Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 525: Sparring?

The next morning dawned with a thunderous impact on the training grounds. Brandon’s fist met Scylla’s braced arms with solid force. The powerful General was propelled backward across the dusty earth, her massive frame kicking up a cloud as she regained her footing, breath coming in ragged gasps. Sweat streamed down her imposing figure.

Her laughter, wild and unrestrained, echoed as she wiped a smear of blood from her lip with her glove. “Hah… Hahaha!”

Brandon remained poised in the ring’s center. “Come on. Don’t hold back,” he urged.

A feral grin spread across Scylla’s face as she surged forward once more. A fierce left hook was launched, followed swiftly by a knee strike and a spinning elbow aimed directly at Brandon’s head.

Brandon evaded the hook with an inside slip, deflected the incoming knee with his thigh, and retaliated with a swift palm strike to her solar plexus. The impact was a dull THUD!, eliciting a strangled “Guh-!” from Scylla. Before she could recover from the blow, Brandon seized her arm, spun her around, and drove an elbow into her back, sending her crashing face-first into the dirt.

A stunned silence fell over the soldiers and guards observing from the sidelines. Their formidable War General was being utterly dominated.

“W-What…?”

“Lady Scylla… she’s being tossed around like a mere training dummy…”

One male soldier’s eyes bulged. “Lady Scylla can take down ten of us without breaking a sweat… and he’s treating her like this?”

A female guard beside him gripped her spear tighter, murmuring, “As expected of the Goddess’s companion…”

“I heard rumors from Eurasania,” another soldier whispered loudly, “that he defeated one hundred elite guards there alone. I thought it was an exaggeration… but now, I truly believe it.”

Scylla pushed herself up, spitting out dirt. Bruises were already blooming on her arms and torso. Yet, she exploded forward again.

Brandon parried her forceful punch and answered with an uppercut that briefly lifted Scylla off her feet. A sharp CRACK! echoed as she began to fall. Before she hit the ground, he hooked her by the waist, spun, and slammed her down with immense force. The ground BOOMED under the impact, a ring of dust erupting outward.

Lying flat on her back, Scylla stared blankly at the sky. “I can’t even land a single hit on you.”

Brandon approached and towered over her. “You’ve improved too. But you’re still too predictable. You rely too heavily on brute strength.”

She looked up at him. “How about another spar this evening?”

Brandon nodded. “Sure.”

Scylla pulled herself into a cross-legged seat. “It surprises me that you’re always willing to fight me. Everyone else is too afraid to even face me.”

He sighed, his reply blunt. “Because you voluntarily offer yourself as my punching bag. Why would I refuse the chance to rough up a bitch like you?”

The assembled soldiers and female guards froze, jaws agape.

“D-Did he just call our general…?”

“You bastard,” Scylla retorted with a hearty chuckle, a wide grin splitting her face. “I’m dragging you into a deathmatch next time.”

She stood and stretched her arms high, flexing her powerful muscles before fixing Brandon with a sharp gaze. “Evening it is, then. Don’t forget.”

He offered a deadpan look. “You don’t forget. Last time we agreed to spar, you said the same thing and then completely forgot.”

She scratched the back of her head, a look of genuine confusion on her face, tilting her head like a large, muscular puppy. “Did I?”

Brandon waved her off dismissively. “Your brain is nothing but muscle. Just leave.”

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Evening had arrived. Brandon appeared precisely on time, clad in a simple black training outfit. He surveyed the empty sparring ring with a flat expression. No one was present.

He waited for several minutes, but Scylla remained conspicuously absent. The training grounds were quiet at this hour, with only a few soldiers engaged in light drills in the distance.

Annoyed, Brandon clicked his tongue and approached two female guards stationed near the entrance of the training area. They immediately straightened upon seeing him.

“Did you see Scylla? She was supposed to be here by now.”

The two guards exchanged a brief look. One bowed her head slightly before answering.

“Lord Kael… General Scylla was here earlier this afternoon, but she had to depart. An unexpected, confidential military meeting was scheduled for this evening. She likely went directly home afterward to rest.”

Brandon let out a small sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. Before he could turn away, the younger guard spoke up.

“Also… General Scylla has a personal hot spring at her private residence. She often uses it to recover after intense training or long meetings. She’s probably relaxing in the spring right now.”

Brandon raised an eyebrow. So the muscle-brained idiot ditched our spar.

Observing them, he inquired, "Do you perhaps know the location of her residence..."

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The evening air carried a cool crispness, yet within Scylla’s secluded courtyard, a gentle mist ascended into the night sky.

The hot spring, a lavish natural basin sculpted from the rock behind her private estate, beckoned.

Lanterns were artfully positioned along its perimeter, bathing the steaming water and the encompassing bamboo and stone landscape in a warm, golden radiance.

Scylla reclined, utterly bare, in the heated water, her form partially submerged.

Her toned arms were draped across the smooth stone rim of the pool, her head tilted back as she released a profound, contented sigh.

Water droplets meandered down her sculpted shoulders, cascaded over the curve of her full breasts, and traced the lines of her defined abdomen.

"Haaah... this feels wonderful."

Wisps of steam playfully twirled around her disheveled black tresses, which had been released from their typical tie.

Abruptly, the subtle sound of footsteps upon the stone pathway leading to the spring reached her ears.

Scylla’s keen gaze sharpened, and she swiftly reached for a nearby towel.

However, upon recognizing the approaching figure, she slowly withdrew her hand.

Brandon advanced towards the hot spring, clad only in a white towel cinched loosely around his lower waist.

Scylla’s eyes widened with unfeigned astonishment.

"...Kael?"

She maintained her seated posture in the water, making no effort to conceal herself.

"I didn't anticipate you venturing all the way to my abode."

Brandon halted at the pool’s edge, gazing down at her. "You skipped our spar again, you utter fool."

Scylla shifted subtly within the water before sinking lower once more. "Ah? I truly forgot about it."

"Following an extended council with the Emperor and his ministers, I found myself quite fatigued."

She inclined her head, her gaze wandering with unabashed boldness over his bare torso and the towel that graced his waist.

Leaning back against the stone embankment, she widened her arms receptively. "Since you are already here, come and partake in the warmth with me."

Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped into the hot spring, the heated water gradually climbing his legs as he approached her.

He lowered himself onto the smooth stone bench, and the hot water enveloped his chest as he reclined.

"I never expected you to be quite so brazen. You didn't even attempt to cover yourself."

Casting a glance his way, she murmured, "It is because it is you. You have pummeled this body, inflicted injuries upon it, and tossed it aside as though it held no consequence."

"So, why should I feel the need to conceal it from you?"

"Furthermore, in the first instance, I doubt any man perceives me in a manner befitting a woman. Most men regard me and see naught but a weapon. The Empire's ferocious hound, as it were."

"Yet, even so, should anyone dare to witness me in a state of undress, they would inevitably find themselves on the ground, their jaw regrettably fractured."

Brandon emitted a low hum, his gaze slowly traversing her exposed form.

The warm water gently lapped between them, generating subtle ripples with each movement either of them made.

Scylla noted his scrutiny and shifted closer in the water until her thigh made firm contact with his beneath the surface.

"What troubles you? You have witnessed my person covered in both blood and grime on countless occasions. Is observing me in this state truly so astonishing?"

Brandon simply shook his head, responding, "No, I am merely taken aback that you can engage in a normal conversation as a woman might, rather than constantly agitating for a brawl."

Scylla responded with a soft, husky chuckle. "I do not need to feign delicacy or femininity in your presence. You have never treated me as anything other than an opponent. You strike me, throw me, and subdue me without reservation."

"Therefore, I harbor no compulsion to hide this body from your view."

Brandon uttered a scoff and retorted, "Just admit you are an impudent hussy."

Scylla merely offered a grin, but then a thought surfaced. "The Emperor apprised me of the newly designated Sanctuary for Lady Rheanne."

"Are you genuinely contemplating this matter?"