Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 369: Insecurity?

Yverine stepped carefully through the academy hallway with her usualk composed demeanor.

Reaching the front desk where students booked private rooms, she placed both hands on the counter.

"A private room for two hours."

The receptionist typed quickly, then nodded "Two hours will be 2000 credits."

Yverine pulled out her mobile, confirmed the payment with a fingerprint scan, and the small device on the desk beeped.

The receptionist handed her a metallic keycard.

"Room 103," she said with a polite smile.

"Thank you."

Taking the keycard, Yverine turned on her heel... only to bump straight into someone’s shoulder.

She immediately stepped back. "Ah- sorry, I didn’t-"

"Watch where you’re going, ugly mug."

Hearing the sharp voice, Yverine’s brows twitched downward as she raised her eyes.

Standing in front of her was a beautiful girl with short jet-black hair and sharp black eyes with her lips were curled in disdain.

Two girls flanked her on each side who seemed to be her lackeys.

Yverine recognized the crest pinned to the girl’s uniform ’...House Sytheria,’

"Seriously," Alyssa Sytheria muttered with boredom. "Why does this academy admit people who look like that?"

A lackey immediately handed her a handkerchief as though Yverine had contaminated the air by touching her shoulder.

Alyssa rubbed her hand dramatically "Ugh. Do you people not have mirrors at home?"

Yverine clenched her fist in anger, seeing that she is getting bullied for her skin color.

Her first instinct was to grab Alyssa by the collar, slam her to the ground, and remind her that noble status meant nothing.

But, she forced a breath through her nose ’No. It’s not worth it. A fight with a noble house girl? They’ll twist it around. And if something blows up... it’ll drag Brandon’s name too.’

She bowed her head slightly, "I said I’m sorry. It won’t happen again."

Alyssa scoffed "As if I’m asking you anything. I just don’t want to breathe the same oxygen. Now- piss off."

Yverinne stepped aside, giving them room to walk past.

Alyssa didn’t even spare her another look.

But her two lackeys giggled as they followed behind, looking her up and down with wrinkled noses.

Yverine’s jaw clenched but she breathed in slowly and then exhaled.

When they disappeared down the hallway, she closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her lips together.

’Even after everything I’ve been through... one insult and I still... feel like that girl again.’

Her fingers curled around the keycard and she looked down at her hand and skin color.

Her gaze quivered ’Aunt Elize, Sister Ravene, Miss Florence, Eira, Dhayun and Jiyeon...’

’Every woman in Brandon’s life are so pretty... I am the only odd one out.’

She knows the other women don’t see her in that way, and they are all welcoming.

But still... the insecurity tugged at her heart.

Taking her mobile, she texted Brandon "Come to room 103."

As she was about to close her mobile, she saw the shopping app, and her eyes trembled.

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Walking through the quiet private hall reserved for students, Brandon’s footsteps echoed lightly against the floor.

Most of the doors were closed with faint traces of ether-light glowing around their frames.

He hummed under his breath as he checked each number.

"103... 103... where the hell- ah."

His fingers brushed the door handle, and with a soft click, he stepped inside.

Warm lighting filled the room into that simple private space with a couch, a glass table, and a projection screen on standby.

But his eyes immediately found Yverine.

She was curled up on the couch, one leg tucked beneath her as her thumb scrolled idly on her mobile.

Her hair fell loosely over her shoulder, hiding half her face until she heard the door.

She raised her head and the moment she saw him, a small smile bloomed across her lips.

Brandon walked toward her, shrugging off his blazer as he passed the chair before he sat down beside her on the couch.

Without waiting, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her easily into his lap.

"Ah-" Yverine let out a tiny breath, melting back into him as though she has been waiting for that exact warmth.

"Hug me closer..." she whispered softly against his neck.

He wrapped both arms around her stomach, drawing her fully against his chest until her back pressed to him.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled her scent with a deep smile.

As she relaxed, her phone tilted just enough for him to catch the screen.

A shopping site.

Row after row of dresses, tops, skirts... all cute, soft, feminine pieces.

He smiled quietly "When did you get into fashion, Yve?"

She nuzzled her cheek against his cheek, a tiny, affectionate gesture she probably didn’t realize she did.

A faint blush colored her warm brown skin as she muttered, "Well... in the past, I was alone, and I had no one to impress."

She hesitated, "But now I have a boyfriend I want to impress... and he also likes me in cute clothes, so..."

Her voice trailed off.

Brandon blinked once, then leaned in and pressed a firm, warm kiss on her cheek. She stiffened for half a second, then softened completely in his arms.

"Yep," he murmured. "You look really pretty in cute clothes."

He brushed another kiss just beneath her ear. "You look pretty in everything."

Her lashes lowered ’Yeah... no matter what anyone says about my skin color or calls me ugly, Brandon loves me... he doesn’t mind the skin color and loves the real me.’

As she was thinking, she felt his hands wander down and unbutton her blazer.

Eh? She looked up at him, and looking into her eyes, he smiled "Sorry." he murmured, not sounding sorry at all. "But you just looked so hot sitting here waiting for me. I couldn’t help it."

The blush on her face deepened to a rich, gorgeous rose across her cheeks and down her neck.

Before she could find words, he removed the blazer off her shoulders, guiding her arms free, and let it fall to the floor in a soft heap.

Then his fingers moved to her white shirt and removed each button, revealing another inch of warm, brown skin and the delicate lace edge of a pale pink bra.

Yverine’s breath hitched as cool air kissed her skin, and she bit her lip, watching him with half-lidded eyes.

When the shirt finally hung open, he slid his hands inside the open shirt as his plams glided over her abs.

His hands slid higher until his hands found her breasts and the weight of them settled perfectly into his hands.

He squeezed slowly at first as his fingers sank into the yielding flesh through the delicate lace trim.

Yverine’s breath stuttered, and her head fell back against his shoulder as her lips parted on a soft, shaky exhale. "Brandon..."

Even through the bra, he could feel how sensitive she was as her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll in his lap, pressing her ass against the hard line of him trapped behind his zipper.

His fingers found the front clasp of her bra, and with one twist, the lace parted with a quiet snap.

The cups loosened instantly, sliding away from her skin, and Brandon tugged the bra off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor atop her discarded blazer.

For a moment, he just looked, drinking in the sight of her bare breasts in the warm golden light...

His hands returned immediately, cupping her breasts again, and the heat of her skin made him sigh.

He squeezed harder, watching her back arch, feeling the tremor that ran through her whole body.

His fingers closed around those stiff, sensitive nipples, making her body tremble in his lap.

"Like that?"

She couldn’t even form words; she just nodded as she pushed herself deeper into his hands.

"Haangh~ Brandon... more."

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Lying comfortably on the couch, Brandon rested his head against the armrest, one arm draped behind him as he watched Yverine dress.

Her hair was still slightly messy from his hands, strands falling over her cheeks as she stood in front of the mirror, fastening the last button of her shirt.

Looking at her, he spoke "It’s our private room, so why are you scared to have sex?"

She smoothed the front of her shirt, trying to tame the wrinkles "Last time we did it in the bathroom, and we almost got caught."

She cast him a pointed look through the mirror "So, no more sex in the Academy."

"You can do it after we reach home," she added in a softer, almost embarrassed mumble.

Brandon chuckled quietly and lifted one hand toward her.

"Come here for a sec."

She walked over, pretending to be annoyed, but he could see the slight shyness in her eyes.

As she reached the couch, Brandon slid his hand along the side of her thigh and squeezed gently.

A small breath escaped her lips.

"Hm. Okay," he murmured, stroking the inside of her thigh. "I’ll wait until we’re home."

"You better," she whispered, and her cheeks flushed as she buttoned the last part of her blazer.