Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 382: To the finals?
Eh? Professor?
Florence’s smile turned a little sheepish, and she took a step forward to him "I want to become a professor at Solvyrn Academy..."
He stared at her in surprise for a moment before asking "Why suddenly? What happened, Florence?"
Sitting beside him on the bed, she leaned on his shoulder "I already told you, Kael... I am going to step back from being one of the Five Great Houses..."
"So, I thought if I just sit idle, I will be bored... but if I join the Academy as a teacher, I can watch you and Eira."
"I think it will be a new experience for me."
Brandon was quiet for a long moment, just looking at her.
He reached up, gently removed the glasses, and set them on the nightstand.
Then he cupped her face with both hands, stroking his thumbs along her cheekbones.
"Do as you wish, dear."
Upon hearing this, a big smile appeared on her lips, and she moved forward to hug him.
"Thank you very much, darling."
With a chuckle, he hugged her back and placed a kiss on her head.
She pulled back just far enough to look at him, eyes shining with relief and joy, and kissed him soft and sweet and full of everything she couldn’t quite say.
When they finally parted, she whispered, "I love you."
Brandon smiled and stole one more gentle kiss.
"I know," he said. "Now come here, Professor. Let me show you exactly how much I love you..."
Florence’s delighted laughter filled the room as he rolled them both down onto the bed, her skirt riding high, stockings whispering against the sheets...
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*sleesh*
Brandon turned his head, dodging the sword slash as the blade hissed past his skin.
The bustling arena rang around him, and the students cheered his name.
His opponent didn’t pause. Her boots slid forward, and she swung again, ether flickering faintly along the edge of her sword.
Brandon calmly shifted his weight and stepped into the attack instead of away from it.
His hand caught her wrist and with a smooth twist, he redirected her momentum, and her fingers instinctively loosened.
*clang* The sword hit the tile floor, echoing through the arena.
She attempted to recover, stepping back, but Brandon was already moving.
His elbow tapped her shoulder, and she stumbled two steps back, losing her balance.
Silence hovered for a breath.
Her gaze dropped to her fallen sword, then slowly lifted to meet his eyes.
With a deep breath she spoke softly "...I concede."
The crowd ignited, and cheers shook the stands.
"BRANDON! BRANDON! BRANDON!"
Students leaned over the railing, uniforms fluttering while some were cheering and some were recording.
Brandon offered his opponent a hand, and after a brief hesitation, she accepted it, gripping firmly before stepping back.
At that time, a loud impact tore through the noise.
THUD-!
Elena’s fist was still extended from the strike she had just delivered.
Her opponent flew backward, skidding across the tiles before collapsing with a groan.
The referee rushed over, stunned for a moment before turning "Brandon and Elena’s team wins!"
Gasps, excitement, and murmurs rippled through the arena.
Brandon glanced around the arena and was dumbfounded to see girls waving large banners.
Dozens of girls in the stands waving oversized banners like they were at a celebrity concert.
Some had his name painted in glitter, others had embarrassing hand-drawn portraits of him.
One banner even had a chibi version of him flexing with the words "BRANDON KAEL, STEP ON US!"
He froze "...What?"
The crowd didn’t care. They screamed louder the moment he looked in their direction.
A group of girls in the corner even tossed confetti.
His eyelid twitched ’This is getting ridiculous...’
With a helpless sigh, he turned away and approached Elena, who dusted off her skirt.
Brandon lifted his hand and she slapped her palm into his palm for a firm dab, leaning in slightly "Another victory."
He huffed a little laugh "Yeah. Though it’s just the fanbase..."
Elena glanced around in amusement. "Oh, I noticed. Half the arena is here for entertainment. Also-" she turned her chin toward one banner with a dry smile, "-that one with your face kissing mine? You might want to take care of your fan club before it becomes a cult."
Brandon stared at the banner "...I regret ever stepping into this academy."
"Hahahaha."
They began walking toward the rest area, and several students leaned over the rails, calling out his name, and one girl even yelled.
"BRANDON, PLEASE HAVE MY BABIES!"
He did not react and pretended it didn’t happen.
As they reached the edge of the arena, Elena crossed her arms "We’re closing in on the first-year finals. Who do you think we’ll face?"
Brandon smiled gently "Well... I hope we can fight Eira’s team in the finals."
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But reality was different...
Brandon stood in the VIP room with his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Every instinct in him screamed to move and intervene. Yet he stood frozen, forced to watch in horror.
Elena’s gaze trembled as she closed her mouth with her palm in terror "E-Eira..."
Dhayun’s gaze condensed in shock "...Who is that?"
Meanwhile, Yverine turned her gaze and looked at Brandon in worry.
In the arena, Eira was on the ground with blood smearing her face and bruises all over her arms and face.
Her breathing was ragged, but her eyes still burned with stubborn refusal.
Calistra was lying unconscious on the side with a bloodied face and her lips are split with wounds as smoke gently vented out of her body.
Seeing the arena like this sent a chill through the watching students.
Many stared in shaken silence.
But the seniors, who have long been accustomed to such things, just stared with a stoic expression.
A woman was standing in front of Eira, her black hair fluttering gently in the evening wind.
Her purple eyes glowed faintly as she stared at Eira, who was twitching in pain on the floor "...Just give up."
Eira shook her head and crawled to the gun beside her.
Her fingers brushed the handle "I-I need to go to the finals..."
CRUNCH!
The woman’s boot slammed down on Eira’s hand, grinding bone and flesh into the stone floor.
"Arghhhh..." A sickening sound echoed, followed by Eira’s strangled cry as her fingers bent unnaturally beneath the pressure.
"You can’t win anyway..." the woman murmured in a nonchalant tone.
Seeing that Eira is not giving up, the woman increased the pressure and was about to crush her hand-
*THOOM*
In the next instant, the woman was blasted away from the arena and crashed into the sidewall of the arena.
*CRASH.*
The pillar shattered, stone fragments scattering across the ground as her body slumped among the rubble.
Gasps filled the arena and the students’ eyes widened in surprise as they glanced at the young man standing in the center of the arena.
Huh? Elena turned and saw Brandon was missing. "When did he..."
