Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 406: Rupture Zone [2]

The woman led them through a narrow hallway behind the counter.

She slid open a fusuma door at the end of the corridor, revealing a modest and clean guest room.

"It’s small," she said with an apologetic bow, "but the futons are fresh, and the kotatsu is warm."

The room was traditional and cozy with tatami mats underfoot, a low kotatsu table in the center with a thick quilt draped over it, and two neatly folded futons stacked in the corner.

A small window overlooked the snow-covered garden, and a single lantern cast a soft amber glow.

A clothes rack stood by the door, and a tiny electric kettle sat on a shelf with cups and instant tea.

Naevora stepped in first, "It’s perfect. Thank you."

The woman’s smile widened "Adventurers like you keep us safe. It’s the least I can do."

She gestured to a small door at the side. "Private bath access is through here. Towels and yukata are in the basket."

She bowed again "Dinner will be ready shortly. Please make yourselves at home."

With that, she slid the door closed, leaving them alone.

Naevora removed her coat, hanging it on the rack and Brandon quietly moved to the window.

Sitting on the floor, he gazed at the falling snowflakes.

Naevora watched him for a moment, then walked over and sat beside him.

She tucked her legs beneath her, resting her hands on her knees, and joined him in staring out at the snow.

Neither spoke for several minutes.

A soft knock broke the silence.

The bathhouse owner slid the door open with a warm smile, carrying a lacquered tray laden with steaming bowls of nabe, rich broth bubbling with vegetables, tofu, thin slices of pork, and mushrooms, alongside bowls of rice, pickled vegetables, and hot tea.

"Dinner," she muttered gently. "Nothing fancy, but it’ll warm you up."

Brandon turned from the window, offering a grateful nod "Thank you. It smells amazing." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The woman set the tray on the low table, arranging everything neatly before bowing and retreating with a quiet "Itadakimasu."

They moved to the table, sitting opposite each other on cushions. The nabe pot was placed on a portable heater to keep it simmering.

Brandon ladled broth into their bowls, and both of them began to eat silently.

Naevora added more vegetables to his bowl without asking while he poured tea for her.

Halfway through, Brandon glanced up. "This is good."

She nodded, blowing gently on a piece of tofu "Japanese dishes are great..."

They finished the meal slowly, savoring the warmth. When the bowls were empty, Brandon stacked them neatly on the tray.

The snow continued to fall outside.

Naevora stood first, stretching slightly "We should rest. Dawn comes early."

Brandon nodded, standing up as well. "Yeah."

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When the futons were ready, Naevora reached for the lantern switch, dimming the light until only the faint glow from the window remained, with the snow still falling silently outside.

They slipped under the quilts, and for a moment, they lay on their backs, staring at the dark ceiling.

Then Brandon rolled toward her.

He moved without hesitation, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.

Naevora stiffened for a moment before letting out a sigh.

She turned around to look at him with a dry giggle "Always wants to get spoiled..."

Brandon snuggled closer, brushing his nose against her collarbone. "It’s not like this is our first time sleeping together."

With a helpless smile, she reached for the strap of her tank top and tugged it down slightly, exposing a bit more cleavage in the dim light filtering through the window.

"Come on, then."

Brandon nuzzled his face into her breasts with a contented sigh and hugged her waist tightly.

Naevora patted his head gently, "Such a pervert," she said, though there was fondness in her tone. "But at least you’re honest about your pervertedness."

His voice was muffled against her breasts as he muttered "You know that I have been infatuated with your breasts since day one."

As he spoke, his hand slid up from her waist, cupping one breast through the thin fabric and giving it a slow squeeze.

Her gaze squinted "Brat... you are extra bold today."

Brandon just hummed in agreement, squeezing again before pressing a lazy kiss to the exposed skin above her neckline.

She looked down at him for a moment and her gaze softened in affection.

She shifted beneath the quilt, tangling her legs with his until they were completely intertwined.

Her arms wrapped around him tighter, pulling him closer so his face sank even deeper into the plush warmth of her breasts.

He let out a muffled, happy sigh, nuzzling without shame.

Naevora’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding him there "Good night."

"Yes, Master. Love you."

She froze for a split second, then flicked his ear.

"Shut up and sleep."

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Morning light filtered softly through the paper screens, casting gentle patterns across the tatami floor.

Brandon stirred slowly and he reached out instinctively for the familiar warmth beside him, but his hand met only empty space.

He blinked sleepily, sitting up with a yawn. The quilt slid down his chest as he rubbed his eyes.

Across the room, Naevora was standing in front of a small standing mirror in the corner, wearing only a loose yukata that had slipped off one shoulder.

Her gaze trembled looking at the bite marks above her chest and collarbone ’This jerk...’

Brandon stood without thinking, still half-asleep, and walked over to her.

He slid his arms around her waist from behind, and his hands, moving on pure morning instinct, rose to cup her breasts through the yukata, squeezing gently.

"Morning, Nae," he mumbled into her hair.

Naevora’s lips twitched in frustration.

She turned around in his arms and grabbed his ear, twisting it.

"Uhh.." He winced slightly in pain and looked at her "Naevora?"

"Brat," she hissed, pointing accusingly at the marks on her collarbone and chest. "What is this?"

Brandon, still groggy, blinked down at where she pointed.

His sleepy brain took a second to process. Then, without thinking, he poked one of the hickeys lightly with his finger.

"My master’s plushy big boobs,"

Naevora’s eye twitched "NOT THAT. This mark here!"

He tilted his head like a confused puppy, squinting at the marks as if seeing them for the first time "Nae dear? Who bit you?"

She pulled his ear "It’s you, bastard."

He scratched his neck and let out a yawn "Haa... maybe I am."

Naevora stared at him in disbelief "Maybe?! There are three of them! In very specific places! You were practically drooling on me in your sleep!"

Brandon’s grin turned downright smug despite the ear-twisting "Sounds like past-me had excellent taste."

Naevora let go with a huff, crossing her arms under her chest.

Brandon stretched lazily, completely unbothered and walked to the bathroom "Relax, Master. They suit you."

She quickly crouched down and took the pillow, throwing it at him.

*poof* The pillow hit his head and he stumbled for a moment before turning around with a smile "Love you too."

Naevora turned back to the mirror, muttering under her breath about "impossible brats" while secretly fighting a smile.