Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 512: A leverage

"Nacirfa Kingdom..."

Seated upon the bed, Rheanne uttered words under her breath, a profound furrow creasing her fine brow as her gaze fixed upon the floor, diligently processing the incoming information.

Brandon, positioned beside her, offered a slight nod. "Mhm."

She pivoted to face him, inquiry etched on her features. "Why would they dispatch assassins in pursuit of you?"

"Nacirfa has maintained a stance of careful neutrality for many decades. To directly assault the Goddess’s Shadow in such a manner... it defies logic unless a highly specific objective is at play."

Brandon offered a casual shrug before letting himself fall back onto the plush mattress, adopting a supine position with his hands interlaced behind his head. "My most reasoned conjecture is that they desire something from you,"

"The sole genuine vulnerability the Goddess possesses lies with her companion. Thus, they might have conceived the notion of apprehending this 'vulnerable' companion, subsequently compelling you to fulfill whatever duties they require. Employing me as a pawn to exert control over you represents the most astute stratagem they could devise."

Rheanne’s frown deepened, a palpable intensity in her expression. "That... possesses a degree of plausibility."

"However, it is also extraordinarily rash. Nacirfa is cognizant of my power. They comprehend my capabilities when individuals pose a threat to those I hold dear."

Upon processing these words, a subtle smile graced his lips. "Well, it appears they gravely underestimated my fortitude. But yes... on paper, it is a sound strategy. Secure the companion and threaten the Goddess. A classic maneuver for leverage."

Rheanne exhaled a slow, measured breath, her gaze lingering on him for a considerable moment.

The notion that someone might endeavor to weaponize him against her sent a disquieting tightness through her chest.

For Rheanne, Brandon served as her anchor of solace, a figure to whom she had developed a profound and deep-seated attachment.

"But were they ever to succeed in capturing you... I would incinerate entire kingdoms to ensure your return."

Brandon’s countenance softened considerably. A gentle, rumbling chuckle emanated from his chest as he extended his arm, encircling her waist and drawing her nearer.

Rheanne emitted a small, startled sound as she landed atop him.

"I am aware,"

She gazed down at him, her hands finding purchase on either side of his head, suspended above him.

Meeting his gentle, cerulean eyes, her own gaze softened, suffused with a quiet, tender affection.

*knock*

Yet, at that precise juncture, a distinct knocking resounded against the door.

Rheanne’s eyes flickered with a hint of surprise. She disengaged herself from Brandon with practiced grace, sitting upright on the bed and gently smoothing her nightgown.

Brandon inclined his head toward the door, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he also sat up.

He rose and ambled over, initially opening the portal merely a sliver before widening it upon recognizing the visitor.

Freya stood in the hallway, enveloped in a silk garment fashioned into a wrap.

The instant her eyes met his, a beguiling smile gracefully bloomed upon her lips.

Without uttering a sound, she allowed the cloth to unfurl and cascade from her shoulders, revealing the audacious lingerie she wore beneath.

It comprised a striking, deep crimson ensemble featuring a lace corset that strained to contain her abundant, full bosom.

The soft illumination from the hallway lantern caressed her skin, accentuating every voluptuous curve, the profound dip of her décolletage, and the smooth contours of her waist and thighs.

Brandon’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, a genuine expression of astonishment dawning on his face.

Freya emitted a soft giggle at his reaction and took a step forward, her lips immediately seeking his in a passionate kiss.

Her arms encircled his neck as she pressed her bare form against his.

"Let us share this night."

Within the confines of the chamber, Rheanne’s gaze intensified the moment Freya came into view.

She remained composedly seated upon the bed, her expression tranquil as she observed the unfolding tableau at the doorway, though a subtle undercurrent of irritation was discernible in her eyes.

Her fingers tightened ever so slightly on the edge of the blanket as she watched the bold, blonde woman openly kissing Brandon in the threshold.

Freya withdrew from the embrace just enough to cast a glance past Brandon, directing her attention toward Rheanne.

Huh? Her eyes widened considerably in shock, and she hastily retreated a step. "G-Goddess Rheanne? What is she doing here?"

Brandon offered a dry smile, rubbing the back of his neck as he found himself situated precariously between the two women.

"Well..."

Rheanne then rose from the bed and advanced toward the door.

Without a moment's hesitation, she extended her hand, taking Brandon’s. "Kael will be sleeping with me tonight."

Freya stood utterly dumbfounded, her gaze shifting back to Brandon, then to Rheanne. ’T-They share that type of connection? He never mentioned it to me.’

Before he could utter a single syllable, Freya hastily lowered her head in deference. "I shall take my leave then."

She quickly retrieved the fallen cloth from the floor and meticulously re-wrapped it around her body.

Observing her retreat, he subtly moved his lips to convey a silent message: ’We can discuss this tomorrow.’

With one final, lingering look cast toward Brandon, she turned and proceeded down the hallway, heading toward her own chambers.

Rheanne gently guided Brandon back into the room, closing the door softly behind them with a quiet click.

"I had assumed it was merely the princess; are you also this intimately involved with this woman?"

"...Events transpired with considerable rapidity."

Her gaze narrowed, and she drew him along with her. "Let us sleep together for a while."

"You'll need more ether from now on, particularly if the Nacirfa people attack you again."

She guided him to the bed first before climbing in beside him.

Without a word, she drew the blankets over them both and shifted closer until her body was pressed firmly against his.

One of her arms rested across his chest while her leg lightly intertwined with his.

Brandon put his arm around her and sensed that her body was still tense. 'Could she be jealous?'

He had been with her for over two years, yet he had never witnessed any reaction from her that suggested romance.

He understood her protectiveness towards him, as he was much like her...

...but this was unusual.

Brandon offered a faint smile in the dim light, his hand continuously stroking her back in a soothing manner.

'So even a Goddess can feel jealousy...' he mused with an amused chuckle.

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The following morning

Golden morning light bathed the castle hallways.

Amelia strolled through a quiet side corridor, dressed in a sophisticated blue gown.

Although her mild fever had mostly subsided, a subtle flush remained on her cheeks.

Suddenly, a strong hand emerged from a narrow side passage, gently drawing her in.

"Eep-!"

Amelia emitted a startled gasp as she was pulled into the shadowy alcove.

Before she could even process what was happening, a pair of warm arms encircled her waist, pulling her tightly against a familiar chest.

She looked up, her gaze meeting Brandon’s steady blue eyes.

"Sir Kael... a most pleasant morning," she managed to say, a deep blush instantly spreading across her face.

Brandon delicately caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, his thumb lightly grazing her skin.

Amelia attempted to compose herself, but her heart was pounding erratically within her chest.

"If you would release me now," she whispered softly, "I am in a rush to meet my father. I will visit your room later-"

Instead of freeing her, Brandon tightened his embrace, drawing her even closer until hardly any space remained between their bodies.

He lowered his head and affectionately nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "You aren't going anywhere."

"B-But... I really must hurry," she protested weakly, though she made little effort to pull away.

Brandon tilted his head and planted a gentle kiss on her flushed cheek.

"Kiss me," he murmured near her ear, "and you may leave."

A deep, vibrant blush painted Amelia’s cheeks, extending all the way to her ears.

Her hazel eyes widened in astonishment as she gazed up at him. "Me... kiss you?"

He nodded, a playful smile gracing his lips. "Yes. One proper kiss. Then I will permit you to go see your father."

Amelia glanced around self-consciously, ensuring no servants or guards were in sight.

The narrow passage provided a degree of privacy, but the thrill of potential discovery only intensified her fluster.

She bit her lower lip, evidently caught between embarrassment and longing.

After a few moments of internal conflict, she rose onto her tiptoes.

"J-Just one..." she whispered.

Brandon’s smile broadened as he lowered his head to meet her halfway.

Amelia’s lips met his hesitantly.

Then, mustering a bit more courage, she leaned in more firmly, kissing him with a sweet, innocent passion.

Upon parting, Amelia quickly stepped back, covering her mouth with both hands as if to conceal her lips.

"T-There... I kissed you," she stammered, unable to meet his gaze. "Now let me go. Father is waiting."

Brandon chuckled softly and released her waist, but not before bestowing one last swift kiss upon her forehead.

"I will see you later."

Amelia nodded hastily and hurried down the hallway towards her father’s study.

He watched her leave with a warm smile, leaning against the wall of the narrow passage for a moment.