Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 626: The Illusion

Meanwhile downstairs -

Selene glanced at Camille and spoke "Aunt Camille, with your illusion skill, show Papa’s fight with the Lesser Divinity."

Camille, who was leaning against the wall near the doorway with Lisette, pushed herself off and stepped forward.

"I can show you some of it,"

Several heads turned toward her.

Camille raised one hand, and a faint shimmer of energy gathered at her fingertips before spreading outward.

The air in front of the couch warped slightly, and a translucent, rectangular screen of light formed in the middle of the room... an illusion projection drawn directly from her memory.

"I’ve always been able to store what I see," Camille explained calmly.

"Not just ordinary memories. I can lock specific moments into my illusion space and replay them later, almost like... recordings. I kept some of Lord Kael’s battles against the lesser divinities. In case anyone ever needed proof of what those fights were actually like."

The projection stabilized. Several thumbnail-like images appeared, floating neatly in rows.

Most of them showed chaotic battlefields, Brandon mid-combat against towering divine figures, storms of ether, and shattered terrain.

Camille reached out to select one of the fight recordings...

And then she froze.

A few of the thumbnails lower in the grid were very clearly not battles.

One showed Brandon pinning Camille against a wall with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Another captured her on her knees in front of him sucking his dick.

A third displayed her riding him his cock with her head thrown back, his hands gripping her hips.

The living room went dead silent.

Camille’s face turned red almost instantly.

"...Forgive me," she muttered in embarrassment as she hurriedly tried to scroll the sex recording thumbnails out of view.

"I- those were stored in the same space. I didn’t sort them properly."

Kiera immediately looked away, one hand rising to partially cover her face.

Naevora also lowered her gaze awkwardly. Even though she has seen him naked, seeing something like this is completely different.

Ravene simply exhaled while Elize covered her mouth with her fingers, trying and failing not to smile.

Eira, on the other hand, leaned forward with bright interest, and her eyes lit up.

"Oh? There’s more than just fights in there? Show that one."

Selene’s eyes also lit up with curiosity as she stepped closer to the projection.

"Play it," she said, pointing at one of the more thumbnails where Brandon was pushing her against the wall. "I want to see-"

"Absolutely not."

Yverine grabbed Selene by the shoulders and pulled her backward onto the couch with surprising speed.

At the same time, Eira seemed to remember the situation and joined in, clapping both hands over Selene’s eyes while Yverine covered the girl’s ears.

"You are his daughter," Yverine said firmly. "You are not watching that."

"But-!"

"No."

Selene struggled lightly, but the two women kept her firmly in place, one blocking her vision and the other her hearing.

Meanwhile, the rest of the women on the couch turned their attention back to Camille.

The embarrassment in the room was thick, but curiosity won them.

Florence cleared her throat softly.

"...Since the child is being handled," she said in a calm voice, "you may as well play one of the... ahem, those..."

Eh? Camille was dumbfounded to hear this "Y-You want me to play my own... battle with Lord Kael?"

A faint blush colored Florence’s cheeks "I mean... well..."

She glanced around at the other women seated on the long couch. "Is anyone against it?"

Silence.

No one spoke. A few pairs of eyes drifted away. Kiera kept her gaze fixed on a distant point near the window.

Ravene rested her chin on one hand while Elize just had a small smile on her face.

Dhayun and Jiyeon exchanged a quick glance but remained quiet.

Naevora simply looked mildly resigned, as if she had already accepted the direction this morning was taking.

Lisette, still standing near the side, giggled quietly under her breath.

After another second of hesitation, Camille exhaled and gave a small, stiff nod.

"...Fine."

She raised her hand again, and the illusion projection shifted.

The battle thumbnails disappeared, replaced by one of the more sex recordings she had stored.

The translucent screen expanded, and the living room was filled with the clear, detailed illusion of a different kind of memory.

The recording began with Camille already on her knees in front of Brandon with her lips parted as she took his cock into her mouth.

The real Camille stood stiffly beside the projection, unable to look directly at the other women as her past self continued on the screen.

No one interrupted.

A few of the women shifted slightly on the couch, and someone quietly cleared their throat.

Meanwhile, Charlotte took a notebook and was taking notes, looking at his expression to see which kind of kink he likes.

She noticed the subtle changes in his face and the way his jaw tightened as if cataloguing which actions drew the strongest reactions from him.

Kiera’s gaze shook.

She stared at the thick length of Brandon’s cock disappearing between Camille’s lips in the projection, and her throat moved as she instinctively swallowed.

’I-It is that big...?’

She quickly crossed her legs, trying to ignore the sudden restless feeling low in her stomach, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen despite herself.

Seeing the blowjob, Ravene could already feel her lower part getting wet ’Husband’s cock...’

Naevora lowered her gaze at first, clearly trying to maintain some composure.

She stared at her own hands folded in her lap for several seconds.

But no matter how she tried, her eyes kept drifting back to the projection against her will.

Each time she looked up, she caught another clear view of Camille’s lips stretched around Brandon’s thick cock.

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A few minutes later, the soft sound of footsteps came from the staircase.

Brandon came down first, still looking slightly half-asleep, with Rheanne following close behind him.

Neither of them seemed prepared for what was waiting in the living room.

The moment they stepped into view, Brandon’s eyes landed on the large illusion projection floating in the middle of the room.

On the screen, Camille was against the wall while he was fucking her from behind.

Brandon stopped mid-step.

"...What."

Every woman on the couch turned toward him at once.

Camille’s face which was already red, somehow managed to darken even further.

She immediately waved her hand, and the projection flickered before vanishing entirely.

A heavy, awkward silence crashed over the living room.

Rheanne stepped fully into the room behind him and looked at the scene.

Brandon’s gaze moved slowly across the couch.

Florence looked composed, but the faint color on her cheeks gave her away.

Ravene met his eyes without much shame, though the corner of her mouth twitched.

Kiera looked like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her.

Charlotte calmly closed the small notebook she had been writing in.

Naevora found a sudden deep interest in the pattern of the carpet.

Lisette was still visibly trying not to laugh.

While Eira and Yverine slowly let go of Selene’s ears and eyes.

With a soft cough, Elize asked "Shall I prepare tea, darling?"

Brandon gave them a flat look "I need tea, but before that. ...Why was there a recording of Camille and me having sex playing in the middle of the living room at this hour?"

Camille opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

"I... was showing them the battle recordings. And then... some other files were in the same storage. And then... Florence suggested..."

Florence cleared her throat with quiet dignity.

"I merely said that since Selene was already being covered, it would not be entirely unreasonable to well... to know the growth of our husband."

"And... no one was against it."

A few of the women on the couch looked away.

Lisette made a quiet sound that was very clearly a suppressed laugh.

Brandon stared at Florence for a long second, and then he let out a deep, tired sigh.

Without another word, he walked forward, grabbed Camille by the waist, and hauled her up onto his shoulder in one smooth motion.

Camille let out a startled yelp as her world tilted, her hands instinctively grabbing onto his back for balance.

"L-Lord Kael- ?!"

"I’m going to take a bath," Brandon muttered, already turning toward the stairs with Camille draped over his shoulder like a sack of particularly embarrassed potatoes.

"And I’m taking this one with me so I can have a good talk with her."

Camille was embarrassed as she hung upside down against his back.

"I-I can walk-!"

"No."

Rheanne watched the two of them head toward the staircase with a faintly amused expression.

Selene blinked in confusion "...Oh Papa carried Aunt Camille away?"

"Yes," Yverine said dryly. "Try not to think about why."