Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 526: Hotspring bath

"The Emperor has informed me regarding the new Holy Land for Lady Rheanne,"

"Are you being serious with this?"

Brandon reclined against the polished stone border of the pool, stating, "Indeed. I am quite serious."

Scylla regarded him with a pensive expression, "To dedicate an entire kingdom as a sacred nation to Lady Rheanne... that is a monumental declaration, Kael. It’s bound to send tremors across the whole continent."

"Both Cene and Eurasania have coveted Nacirfa for many years. And now you intend to remove it from contention entirely, proclaiming it sacred ground?"

A low whistle escaped her lips as she smoothed her damp, dark hair.

"If anyone else had proposed such a thing, I would have dismissed them as utterly mad."

She then glanced his way once more, adding, "However, coming from you, I can genuinely envision this succeeding. Especially with Lady Rheanne’s backing."

"Nevertheless... it will undoubtedly incite turmoil initially. Religious factions, resentful nobles, furious warlords who had set their sights on Nacirfa. Are you prepared for such repercussions?"

"Or is this merely a part of some elaborate, long-term strategy you've devised?"

Turning to face her, he responded, "What strategy? My sole intention is to achieve something beneficial for Rheanne."

She tilted her head inquisitively, "Hmm, so your motivations stem from devotion to your Goddess, is that it?"

He nodded in affirmation, replying, "You could put it that way."

Scylla maintained her gaze upon him for a few more moments before a soft chuckle escaped her, "You truly are remarkable, Kael."

"Most men in your circumstances would be vying for power, territory, or influence. Yet, you are here, endeavoring to establish a holy nation simply out of concern for her."

She tilted her head back, her gaze ascending to the nocturnal expanse above the courtyard.

"I find that admirable," she stated with genuine sincerity.

"Well, should you require any brute force when the situation escalates, you know where to find me," she declared with a broad grin. "I would gladly engage in a few fisticuffs for a commendable cause."

"Very well."

Following a brief period of comfortable quietude, Scylla emitted a sigh of contentment and gracefully emerged from the water.

Brandon’s eyes naturally tracked her movement as she stood.

Warm water streamed down her robust, athletic physique.

Droplets of water traced elegant paths across her prominent shoulders, down the gentle contour of her ample bosom, across her well-defined abdomen, and lower still, flowing smoothly over the firm, rounded form of her posterior and strong thighs.

Brandon marveled internally, 'Her physique possesses a more developed musculature than Naevora's, particularly her abdominal region... she looks more appealing than both Yve and Naevora.'

Reflecting on them, a faint sigh escaped his lips, 'Five hundred more years remain, it seems...'

Scylla stretched her arms high overhead, then reached towards the stone ledge adjacent to the pool, retrieving a bar of scented soap.

She commenced to emulsify the soap between her hands.

Without averting her gaze, she began gliding her soapy hands over her arms and shoulders, while water continued to cascade from her body with each subtle movement.

Brandon observed silently, maintaining his relaxed posture against the pool's edge.

Scylla perceived his focused attention and emitted a soft, amused chuckle.

"Still captivated by the spectacle?" she jested, pivoting slightly to face him more directly.

"Your observation skills are hardly discreet," he retorted with a measured tone. "Most individuals would at least feign a semblance of modesty."

Scylla’s laughter ensued anew as she proceeded to cleanse her back and derrière, teasing, "You don’t appear to object to the view."

Brandon offered no denial. He simply continued to watch as she completed her ablutions.

A short while later, she turned back towards him and extended her hand, inquiring, "Would you care to assist me in washing my back?"

Glancing at the soap bar in her palm, Brandon inclined his head, declining, "There is no necessity. I merely wished for a brief immersion."

Furthermore, he found the soaps of this era to be rather unappealing, as their composition differed significantly from those of his future time.

"Then perhaps you could assist me with my back?"

An inquisitive expression crossed Brandon's face as he regarded the bar of soap in Scylla’s outstretched hand for a moment, before accepting it wordlessly.

"Turn around, please."

Scylla’s smile broadened as she slowly rotated in the water, presenting her toned back to him.

She placed her hands upon the pool’s stone rim, inclining her body slightly forward.

Brandon worked the soap between his palms until a rich, foamy lather was produced.

He then placed his hands upon her shoulders, applying firm pressure with his fingers onto the dense musculature situated there.

Scylla emitted a low, contented sound as he commenced to cleanse her back.

His hands glided downwards along the powerful contours of her back, delineating the deep muscle fibers alongside her spine and spreading the soap across her shoulder blades.

"Mmm..." Scylla hummed softly. "Your touch is more vigorous than I anticipated."

Brandon utilized his thumbs to knead the tense areas near her spine, eliciting a profound groan from her as he effectively relieved some of the lingering strain from their prior sparring session.

After a period, he rinsed her body with generous scoops of hot water, washing away the accumulated soap suds.

Scylla turned back to face him, a subtle flush gracing her cheeks from the warmth of the spring, stating, "You possess skilled hands, Kael. My gratitude."

With a sharp slap, Brandon struck her rear as she remained standing. The loud, wet sound reverberated through the courtyard. Scylla’s firm posterior jiggled from the impact, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

PAK!

Emerging from the spring, Brandon reached for one of the nearby towels.

Scylla followed him out of the water, one hand rubbing the stinging spot on her backside.

"Ouch... you certainly don't hold back, do you?" she murmured, continuing to tend to her sore rear. A vivid red handprint stood out starkly against her skin. "That one actually hurt."

Brandon cast a glance her way as he dried his hair with his towel.

Scylla picked up a towel, but merely let it rest loosely on her shoulder rather than wrapping it around herself.

"Let's have dinner together."

Brandon's gaze dropped, his mind pondering. 'Dinner here? Rheanne will only become enraged if I'm not sharing her bed.'

Noticing his pensive expression, she inquired, "What is it? Are you worried about gossip if people see the Goddess's companion leaving my residence late at night?"

Still dripping, she moved closer and poked his chest with a wet finger.

"Besides, I'm hardly the one who stumbled into a woman's private hot spring. You can't feign innocence now."

Brandon let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his damp hair. "Fine. Dinner sounds agreeable."

"But put some clothes on first. Or at the very least, secure that towel properly."