Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the large bed.

Brandon was sitting against the headboard, completely naked.

His back rested comfortably against the cushions as Freya sat on his lap.

She leaned back against his chest, her voluptuous body molding perfectly against him.

Her heavy breasts rested in his hands as he gently squeezed and played with the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and occasionally giving them a firmer squeeze.

Freya let out a throaty chuckle, and her blonde hair spilled across his chest as she relaxed fully into his touch.

”Mmm... you really do love playing with them, don’t you? Not that I’m complaining. Your hands feel wonderful in the morning.”

She turned her head slightly, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of his jaw as his fingers continued to squeeze and caress her breasts.

”Also... about General Scylla, are you really thinking of taking her as your third wife?”

Hearing this, Brandon smiled dryly ”Scylla... I haven’t decided anything yet. She’s a good friend and a strong fighter. But marriage is different. I don’t want to rush into anything that complicates what we already have.”

Freya hummed thoughtfully, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as she leaned back against him again.

”Fair enough. But if you do decide to take her... I wouldn’t mind. She’s strong, and I think she’d be fun to have around.”

At that moment, the bedroom door opened quietly.

Amelia stepped in, carrying a small tray with three mugs of steaming herbal tea.

Her cheeks flushed, and a small, shy smile formed on her lips.

”Husband...” she said softly in a mix of embarrassment and affection as she walked closer.

”I brought tea for us.”

Freya turned her head and smiled warmly at her niece, ”Thank you, dear. You’re such a thoughtful wife.”

Amelia set the tray down on the bedside table, her gaze flicking between Brandon’s face and the way his hands continued to gently knead Freya’s breasts.

Brandon looked at her with a soft smile and extended one hand toward her.

”Come here, Amelia,” he said gently.

Amelia climbed onto the bed and settled beside them, leaning against Brandon’s side as he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close.

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The evening settled softly over the Holy Land capital.

Freya walked in from the kitchen carrying a small silver tray with two tall glasses of chilled fruit juice.

Rheanne was sitting on the sofa near the fireplace and looked up as Freya approached.

Freya placed the tray gently on the low table in front of her and offered one of the glasses with a small smile.

”Husband is bathing,” she said softly. ”He will come soon.”

Rheanne nodded and accepted the glass, taking a slow sip.

Freya hesitated for a moment, then gently sat down on the sofa beside her.

Her hands fidgeted slightly in her lap.

She had never really spoken much with Rheanne before.

After a few seconds of silence, Freya spoke, ”Um... Thank you for always taking care of him... when you go into towers or dungeons together,”

”I know how dangerous those places are. I’ve heard the stories. Without you... he might not have come back so many times.”

Rheanne turned her head slightly to look at her, and a faint smile touched her lips.

”It is the same for me. He has saved me more times than I can count. We protect each other.”

Freya’s shoulders relaxed a little and she scooted a bit closer on the sofa, gathering her courage.

”Uh... c-can I call you Sister?”

Eh? Rheanne blinked in surprise, but then she slowly nodded.

”Sure... You may call me Sister if you wish.”

Freya’s gaze softened with visible relief and quiet joy. ”Sister... tell me more things about Kael. You are the one who knows him the most... even better than us. You have been with him for so long.”

”Even his full name, ’Brandon Kael, ’ I only recently learned about. I thought Kael was his first name all along.”

Rheanne’s smile grew a little more, though there was a quiet melancholy in her eyes.

She took another sip of juice, gathering her thoughts before speaking.

”Brandon... He doesn’t use it often. He prefers Kael. It’s what I called him when we first met... and it stuck.”

”We met inside a tower, one of the most dangerous ones I have ever faced.”

”He was lost and injured. Even then, he had this... quiet strength. He didn’t panic. He simply stood beside me and fought.”

”Even in that dangerous tower, he saved me. Without him, I would have died there.”

”From that day on, we became companions. We cleared countless dungeons and towers together.”

Freya listened intently with fascination, as she had never heard these stories from Brandon.

Rheanne’s gaze lowered as she spoke in a thoughtful voice ”He carries a lot inside him.”

”Sometimes I see shadows in his eyes like he is constantly thinking about something. But he never lets it stop him. He fights for what he believes in.”

She turned to Freya and muttered ”He may seem very cheerful and playful on the outside, but there seems to be some tragic past for him.”

”He has never talked about it to me... but sometimes, he mumbles in his sleep about that.”

Upon hearing this, Freya’s gaze trembled ’Mumbling in sleep?’

Looking at her, Rheanne spoke ”Please take good care of him. He is very dear to me... I don’t want to see him get hurt.”

For a moment, Freya was silent. Then she reached out and gently placed her hand over Rheanne’s.

”I will. I love him too, Sister. Maybe not in the same way you do... but deeply. I want to protect him and make him smile. I may not have fought beside him in towers as you have, but I will stand beside him.”

Rheanne’s expression softened further, and she gave a nod ”Thank you. I know you will. I can see how much you care for him... and for Amelia. It makes me happy to know he has you both.”

The two women sat in comfortable silence for a while.

A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps came from the hallway.

Brandon walked in, freshly bathed and wearing a simple black robe.

He paused at the sight of Freya and Rheanne sitting close together, then smiled softly.

”Looks like you two are getting along,”

Freya looked up at him with a playful smile ”We were just talking about you, husband.”

”Oh?” With a chuckle, he replied ”Ask Rheanne, she will tell about your Husband’s brave stories.”

Upon hearing this, Freya giggled.

Rheanne glanced at him with quiet affection as a smile took over her face.