Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 636: Girls? GIRLS?!

Brandon was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, the sheets pushed down around his waist.

Yverine was pressed against his left side, her bare leg draped over his thigh, one arm resting across his stomach.

Eira lay on his right with her head tucked against his shoulder.

"She told you everything?"

Hearing his words, Eira shifted a little closer and murmured near his ear "...Yeah, she told us everything about what happened in the five hundred years."

Yverine’s hand slowly tightened on his stomach and just listened, her cheek resting against his chest.

Eira continued, "It must have been hard for you to stay like that and fight for years in a foreign place... without even knowing if you will even come back."

"I kept thinking about it after she finished talking. Five hundred years... and you still came back to us."

Brandon remained quiet for a while after Eira’s words.

"...It didn’t always feel like five hundred years," he muttered under his breath.

With a thoughtful look, he spoke "Some parts passed quickly. Fighting. Moving. Building things. Other parts..."

He exhaled "Other parts dragged."

"And later... I had people there too. It wasn’t only suffering."

Yverine finally lifted her head a little, resting her chin lightly against his chest so she could look at him.

"Did you ever think you wouldn’t make it back?" she asked.

Brandon’s hand moved slowly, settling on her back "Yeah... There were moments. Especially early on. When I didn’t fully understand the paradox... or the time difference."

"And I thought a lot of my past life choices and the regrets I had... and wished I had spent more time with you all."

His gaze lowered slightly "Also, I think... talking with Rheanne about it made it all a lot easier."

"At that time, I don’t know who to tell this to... I had Amelia and Freya, but I didn’t want to burden them with this."

"What scared me most wasn’t dying there. It was the thought that if I stopped reminding myself of your faces and voices... I might eventually forget them."

"Five hundred years is a long time to keep something clear in your head."

Eira’s fingers paused on his chest "Did it ever start fading? Even a little?"

Brandon shook his head slowly "No. I wouldn’t let it. Some nights I forced myself to recall the smallest things."

"The way Florence used to fix my collar and my cuddles with Elize. The sound of Ravene laughing too loudly. The way you two argued over the dumbest things."

"My University days with Jiyeon and my childhood with Dhayun. Charlotte’s possessiveness... and my dungeon fights with Naevora."

A faint breath left his lips "It sounds strange, but those memories became a kind of anchor."

Yverine shifted closer "You carried all of that alone for so long. Even after you came back, you barely talked about it."

"I didn’t know how to start," Brandon muttered with a dry smile.

"Coming back felt... surreal. Part of me was still somewhere else. And none of you had lived those years with me. I wasn’t sure the words would make sense."

Eira’s hand moved up to his cheek, "They make sense," she murmured. "Even if we can’t fully understand how long it felt... we will always listen to you."

Yverine nodded against him "You don’t have to keep the rest of it locked away either. If something still sits heavy, you can say it. We’re not going anywhere."

Brandon’s arms tightened around both of them "Thankyou, girls."

Huh? Both of their bodies stiffened. G-Girls?

Eira slowly lifted her head from his shoulderb "...Girls?"

Yverine pushed herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with narrowed eyes "Did you just call us girls?"

Brandon blinked, clearly realizing a second too late what he had said "I meant-"

"No, no, hold on." Eira sat up a little more, still half-draped over him.

"I know there’s an age gap, but hearing my lover call me ’girl’ like that feels... weird."

Yverine made a quiet sound of agreement "It’s strange, right? We’re lying here naked with you, and you just dropped ’girls’ like we’re some younger sisters you need to look after."

Before Brandon could properly defend himself, Yverine shifted fully on top of him.

She leaned forward and pressed her bare breasts against his face, pinning him lightly against the pillow.

"Does this feel like a girl to you?"

"Mfg-" Brandon’s reply came out muffled against her skin.

Eira covered her mouth, trying not to laugh "He’s not even denying it properly."

Yverine stayed where she was, looking down at him with a raised brow.

"You’ve fought gods, lived through five hundred years, built a holy land... and somehow your vocabulary still needs work."

Eira leaned closer from the side, resting her chin on her hand as she watched the two of them.

"Maybe we should start fining him every time he says something like that."

"I second that," Yverine said. "One bad word, one punishment."

Brandon finally managed to turn his head just enough to breathe "You’re both being dramatic."

Yverine pressed down a little more deliberately "Say that again."

Eira laughed quietly and reached over to poke his cheek.

"You should’ve just said ’thank you, my dears’ or something. Anything would’ve been better than girls."

Brandon tried to speak again, "I wasn’t thinking about word choice-"

"That’s the problem," Yverine cut in.

She finally leaned back just enough for him to breathe properly, but she remained straddling his waist.

Brandon looked between the two of them "You’re overanalyzing one word."

Yverine tilted her head "Are we?"

Eira rested her chin on her hand "Imagine if one of us called you ’boy’ right after being intimate. How would that sound?"

Brandon opened his mouth, then closed it again "...Point taken."

Yverine gave a small, satisfied hum "See? He gets it when it’s flipped on him."

She poked his chest with one finger "From now on, if you thank us, use something proper. ’My dears.’ ’You two.’ Even just our names. Anything that doesn’t make it sound like you’re patting us on the head."

Eira smiled and added "Or we start keeping score. Every time he says it, he owes us something."

"I like that," Yverine agreed immediately. "He already has a list of things he needs to make up for. We can just add to it."

Brandon let out a quiet breath, staring up at both of them "You’re enjoying this too much."

"Of course we are," Eira uttered with a chuckle.

Yverine leaned down again and muttered in a teasing tone "So? Are you going to apologize properly, or do we keep going?"

Brandon looked at her for a second, then at Eira, before finally speaking.

"...Thank you. Both of you."

Eira raised a brow.

"And?"

He exhaled "My dears."

Eira and Yverine looked at each other with a smile before leaning down to kiss his cheek. "And we love you."

*smooch*

After the kiss, Yverine rested her chin on his chest, "Maybe you should just start calling me Sister Yve again. Like the old days. That way you won’t forget the real age gap."

Eira immediately perked up beside them "Same here. You can call me Sister Eira."

Both Brandon and Yverine turned their heads toward her at the same time.

"...What?"

"Since when was that a thing?"

Eira only shrugged, looking completely unbothered "What? Did you forget? You actually used to call me that. Sister Eira."

"It just stopped at some point... I think you forgot because it’s been five hundred years."

Brandon stared at her for a second, clearly searching his memory.

Yverine’s lips curved into a dry little smile as she looked at Eira, then back at him.

She didn’t say anything, but the quiet amusement in her eyes was obvious.

Eira poked his cheek lightly "Don’t look so lost. It happened. You just forgot."

Brandon let out a short breath "...I think you’re making that up."

"I’m not," Eira replied quickly. "But it’s fine if you don’t remember. We can always start again. Now call me Sister Eira."

"I am not saying it."

"...You used to say it," she insisted, tapping his cheek lightly with one finger as if that would somehow jog his memory faster.

Yverine let out a soft laugh, "Alright, that’s enough. You’re bullying him."

Eira shrugged lightly "I’m not bullying him. I’m helping him remember."

"Mm," Yverine hummed, clearly unconvinced as her lips curved into a faint smile. "Keep telling yourself that."

Then, without another word, she shifted slightly and leaned down.

Her hand came up to lightly hold the side of Brandon’s face before she pressed a soft kiss against his lips.

Pulling back slightly, she murmured against his lips "You have to be careful at choosing your words, Or we will punish your little guy down there."

Hm? Brandon rose up slightly. and the corner of his mouth twitched "...Little guy? Now again... who wants to choose their words carefully?"

Yverine blinked in confusion, and she finally realized her mistake "I mean-big. Big!"

Before she could say anything else, Brandon pushed her down onto the bed.

Yverine’s back met the mattress with a soft bounce, her hair spreading across the sheets.

Brandon followed her down, settling his weight over her as he got on top.

His hands slid firmly along the insides of her thighs and pushed them open, spreading her legs wide beneath him.

A surprised breath left her lips as she felt his thick, half-hard cock rest heavily against her open folds.

"Brandon-"

He leaned down, bracing himself on one forearm beside her head while his other hand kept her thigh pinned open.

"Little guy, huh?"

He rolled his hips once, dragging the length of his cock slowly up and down between her pussy lips, coating it in her wetness.

Yverine’s breath hitched and her hands came up to rest against his chest.

To the side, Eira watched them for a second before she turned her head away and started to shift off the bed.

"Alright... I think I’ll just-"

Her words didn’t get far.

Brandon’s free hand reached out without looking, catching her wrist before she could slip away.

"Now where are you going?"

Eira paused mid-motion, blinking down at his hand around her wrist before looking back at him. "Um... Leaving you two alone?"

He smiled gently "That’s very considerate of you, dear, but you are in this too."

Eira: ’╥﹏╥ I am cooked.’

Yverine turned her head slightly toward Eira, but any reply was cut off when Brandon pressed the head of his cock firmly against her pussy.

Yverine’s lips parted as she felt his dick throb against her.

"...I already corrected myself," she muttered with a blush on her face. "I said big."

"Then make sure you remember it," he murmured.

And with that, he thrust the rest of the way in, burying his thick cock deep inside Yverine’s still-sensitive pussy in one smooth stroke.

"Hnghh~ Brandon~?"