Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 529: Fighting together

Early morning light filtered gently through the living room curtains.

Brandon sat relaxed on the couch, wearing only a pair of loose black pants.

Amelia was curled up comfortably on his lap, straddling him with her knees on either side of his hips.

She wore a thin white nightgown that had slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing smooth, pale skin.

She leaned in close, pressing soft, affectionate kisses along the side of his neck and jaw.

"Mmm..." Amelia hummed softly between kisses, her breath tickling his neck.

Brandon’s hand rested on her smooth thigh, slowly squeezing the soft flesh.

His fingers kneaded gently, occasionally sliding higher under the hem of her nightgown to squeeze her ass.

He tilted his head slightly, giving her better access as a small smile played on his lips.

Amelia pulled back just enough to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were half-lidded with affection and quiet desire.

Without another word, she leaned in and captured his lips in a loving kiss.

Amelia let out a contented sound into his mouth, and her body melted against him as their lips moved together.

Pulling back from the kiss, she pecked his lips "A while ago, my father asked about my marriage."

"He told me to ask you about it and said he wants to know about your intentions."

"He just wants to hear it from you and wants to know if you’ll take responsibility for me."

She smiled faintly "He still doesn’t know about your relationship with Aunt Freya."

Amelia bit her lower lip gently, "Father is starting to pressure me a little. He says I’m at the age where I should be thinking about my future."

She lowered her gaze for a moment, tracing a finger along his collarbone.

"I told him I don’t want anyone else. Only you."

Her voice became even softer. "So... what should I tell him, Sir Kael?"

With a smile, he replied "Sure. We can get married if that’s your wish."

Amelia’s eyes brightened instantly.

A soft, delighted laugh escaped her lips as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"I’m so happy..." she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin.

Patting her back, Brandon spoke "Also... stop calling me Sir Kael. I already told you."

Amelia let out a shy little laugh, "I know... It’s just a habit. You were ’Sir Kael’ for so long in my mind. But I’ll try... Kael."

Saying it without the title seemed to make her even happier.

"Kael..." she whispered against his lips, smiling brightly. "My Kael."

At that moment, Freya walked into the living room carrying a wooden tray with both hands.

On it, there were three cups of herbal tea, fresh warm bread with butter and honey, sliced fruits, and a small bowl of nuts.

"Here, husband..." Freya spoke in a loving voice as she placed the tray on the low table in front of them.

Amelia blinked rapidly, ’Hus... what? Husband?’

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at her aunt.

Freya sat down gracefully on the couch right beside Brandon, pressing herself against his side.

She hugged his arm affectionately, resting her head lightly on his shoulder. Her full breasts pressed softly against his bare arm through the thin robe.

Amelia’s face turned a deep shade of red "A-Aunt Freya... did you just call him... husband?"

Freya tilted her head with a gentle smile. She reached forward, picked up one of the teacups, and handed it carefully to Brandon.

"Yes, I did. We’re going to be married eventually, aren’t we? So I thought I’d start getting used to saying it."

She looked up at Brandon with warm, loving eyes.

Brandon accepted the tea with his free hand, taking a slow sip while his other arm remained wrapped around Amelia’s waist, holding her securely on his lap.

He glanced down at Amelia’s shocked expression and chuckled softly.

Amelia’s blush deepened to the tips of her ears. She buried her face against Brandon’s neck again, mumbling shyly,

"B-But... calling him husband so openly... it’s embarrassing..."

Brandon took another sip of tea, his hand gently rubbing Amelia’s back to comfort her.

Freya picked up her own cup of tea and took a sip, still leaning comfortably against him.

The scent of herbal tea and fresh bread filled the air as sunlight continued to brighten the room.

Brandon looked at the two women, and a contented smile appeared on his lips.

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*sleesh*

Rheanne’s blade sliced cleanly through three aberrants in a single swing, severing torsos and limbs.

Blood sprayed across the floor as the creatures disintegrated into black mist before they could even scream.

Brandon had a long, black sword that he had taken from Rheanne’s dimensional storage.

With a powerful step forward, he spun and delivered a horizontal slash that bisected four aberrants at once.

The force of the swing created a visible shockwave, blasting the creatures behind it into the walls.

"Left side." Rheanne called out calmly.

"I see them," Brandon replied.

A group of larger aberrants, which are heavily mutated with armored shells and massive claws, charged from the left.

Rheanne dashed forward and brought her blade down in a devastating overhead strike.

CRACK-!

The blade, infused with dense ether, shattered the lead aberrant’s armored shell like glass and cleaved it in half from head to groin.

She landed gracefully, spun on her heel, and slashed sideways, cutting down two more in one fluid motion.

Brandon charged straight into the remaining group.

He shoulder-checked the biggest one, sending it flying into the wall with a sickening crunch.

Before it could recover, he drove his sword through its chest, pinning it to the stone.

With a twist and pull, he ripped the blade free and used the momentum to decapitate two more aberrants that tried to flank him.

The creatures kept coming.

Rheanne barely seemed to exert effort, yet the bodies piled up around her.

Brandon smashed through the horde with brute strength. A powerful kick shattered an aberrant’s ribcage and sent it crashing into three others.

He grabbed one by the head, crushed its skull in his grip, and used the corpse as a club to batter the next wave.

SLEESH!

Rheanne appeared at his side and covered his blind spots while he rammed through the center.

One particularly large aberrant roared and charged at Rheanne.

She dashed straight toward it and rose with a powerful upward slash.

Her blade cut through its torso from hip to shoulder in one clean motion.

As the creature staggered, Brandon leaped onto its back, drove his sword through the top of its head, and twisted violently, exploding its skull.

The giant aberrant collapsed in a heap.

He pulled his sword free and looked around. The chamber was now littered with corpses and black mist.

The last few aberrants tried to flee, but Rheanne raised her hand, and a wave of compressed ether shot forward, shredding them into nothing.

She flicked the blood off her blade and sheathed it with a smooth motion.

Rheanne walked over to him and gently brushed a strand of hair from his face.

"Finally... it feels great to fight beside you again."

Brandon let out a chuckle and asked "Shall we keep going?"

Rheanne nodded with a spark of excitement in her eyes.

"Let’s clear this tower completely. Just like old times."