Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 472: Apologizing?

Soft, heavy breaths filled the bedroom from the entangled bodies.

Brandon rested smack in the middle of the enormous bed, utterly surrounded.

His face nestled snugly between Dhayun’s plump, tender breasts, with one cheek flush against the warm curve and his nose buried in the cleft between them.

His body got squeezed firmly between Dhayun to his left and Jiyeon to his right.

Dhayun’s leg draped possessively across his hip, her arm slung over his chest. Jiyeon pressed herself tightly against his back, one arm looped around his waist while her breasts molded flush to his spine.

"Brandon... wake up..."

A soft hand nudged his shoulder.

Brandon let out a low grumble and burrowed deeper into Dhayun’s chest on instinct.

His lips brushed her nipple, giving it a drowsy suck before he murmured against her skin.

"What happened...?"

Eira stood by the bed in a baggy t-shirt, gently shaking him still.

"Wake up..."

Brandon pried one eye open at last, still half-sunk in Dhayun’s breasts.

He blinked lazily, struggling to make out Eira’s face in the low light.

Eira bent closer, whispering to avoid rousing the others.

"There are people here to see you."

Brandon scowled and rubbed his face slowly amid Dhayun’s plush breasts, delivering one final lazy lick to her nipple before raising his head enough to talk.

"...Now? What time is it?"

"Almost nine in the morning," Eira answered. "Someone from the Noble family."

Dhayun shifted faintly from the motion, humming sleepily and tugging Brandon’s head back to her chest without thinking.

Jiyeon whined softly from behind and clamped her arm tighter around his waist, unwilling to release him.

Brandon let out a deep sigh. "Tell them I’ll be down in ten minutes."

Eira arched a brow. "You’re literally face-deep in boobs right now. You sure you can get up?"

Brandon groaned yet began to stir.

He planted one final loving kiss between Dhayun’s breasts before cautiously extracting himself from the heap of warm, bare bodies.

Dhayun whimpered faintly as he withdrew, groping blindly to pull him back.

"Come back..."

Jiyeon let out a more desperate noise and tried snagging her leg around his thigh to trap him in bed.

Brandon chuckled softly and bent to kiss their foreheads.

"Later. Go back to sleep."

He slid from the bed and stretched overhead with a deep groan.

Faint traces from last night’s passion lingered on his shoulders and back—love bites and scratches.

Eira crept close to peck his lips and whispered, "I’ll tell them you’re coming."

She dashed from the room, leaving the door cracked open.

Brandon raked a hand through his tousled hair and peeked back at the bed.

Dhayun and Jiyeon had already snuggled together in his place, sighing softly in their sleep.

He swiftly tugged on black sweatpants and a baggy gray t-shirt, then dashed cold water on his face in the en-suite bathroom to fully rouse himself.

Moments later, as he entered the hallway, Eira waited for him near the stairhead.

Brandon descended the stairs swiftly.

Florence perched elegantly on the long central sofa. Opposite her sat Alandra Sytheria and her daughter Alyssa.

Alandra’s typical haughtiness had vanished, and Alyssa kept her hands gripped tightly in her lap.

Florence’s face lit up with clear affection as she spotted Brandon nearing.

"Morning, darling."

Brandon strode over confidently and dropped onto the sofa beside her. "Morning, dear."

Alandra and Alyssa sprang up at once and bowed low at the waist.

"We are here to apologize for our rude behavior in the past," Alandra stated, while Alyssa stayed mute with her head bowed.

Right then, Elize entered from the kitchen with a steaming mug of tea.

She set it on the low table before Brandon with a gentle clink.

"Here, Kael."

Alandra and Alyssa froze the instant they glimpsed Elize.

Their shoulders stiffened, raw fear flickering across their features.

’Elizabeth Fleurdys?’

Brandon lifted the mug, sipped slowly, then fixed his gaze on Alyssa.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

Alyssa’s eyes quivered. She obviously couldn’t pinpoint which past misdeed had escalated matters.

"N-No..."

Brandon took another leisurely sip of tea, then glanced toward the staircase.

"Eira."

Eira, lingering near the stairs’ base, nodded. "Okie..."

She spun around and raced upstairs without delay.

Shortly after, Eira came back, guiding Yverine by the hand.

Though Yverine appeared drowsy, her face changed the instant her gaze fell on Alyssa and Alandra. ’Huh? What are they doing here?’

Brandon placed his mug aside and beckoned Yverine to draw near.

She approached and positioned herself next to him, placing one hand gently on his shoulder.

Brandon turned his eyes back to Alyssa. "You shamed Yverine publicly. You ridiculed her skin tone and degraded her before everyone."

Alyssa’s complexion drained to a ghostly white. "I-I..."

Alandra gulped hard. "We... we were wrong," she uttered, pushing the admission through gritted teeth. "My daughter behaved stupidly, and I responded badly. We beg your pardon humbly."

Brandon stayed silent briefly before facing Yverine.

"Do you accept their apology?"

Yverine eyed Alyssa and scowled.

Noticing her reluctance, Alyssa dropped to her knees before her swiftly. "Please forgive me for my rude actions."

Yverine averted her gaze and nodded. "I accept it."

Alyssa’s shoulders sagged with obvious relief tinged with embarrassment.

Alandra dipped her head even deeper. "Thank you...."

Brandon sipped his tea once more, then continued. "This is your sole warning. Should you two or anyone from House Sytheria disrespect my family members again, I won’t show such mercy next time."

He lowered the mug with a gentle clink. "Understood?"

The two women nodded vigorously.

"Crystal clear,"

Brandon offered a slight nod. "Good. Now head home. Tell your daughter to avoid trouble. Also, go apologize to Esmery at the Academy."

Alandra and Alyssa bowed again before spinning around and rushing from the living room.

Florence released a gentle chuckle and leaned her head against Brandon’s shoulder.

Yverine settled onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Morning, Kael."

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Brandon perched relaxed on the desk’s edge as Esmery occupied the tall-backed chair right next to him in the Headmistress’s office.

She laughed heartily. "And both of them bowed three times right in front of me," she remarked, hand over her mouth while fresh giggles erupted.

Just then, Brandon’s phone buzzed, prompting him to fish it from his pocket.

Seeing Charlotte’s name displayed, he answered promptly. "Char?"

Charlotte’s voice came through from the line. "Kael, I’m free tomorrow; we can head to register and obtain your awakener license."

"Oh sure, Big Sister."

"Alright then."

He ended the call, and Esmery leaned in from her chair. "Was that Charlotte?"

"Yeah, I suppose it’s time to grab my awakener license so no one mixes up my rank..."

Esmery arched a brow with interest. "Hmm... Looking forward to it."