Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

Huh?

Yverine was dumbfounded and turned around and saw him through the glass door "Brandon?"

Brandon also looked at her body through the glass door and was 'surprised' "Oh, I didn't know you also chose this bathroom, Sister Yve. What a coincidence."

Her eyebrow twitched in exasperation as she knew he was deliberately doing it "Get your own shower, you pervert."

Brandon smiled as he pulled off his t-shirt "Well, now that I am already here..."

Yverine was dumbfounded and, with a deep sigh, turned her head back to the shower.

Throwing the t-shirt on the laundry, he removed his short and his underwear before wearing a towel across his waist.

A few seconds later, the glass door opened and Brandon entered, "Sister Yve..."

Getting under the shower, he felt the cool drizzle of the water.

Before she could retort, he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist in a gentle, unexpected hug with his chest pressing against her back.

"Gotcha."

Yverine froze and her body tensed by his touch "Brandon, you idiot." she muttered and her hands hovered over his arms, unsure whether to push him away or lean into the hug.

She let out an exasperated sigh and let him hug her as they stood beneath the shower.

He leaned his chin against her shoulder and the water cascaded over them.

His fingers played across her abs, feeling her muscles, and he gently dipped his finger in her belly button, teasing her.

Yverine's body tensed again and she muttered "Behave or I will kick you out."

"Hmm..." Humming under his breath, he looked at her breasts and saw her dark red nipples glistening in the water.

He hugged her closer and his chin brushed against her wet shoulder "After an intense spar, it feels good to bathe together with you like this..."

Yverine lowered her head and murmured "The only reason I let you in is because we already shared a bath before."

With a chuckle, he replied "That shows how close we are now."

"Do you remember in the starting days, you were cold and distant? But now I am enjoying more time with you, Sister Yve... teasing you is so fun."

Hearing this, Yverine's gaze quivered, and a slow smile appeared on her lips.

He hugged her tighter and uttered "Since childhood, I have always wanted a cheerful Sister who plays with me, jokes with me, messes around, and banters with me."

Hm? Yverine looked down at his hand playing with her abs and muttered "You do have a sister, though?"

He smiled dryly "No, since childhood, she has hated me. Hahaha, when I was young, I was envious of others having great siblings."

"Maybe that's why I was so attached to Dhayun."

"After middle school, I don't have Dhayun either... and I always wanted a sibling."

"And now I have you, Sister Yve... I like being with you so much."

Hearing his honest words and the affection in his voice made Yverine's heart flutter.

She turned her head slightly and looked back at him with a small, soft smile "I also like being with you, Brandon."

"At first, I was annoyed that my dumbass Master accepted a male disciple, but now I think it was a good choice."

Hearing this, he let out a chuckle and she continued, "And that too someone who is not disgusted by my skin color."

Huh? Brandon was quite irritated upon hearing this and pinched her abdomen "Why would you talk about yourself like that, Sister Yve?"

"You are so beautiful..."

She winced slightly in pain and he spoke "Sister Yve, don't ever say stuff like that."

Noticing the anger and care in his tone, she lowered her head "I am sorry."

Brandon's shoulders sagged a little as he let out a long sigh "Haa... you suddenly ruined the good mood." he muttered, rubbing his hand against her abs, soothing his pinch.

Yverine didn't respond right away.

She leaned slightly back into him, letting her head gently rest against his collarbone and her voice was a faint whisper when she finally spoke.

"I didn't mean to ruin it… I just… I'm not used to people seeing me like you do."

Brandon's arms tightened around her again, not because he was angry, but because he didn't know what else to do "Then get used to it."

Yverine closed her eyes and let herself be held, and the warmth of his words washed over her more than the bath ever could.

A few seconds later, Brandon reached for the body wash on the ledge and asked "Sister Yve, should I clean your body like last time?"

She turned her head and nodded with a faint smile "Hm, Sure...."

He squeezed a generous amount of body wash into his palms as he rubbed his hands together, making the soap into a frothy lather.

He started with her hands and his fingers wrapped gently around her wrists as he guided them under the spray.

The lather coated her skin, washing away the faint traces of sweat and dust from their spar.

The water rinsed away the lather in soft rivulets, revealing the smooth, dark skin beneath.

His gaze softened as he moved to her upper arms.

His hands traced the contours of her biceps, lathering the firm muscles, and the soap glided smoothly.

Brandon's hands moved lower, gliding over the curve of her waist and his fingers brushed against the taut muscles of her abdomen.

The soap coated her skin, and he traced the defined lines of her abs with slow, deliberate strokes.

The water streamed over her stomach, rinsing away the lather in soft rivulets, and he couldn't help but pause, his thumbs brushing lightly over the smooth, toned surface.

Yverine was quite embarrassed as she realized that he is admiring her abs.

His fingers squeezed her waist as he continued to lather her abdomen, his fingers tracing the contours of her muscles with care.

His hands moved carefully, lightly brushing against her chest as he began to lather the soap over her skin.

His fingers cupped her breasts, the lather gliding smoothly over her dark skin, and he couldn't help but notice the softness and weight of them under his hands.

He gently squeezed her breasts, ensuring the soap cleaned every inch.

The water streamed over her, rinsing away the lather in soft rivulets, and he felt her body relax under his touch.

His thumbs brushed lightly over her dark red nipples, twirling them gently in the lather, and Yverine's breath caught again with a soft sound that was nearly drowned out by the water.

Her body tensed for a brief moment before relaxing and she turned her head to look back at him.

Then, without thinking, he gave a sudden, firm squeeze, feeling her flesh mold under his palms.

"Haangh..." Yverine's eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp as her hands instinctively grabbed his wrists, though she didn't pull away.

"Brandon!"

He froze as he met her gaze, "Uh… too much? I mean, it's okay, right? I'm just… being thorough."

Her ears burned red and she gave a slight nod "Hm..."