Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 620: The guest

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Previously on Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world...

Brandon returns to the mansion where Freya, Selene, and others say their goodbyes for the night. Later, Brandon shares an intimate moment with Ravene in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Selene tries to understand Eira and Kiera's complicated relationship with Brandon, eventually learning they are his lovers and stepdaughters.

Brandon was sitting in the center of the couch while Dhayun was sitting in the high backrest of the couch behind him.

She sat perched there with her legs draped forward over his shoulders, her bare calves resting against his chest as she played with his longer hair.

Her fingers moved slowly through the dark strands, combing and lifting them.

"You’ve really let it grow," she murmured, gathering a section between her fingers. "Should I braid it? It would suit you."

Brandon tilted his head slightly under her hands, "Just put it in a bun, Noona. I don’t want it getting in the way later."

Dhayun clicked her tongue in mild disappointment but didn’t argue.

She continued running her fingers through his hair, already beginning to gather it toward the back of his head.

To his right, Yverine sat close against his side with one knee drawn up on the cushion as she leaned lightly into him.

Jiyeon occupied the space on his left with her shoulder resting against his arm while she watched Dhayun work with quiet interest.

Dhayun’s fingers continued their work, occasionally brushing the nape of his neck as she collected the strands.

"It’s thicker than before too," she commented. "The past really changed more than just your face."

Yverine nodded her head "It suits him. Though it’s strange seeing him with it tied up already. I’m still getting used to the longer look."

Dhayun finished securing the bun with a twist and a small band she was carrying, then rested both hands on his shoulders from above, her legs still comfortably hooked over him.

"There," she said, sounding satisfied. "Though I still think a braid would have been better."

He reached up and briefly covered one of her hands with his own hand.

"Next time," he said.

Dhayun smiled faintly and left her hands where they were.

At that moment, Elize stepped inside the living room. "Dinner is ready."

As Brandon was about to stand up, a wry smile appeared on his lips "Well, looks like we have a guest, I will welcome the guest. You all go ahead and eat."

Dhayun’s legs slipped from his shoulders as he stood.

Yverine and Jiyeon both looked up at him with mild curiosity, but neither stopped him.

Elize already sensed the same shift in the air as he had, so she simply nodded and turned back toward the kitchen.

Brandon walked out of the living room and through the front entrance.

As he stepped out, he glanced up at the skies.

*swoosh*

A woman dashed through the air and landed lightly on the grass a few steps in front of him.

For a second she simply stood there, catching her breath, "You damn rascal, where have you been?"

Looking at Naevora, his gaze softened in affection, and he stepped forward, gently pulling her into a hug.

Naevora stiffened in surprise because of the sudden hug "...What are you-"

Then, after a second, she exhaled and slowly brought her arms up around him in return, returning the embrace even as her tone stayed dry.

"What’s with the wig on your head?" she muttered against his shoulder, her fingers briefly tugging at the longer strands of his hair.

"And everything else. You look older. What the hell happened to you?"

Brandon didn’t answer her with words.

Instead he lowered his head, pulled the front of her top down just enough to expose the upper curve of her breasts, and pressed his face directly into the soft warmth of her cleavage with a low, contented sound.

"Still feels the same," he murmured against her skin, nuzzling in without the slightest shame.

Naevora’s entire body went stiff for a second.

"You-!"

Her hands flew up as if to shove him back, and a deep flush rose across her cheeks as she looked down at the top of his head buried between her breasts.

"You absolute pervert," she hissed in irritation.

"You disappear for a week, worrying me sick over you, and the first thing you do is motorboat your master?! Have you no shame at all?!"

Brandon only pressed closer, "Missed you too, Master."

Naevora made a strangled sound in exasperation, and one of her hands ended up resting against the back of his head... whether to pull him off or hold him there, it was unclear even to her.

"Where have you gone for a week? They said you were gone for a vacation or something... what happened?"

Brandon nuzzled deeper into the soft warmth of her cleavage, then pressed a slow kiss directly against the inner curve of her breast.

"Brandon-!" Her fingers tightened in his longer hair with equal parts scolding and reluctant tolerance.

"I’m asking you a serious question and you’re kissing my chest like a starved animal. Answer me properly, you damn rascal."

He placed another kiss a little higher just beneath her collarbone this time, still making no move to pull away or give a straight answer.

Naevora stared down at the top of his head with a mix of disbelief and the familiar, long-suffering expression she always had when he got like this.

"Let go of my breasts already..."

Brandon finally tilted his head just enough to glance up at her with his chin still resting against the soft give of her chest.

"Priorities, Master."

Naevora’s eye twitched.

She exhaled sharply and gave the back of his head a light, warning push.

"You are going to explain everything. And you are going to do it with your face not buried in my chest. Understand?"

Brandon pressed one last kiss to the warm skin between her breasts before reluctantly lifting his head.

His hands, however, remained comfortably settled at her waist, and the faint, shameless smile on his lips made it clear he was only complying for now.

"Yes, Master. I’ll explain. Just... give me a second. You still smell the same."

"...Hopeless," she muttered under her breath.

Brandon reached down, gently took her hand, and gave it a light pull toward the house.

"I’ll explain everything," he said. "But let’s eat first. Dinner’s ready, and you flew here... you must be hungry."

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Brandon stepped inside with Naevora beside him.

Selene spotted him almost immediately.

She walked straight over with a bright expression and stopped in front of him.

"Papa, let’s have dinner,"

Naevora’s steps slowed as she stared at the new woman in confusion.

’...Papa?’

She glanced at Brandon from the corner of her eye, then back at the unfamiliar woman standing comfortably in front of him.