Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 172 172: Training

They sat together in silence, the wind rising and falling around them like the slow breath of the sky.

"Alright," she said suddenly, setting the glass down on the small table beside the couch. "Let's stop wasting ti."

Without ceremony, she stepped away from the couch and out into the open space of the rooftop.

Two floating discs of translucent ether, each about the size of a large shield, appeared under her feet.

They pulsed softly, holding her in the air a foot above the ground.

"These discs are adjusted based on motion, pressure, and weight distribution."

"This is dynamic footing. Movent. Elevation. Terrain control. Mid-air redirection. Montum managent. All without touching the ground."

She rose slightly higher into the air "You start with two discs. Always two. Any more and you'll lose control... your brain can't process balance in three vectors until you're more advanced. But two? That's manageable."

Brandon let out a soft sigh and raised his palm, slowly condensing the ether in his palm.

But instead of forming discs, it scattered into shards and imdiately dispered.

Naevora narrowed her gaze slightly looking at him.

Brandon closed his eyes for a mont 'Okay… not force. Imagine a shape. Focus...'

He again condensed the ether in his palm and it swirled slightly, forming a thin disc of ether.

Hm? Naevora raised an eyebrow in surprise 'There you go...'

But the shape of the disc curved in, forming a small do fitting in his palm, like a transparent bowl.

She tilted her head in confusion 'What shape is he imagining?'

It wasn't a disc in the traditional sense. It was more like the upper hemisphere of a sphere.

As he opened his eyes, Brandon saw the small transparent do in his palm "Wow, it works."

Naevora stepped down from the disc and walked to him "What did you imagine? You instantly learned it and your ether is also steady."

Brandon scratched the back of his head sheepishly and the do dissolved as his focus slipped.

He glanced away "Well… uh… since you said the reward is to see your tits. I imagined squeezing so tits and I could do it."

-_- Naevora went silent and stared at him blankly.

Brandon turned his head away, getting quite embarassed "Don't look at like that. You are the one who said that. So i went with that."

"It works, okay?"

She reached out to take the whiskey and gulped it down in one go before placing the cup down "...Huh?"

He shrugged his arms casually "It's called incentive-based visualization."

She gave him a flat look "What kind of thinking does your brain do?"

Brandon smiled dryly "if it works, it works."

Naevora clutched her forehead and she can't even retaliate because his ether was stable at the ti and the boob shape was also solid.

"W-Well.. whatever works for you, I guess. Though if your technique ends up shaped like a boob every ti, people are going to notice."

"If you go leaping through the sky on a pair of ether breasts... uhm."

Brandon had a thoughtful face "Don't worry. I will soon turn those breasts into discs."

She shook her head helplessly "Tits or not, the technique's yours now. Just practice until it's second nature. And maybe next ti, try imagining… I don't know. A solid stone. Or a plate. Or literally anything other than my chest."

Brandon couldn't help but chuckle "Alright..."

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The rooftop wind had quieted, reduced now to a gentle breeze that tousled their hair.

Naevora poured another cup of the whiskey into a short glass and handed it to Brandon.

Brandon took the glass and swirled the whiskey, staring at the rippling surface.

He took a sip as the liquid burning warmly down his throat.

With his other hand, he raised his palm again, slowly drawing ether into it.

A transparent curved shape like a boob appeared above his palm.

"Not bad," Naevora murmured, watching from the side. "Still flickering slightly. Put more weight on it."

"Don't push it," she warned, sipping her drink. "Hover first. Walk later. Fly… much later. You try skipping steps and you'll go splat."

Brandon eased back down onto the couch, dispelling the ether with a nod. "Right. Hover, walk, fly."

After a mont, Naevora pulled a laptop from her storage ring and propped it on the low table in front of the couch.

"Ti to spend so ti watching videos."

With a few taps, a video began playing, just grainy security footage of soone attempting to ride an ether bike through a shopping district… only for it to malfunction and send them spiraling through a display of mannequins.

For the next half hour, the two sat shoulder to shoulder, occasionally nudging each other as they laughed, groaned, or passed the whiskey back and forth.

At one point, a quieter video played, an aerial drone's slow sweep over the snow-capped mountains.

There was no sound other than wind and ambient music.

The two of them fell silent as they watched and the colors of the footage cast soft light across their faces.

Brandon took slow sips of his whisky and at this ti, his mobile vibrated in his pocket.

Taking the mobile from his pocket, he saw Florence's na.

A smile instantly appeared on his face and he stood up from his couch before attending the call.

He slowly walked to the railing and brought the mobile to his ear "Florence."

On the other side, Florence spoke "I am going back to my estate, Brandon, and I am going to board the flight now."

Hearing this, he gave a nod "Hm.. Have a safe trip."

With a chuckle, Florence spoke "Sure. Also good luck on your training. I heard from Eira that you are in Japan now for your combat training."

"Yep, it is going well on my end."

Florence's gaze softened "Hm, good to hear that. Also if you have ti, co and visit , dear."

"Ofcourse, Florence. This weekend I am coming to et you and stay with you."

Florence's heart ward with happiness "Love you so much, sweetheart. Co, I will spoil you like my son."

Brandon couldn't help but chuckle "Love you too and see you soon."

"Yeah, yeah. I think it's night for you there. Good night."

Naevora looked at his back as she continued sipping her drink.