Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 415: A spark of warmth in the cold [2]

Brandon blinked slowly as he regained his consciousness.

His face was buried deep between Naevora’s full breasts, the soft, warm mounds pressed firmly against his cheeks.

One of her arms was draped loosely over his back, fingers resting against his spine, while her other hand lay palm-up near his head, as if she’d been stroking his hair while he slept.

Glancing around slightly, he realized that he was in the tent.

A low, muffled sigh escaped his lips as he exhaled directly into the valley of her cleavage.

The warm breath ghosted across her skin, making her nipple pebble instantly against his cheek.

Naevora glanced down at him "You wake?"

Brandon nuzzled deeper for one shameless second, savoring the softness, the warmth, and the steady rhythm of her heart against his face.

Then he tilted his head just enough to look up at her.

Her eyes gazed down at him, and he gave a nod "Yeah..."

He leaned up a little, shifting higher until he could bury his face against the curve of her neck.

His arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

"Are we still inside the rupture?" he murmured against her skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Naevora adjusted herself beneath him and gave a nod "Mhm."

Since a rupture can’t be cleared unless you eliminate every aberrant inside, they came here prepared with a tent and food.

She shifted again, letting him settle more comfortably between her breasts, his cheek pillowed against the soft swell.

Looking down at him, she murmured "Are you hungry, or do you want some more rest?"

Brandon let out a low hum, nuzzling closer until his nose brushed the underside of her breast.

"I am quite hungry..."

Naevora’s lips curved into a small smile.

She gave his hair one last gentle ruffle before carefully disentangling herself from him.

The quilt slipped down her body as she sat up, revealing she was wearing only a simple pair of black panties... nothing else.

The lantern light painted her skin in soft gold, highlighting the elegant lines of her back and the subtle curve of her waist.

Brandon’s eyes followed her as she stood up from the mattress. She stretched her arms before turning toward the tent flap.

He watched her go, his gaze lingering on the sway of her hips, the way the thin fabric of her panties clung to her curves.

Then he glanced down at himself and froze.

Huh?

He was butt-naked except for a single white towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

His skin was clean with no blood or grime.

He blinked again, ’Did she... clean my body from the blood...?’

The thought hit him fully as Naevora pushed aside the tent flap and stepped out into the firelit camp outside.

The cool night air rushed in for a moment, and Brandon sat up fully, the towel shifting dangerously low on his hips.

He adjusted it quickly with one hand ’She must have...’

Heat crept up his neck in a strange mix of embarrassment.

Exhaling slowly, a small, crooked smile tugged at his lips.

He pushed the quilt aside and stood, securing the towel properly around his waist.

He quickly took a boxer and pants from his storage ring and wore them.

A bit later, he stepped out of the tent.

Outside, the fire glowed warmly against the snow.

Naevora stood near it, still wearing only her panties with her hair loose and slightly messy, stirring something in a small pot over the flames.

He stepped out into the cold, letting the tent flap fall closed behind him.

She glanced over her shoulder at the sound.

Their eyes met across the fire.

The fire popped, sending a shower of sparks upward as he crossed the snow to her side.

Naevora straightened slightly with a spoon still in hand and turned to face him more fully.

Seeing the tiredness in his eyes, she asked "By the way, do you need more ether?"

Her gaze flicked downward briefly to her own breasts, then back up to his face.

Brandon followed her look, looking at the gentle swell of her breasts and shook his head slowly.

"...No. I got some after cuddling with you."

Naevora’s lips curved into a small smile.

She reached into her storage ring and a black bra materialized between her fingers.

She slipped the straps over her shoulders one at a time, then reached behind her back to fasten the clasp.

Brandon watched unashamedly as she adjusted the bra.

Her breasts lifted slightly as she tugged the cups into place, soft flesh spilling just a little over the edges before settling perfectly.

She smoothed the straps against her shoulders, then gave a small, satisfied nod.

Only then did she kneel down beside the fire again, her knees sinking into the snow, and resumed stirring the pot with slow, steady circles.

Brandon stood there a moment longer and stepped closer.

Kneeling beside her, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Naevora glanced at him sideways, a faint smile still playing on her lips.

"Smells good," he said softly.

She nodded "It’s almost ready. Sit. Warm yourself."

Pulling the broken trunk beside him, he sat on it and glanced at her "Did you check on her corpse?"

Naevora’s body stiffened for a moment before she gave a nod "Yeah, the aberrants were eating her body."

Hearing this, he smiled dryly "I guess the aberrants will die because her blood is poison. Well, it lowers the number of aberrants we want to kill..."

Naevora’s gaze lowered, and she knew he still had many questions.

Turning to look at him, she spoke "Let’s eat first, and then we can have a long chat."

He looked into her eyes and gave a nod "Hmm."

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With slow, careful movements, she stirred the stew one last time and lifted a spoonful to check the consistency, watching the thick broth cling to the vegetables and tender chunks of pork before sliding back into the pot with a soft bubble.

Satisfied, she began to serve.

She tilted the pot slightly, steadying it with one hand while using the ladle with the other.

She filled the bowl generously, almost to the brim, then set it carefully on a flat stone beside the fire to keep it warm.

She repeated the process for the second bowl.

When both bowls were full, she added a small handful of chopped green onions from a pouch.

Naevora straightened, holding one bowl in each hand and turned to Brandon.

"Here. Eat while it’s hot."

Brandon reached out, and the warmth seeped immediately into his palms, chasing away the last of the cold that had lingered in his bones.

Naevora then settled beside him on the snow, sitting cross-legged with her own bowl cradled in her lap.

He ate slowly, savoring every spoonful as the heat spread through his chest.

Naevora watched him from the corner of her eye, making sure he finished.

When his bowl was nearly empty, she reached over without a word and refilled it from the pot.

When they were both done, they set the bowls aside on the snow.

Naevora leaned back on her hands, gazing into the fire, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.