Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 506: A little teasing and a promise?

The gentle morning sunbeams delicately pierced through the guest chamber's curtains, finding Brandon still wrapped in the comforting embrace of sleep.

*boing*

His face was subtly pressed between two incredibly soft mounds.

A contented sigh escaped him as he instinctively burrowed deeper, reveling in the plush, soothing sensation.

"...I must be dreaming..." he murmured drowsily. "This is pure bliss."

He pushed his face further in, absentmindedly rubbing his cheek against the yielding flesh with lazy affection.

"...Sir Kael, are you awake?"

Huh?

That familiar, playful voice sliced through the pleasant haze of his slumber.

Brandon blinked in bewilderment; this was not the voice from his dream.

He lifted his head slightly, his gaze falling upon the striking, mature features of Freya Bleaufort.

Her blonde hair was slightly disheveled from sleep, and her green eyes sparkled with undeniable amusement.

She was reclined on his bed beside him, her nightdress loosened just enough to reveal a generous portion of her ample cleavage—the very softness his face had been nestled in moments before.

"M-Miss Freya?"

Brandon’s eyes flickered down to her exposed bosom once more before quickly returning to her face.

’Could it be...’

Freya beamed sweetly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "My, my. It seems you were having quite the... delightful dream, Sir Kael. Just as I'd expect from the pervert who groped a princess on the very first day he met her."

Brandon hastily recoiled, sitting bolt upright in bed and establishing a noticeable distance between them.

Freya, however, seemed entirely unfazed.

She propped herself up on one elbow, her nightdress slipping further still, exposing even more of her full, soft breasts.

With a teasing smile, she lightly squeezed her bosom together, drawing them upward.

"Oh? Is it over? I was just considering offering you a bit of breast milk."

Brandon drew in a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure.

With a soft exhalation, he helplessly shook his head. "Miss Freya, please stop toying with me."

Freya let out a light chuckle, clearly amused by his reaction.

She made no move to adjust her nightdress, tilting her head with an expression that was both innocent and utterly mischievous.

"But you looked so content just now. Your face buried so comfortably... nuzzling like a little kitten. It would have been impolite of me to interrupt your pleasant dream so abruptly."

She now sat up completely, the blanket pooling around her waist.

Her mature, voluptuous figure was fully revealed in the soft morning light—her breasts plump, her waist slender, and her skin smooth, still carrying the faint blush of sleep.

Brandon buried his face in his hands, trying to banish the lingering embarrassment. "How did you even get in here? And why are you in my bed?"

Freya gave a slight shrug. "I came to express my personal gratitude for your assistance with my niece last night. Amelia was practically radiant this morning. She attempted to conceal it, but I know my dear niece too well."

She leaned forward slightly. "When I arrived, you were already asleep... and you appeared so peaceful. I decided to keep you company for a short while. Then you shifted in your sleep and... well, you found your own comfort."

She gave her breasts another playful squeeze.

"Quite the enthusiastic sleeper, aren't you?"

Brandon let out a long, weary sigh and averted his gaze. "You Bleaufort women are going to be the end of me."

Freya laughed again. "Oh, come now, Sir Kael. Don't be so bashful. You already groped Amelia on the very night you met her. And last night, you kissed her in the rain like a romantic hero from ancient tales."

She tilted her head, considering. "Compared to those actions, waking up with your face nestled between my breasts seems rather tame, wouldn't you agree?"

Brandon offered a dry smile upon hearing this.

She crawled a little closer on the bed and gently nudged his side. "But I must confess... seeing Amelia so happy has piqued my curiosity. You certainly seem to have a significant effect on the women of this family."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper near his ear.

"So tell me, Sir Kael... was my niece's kiss as wonderful as you imagined? Or perhaps I should offer you a proper comparison?"

Brandon glanced at her, a wry, resigned smile playing on his lips. "Miss Freya, did Amelia perhaps ask you to come tease me as retribution for my teasing her yesterday?"

Freya moved even closer, deliberately pressing her ample breasts against his chest as she tilted her head.

"How utterly inappropriate," she purred playfully. "I assure you, I came here to tease you entirely on my own volition."

Brandon let out a short, amused breath. "Ah, so you did indeed come here with the intention of teasing me."

Freya hummed contentedly and drew nearer, ensuring her breasts were pressed more snugly against his chest as she looked down at him.

"Of course. When I heard from Amelia how flustered she was after your little rain-kiss, I simply couldn’t resist the opportunity."

With a languid finger, she traced the line of his collarbone. "My poor niece returned radiant, yet her every explanation was a stammer. So, I decided... why not visit the cause of this transformation myself?"

Brandon gently cupped her shoulders, creating a small distance between them so he could meet her gaze.

"Miss Freya, you are far too formidable for such an early hour. If Amelia discovered you were here engaging in this, she would undoubtedly reprimand you."

Freya let out a soft chuckle. "Oh? Concerned for your niece's sensibilities now? How utterly charming. But fret not, Amelia is still sequestered in her chambers, lost in thoughts of her valiant knight."

She offered a playful wink. "This is merely a private interlude between us adults."

Brandon could only shake his head, a helpless chuckle escaping his lips.

Freya shifted her posture subtly, settling more comfortably atop him as her finger continued its descent down his chest.

"Well? Will you finally answer my inquiry, or must I coax it out? Was my niece's kiss satisfactory?"

"Or perhaps you'd prefer a more... practical demonstration? My lips are sealed, I assure you."

Brandon regarded her for a moment, a flicker of bewilderment crossing his features. 'It's peculiar to witness such uncharacteristic forwardness from her... what could have prompted this?'

"Miss Freya... you truly court disaster, and one day you will find yourself in grave trouble."

Just then, the door swung open, and Amelia entered, her nose and cheeks tinged a vibrant red.

However, the scene that unfolded before her caused her to halt abruptly in the doorway.

Freya was positioned directly on top of Brandon, her nightdress having slipped from one shoulder, her ample bosom pressed firmly against his chest.

Amelia's eyes widened in sheer astonishment. "A-Aunty...? What are you doing?"

Freya turned her head with deliberate slowness, not even bothering to dismount Brandon.

She bestowed upon her niece an innocently feigned smile. "Ah, good morning, my dear. I was merely engaging in pleasant conversation with Sir Kael."

Amelia's complexion deepened to an even more intense shade of crimson. "YOU- Get off him this instant!"

Freya shifted slightly upward, though she remained seated upon Brandon's lap. "Why such vehemence, Amelia?"

Amelia strode purposefully to the edge of the bed. "Aunty! Remove yourself from him immediately! And for goodness sake, why are you attired so... suggestively in his presence?"

Caught in the middle, Brandon released a quiet sigh.

Freya offered Amelia a gentle expression. "There, there. No need for such agitation. Have you perhaps forgotten our pact?"

A pact? Amelia's frown intensified, but then the memory of a long-forgotten promise surfaced, and her gaze slowly shifted away.

Observing her reaction, Brandon felt a surge of curiosity. 'A promise? What sort of promise could that be?'

Meanwhile, Freya's grin broadened, mirroring that of a predator who had cornered its prey.

She pressed herself even closer to Brandon, her soft breasts molding more snugly against his chest as she leaned in.

"There. Now she won't be interrupting us any further."

She tenderly brushed her nose against his cheek. "Sir Kael- I shall henceforth address you simply as Kael."

Brandon's gaze drifted towards Amelia. She stood a few paces away, silent, a faint blush still gracing her cheeks.

'What kind of promise could elicit such a reaction?'

Freya drew back just enough to meet his eyes. "Are your evenings free, Kael?"

Turning his attention back to her, Brandon offered a slow nod, still attempting to navigate the bewildering situation.

"Yes..."

A radiant smile lit up Freya's features. "Then perhaps we could venture out for a short while?"

Gazing into her sparkling emerald eyes, he nodded once more. "Mhm."

Her expression softened, radiating genuine warmth. She leaned forward and placed a feather-light kiss upon his cheek, brushing against the corner of his mouth.

"I shall anticipate it keenly."

Brandon remained seated, utterly speechless. Before he could utter a word, Freya elegantly slid off his lap and rose to her feet.

She retrieved a piece of cloth from her side, using it to cover her partially exposed nightdress.

Then, she approached Amelia and patted her head affectionately, the gesture reminiscent of praising a well-behaved child.

"Good girl."

With that final remark, Freya exited the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Brandon slowly turned his head to face Amelia. "What, precisely, was that promise?"

Amelia averted her gaze shyly, unable to meet his questioning look.

Her fingers nervously twisted the fabric of her dress as she murmured, "I promised her... that I would share my future husband with her."

Brandon's eyes widened in disbelief: (⚆ᗝ⚆)

"You... you did what?"