Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 91: Don’t die

As the Arena six’s door opened, Brandon stepped in and saw Naevora sitting on the bench, wearing her usual sports bra and a jacket over it, showing her abdomen and muscles.

His gaze then flickered to the dark-skinned woman, taking pushups on the side.

She was wearing a sports bra and tights shorts with her blonde hair tied into a ponytail.

Naevora stood up from her seat and bowed her head "Oh Lord Herald, How honorable it is to have your divine presence in the same room as us lowly mortals."

Brandon shook his head helplessly and Naevora smiled as she collapsed back onto the bench, one leg crossing casually over the other "How is it going, Herald?"

He exhaled softly and walked over to the bench, settling down beside her with a grunt "Can you stop it?"

She leaned back casually "That news was really unexpected."

With a nod, he muttered "Yeah, unexpected to me too."

She tilted her head slightly "Well, I am happy my disciple is the Herald. You are now someone who is very important."

Brandon just stayed silent for a few moments before replying "Honestly, it’s kind of tiring."

Naevora’s gaze flickered to Yverine who is now standing up after her routine exersice "I guess so."

Yverine walked to Naevora with an indifferent look on her face "Master."

With a nod, Naevora glanced at Brandon "Today, she will be your sparring partner."

Brandon raised an eyebrow in surprise. Hm?

Naevora just smiled "You’re both my disciples now. You need to understand each other, measure each other, and grow together. And in this world, there’s no better way to do that than trading fists. So... sparring it is."

-_- Brandon’s eyes slowly narrowed into a deadpan stare. "You’re doing this on purpose."

Without waiting for her reply, he stood up with a sigh and removed his Academy blazer before throwing it on Naevora’s face.

The dark fabric hit her with a muffled fwump, momentarily covering her eyes.

She pulled it off slowly and her eyes twitched in frustration as she gave him an exasperated glare. "You cheeky brat..."

As he removed his shirt, he threw it again on her lap.

Taking the shirt, she muttered "Next time, we spare, I am dislocating your shoulder."

Yverine watched the whole exchange with a completely neutral expression, as though none of this banter between master and student registered as relevant to her.

Naevora looked to her next. "Yve, don’t use ether," she instructed. "But don’t hold back physically. I want him to feel what it’s like to fight someone above his level."

Yverine nodded without hesitation. "Understood."

-_- Brandon gave her a sidelong glare "You damn musclehead."

He then looked at Yverine and sized her up "...Uh, what rank are you?"

Yverine spoke in an unamused tone "B rank."

Brandon’s body tensed as even with ether, he could only defeat D-rank Aberrants and now he wants to fight a B rank awakener with experience?

’Well, fuck it...’

Naevora leaned back with her arms folded across her chest, clearly enjoying the show already "Try not to die,"

Brandon rolled his shoulders, settling into a loose stance "Thank you for the very helpful advice."

Across from him, Yverine stepped forward, and Brandon’s muscles tensed again.

Yverine moved.

Her foot hit the floor and the sound echoed like thunder.

Brandon barely had time to react and her figure blurred forward with explosive speed.

Her palm shot forward, targeting his chest.

He raised his arms to block, and when her strike connected, it was like being hit by a sledgehammer.

He slid back ten feet across the floor as his feet scraped against the polished surface.

Brandon’s breathing grew heavier as he stared at Yverine, who stood as still as a statue after that initial blow.

Her dark skin glistened faintly under the arena’s overhead lights. ƒreewebɳovel.com

The dull throb in Brandon’s forearms crawled up to his shoulders, and his wrists felt like they’d been smacked with iron rods.

But then again, this was without ether.

Brandon clenched his fists and took a stance again, as ether flowed through his body.

A pale blue shimmer flickered briefly around him, not enough to invoke a skill, but enough to stabilize his form.

Naevora leaned back on the bench with a raised brow, watching with mild curiosity. "Brandon... don’t try to win. Try to last."

Yverine didn’t wait for a reply and moved again.

This time, she came from the side as her body blurred and Brandon barely caught her movement.

He twisted his body and attempted to pivot into a deflection—but she anticipated it.

Her leg swept under him in a flawless arc, slamming against his calf.

His balance shattered.

Brandon grunted as his back slammed into the floo and the air burst out of his lungs in a wheeze.

"Urghhh!"

Yverine didn’t follow through and stepped back, giving him space to stand.

He coughed and forced himself up, ’Damn, she’s strong...’ he thought, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his ribs.

’At least nothing feels broken yet.’

He exhaled slowly and focused again.

The next exchange, he moved first.

He launched forward and ether flooding his legs to accelerate his movement.

He aimed for her midsection, twisting his torso for a precise, lightning-quick jab.

He could feel the force behind it, like compressed wind driving through his arm.

Yverine didn’t dodge.

She simply tilted her head and raised an arm.

Brandon’s punch connected with her forearm... and stopped dead.

It was like punching a stone pillar.

The impact ran back through his knuckles, rattling his elbow and nearly dislocating his shoulder.

Before he could recover, she counterattacked.

’Shit...’

A clean upward palm strike—bam!

Her hand smashed into his solar plexus and he was lifted off his feet, flying back.

He rolled across the floor like a ragdoll, skidding on his side before finally coming to a stop.

"Brandon." Naevora called from the bench, not in concern but in amusement. "You alive?"

"Barely," he groaned, pushing himself up onto one elbow as his face twisted in pain.

Yverine, silent as ever, didn’t move. She waited again.

The gap between them was large now, giving him a moment to breathe.

Brandon sat up, gasping slightly, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

He could feel bruises blooming across his ribs and abdomen.

Even enhanced, his body couldn’t absorb this much punishment for long.

Gritting his teeth, Brandon gathered the ether again.

Not just enhancing his strength or speed... he focused on control.

Reinforcing his core, his balance, his reflexes.

He stood again, and lifted his fists.

Yverine tilted her head slightly, and she raised an eyebrow in amusement ’The ether flow in his body changed.’

Naevora smiled in her heart ’He has such a good adaptive body; now his ether is in good control and flows good, rather than brute force.’

He dashed again and this time he didn’t go for her body directly.

Instead, he used his speed to get around her, shifting behind her left flank and throwing a feint... then another—before finally throwing a kick.

Yverine blocked again, but this time, he felt her weight shift.

He pivoted, twisted with the follow-through, and brought his elbow toward her temple.

She raised her arm and blocked it.

Before he could press the advantage, her knee slammed into his stomach.

His vision blacked for a second as the breath left him completely.

"Ugh." The blow lifted him again and he landed on his back like a sack of bricks.

Everything hurts now.

His spine screamed, his shoulders trembled, and his internal organs felt rearranged.

Yverine walked over slowly, stood above him and extended a hand.

He blinked up at her and almost in disbelief, he reached up and grasped her hand.

She pulled him up without effort.

He slowly made his way to the bench and sat on it "Haa... my body hurts."

Naevora nodded her head "That’s a good thing. Time for another round?"

"No."

He gently lowered himself and placed his head on her lap, feeling the warmth of her thighs "I need a moment’s rest."

Naevora just stayed silent and Yverine moved to her bag to take a cool drink for her.

Looking down at Brandon, Naevora spoke "This weekend, we are going to that Dungeon again to fight some D-rank Aberrants."

He shook his head "No, this weekend I am busy; maybe monday?"

She didn’t mind it and nodded her head "Alright."