Chapter 254: Naked?

Standing in front of the door, Brandon raised his hand and gave a firm knock. "Sister Yve..."

There was a brief pause and then he heard the faint thud of footsteps from within as the door creaked open.

Yverine stood there with one hand rubbing at her eyes, the other loosely gripping the door handle.

She wore a black tank top and grey shorts and her toned abdomen was barely visible in the narrow gap where the fabric didn’t quite meet.

She blinked at him with bleary eyes before giving a small nod "Oh... you’re back. Come in."

Brandon stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The room’s air was cool, and a mellow song played from the TV in the corner.

He turned toward her with a dry smile "You’re sleeping in the afternoon now?"

Yverine let out a long, exaggerated yawn, stretching her arms above her head before flopping face-first onto the bed with a muffled grunt.

"We did spar for like four hours straight yesterday," she mumbled into the pillow. "And someone kept pushing me until I couldn’t feel my legs."

Brandon chuckled under his breath and walked over, sitting on the edge of her bed as the mattress dipped slightly under his weight.

He looked down at her and his gaze softening as he reached out and gently brushed aside a lock of hair that had fallen into her face.

"How’s your body feel right now?"

Yverine’s eyes flicked ope with her face still pressed against the pillow.

She turned slightly to her side to look up at him and a faint pink hue crossed her cheeks. Her hand slowly moved to her stomach, rubbing small circles near her lower abdomen.

"It’s alright now," she said with a small, bashful smile. "The ache on my lower parts is gone."

He leaned down slowly, cupping the side of her face with one hand, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Yverine blinked up at him after the kiss, her eyes now clearer, a small smile tugging at her lips.

He shifted beside her and lay down on his side, propping his head up with one arm as he looked at her. His fingers found hers and played with them idly.

At this time, his mobile buzzed, and reaching into his pocket, he took his mobile.

Seeing that it was Naevore, he quickly picked it up "Naevora."

On the other end, naevora nodded and spoke "Are you with Yve now?"

Brandon glanced to his right, where Yverine was curled into the bed, one leg drawn up lazily, watching him with half-lidded eyes that still carried a sleepy glow "Yeah, I am."

With a sigh, she muttered "For the next two days, I won’t be around. Something urgent came up back home. I’m being called back immediately."

"So for Yverine and your safety, you go back to Miss Elize’s home and stay there for two days."

"After that we can continue training."

’Urgent matter?’ Brandon’ gaze narrowed slightly but he didn’t push further and gave a nod "Alright..."

As the call cancelled, Brandon turned to look at Yverine "Sister Yve..."

With a nod, she spoke "Yeah, I already heard from Master... guess there is a two-day rest for me."

She smiled faintly, tugging the blanket over her lap as she leaned back against the pillows.

Smiling, he nodded "Perfect, let’s go back home."

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Stepping out of the space rift, Brandon and Yverine looked at Elize who was sitting on the couch with a smile "Welcome back.."

Brandon exhaled and shook his head with a small, helpless smile "You always act like you’re waiting at the station for us."

Elize pouted her lips and looked at Yverine with a smile "And you, sweetheart. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want.

Hearing this, she smiled faintly and bowed her head "Thanks, Miss Elize."

"Oh, don’t be silly," Elize waved it off with a hand, setting her tea aside. "Having more young people around livens up the place."

Brandon walked to the couch and sat beside Elize while Yverine hesitated for a moment, then followed before settling down beside him on his other side.

Leaning on Elize, he asked "Where are Eira and Ravene?"

"They are bathing."

At this time, they heard someone whistling and a second later, Ravene emerged from the staircase, walking down with complete confidence, swaing her hips and absolutely nothing on except a towel lazily slung around her neck.

However, she stopped when she saw Yverine sitting on the couch ’W-What, when did she...’

Elize facepalmed herself and Brandon smiled dryly "Aunt Ravene..."

Yverine’s jaw dropped in shock looking at Ravene’s body and a quick blush took over her face.

Ravene didn’t say another word and spun on her heel with a shriek before dashing back up the stairs, nearly tripping on the last step in her flustered escape.

Brandon slowly turned to look at Yverine, "She... is quite clumsy sometimes." he said with a light chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

Yverine blinked a few more times, visibly trying to reboot her thoughts. "She... just walks around like that?"

Keeping his smile, he replied "She is comfortable in her skin..."

At that moment, they heard the sound of something crashing upstairs, probably Ravene knocking something over in her panic.

Elize stood up and muttered "I will prepare something for you to eat." before leaving for the kitchen.

As she left, Brandon quickly pecked Yverine’s lips making her gasp in surprise.

She hurriedly swatted his hand away and hushed in his ear "Dumbass, shh.. don’t kiss me here."

He moved even closer and murmured "Why not..."

She grabbed her cheek and pushed him "You know why, bastard."

Looking at her, he couldn’t help but chuckle "Alright, Alright.. you stay here for a moment. I will check on Eira."

Hearing Eira’s name, Yverine’s gaze quivered for a moment and she nodded "Hmm."

Before standing up, he gave another peck to her lips making her snap back in shock ’Dumbass, Dumbass...’

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He went upstairs and found Eira standing with her arms crossed, tapping her foot as Ravene stood before her like a scolded child.

Brandon was amused because Eira looked like a stern older sister and Ravene stood there flushed red with her cheeks puffed out in embarrassment.

"You’re an S-rank awakener, Sister Rave," Eira scolded with a tired sigh. "Can’t you sense when someone new enters the house? Especially someone like Yverine?"

Ravene, still flushed, buried her face in her hands "I was just... relaxed, okay? I thought it was just you and Elize downstairs. I didn’t even think to check. I didn’t expect guests!"

Her voice was muffled, and her embarrassment only grew worse as Eira paced in front of her like a disappointed teacher.

Brandon, watching from the doorway, suppressed a chuckle.

The way Ravene’s entire demeanor shifted from deadly and elegant to pouty and bashful was always amusing and oddly endearing.

He leaned against the doorframe and watched their banter.

Eira stopped pacing and let out a long breath, then stepped forward and gently wrapped her arms around Ravene "It’s okay, Aunt Rave. I’m not mad. Just... be more aware, okay? Especially when there are people around who aren’t used to this place yet."

"And Yverine is someone Brandon likes..."

Ravene nodded sheepishly against her shoulder. "I get it. I just forgot for a moment..."

At that moment, Eira turned her head toward the door and noticed Brandon "You brought Yverine here without warning us?"

With a smile, he walked towards them "Well, it was sudden."

He reached them and gently pulled both Eira and Ravene’s naked bodies into a comforting embrace, wrapping his arms around their backs.

"I haven’t said anything to Yve yet. I want her to settle in first. Then... we’ll talk."

Ravene, her face still partially buried in Eira’s shoulder, mumbled "She saw me naked, Kael... After her first visit, I thought I should make a good impression... but now..."

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head "She didn’t see anything that would change her opinion of you."

"And I hope one day, you both will be naked in bed with me."

Eira pinched his cheek and murmured "Pervert... this all happened because you can’t keep your dick calmly inside your pants."

Brandon gave a sheepish grin. "I mean... fair."

But before he could say more, Eira’s hand slid lower and cupped his dick through his pants, giving a firm squeeze.

"Ah-!" Brandon stiffened as his entire body jolted. "O-Okay... I surrender. Don’t squeeze it... I need that."

Ravene, who had been leaning gently against him a moment ago, now lifted her head with a mischievous smile.

There was something dangerous about the way her eyes sparkled... something that made Brandon instinctively take a step back ’Fuck, she is planning something.’

She pushed him with both hands, and his back hit the wall behind him with a muted thump.

"Huh?" Brandon blinked by her sudden agression "Ravene?"

She stepped closer, pressing herself against him as her voice turned into a sultry whisper by his ear "Yes, Husband... As Eira said, it’s your dick that always causes problems."

Brandon swallowed hard "That’s... I mean, it’s not always-"

Ravene silenced him with a finger to his lips "If we punished the dick a little, it would stay obediently in your pants and not try to fuck other women. For that, we need to mark it thoroughly."

She slowly kneeled on the floor and tied her hair into a ponytail.

EH? Brandon panicked as he knew what she wants "Ravene, now? There is Sister Yve sitting downstairs."

Ravene gave him a sly smile and pressed a finger to her own lips. "Shh..."

Her hands reached for the waistband of his pants.

"Wait-!"

She pulled them down just enough to reveal his boxers.

She then glanced at Eira "Will you help me, dear?"

Eira snapped out of her surprise and looked at Brandon, who was shaking his head "Eira, no... now is not the time."

Seeing his panicked face, a teasing grin appeared on EIra’s face "Sure, Sister Rave. We need to punish him for sure..."

With that, she also kneeled in front of him and grabbed his boxers, pulling them down...

"No, No, No.. wait... ahhh."