "None taken, General Scylla."

Brandon's eyes narrowed as he looked at the powerfully built woman. "Scylla... still resorting to fists before questions, I see."

Scylla flashed a wide grin. "Old habits tend to linger. Especially when it comes to greeting my favorite sparring partner."

She suddenly lunged forward, unleashing another powerful punch.

Brandon intercepted it with his forearm, and in a fluid motion, delivered a blow to her abdomen.

"Ugh..."

She staggered back a step, clutching her midsection, yet the grin on her face only expanded as she inhaled sharply.

Observing her, Brandon inquired, "You are aware you cannot defeat me, so why persist?"

Scylla straightened, one hand still pressed to her stomach, and beamed. "Because it feels damn good to try."

"Sparring with you is the sole method I have to gauge my progress. You are the only soul capable of absorbing my full strength and still appearing utterly unfazed."

Without affording him a chance to reply, she charged forward again, reminiscent of a charging bull.

The wooden floorboards groaned under the force of her powerful stride as she launched a heavy right punch directly at his jaw.

WHOOSH!

Brandon caught her wrist, skillfully using her own momentum to wrench her forward.

Simultaneously, he drove his knee upward, impacting her hardened abdominal muscles with significant force.

THUD!

"Guh-!"

Her eyes widened momentarily, but before she could regain her footing, Brandon's right hook connected squarely with the side of her face.

CRACK!

The impact sent her reeling to the side, a fine mist of sweat flying from her brow.

Yet, even as she stumbled, Scylla let out a laugh and immediately snapped back into a combat stance.

"Now that's more like it!"

She pivoted, throwing a spinning backfist.

Brandon evaded it with practiced ease and landed a punch to her ribs.

The blow elicited a grunt from her, but she spun with the force, attempting a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at his head.

BAM!

Brandon raised his arm, blocking the kick cleanly.

Before she could retract her leg, he seized her ankle, disrupting her balance, and drove a fist into her exposed flank.

"Ugh-!"

Scylla twisted in mid-air like a cat, landing back on her feet, but Brandon was already upon her.

Moving with blinding speed, he closed the distance and delivered a kick directly to her chest.

THUD!

Scylla landed heavily on her back upon the opulent carpet.

"Haa!" She attempted to rise immediately, but Brandon stepped forward, placing his boot firmly on her chest, pinning her down.

"Enough."

Scylla gazed up at him, laughing breathlessly. "Damn it... you truly haven't lost a step. If anything, you've become even smoother. It's infuriating."

Brandon removed his foot and extended a hand to her.

Scylla grasped it, allowing him to pull her back to her feet.

She rolled her shoulders, touching the developing bruise on her jaw. "Let's have a proper spar later, shall we?"

Brandon brushed off his hands, his expression flat and unimpressed. "Just leave."

Completely unfazed by the blunt dismissal, Scylla responded, "Still as cold as ever. Fine, fine. I'll be out of your way."

She glanced towards Rheanne, who remained seated gracefully on the bed. "Apologies for the commotion, Lady Rheanne. Old habits die hard."

Rheanne offered a slight nod. "It was rather entertaining. Though perhaps next time, you might reserve your greetings for the training grounds."

Scylla grinned, thumping her fist against her chest in a gesture of respect before turning back to Brandon.

She stepped closer, her voice dropping slightly. "Incidentally... I've heard some rather remarkable rumors concerning Nacirfa. If even a fraction of them hold true, things are about to become quite eventful in this region."

She lightly punched his shoulder. "Make sure to summon me when the real conflict commences. I've been feeling rather idle lately."

Brandon rubbed his shoulder and sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Now, be gone."

Scylla emitted a final laugh, bowed respectfully to Rheanne, and finally departed the premises.

Brandon walked back towards the bed and sat beside Rheanne, releasing a weary sigh.

"She never learns. Every single time she encounters me, it's the same predictable sequence... an assault before any words are exchanged."

Rheanne chuckled softly and gently patted his head.

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Lying on the bed, Brandon stared at the ceiling, lost in contemplation. 'To transform Nacirfa back into a sacred land... I am certain that Eurasania and Cene would also provide funding if we present the matter strategically.'

'Pilgrims will bring wealth and trade. Both emperors can claim they’re supporting a 'divine cause' instead of looking like they’re backing down from a fight.'

'They’ll both want to show their support for the 'Goddess' to gain favor with the people and appear pious. We can use that competition to our advantage. The more they try to outdo each other, the faster the Holy Land gets rebuilt and stabilized.'

The Bootstrap paradox had become more real with every passing day. Everything he was doing here wasn’t changing the future.

He was the future.

Every decision and every bold declaration was simply fulfilling a loop that had already been written.

And yet, the realization still felt surreal.

Lying here in this bed, inside a castle that would one day be dust in the world he came from, Brandon couldn’t help but feel the sheer enormity of it all.

A soft rustle came from his side as Rheanne shifted closer, turning onto her side to face him.

'Seems like you are still thinking about something.'

Brandon turned to her and she scooted closer, burying her face in his neck.

Looking at her, he asked, 'What do you think about many people awakening powers like us?'

Rheanne lifted her head slightly in confusion. 'Huh? What?'

Brandon hugged her waist, pulling her even tighter against him. 'Just a hypothetical question.'

She remained nestled against his neck, thinking seriously about the idea.

'It would be... total chaos,' she answered after a long pause.

'If many people suddenly gained powers like ours... Emperors and kings would immediately try to recruit them as weapons for war. The strong would dominate the weak.'

'Those with power would kill, steal, and oppress normal people without consequence. Greed, fear, and ambition would run wild.'

She let out a soft sigh. 'I hope something like that never happens...'

Brandon’s gaze lowered in thought. 'But it will happen, but I don’t know when... before or after your ascension to God status.'

Rheanne noticed his silence and nuzzled deeper into his neck. 'Kael...? Why are you suddenly asking something like that?'

Brandon shook his head. 'Just thinking about how fragile peace really is. Right now, you and I are rare. But if that changed... the world would never be the same again.'

Rheanne hummed softly in agreement. 'Then let’s protect this peace as long as we can. As long as I have you by my side.'

As she muttered, Rheanne nuzzled deeper into Brandon’s neck, seeking his warmth.

Her lips brushed against his skin... and then she paused.

She reached up with one hand and tugged down the collar of his shirt, exposing the side of his neck.

There was nothing there.

The fresh bite mark she left earlier had completely vanished.

'Kael... Where is the bite mark on your neck?' she asked in a dangerously calm voice.

Brandon glanced at her and casually replied, 'Oh, I healed that.'

Rheanne’s gaze narrowed sharply and a flicker of genuine irritation flashed across her beautiful face.

Her eyes twitched. 'You... healed it?'

Before Brandon could say another word, Rheanne pushed herself up, straddling his waist.

She grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and yanked it down further, fully exposing his neck and collarbone.

Without any warning, she leaned forward and pressed her lips firmly against the same spot on his neck, then opened her mouth and bit down.

'Argh-!'

Brandon’s body tensed beneath her as a sharp sting shot through his neck.

Her teeth sank into his skin, and she sucked hard, ensuring the bruise would bloom dark.

After several seconds, she finally pulled back, leaving a vivid red bite mark on the side of his neck.

'There. And if you heal this one too, I really will get angry, you rascal.'

Brandon touched the fresh mark with his fingers, feeling the dull throb.

'It really hurts.'

Rheanne just hugged him and went back to sleep.

'Good night.'

'...Good night.'

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