Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 643: Scylla’s acceptance

Soft morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting pale streaks across the bed.

Brandon lay on his back, completely naked with Scylla on top of him.

Her black hair fell forward in messy strands, some of it brushing against his chest as she rested there.

He could feel the dense muscle in her arms, the firm curve of her back, and the powerful legs straddling his hips.

Unlike the softer bodies he was used to, Scylla’s body was built for combat.

Even at rest, there was strength in the way she held herself over him.

Brandon’s hand moved slowly down her spine.

He patted her lower back once, then again, and his palm drifted lower until it settled over the full, muscular curve of her ass.

He gave it a firm squeeze, letting his fingers sink into the tight flesh.

Scylla made a low sound in her throat and shifted slightly, pressing herself more firmly against him as his hand continued to knead.

Brandon squeezed again, slower this time, spreading his fingers across both cheeks before gripping them properly.

"You’re heavy in the morning," he murmured.

Scylla huffed quietly against his neck "You’re the one who pulled me on top of you last night."

His hand gave her ass another deliberate squeeze, "Didn’t hear your ass complaining."

As he spoke, he lifted his palm and brought it down in a firm slap.

Scylla’s body tensed for a second before she let out a low breath and pushed herself even closer as she nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck.

Her strong thighs tightened slightly around his hips, holding herself in place.

For a while neither of them spoke. The morning light continued to creep across the bed, slowly.

Then Brandon’s spoke "...Why don’t you stay here properly?"

"With the others. Get along with them more. You’re always off on your own or only showing up when there’s something to fight."

Scylla stayed pressed against him, her breath fanning against his collarbone.

After a few seconds she murmured laziily "I don’t care about getting along with them. I only care about you."

Her fingers curled lightly against his side.

"I love you. That’s enough for me."

She moved just enough so her lips brushed his skin as she continued. "I don’t care how many women you have. Freya, Amelia, the people at the present... it doesn’t matter to me."

"In fact... having more women only proves how capable of a man you are. That you can keep all of them, protect all of them, and still have strength left. I love that about you."

Brandon stayed quiet for a moment.

His other hand came up and settled against the back of her head, sliding his fingers into her black hair.

He held her there for a second, then guided her face up just enough so he could look at her properly.

Her dark eyes met his eyes without any hesitation or embarrassment.

He kissed her.

It started slow, but Scylla responded immediately, tilting her head and pressing in harder.

Her body shifted on top of him as the kiss deepened, her muscular frame rolling slightly so that more of her weight settled against him.

A low breath left her mouth when their lips briefly parted.

"You’re hard again," she muttered against his mouth.

"You’re naked and on top of me," he replied. "What did you expect?"

He kissed her once more, slower this time, before pulling back just enough to speak.

"Stay here for a while. Get along with the others. Live here properly for a while."

She was quiet for a moment and her black hair fell forward as she looked down at him.

"...You want me to play house with them?"

"I want you to stop keeping distance,"

"You’re already mine. That doesn’t change if you spend time with my women here. You are already close to Freya and others... So stay here."

"Camille and Lisette will also be here."

Scylla exhaled slowly and shifted her hips, grinding against him once more as she considered it.

"I don’t care about getting along with people," she muttered. "You already know that."

"I know." Brandon’s hand slid up her back, then down again, settling over her ass once more.

"I’m still telling you to try."

Scylla stared at him for another second. Then the corner of her mouth curved faintly.

"...Fine. I’ll stay. I’ll even try not to start fights with your other women."

She leaned down again, pressing her full breasts firmly against his chest as she brought her face close to his.

"But only because you asked."

The morning light had grown a little stronger by the time they settled into a comfortable silence.

Then the door opened.

Amelia stepped inside, already mid-thought as she entered "Husband, Ravene told me to-"

But she stopped and smiled wryly seeing them on the bed.

She simply closed the door behind her with a quiet click and walked the rest of the way over to the bed.

Amelia sat down on the edge of the mattress and held a phone out toward Brandon.

"Ravene gave this to me and told me to give it to you."

Brandon smiled and reached up to take the phone from her.

"Thanks, dear."

Amelia leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before she pulled back just enough to glance at Scylla, who was still comfortably settled on top of him.

"Sister Scylla, don’t hog him in bed all day long."

Scylla chuckled and nuzzled deeper into Brandon’s neck.

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Late Morning

Brandon was sitting on the couch with the new phone in his hand, scrolling through it slowly.

Eira walked over and dropped herself onto his lap and wrapped her hand loosely around his shoulder as she made herself at home.

"Elena called me," she said.

Brandon glanced up from the phone.

"She’s mad," Eira continued. "Since you suddenly disappeared on her, and then yesterday you went to the Academy but didn’t even meet her."

"She sounded pretty annoyed. Kept asking where you’ve been and why you didn’t even show your face when you were already there."

Brandon smiled dryly upon hearing this "I see... there is also this tournament stuff going on. Haa... I will go and meet her later."

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The soft afternoon light filtered through the wide windows of the living room, casting a warm glow over the couches.

Freya sat with one leg folded under her, a cup of tea resting loosely in her hands. Amelia was curled up beside her, leaning lightly against her aunt’s shoulder while ELize is sitting on the opposite couch.

Amelia was the first to speak, "So, shall we go see her?"

"She’s still in the hospital. Brandon hasn’t said much about it... but I keep thinking about it. She’s his mother."

Elize’s expression softened slightly and set her own cup down on the low table.

"Mhm, let’s go... I will also tell about her on our way."

"Go and call Selene."