Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

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The morning sunlight spilled faintly through the curtains, painting soft golden streaks across the room.

Brandon was sprawled on the bed with messy hair, lost in deep sleep.

Beside him, Eira lay awake with her body turned toward him as she propped her cheek on one hand while looking at his face.

A gentle smile touched her lips.

There was something endlessly endearing about seeing him like this.

"Brandon…"

When he didn't move, she reached out with one finger and lightly poked his cheek.

Giggling to herself, she poked again, a little harder this time, enjoying the faint twitch of his lips.

"Wakey wakey…" she cooed softly, drawing her finger down the curve of his jaw, tracing until she reached his collarbone.

"If you don't, I might just kiss you."

She giggled to herself and pinched his cheek gently, tugging until his lips puckered slightly.

Her eyes drifted lower and looked at his bare chest, which was riddled with faint, fading marks and reddish hues along his collar, hickeys and bites.

Her lips twitched "What did they do to you yesterday night…"

Unable to resist, she brushed her fingertip over one of the darker marks near his rib, "You poor thing."

Brandon shifted slightly and a low sound rumbled from his throat.

"Mm…"

Eira blinked and leaned closer, excitement flickering in her eyes "Brandon? Are you dreaming about me?"

His brow furrowed faintly and he mumbled again.

"Hm… big boobs… more…"

The smile froze on Eira's face.

"…Huh?"

Her gaze darkened immediately, and she looked down at her own moderate chest, certainly not the "big" type.

Her eye twitched "Excuse me?"

Her lips curled into a dangerous smile as she shook his shoulder "Wake up, bastard."

Brandon stirred with a soft groan as he blinked against the light. "Mm… huh?"

When his focus cleared, he found Eira glaring down at him with her cheeks puffed slightly in irritation.

Her tone was deceptively sweet, "Big boobs?" she asked flatly.

Brandon froze, "…What?"

"You were mumbling in your sleep," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Something about big boobs. More. Care to explain?"

He sat up quickly, scratching his messy hair "I don't even remember-"

"Oh, so you admit you did say it?" she cut him off, leaning closer until her nose nearly touched his.

Brandon gulped. "…Uh."

Eira crossed her arms beneath her chest, deliberately lifting them a little as if to emphasize what she had "So. Not enough for you, huh?"

His face went pale, "No! That's not- I mean, you're perfect, Eira! You're beautiful-"

"Mmhm," she hummed, not entirely convinced.

She leaned back on her elbows, tilting her head at him "Sure, sure. Perfect. But apparently you were calling out for more."

Brandon groaned, flopping back down onto the mattress in defeat with one arm covering his eyes. "Why do I feel like I'm walking into a trap no matter what I say…"

Eira couldn't help it and her laughter spilled out "Hahahaha..."

She leaned down and pinched his cheek again, "Because you are, silly."

For a moment, she simply looked at him as he peeked at her from under his arm.

Her chest warmed, and before she could stop herself, she dipped down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Idiot," she whispered fondly.

Her fingers slid through his hair absentmindedly, combing it back.

"Where are the others…?" he asked, his voice muffled with lingering drowsiness.

"Sister Rave and Aunt Elize are back in the pool. My mom, Big Sis Dhayun, and Sister Yve are in the field."

His gaze lowered slightly as he nestled deeper into her warmth, his nose brushing the hollow of her collarbone "I see..."

Brandon gave a faint exhale and pushed himself up, swinging his legs off the bed.

Stretching his arms high above his head, his shoulders rolled back, and the muscles along his chest and arms shifted beneath his skin.

"Ha…" he yawned, running a hand through his hair. "I'll go and meet them."

Rolling his shoulders once more, he padded across the room toward the bathroom.

Eira propped herself on an elbow, watching him disappear behind the door.

Inside, Brandon twisted the tap and splashed his face with cold water, chasing away the remnants of sleep.

Droplets clung to his jawline, sliding down the line of his neck before he grabbed a towel and rubbed them away.

His reflection stared back at him and he glanced at the faint hickeys and bite marks on his body.

"Uhh..."

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He stepped outside and the morning wind was cool and refreshing, brushing against his damp hair and bare skin.

His chest caught the touch of the breeze, and he instinctively ran a hand through his hair, letting it ruffle.

His steps carried him toward the open field, where laughter and the sound of shuttlecocks meeting rackets cut across the air.

His gaze landed on Florence and Yverine, who were in the midst of a badminton match.

On a nearby mat under the shade of a tree, Dhayun was sitting, enjoying the match.

For a moment, he just stood there, soaking it all in.

Walking to Dhayun, he sat beside her "Noona."

She looked up in surprise "Woonie..."

Brandon stretched out on the mat with his head pillowed on Dhayun's lap.

Her hand trembled slightly as she brushed her fingers across his cheek.

"Woonie…" she whispered again.

Brandon tilted his face into her touch like a cat seeking affection.

Then, with a quiet sigh, he pulled the hem of her tank top up.

The thin fabric rolled upward, revealing the soft plane of her stomach.

"Noona," he murmured lowly, his breath brushing her skin, "you're really too pretty for me to just look from far away."

"Hngh..." Her breath caught when his lips touched down against her midriff.

A tingling sensation spread from the spot of contact, and she instinctively tensed, her hands pressing against the grass.

"W-Woonie…" she stammered, looking down at him.

He only chuckled softly against her skin as he pressed kisses across her stomach.

The warmth of his breath spread over her navel, and when he pressed a kiss directly onto her belly button, a tiny shiver ran up her spine.

Her hand came to rest on his head, fingers threading gently into his hair.

He closed his eyes, savoring her warmth, the faint, sweet scent of her skin, and the flutter of her breathing above him.

"I like this," he murmured, his voice muffled against her stomach.

Her heart squeezed, and she gently stroked his hair, biting her lip to hold back the rising emotions.

Above them, the leaves swayed in the morning breeze, hiding their little world away from the rest.

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"Haha, I am so excited to travel with you, Madam Ravene."

Astrid skipped as she walked, her small carry-on bouncing against her leg.

Ravene, walking beside her exhaled a faint sigh "Don't cause too much trouble."

Astrid only giggled at the words.

The two of them moved across the private section of the airstrip and the late morning sun gleamed off the polished fuselage of the sleek ethercraft waiting for them.

They approached the stairs extending down from the entrance, attended by a pair of uniformed staff who bowed respectfully at Ravene's presence.

"After you, Madam," one attendant said, gesturing toward the steps.

Astrid smiled to herself, fully excited in her heart 'Hehe, I am going to travel and spend time with her...'

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Brandon walked upstairs and at this time, Florence also stepped out of her room and walked down the stairs.

Their eyes met across the steps and a faint smile touched her lips as she called softly, "Brandon…"

He returned her smile and muttered "I came up to call you for lunch."

She gave a small nod as her fingers brushed the railing. "I am coming,"

With that, she hastened her steps downward, almost too eagerly.

But just as her heel struck the next stair, it caught against the polished wood and a startled gasp left her lips as her body tilted forward.

"Ah-!"

Brandon's heart leapt and he rushed forward, spreading his arms instinctively. "Florence!"

Her body slipped, and in the next instant she tumbled straight into his waiting embrace.

The impact pressed her breasts against his chest, her blonde hair brushing his chin.

He caught her firmly, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other steadying her back against his shoulder.

His grip tightened protectively as his voice lowered, "You alright?"

For a moment, Florence stayed pressed against him and her arms instinctively circling around his back.

"Phew…" She leaned into him, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. "That almost gave me a heart attack."

Brandon's expression softened, though his arms remained steady around her.

He gave a small, reassuring pat along her back, "You need to be more careful. The stairs aren't going anywhere."

Her lips curved into a breathless smile, "Maybe…" she murmured, tilting her head slightly against him, "but I suppose falling into your arms isn't the worst outcome."

Brandon cleared his throat lightly and his grip loosened only after he was certain she was steady again.

Even then, his hand hovered at her waist, as if prepared to catch her a second time should she slip.

Florence finally pulled back, brushing her hair behind her ear, "Thank you, Brandon."

He nodded as they began walking the rest of the stairs together, side by side.

Looking at him in the corner of her eyes, she grinned 'Another one of my plans worked... Hmm, what else can I do?'

At this time, Eira came there and looked at them "Mom, Brandon..."

Florence hugged Brandon's arm and muttered "Hear this, Eira.. I was about to fall down the stairs but good thing Brandon was there and helped me."

She gave a dramatic little sigh, her hand patting his chest lightly "What on earth would have happened if Brandon wasn't here?"

Eira's lips twitched, her eyes narrowing slightly as she held back the urge to roll them 'I know it's one of your dirty tricks, you old hag.'

Brandon replied with a dry smile "It's alright, Eira, your mom just slipped a little. I was right here, so nothing bad happened."

Florence let out a soft laugh "Mm, he's such a reliable young man, isn't he? So strong too… the way he held me... I almost felt like I was weightless."

Eira's jaw tightened "Mom… you could've been more careful. You're not exactly- light on your feet these days."

Florence gasped, clutching her chest with her free hand, though her arm still clung to Brandon's "Eira! How could you say that? I almost lost my balance and nearly scared myself to death!"

She then turned her eyes toward Brandon, "But fortunately, you were here, weren't you? My darling savior."

Brandon cleared his throat again "Florence, really, it wasn't that big of a deal. Anyone would've helped in that situation."

But Florence refused to release him so easily.

She leaned in closer, her perfume wafting faintly upward as her soft voice brushed near his ear "Not everyone could hold me so firmly."

Eira finally stepped forward and slipped her arm through Brandon's free side, practically gluing herself against him "Yes, well, Brandon is mine, Mom. Don't you think you're leaning a bit too much on him?"

Florence looked at her daughter over Brandon's shoulder. "Oh, Eira, darling… jealousy doesn't suit you. I was just thanking him properly."

Her fingers squeezed his arm lightly as if to provoke her further.

Eira leaned in closer to Brandon, "Then thank him with words, not your hands. He doesn't need you clinging onto him like that."

Brandon, stuck between mother and daughter, let out a faint, helpless laugh "Uh… maybe we should just head down for lunch before it gets cold?"

Florence finally released her grip as she stepped away. "Of course, of course. But I still owe you, Brandon. I'll have to find a way to repay you properly."

Eira's eyes narrowed further, her arm refusing to leave Brandon's side as she muttered under her breath 'Old hag,'