Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

The morning sun filtered through the frosted glass of the bathroom and the sound of cascading water a steady hum as Brandon stood under the shower.

Elize pressed herself against his front and her breasts cushioned his chest with her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him deeply, "Mmm, Kael…"

Ravene hugged him from behind as her curves molded against his back, her big breasts pressing into his shoulder blades.

her hand slid below, caressing his abdomen before wrapping her fingers around his hardening cock, stroking slowly.

Elize's kisses deepened and her tongue plunged into his mouth, her hands sliding up to cup his face.

Her fingers traced his jaw and she pressed herself closer, her nipples grazing against his chest as she murmured "Next week, we're moving to the new house… it's quite bigger than this one."

Brandon nodded as his hands went down to grab her ass cheeks.

Eira lounged in the nearby bathtub as she watched them with a chuckle "Can't even make it through a shower without getting dirty, huh?"

Hearing this, Ravene grinned "Well, he likes to get spoiled by us..."

Elize pulled back from the kiss and hugged him tighter "You're gonna love the new place, Kael," she murmured and her voice was soft but laced with excitement.

"More rooms, bigger bed… plenty of space for us to play." She leaned in again, kissing his jaw, then his throat as her lips trailed to his collarbone.

Ravene kissed his nape as her hand continued stroking his cock "Husband... are you leaving after this?"

"Yeah..."

---

The evening air was cool, brushing gently against their skin as Brandon and Yverine strolled casually through the quiet city streets.

Brandon walked with his hands in his pockets while Yverine strolled with a bottle of green tea in hand.

"And today morning," she said, shaking her head with a sigh, "that guy's rich parents came to the hotel and apologized to me."

Brandon turned his head toward her and asked curiously "Yeah?"

She chuckled faintly "You should've seen their faces, Brandon. Absolutely terrified. The moment they saw Master step out of the lift, they both just… dropped to their knees. No hesitation."

She laughed softly, "They were probably scared she would kill their entire bloodline."

Brandon smiled gently "Well, that's what they get for raising a trash son."

Yverine gave his shoulder a gentle pat, her eyes softening "So, no longer be angry, okay? They already apologized to me."

Brandon nodded slowly, letting her words settle in his mind "Alright. If you're okay with it."

They continued walking in comfortable silence for a moment and the neon sign of a convenience store came into view.

The automatic doors slid open with a soft hiss as they stepped inside.

"I'm grabbing some snacks," Yverine muttered, rolling a shopping basket along the floor. "Help me out."

Brandon followed her through the aisles, and soon she was darting from shelf to shelf like a curious cat, grabbing brightly colored snack bags and holding them up for his opinion.

"Do you like shrimp crackers?" she asked, waving a red packet in front of him.

"They're alright," Brandon replied with a casual shrug.

She tossed it into the basket "Good enough."

She moved on to a bag of honey butter chips "How about these? They're a little sweet."

Brandon nodded "Better than sour cream."

"Agreed," she said as she added them to the haul.

Then she picked jelly candies, chocolate wafers, spicy noodles, and three cans of fizzy drinks.

Yverine glanced at each label and occasionally looked at Brandon for his reaction, as they built their snack mountain.

"You like peach flavor?" she asked, holding up a drink.

"I guess," he said, and it immediately joined the pile.

As she walked ahead, Brandon's eyes wandered.

His gaze landed on the back corner of the store, the dimly lit "restricted" section partially obscured by a hanging curtain.

Glancing once at Yverine, who was busy in the instant noodle aisle, he slowly made his way over.

The small adult section was cramped but neatly organized.

Shelves were stacked with boxed condoms, vibrating toys, lube in all sorts of flavors, and a locked glass cabinet filled with more… exotic items.

To one side were cigarettes, neatly aligned in rows, and branded lighters with skulls, and minimalist designs.

Brandon's gaze lowered to the condoms. Different sizes, textures, and even glow-in-the-dark ones were available.

He stared silently with a serious expression on his face.

'I'm having sex with three women… I don't even know if Elize might have gotten pregnant…'

He sighed inwardly 'I should be more careful. Condoms would help... but we've all gotten so used to raw sex. It just wouldn't feel the same if we switched now.'

Another sigh.

'Well, it's okay on safe days… and they do say they take pills on the dangerous ones…'

He was lost in thought when a soft voice interrupted him.

"Take it."

He blinked and turned around abruptly.

Yverine was standing right behind him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Sister Yve…" he murmured in surprise.

She nodded and replied "If you like it, take it. But… I didn't know you had the hobby."

"H-Hobby?" Brandon blinked in confusion.

'Is she saying… having sex is a hobby?'

Yverine's eyes flickered to the cigarette packs beside the condoms "I don't mind it either if it's you, you know."

Brandon nearly choked on his breath 'WHAT? She doesn't mind… me having sex with her?!'

He looked at her in shock "Are you… sure?"

She gave a small smile and nodded "Yeah. Everyone has their own hobbies, right? Some people collect figurines; some women in the Academy… do this kind of stuff too."

Brandon was completely thrown off by her calm attitude.

Slowly, awkwardly, he reached out and picked up a box of condoms, the ultra-thin kind.

Yverine's eyes widened in utter shock "W-Wait. Why are you actually taking the condoms?"

"Huh?" Brandon blinked at her. "Didn't you just say it was fine?"

She looked even more confused "I was talking about the cigarettes!"

There was a pause.

Brandon stared.

Yverine stared back.

"…Oh," Brandon muttered as a faint '-_-' expression took over his face.

But then Yverine realized what actually happened in their conversation.

Her eyes widened, and a deep crimson flushed over her cheeks "W-Wait! When I said 'I don't mind it, and that It was okay…' did you think I meant that I don't mind us having s-s-se-?!"

She couldn't finish the word and she turned away in a flustered panic.

Brandon awkwardly scratched his cheek and coughed lightly, "I… was looking through the condoms to use them with my girlfriend."

Yverine stiffened slightly, then gave a small nod, trying to recover her composure.

"A-Ah, of course… of course, with your girlfriend. I… misunderstood. Haha…" She laughed nervously, still facing away.

He smiled and gently placed the condom box in the shopping trolley before walking past her, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat "Let's get the rest of the snacks. I think we've embarrassed each other enough for tonight."

Yverine let out a deep sigh and nodded.

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At the counter, the woman who was billing the items took the condom and glanced between them before billing it with a smile.

Yverine, already red as a tomato from their earlier misunderstanding, was now looking up at the ceiling while Brandon just smiled dryly 'Welp...'

After billing the items, the cashier smiled warmly "Enjoy your night."

That was it.

The final boss line.

Yverine's brain short-circuited.

Pfffft—!

Yverine's face instantly heated up from a healthy blush to emergency-level-crimson and Brandon could literally see imaginary smoke fuming from her head.

'I-Is she alright?'

She slowly turned away from the counter, grabbed the bag of snacks with trembling fingers, and muttered something like "Thanks-you-good-night-okay-bye," before half-running out of the store.