Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 383: Dream?

The audience was surprised to see Brandon suddenly rushing into the arena.

"Brandon Kael?"

"So the rumors were true?"

"She is actually his girlfriend?"

Brandon hurried forward, lowering himself beside Eira.

His hand slipped carefully behind her back, supporting her weight in his arms "Eira..."

Eira’s lashes fluttered, and when her eyes focused on his face, her lips trembled into a weak smile. "B-Brandon.. I am sorry... I couldn’t get to the finals."

He shook his head and wiped the blood from her face "No, no, it’s perfectly okay. Forget that; you did well."

He reached into his storage ring and pulled out a crystal vial.

The moment the cork popped, a soft herbal fragrance filled the space "Drink." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Eira obediently parted her lips, and he tilted the potion carefully, not to choke her.

Her wounds responded almost immediately as the bruises faded, cuts sealed, and her breathing steadied as the warmth spread through her body.

Her crushed hand twitched as bones began aligning themselves, and she winced in pain.

As the wounds on her began to heal, he turned his head and looked at the woman getting up from the rubble.

Dust fell from her clothes, and her purple eyes narrowed.

But before she could do anything-

A teacher descended onto the stage in front of her and extended her right arm.

At the same time, another instructor appeared before Brandon and raised her hand "Brandon Kael... this is still regulated ground. Interfering in an official match is a violation."

Brandon held Eira’s body tightly and looked at the woman who was behind the other instructor.

The woman scoffed lightly "Tch. Weaklings who step into the arena during a match-"

However, the teacher in front of her raised her hand to stop her from saying anything further.

"This match is terminated. Contestant Selena Heinrich’s team wins the match by official ruling."

Brandon’s gaze condensed ’Selena Heinrich...’

Selena glanced at Brandon for a moment, and a small smirk tugged at her lips before she turned and walked away.

Seeing this, Brandon’s eyes narrowed further ’Did she deliberately hurt Eira to provoke me...’

’Also, I don’t know why, I am getting a weird feeling in her presence.’

Shaking off his thoughts, he turned his attention to Eira.

His expression softened instantly "...You’re okay now," he murmured. "Just rest."

At this time, a small white butterfly fluttered into the arena and stayed on Brandon’s shoulder for a moment before flying away again against the arena lights.

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Inside the infirmary

Eira and Calistra are lying on the bed, while Brandon is sitting on the bed beside them.

Yverine was standing, leaning against the wall, while Elena and Dhayun were also in the room, sitting around the beds.

Staring at the ceiling, Calistra whispered "Ugh, we lost."

Eira blinked, eyes half-open and still tired from the ordeal.

She turned her head enough to look at Calistra, though her movements were stiff with lingering pain.

"...We did," she muttered softly. "And it hurts. Everywhere."

Brandon’s eyebrow twitched slightly, but everyone noticed.

Elena was the first to react "You got folded because you rushed in without thinking!"

Calistra pointed back, "Excuse me- someone had to create an opening!"

"You created a beating, not an opening," Elena countered with a deadpan stare.

Dhayun sighed, rubbing her temples "Girls... this is not the time to fight."

Yverine pushed off the wall and walked forward, placing a hand on Brandon’s shoulder "You both did well. Selena’s group wasn’t fighting to win. They were fighting to injure."

Eira stiffened slightly, "...I should’ve done better."

With a smile, Brandon responded "Eira, you already did well."

He raised his hand, brushing a strand of hair gently from her face.

Seeing the affection in his gaze, a soft blush caressed her cheek.

Calistra, still staring at the ceiling, muttered, "...Great. Now I feel even worse."

Yverine let out a soft sigh "Calistra, you’re alive. That’s a win considering how that girl fights."

Elena crossed her arms and replied "And she enjoyed it. I saw her face. She was enjoying and calculating how much she could break before someone stopped her."

The room fell quiet again.

"Can one of you hand me another healing potion?" Calistra whispered tiredly. "My ribs still feel like they’re auditioning for a percussion band."

Elena quickly took another healing potion and handed it to her.

Meanwhile, Brandon turned to look at Yverine and asked "Is it really okay to crush arms like this during the matches... I thought that amount of injury was not allowed."

Yverine sat beside him on the bed and replied "As long as the opponent is not lethally injured where their life is at stake, it’s perfectly fine."

"It’s nothing new... This has happened before; as long as you can cure it with potions and healers, the instructors won’t bat an eye."

Upon hearing this, his gaze lowered in thought "I see..."

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It was already midnight

Brandon was sleeping on the bed while being cushioned by the naked bodies of Florence and Yverine.

Florence slept on his left with one leg thrown over his hip, and Yverine was sleeping on his right with her hand resting on his chest.

However, suddenly his sleeping face shifted, and his eyebrow twitched faintly.

His hand gripped the sheets, and suddenly his eyes snapped open.

"Haa... Haa..." He quickly glanced around the room and frowned in confusion.

Seeing the sleeping faces of Florence and Yverine, he let out a deep sigh.

’What was that dream....’

Florence shifted slightly, nuzzling deeper against his shoulder with a sleepy sigh.

At this time, he heard a soft voice in the silence "Brandon?"

Hm? He turned his head and looked at Yverine, who was half asleep and her eyes were half closed.

"Yve? nothing..."

She looked at him for a moment before scooting closer and resting her head on his shoulder.

Her leg tangled with his and Florence’s, warm skin on warm skin, until she was tucked under his chin, cheek against his collarbone.

Brandon closed his eyes, let out a slow breath, and curled the arm under her tighter, pulling her in until her breasts pressed against his ribs.

His other hand found Florence’s thigh still draped over him and squeezed gently.

"I’m okay," he said quietly. "Just... a bad dream."

Yverine made a soft, sleepy sound of understanding and pressed a feather-light kiss to the hollow of his throat.

Brandon stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, letting their warmth seep into him, and pulled the quilt higher, which was covering the three of them.

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Morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm, gentle gold glow on the living room.

Brandon sat slouched on the couch and let out another long yawn, the kind that made his eyes water faintly.

Florence was sitting beside him, one leg casually crossed over the other, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts that barely reached her thighs.

She reached out and tapped his chin with a playful flick of her finger, "If you keep yawning like that, I’m going to start thinking you’re bored of us."

Brandon blinked slowly and leaned his cheek into his palm, eyes still half-closed. "I’m not bored. Just tired."

Elize entered the hall with her usual elegance with her hair neatly tied back, and a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

"...Did you not sleep well yesterday, dear?"

Brandon rubbed at his eyes with the back of his wrist, exhaling a tired sigh. "Something like that."

Elize hummed, set the coffee in front of him on the table, then glanced sideways at Florence with a look that could only be described as ’So? Explain.’

Florence stiffened and a faint blush rose in her cheeks. "W-Well, N-No, I mean-" she stammered as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"We... did have sex, but after that we just slept, right, Darling?"

Brandon nodded absentmindedly, eyes focused somewhere in the distance instead of either woman. "Yeah."

"It wasn’t that. Just... some bad dream." He paused, searching his memory with a frown. "I kept dreaming about some white place. Like... an empty field or sky. I don’t really know."

Elize and Florence exchanged a glance.

He leaned back into the couch cushions "And there were white butterflies, like dozens of them. Flying around me. I think something was talking to me, but..."

His brow tightened. "It was... muffled. I don’t remember much."

Elize raised an eyebrow "White butterflies? That’s quite weird."

He shrugged weakly and rubbed the back of his neck, expression unsure. "Yeah, I don’t know..."

Florence caressed his cheek and murmured "If you are still tired, take some more rest... today you don’t have any matches, right?"

"The finals are tomorrow."

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A.n: Sorry for late chap, I am working on another novel and it might come out later this week :)