Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 627: His body...

After Brandon disappeared upstairs with Camille still draped over his shoulder, the living room remained quiet for a few moments.

Naevora stood up, smoothed the front of her clothes, and gave the remaining women a brief nod before walking out of the room without a word.

Kiera followed soon after.

She rose from the couch a little too quickly and muttered something vague about needing air before making her own exit.

That left Eira, Yverine, Dhayun, Jiyeon, and Selene clustered together near the end of the couch.

Eira leaned in toward Yverine, saying something under her breath that made the other woman shake her head with a reluctant smile.

Dhayun and Jiyeon exchanged a look and both covered their mouths as they tried to hold back soft laughter.

Selene, still not entirely sure what she had missed, looked between them with curious eyes.

A few more quiet comments passed between the group.

Then, one by one, they stood up as well.

Still giggling softly among themselves, the five of them left the living room together, their voices fading as they moved down the hall.

Only Ravene, Elize, Florence, and Charlotte remained on the long couch.

Rheanne, who had been standing near the entrance since she and Brandon came downstairs walked over with unhurried steps and sat down among them.

The four women stiffened slightly the moment she sat.

Rheanne’s presence still carried an unmistakable aura that none of them could fully ignore, even after everything.

After a second, though, each of them offered her a small, polite smile.

Rheanne looked at the four women seated around her.

"I wanted to speak with you privately," she muttered softly.

"It’s about Kael."

Hm? Ravene raised an eyebrow while Elize’s expression grew more serious. Charlotte simply watched her without blinking.

Rheanne continued "His body is deteriorating..."

"Huh?" Florence was confused for a moment as she asked "What do you mean... deteriorating?"

Charlotte’s eyes quivered hearing her words ’Deteriorating?’

Elize and Ravene were also puzzled "What are you... saying."

Rheanne gave a faint nod "I mean exactly that. His physical body is breaking down."

"It is not an illness in the normal sense, and ordinary healing or anything of that kind is not working on him. Even after he became my apostle... the process never stopped."

Ravene quickly shook her head "That’s not possible. His body is very adaptive... I have run tests on him."

"His body is very healthy and... as Selene was saying earlier, even before you met him, he was still young."

"It was because of his adaptive body and cells. He is like... immortal, a perfect vessel. How could that be..."

Rheanne listened without interrupting "I know what his body is capable of. I have seen it more closely than almost anyone. That is exactly why this is so unnatural."

She folded her hands lightly in her lap "His adaptive nature is real and his cells regenerate. His vessel has endured centuries of strain that should have destroyed any normal human or awakener long ago."

"But his body is... simply different because of the experiments done on him."

Elize’s fingers curled slightly against the fabric of her dress "...Marzella."

Turning to her, Rheanne gave a slow nod "He told me everything about it..."

"I think... what makes him unique is also what’s destroying him."

"We attempted to make him a Lesser Divinity... but the world consciousness refused to recognize him. No matter what method we used, the world itself rejected the elevation."

"It was as if he simply did not exist within its system of acknowledgment."

She lowered her gaze for a moment "I... am at a complete loss as to what to do or where I can find the cure for him."

"That’s why I was waiting till he reaches the present... so I can finally meet you, Ravene."

Huh? Ravene was taken aback "M-Me?"

With a faint smile, Rheanne replied "I am aware you are a genius in etheric science. And you have already studied Brandon’s physique... so I hope you can find something."

Ravene was quiet for a moment before she gave a determined nod "I will look into it."

Florence clutched her temple in distress "When did this... even start? This body-decaying thing? Is it at a critical stage?"

Meanwhile, Charlotte was silent as various thoughts churned in her mind ’Kael’s body is... what to do? What to do?’

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Hot water streamed down from the showerhead, filling the spacious bathroom with steam.

The glass walls were already fogged over, blurring the rest of the room into soft shapes.

Brandon and Camille stood under the spray with her arms wrapped firmly around his neck.

Her soft, full breasts were crushed firmly against his wet chest, letting the warm flesh flatten and shift with every small movement.

Water ran down the curve of her back and between their bodies in continuous rivulets.

Brandon’s hands were locked on her ass.

He squeezed both cheeks as his fingers sank deep into the soft, wet flesh before pulling her hips flush against him so that the heat of her bare pussy pressed directly against his thigh and lower stomach.

"Haaah..." Camille let out a muffled sound into his mouth as he kneaded her ass roughly, spreading the cheeks slightly under his grip before squeezing them together again.

She sucked on his lower lip, then his upper lip, before pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Brandon’s hand slid down from her ass and gripped the back of her thigh.

Gently, he lifted her leg, hooking it up against his hip.

Camille’s breath caught against his mouth as the new position forced her body even tighter against him.

He reached between them with his other hand, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft of his cock and angling the head against her pussy.

As he rubbed the tip up and down through her wetness for a brief moment, he immediately felt the warmth of her outer lips.

Then he began to push in.

The thick head of his cock stretched her open slowly.

Camille’s mouth fell open against his in a shaky, broken moan as the first inch sank into her tight pussy.

"Hnnngh..." She whimpered against his lips and her raised thigh trembled in his grip as he kept pushing deeper.

The tight, silky walls of her pussy clenched and fluttered around every thick inch he gave her.

"Ha..." Brandon continued the slow slide until finally his hips met hers and the entire length of his cock was buried to the hilt inside her.

The head pressed deep against her innermost point, filling her completely.

Camille’s breath came in short, uneven pants against his mouth.

"... It feels incredible, Master."

Smiling, he kissed her lips "How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

Camille’s fingers dug into the back of his neck and shoulders "But you are my Master... you own me. And I love calling you that."

Her nails scraped lightly over his wet skin "Master... more."