Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

With a playful tug, he pulled her toward the couch and sat before guiding her onto his lap.

"Ah.." Yverine let out a startled yelp and her hands instinctively reached for his shoulders to steady herself as she settled against him.

"Brandon!" she exclaimed in a mix of surprise and exasperation, though the flush creeping up her cheeks betrayed the effect of his closeness.

He hugged her tightly and his arms slid around her waist from behind as his hands slid upward, reaching for the hem of her t-shirt.

"Haa… Sister Yve," he murmured in a husky voice, laced with a teasing affection as his fingers pulled her t-shirt upward with a deliberate slowness that made Yverine's breath hitch.

Her lips twitched, and she let out a deep sigh, trying to maintain her composure. "God damn, why are you so impatient?"

"Listen to me, dumbass." She twisted slightly in his lap as she tried to push his hands away, but the warmth of his touch and the playful glint in his eyes made it hard to stay firm.

Brandon gently pulled the t-shirt over her head before tossing it onto the floor with a soft thud.

His lips brushed against her cheek in a soft kiss and his gaze drifted downward, looking at the front-clip bra she was wearing.

With a deft movement, he unhooked the clasp, letting the bra fall open and revealing her breasts.

His hands moved instinctively and his palms cupped the soft, warm curves and his fingers molded them with a gentle squeeze that drew a quiet gasp from Yverine's lips.

"Haa..."

A sigh of contentment escaped Brandon's lips as he leaned in, "Now you speak, I will listen…"

Yverine facepalmed herself and uttered with an irritated groan "We shouldn't be doing this again,"

She looked at him but his focus is on her breasts as he squeezed them to his enjoyment.

Brandon tilted his head and his smiled softened as he met her gaze. "Sorry, next time… I won't be finishing inside you."

His fingers gave her breasts another gentle squeeze, his thumbs brushing lightly over her dark red nipples, and he felt her body shudder slightly in his lap.

Yverine shook her head and she turned on his lap to face him fully as her hands came to rest on his chest, her fingers curling against his shirt.

"No, there won't be a next time," she said in a quieter voice, tinged with resolve as she lowered her head, her damp hair falling over her shoulder.

"That was in the heat of the moment… and we did it… something like tha- Haangh~"

Her words were cut off as Brandon's hands squeezed her breasts again, drawing another moan from her, and she swatted his chest, "Are you listening, bastard?"

With a chuckle, Brandon replied "Yeah, yeah, I am… your reddish nipples are cute."

Yverine's eyes narrowed, and she grabbed his wrists, holding them still as she met his gaze, "Brandon, listen," she said in a firm voice carrying the weight of her seriousness.

"This is a serious matter. We can't just… keep doing this. It's too complicated… and what happened in the shower…"

She trailed off and her cheeks flushed deeper as she thought of the potential consequences, her fingers tightening on his wrists.

With her Master... and his girlfriend, Eira.

Brandon's expression softened, but before he could respond, a sudden realization hit him, "Wait, I haven't kissed you yet."

Eh? She blinked and replied "Bastard, that's not the fucking concer-"

He gently turned her face toward him and leaned in, pressing his lips to her lips in a soft kiss.

He pulled back and smiled brightly "Now, that's our first kiss."

Yverine's face flushed with a deeper shade of pink and her eyes widened as she processed the kiss, her lips tingling from the contact.

She swatted his chest repeatedly and her hands landed with soft thuds against his shirt as she exclaimed, "I am telling you, listen to me… we shouldn't be doing this!"

Brandon chuckled and his arms tightening around her waist as he pulled her closer, her bare chest pressing against his shirt. "I'm listening, Sister Yve..."

He looked at her flushed face and muttered "But you're making it real hard to focus, sitting here like this."

The blush on her face deepened but she pushed that aside and grabbed his collar "Listen here, Brandon.. we are not doing that again. We did that just in the heat of the moment."

"I know I am partially to blame, so... let's stop doing this whole thing."

Brandon just looked at her lips as she spoke and muttered "Your lips also look pretty."

Her lips twitched in frustration and she pinched his cheek "Don't dodge what I am asking, dumbass, dumbass. Listen."

Hm? He let out a soft chuckle and asked "Sister Yve, let me ask you one thing."

Hearing the sudden seriousness in his tone, she was startled "W-What is it?"

Looking into her eyes, he asked "Do you regret having sex with me?"

Huh? Her eyes dilated in shock and she lowered her gaze "T-That's..."

He smiled and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear "That's?"

She bit her lip and her body trembled on his lap.

He leaned forward, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck "Sister Yve, you also smell so fucking nice...."

He pulled her even closer and his arms tightened around her waist as he pressed a soft kiss to her neck "Should we have another round? I really can't seem to resist you, Sister Yve."

She grabbed his ear and pulled him back, making him wince slightly in pain "No... my lower part hurts."

Brandon's expression softened and a flicker of concern crossed his face as he placed his hand over hers, gently easing her grip on his ear "Then tomorrow?"

Yverine stared at him for a moment before grabbing his neck and shaking him violently "You fucker, you fucker..."

"Ah- Ah... wait.. Sister Yve... wait wait."

She stopped abruptly and Brandon looked into her eyes "My head is spinning, Sister Yve, what was that for?"

Her lips parted, and her eyes shimmered with a mix of frustration and uncertainty. "I don't know… I'm so mad right now."

E-Eh? Ok... Brandon was dumbfounded as he tried to process her outburst.

Before he could say more, Yverine grabbed his face with both hands with trembling fingers as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a sudden, fervent kiss.

Pulling back from the kiss, she looked at his face and murmured "Dumbass."

But before he could reply, she raised her hand and gave a slap on his cheek.

"Ow, its hurts...." Brandon winced and his hand instinctively touched his cheek, looking at her in absolute confusion.

Before he could fully react, she again kissed him and hugged his neck tightly.

Brandon was totally perplexed but still hugged her back gently.

Pulling back from the kiss, she looked at him and uttered "I hate you, fucker...."

But then her gaze softened and her eyes moistened as tears welled up, "I'm sorry, I slapped you…" she whispered as she reached up, her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek where she had struck him with regret and tenderness.

What?

-_- Brandon finally realized what is the meaning of women's emotional mood swings.

Yverine hugged him again, burying her face in the crook of his neck, "I don't know what I'm feeling right now, Brandon," she whispered and her voice muffled against his neck trembled with a raw honesty that made his heart ache.

"I'm scared… but I'm also happy… And I…" She trailed off as her fingers clutched his shirt tightly, "I don't know if it's okay to feel this way."

Brandon blinked, his confusion giving way to a quiet understanding as he felt the weight of her words.

"Hug me tightly, you ruthless bastard."

"Ah… sorry," Brandon muttered as he hurriedly tightened his embrace, his arms wrapping around her in a protective hug.

His hands gently caressed her back and a deep sigh escaped his lips as he murmured, "Sister Yve…"

Her fingers clutched his shirt tighter, and she whispered, "Comfort me…"

Her voice was barely audible, trembling with a mix of fear and need, and she pressed herself closer, her body seeking the reassurance of his warmth.

Brandon's gaze softened, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple "It seems like you are conflicted; do what your heart says,"

"What does it say right now?"

Yverine's body quivered, and she pulled back slightly, "That's a... secret."

Brandon smiled wryly and he continued patting her head gently, "Alright then, just follow what your heart says,"

"Don't worry about what others would think or how they'll judge you. You live for you… just think about yourself."

His hand slid to her cheek and his thumb brushed away a stray tear.

She raised her hand and again began to hit his chest repeatedly "Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass..."

Feeling her fists, Brandon coughed "Ugh... hahaha."

Caressing her cheek, he muttered "Even when you are angry... you are so adorable, Sister Yve..."

Upon hearing his words, Yverine's hands froze mid-strike and her fists hovered against his chest as a deeper blush spread across her cheeks.

Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, her gaze flickering to the side as she tried to hide the effect his words had on her

"One more round?"

"I FUCKING HATE YOU, BASTARD!"

"Hahahaha."