Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 509: Near the lake

Brandon stood by the water's edge, a small collection of flat stones assembled at his feet.

With a skilled flick of his wrist, another rock was sent skittering across the lake's placid surface.

plip... plip... plip... plip...

It bounced four times before vanishing beneath the water.

He picked up a fresh stone, feeling its weight in his palm. 'I truly never anticipated entering a relationship in this particular era.'

A quiet sigh escaped him. 'Amelia and Freya… Another 500 years. I absolutely must discover a method for immortality or something similar.'

A few meters behind him, Freya was seated on a large, flat rock that offered a view of the lake.

Her shoes were off, and she was casually swinging her bare feet, the hem of her crimson dress rising to expose her smooth thighs.

Resting her chin on her hand, she observed Brandon with a dramatic pout shaping her full lips.

"I am right here," she murmured, audible enough for him to hear. "practically offering myself on a silver platter... and instead of exploring my body, he’s occupied with rocks."

She released an exaggerated sigh, leaning back on her hands.

The already unfastened front of her dress shifted lower, revealing more of her soft, deep cleavage.

The gentle sunlight illuminated her skin, accentuating the light sheen of perspiration along her collarbone and between her breasts.

Another stone skipped across the water.

plip... plip... plip...

Freya’s pout intensified with growing impatience.

"Men," she grumbled with a playful tone. "Present them with a beautiful woman in a secluded place, and they choose skipping stones. How utterly tragic."

Several minutes later, after a final throw that resulted in the rock bouncing six times, Brandon finally turned around.

He brushed the dust from his hands and approached her with a relaxed smile gracing his features.

Brandon took a seat beside her on the rock, and Freya immediately nestled against him, resting her head on his shoulder with a contented hum.

"Finally," she murmured, her voice tinged with playful annoyance. "I was beginning to feel overlooked. Here I am, dressed attractively, cleavage prominently displayed, alone with a handsome man by a picturesque lake... and you were far more engaged by making rocks dance."

Brandon emitted a soft chuckle as he encircled her waist with one arm, drawing her nearer.

"I required a moment for contemplation. Last night was quite eventful. This morning, even more so. I genuinely did not anticipate finding myself in a relationship with two women."

Freya tilted her head upward to meet his gaze. "True, it feels as though everything transpired with such haste. That is precisely why..."

She took his free hand and boldly placed it upon her thigh, just beneath the edge of her dress. "I am here, Kael. Warm. And quite hopeful that you will cease being so gentlemanly for a little while."

She shifted even closer, pressing her soft breasts against his arm as she nuzzled her nose against his neck.

"Or must I loosen my dress further to capture your undivided attention?" she whispered.

Brandon's hand instinctively tightened its gentle grip on her thigh, feeling the yielding softness of her flesh beneath his fingers.

He turned his head to look at her. "You truly are not holding anything back at all."

She smiled and lightly brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth.

Moving her lips, she closed her eyes and softly kissed his lips.

Brandon could perceive her inexperience in the way she advanced too eagerly, a touch clumsy yet brimming with authentic desire.

He gently returned the kiss, taking the lead. One hand remained on her thigh, squeezing softly, while the other rose to cradle the side of her face.

He guided her slowly, imparting the rhythm.

"Lower lip..." he murmured against her mouth.

Freya complied, parting her lips slightly and offering her full lower lip to him.

Brandon captured it delicately between his own, drawing on it with tender care.

He held her lip lightly, savoring its silken texture and her faint taste.

Her body trembled against him as she melted further into the kiss.

Feeling encouraged, she attempted to match his tempo, her hand sliding up his chest, silently pleading for further intimacy.

Brandon gradually deepened the kiss.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entry.

When she parted them with a shaky breath, he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her fully.

Freya let out a soft whimper into his mouth as she instinctively pressed closer, practically nestling into his lap.

The sound of their meeting and parting lips blended with the gentle lapping of the lake water and the soft rustle of leaves.

When they finally separated, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips for a moment before breaking.

Freya’s eyes were half-closed, hazy with disbelief. "Gods... I desire more."

She leaned in again, seeking another kiss, but Brandon held her back.

"Freya, cover yourself. I sense twenty individuals rushing towards this location."

Huh?

Freya's eyes widened in surprise. She swiftly pulled the front of her dress back up, concealing her generous cleavage, and simultaneously tugged the hem to cover her thighs.

With rapid movements, she slipped her shoes back on. "Who is present at this hour?"

From a distance, about twenty figures, clad in dark attire, emerged from the edge of the treeline.

Upon observing this, Freya's brow furrowed. "Bandits? In this region? How peculiar."

Brandon turned to her, inquiring, "Is this some sort of test arranged by your brother to gauge my abilities, perhaps?"

Freya immediately shook her head. "No. He is unaware of my whereabouts with you today. Something else is unfolding."

Brandon's gaze refocused on the approaching group. He noted their weaponry. "They are the genuine article. Certainly not common brigands. Someone has dispatched them with the intent to target us."

Freya moved closer to him. "Kael, can you manage them, or should we make our escape?"

"I am aware you vanquished one hundred guards, but they wielded training weapons. These individuals possess actual armaments and are advancing upon us with palpable killing intent. This is no mere game."

Brandon delivered a resounding smack to her backside before firmly grasping it.

*Plah* The soft flesh bounced beneath his palm, eliciting a startled gasp from Freya. "K-Kael?"

"Remain behind me. Furthermore, you have a rather attractive posterior... I shall attend to it later."

Massaging her rear, Freya nodded, drawing a sharp dagger from a sheath at her leg.

She positioned herself slightly behind him, prepared to offer support if the situation demanded it.