Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 151: It’s no big deal

The chilling shower washed over his body as Brandon stood under the shower.

The water flowed down his body, tracing the contours of his back, shoulders, and arms before gathering at his feet and spiraling into the drain.

His mind spiraled in thought as he thought about the things he heard from Elize yesterday.

Marzella.

The experiments.

The truth of his origin.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to control his thoughts.

Moments later, he opened his eyes and tilted his head back, allowing the last few moments of the shower to wash over his face one final time before he reached for the knob and turned it off. freewёbnoνel.com

Brandon stepped out of the glass shower, droplets still clinging to his skin. He reached for the towel hanging nearby and wrapped it loosely around his waist, the fabric soaking up the water.

As he came out of the shower glass, he looked at Ravene standing beside the sink with a towel in her hand.

"Ravene."

"Come here, let me dry you."

He walked over, and she stepped closer, raising the towel and gently pressing it against his shoulders.

She dried his hair first, ruffling it gently with the towel as she stood on her toes slightly to reach.

"Hold still,"

Brandon stood patiently and a faint smile appeared on his lips as he watched her focus.

Ravene stepped back slightly, lowering the towel to his arms.

She glided the fabric along his biceps, tracing the lean muscles with care.

The towel moved to his chest, and she pressed it against his skin, wiping away the water that still clung to him.

She stepped back, her eyes flicking over him before she knelt slightly, lowering the towel to his thighs.

"Careful down there," Brandon teased, as he caught her glance.

His hand reached out, resting lightly on her head, his fingers threading through her hair in a gentle, affectionate pat.

Ravene looked up at him, her smile widening as she pressed the towel a little firmer against his thigh, rubbing in slow circles. "What? I’m just being thorough,"

Hearing this, Brandon was amused and removed the towel from his waist.

His dick directly came into her view and he moved her head to his dick "Clean here too, please."

Placing the towel down, she raised both of her hands to hold the cock in her palm "Hm.. I will clean here too."

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Brandon rushed down the stairs and as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, his eyes immediately landed on Elize, her back turned to him as she stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up with her hands immersed in warm water as she rinsed the dishes.

The soft clink of porcelain and the gentle rush of running water filled the space, accompanied by the hum of a nearby kettle warming on the stove.

He stepped forward without hesitation and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his cheek gently brushing her shoulder as he murmured, "Aunt Elize."

Elize paused and asmile bloomed on her lips as she leaned back into his embrace "Kael..."

She glanced over her shoulder and saw the Academy uniform he was wearing.

"Oh," she said, turning a little to face him more directly, "already dressed for the Academy."

Brandon nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I’m leaving early today. I didn’t want to miss the review before the exams."

He leaned forward and gave her cheek a deep kiss, his hand still resting on her waist. "See you later, Aunt Elize."

But just as he was about to pull away, Elize turned quickly and caught his wrist, her fingers wrapping around it with gentle urgency.

"Wait, Kael," she muttered in a soft tone.

He blinked and turned his head to her, confusion fluttering across his face "Hm?"

She hesitated for a moment.

Then, slowly, she stepped in and leaned toward him.

Her movements were hesitant, as though second-guessing herself even as her heart pushed her forward.

Her lips brushed against his lips in a soft peck... just a gentle kiss.

Brandon blinked as if his brain hadn’t quite caught up with what had just happened and his heartbeat quickened.

"...Aunt Elize?"

Elize’s cheeks flushed pink, but she quickly covered it with a light laugh and reached up to ruffle his hair, deflecting his reaction with the air of casual familiarity.

"What? Why are you acting like that? I usually kiss your cheek; now it’s your lips. Just a little peck. We’re so close, it’s no big deal," she said with a teasing smile.

Brandon snapped out of his daze and slowly nodded, "Yeah... sure... then..."

He leaned forward again and Elize was a bit taken aback.

But as he moved his lips closer to hers, she instinctively closed her eyes for the kiss.

His lips touched hers again and he instantly felt the soft texture of her red cherry lips.

As he slowly pulled back, he looked into her beautiful blonde eyes.

"I’m leaving now," he said gently, giving her a soft look.

Elize’s gaze lowered slightly "Hm. Good luck on your exams."

He gave her a nod and quickly stepped out of the kitchen.

The moment the front door closed, a sharp breath escaped from Elize’s lips.

She gripped the edge of the sink tightly, her entire body trembling as though the breath she had been holding finally gave out.

"Haa... Haa..." she panted, her legs nearly giving in under her.

She stumbled back, pressing her palms against the edge of the counter, her towel falling from her hand into the sink with a quiet splash.

Her face was flushed a deep, burning red... ears, cheeks, even the base of her throat blushing with heat.

She brought one trembling hand up to her face, pressing her palm against her forehead, then dragging it down until it covered her mouth.

"...What the hell... why did I do that?" she whispered in disbelief.

She stared blankly at the counter before her, the soap bubbles slowly draining away down the sink.

"I kissed him..." she muttered to herself, "I actually kissed him..."

Her knees buckled slightly, and she slid down against the counter until she was sitting on the floor.

"...I’m such an idiot."

But in that moment she felt something that she hadn’t felt in years.

A comfort. A joy.

A kind of closeness that filled the hollow part of her chest like spring sun after a long, cruel winter.

And that was exactly what scared her.

"...What the hell am I doing?" she whispered again, closing her eyes and curling further into herself, lost in the haze of tangled feelings and the growing realization that the lines she had drawn between guardian and boy... had quietly begun to blur.

And once blurred... they would never be the same again.

At this time, Ravene entered the kitchen and was dumbfounded to see Elize sitting on the floor "The fuck? What are you doing down there? Is the pipe broken or something?"

Elize looked up at Ravene...

"...Ravene."