Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

In the next instant, time itself slowed, and a woman's dark hair fluttered in the wind...

Huh? Brandon's gaze condensed, and he looked at Clarisse, who was standing still in front of the broken core.

"Senior Clarisse?"

She was standing only a short distance away with the broken core at her feet.

But she didn't move and her sword was raised slightly with petals still frozen mid-spin in the air like shards of red glass.

She didn't respond and stood there as if she is frozen in time.

His eyes narrowed and turned to look at Astrid "Astrid."

He saw her body was stuck in time and she was not even blinking.

'What is happening...'

He gripped his dagger tightly and took a defensive position.

'Was I trapped in some kind of illusion?'

He looked around cautiously, scanning the haze of slowed ether particles around him.

But suddenly his body stopped moving, making him feel numb 'Urgh... what.'

He slowly turned his eyeballs and looked at the shadow walking toward him.

It was a woman...

She was utterly beautiful.

Her long black hair spilling down her shoulders, and her eyes are a deep shade of black.

But she is fully naked, and her enormous breasts with red nipples that are sculpted like a goddess.

Elegant curves, tempting hips with a beauty to behold.

Her bare foot stepped through the ruptured floor, and she slowly reached him.

Brandon's grip on his dagger tightened until his knuckles whitened.

He wanted to move and bring his weapon up between them, but the moment he thought of acting, an invisible pressure brushed over him, like a soft caress along his neck and down his spine, and his muscles refused to obey.

She stopped just before him, close enough for him to see the faint rise and fall of her breasts.

Her scent was faint, almost nonexistent, yet it seemed to draw him in.

Looking at his face, a smile slowly grew on her lips.

As she raised her hand, his pulse spiked.

He expected a strike, but instead her slender fingers brushed across his forehead, tucking back a stray lock of hair that had fallen during the fight.

"You... look beautiful."

He heard her seductive voice and his whole body quivered.

Her fingers trailed lower, grazing the side of his face, lingering just beneath his jaw.

Brandon forced his voice through his throat "…Who are you?"

Her smile widened, and for the first time, he caught a flicker of something predatory in her eyes.

"Mmm… a good question, beautiful boy. But answers… should be earned."

She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his ear, and whispered, low enough that only he could hear:

"And you will earn them… soon."

His mind screamed at him to move but his body remained bound in that strange, invisible hold.

Without hesitation, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his lips and his eyes widened in absolute shock.

Her lips were soft, warm... almost feverishly so.

As the kiss lingered, her free hand slid downward, fingers brushing against the back of his palm before curling around the hilt of his dagger.

With a slow pull, she slipped the weapon from his hand.

The dagger clattered softly against the ruptured ground as she set it aside, never once breaking the kiss.

She intertwined her fingers with his and pressed her body closer, her breasts squeezing into his chest as the kiss deepened.

He could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing, the subtle flex of muscle beneath the deceptive softness.

The kiss deepened and her lips moved with a slow, controlled hunger, pulling him further into the haze she was weaving around him.

Brandon's thoughts, sharp only moments ago, began to scatter.

She pulled back only an inch, enough for her lips to hover just above his, her breath mingling with his in the narrow space between.

Her eyes looked at his face and his eyes.

"Yes," she murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction, "beautiful."

She moved lower, her lips brushing down the side of his face, pausing here and there as if savoring the feel of him.

When she reached the curve of his neck, the warmth of her breath made his pulse kick against his skin.

She opened her lips and grazed his neck with her teeth before biting it gently.

"Shhh." Brandon winced in pain as she bit a little harder.

A slow trail of blood began to drop, and she sucked the blood, relishing the taste.

Her fingers tightened on his hand as if to keep him still.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were a shade darker, and a bead of crimson clung to the corner of her mouth.

She caught it with the tip of her tongue and her gaze was fixed on him the entire time.

In the next instant, the small wound on his neck began to heal.

Without asking, she took his hand in both of hers.

She guided it downward and the moment his palm met the warmth of her breast, she didn't flinch.

"Feel that?" she murmured and her voice was low enough to curl into his thoughts.

He gave a small squeeze instinctively, and her smile widened "Yeah... like that."

'W-What is happening...'

His mind was still scattered, thoughts sliding apart like loose pages in the wind, unable to focus on anything but the impossible warmth under his palm and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

She closed her eyes, as if savoring the contact.

She tilted her head slightly, leaning into him as the smooth fall of her dark hair brushed over his shoulder.

Then his hand moved again and he gave another squeeze, firmer this time.

Whether it was defiance, confusion, or the pull of her presence, he didn't know.

A quiet hum escaped her throat, and she exhaled slowly, as though he had given her something she had been waiting for.

"Mmm… yes…"

Brandon tried to think, but his focus slipped away the moment she shifted closer.

Her body pressed into him fully now, her breast molding against his hand, her scent wrapping around him like smoke.

"See?" she whispered, still with her eyes closed.