Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 417: Leaving the rupture

Glancing around at the devastation in the snow, Naevora was shook.

The rupture zone looked like a battlefield with craters gouged deep into the frozen earth, black veins of dried blood spiderwebbing across the white expanse.

Shattered blood spears jutted from the ground at odd angles, some still faintly glowing with dying crimson ether before crumbling into red dust

"Honestly, I am surprised you managed to kill her."

Brandon who was standing beside her, smiled playfully "Are you proud of your disciple?"

Turning to look at him, her gaze softened "I definitely am. You also protected me with your life on the line."

Upon hearing this, he just grinned "You also protected me in the past..."

As he spoke, he wrapped his arm around her neck "Come on, let’s kill all the aberrants and leave the rupture."

With a nod, she replied "You don’t have to fight from here on... I will kill them."

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Small cracks started forming in the space around them as thin, jagged fissures that looked like fractures in glass.

Crack.

One fracture branched out rapidly, creating a web-like pattern that expanded across the entire landscape.

The cracks deepened until and with a deafening *shatter*, the space around them collapsed entirely.

The distorted world of the rupture disintegrated instantly, and they were abruptly thrown back into their familiar surroundings.

Fresh air rushed in, and Brandon took a deep breath as the cool night breeze washed over him "We’re out..."

Stretching his arms above his head, he let out a deep sigh. "Let’s go and dip in the bathhouse together, Come on, Naevora."

She shot him a glare, and her eyes narrowed dangerously "Together? Brat, we aren’t bathing together."

Brandon shrugged his arm "What’s the problem? I have seen you naked anyway."

She punched him lightly in the stomach, making him grunt in pain and double over slightly.

"That was to save you, pervert" she hissed, but her cheeks turned a shade of pink despite her glare. "Now come on."

"Yes, yes, master." he wheezed, still grinning despite the ache, before straightening up.

As she walked ahead of him, he quickly caught up with her.

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They walked in silence down the snow-covered path back toward the bathhouse.

Snowflakes drifted lazily around them, catching in Naevora’s dark hair as she gazed up at the starry sky.

Soon, they reached the bathhouse steps. The wooden porch had been swept clean of snow with a small lantern swaying gently above the entrance.

The faint sound of water bubbling drifted from inside.

Naevora paused at the sliding door with her hand on the frame "Separate baths,"

Brandon raised both hands in mock surrender "Separate baths. Got it."

As Brandon and Naevora stepped through the sliding wooden door of the bathhouse, the warmth of the indoor rushed in.

The elderly bathhouse owner was already waiting just inside the entryway, wiping her hands on her apron.

She bowed slightly as they entered, "Come in. Good thing I have the bath prepared. I kept the water hot, just in case you two came back late."

"Please, take your time and soak properly," she said, gesturing toward the hallway that led to the private baths.

"Towels, yukata, and fresh clothes are already laid out in the changing room. I’ll prepare dinner while you bathe."

Naevora gave a small nod "We appreciate it."

The old woman waved a hand dismissively, already turning toward the kitchen.

"No need for thanks."

With that, she disappeared down the side corridor, humming a soft, old tune under her breath.

Brandon and Naevora exchanged a brief glance and walked down the polished wooden hallway toward the private baths.

Naevora glanced at him sideways and turned toward the women’s side door.

Brandon watched her leave and then turned toward the men’s side with a sigh.

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With a towel wrapped snugly around her body, Naevora sat in the private hot spring bath, knees drawn up slightly and her arms resting along the smooth stone edge.

The water steamed gently around her, curling upward in lazy spirals.

She leaned back against the cool stone wall and tilted her head toward the open ceiling, where snowflakes drifted lazily down, melting the instant they touched the rising steam.

The frown on her face deepened, ’Mother... you really tried to lay your finger on him even after my warnings.’

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the steam and the soft lapping of water against stone wash over her.

’I don’t think you can escape the wrath of the Fleurdys sisters.’

A deep sigh escaped her lips, carrying the weight of years of resentment, buried pain, and the quiet anger she rarely let surface.

Her mother had always treated people like tools or disposable parts in whatever grand design she pursued.

Naevora herself had been one of those tools once. Her little sister had been another... until she wasn’t.

And now Brandon.

The boy she’d taken as a disciple to shield him from exactly this kind of fate.

She opened her eyes again, staring at the drifting snow through the open roof.

She sank a little deeper into the water, letting the heat seep into her muscles, loosening the tension.

A faint smile touched her lips as she remembered Brandon ’Brat...’

But at this time, she heard the sliding noise of the door and turned her head

Brandon stepped inside with a towel wrapped low around his waist, and he paused just inside the doorway, blinking as if he’d walked into the wrong room.

-_- Her lips twitched in exasperation ’This guy...’

He looked at Naevora in ’confusion’ "What the hell? I am sure I entered the men’s bathhouse. Strange."

He walked forward casually, glancing around at the private onsen as if truly puzzled "Well, since I am already here..."

He glanced at Naevora in the corner of his eyes and saw her glaring at him ’Oh, she is pissed.’

"Hey there, Master..."

Before she could respond, he lowered himself into the hot spring beside her, water rippling outward as he settled onto the submerged stone bench.

The heat immediately soaked into his muscles, chasing away the last of the cold and ache from the fight.

Naevora stared at him, "You have approximately three seconds to explain why you’re in the women’s bath,"

Brandon leaned back against the stone, spreading his arms along the edge, completely at ease. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Simple. The men’s side was... occupied. By ghosts. Very territorial ghosts. I didn’t want to disturb them."

Naevora’s glare intensified.

"Try again."

He shrugged, water sloshing softly around his chest. "Fine. Truth is... I missed you. And the water looked warmer over here."

She stared at him for a long moment "Try again."

With a deep sigh, he replied "Alright, I came here to bathe with my beautiful master."

"Pervert."

"Well, I am."

Naevora huffed and turned to look up at the starry sky.

Brandon chuckled and moved closer to her, their knees brushing underwater.