Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 461: Revenge?

The alley was narrow, choked with the stink of rotting garbage and old rain.

A woman stood near the mouth of the alley, and her hood was drawn low, hiding everything but the sharp line of her jaw and the pale curve of her lips.

Her gloved hands were clasped loosely in front of her, seemingly waiting for someone.

At this time, another figure emerged from the darkness and the lamplight caught the edge of her face, showing a thin scar slicing through one yebrow "Lyssandra..."

The hooded woman, Lyssandra lifted her head slowly "Do you have what I asked for?"

The newly arrived woman nodded her head and opened her palm, showing a green gem inside a glass container.

Lyssandra’s gaze narrowed "Good job. As expected... an Empyrean can easily get her hands on something like this."

The Empyrean woman let out a soft sigh "This is the last business I am doing with you. Don’t contact me from now on."

Lyssandra reached out, and her gloved fingers closed around the container carefully.

She lifted it, turning it slowly so the green light washed across her face in shifting patterns.

"I know," she said quietly. "With Miss Maevrith’s death and the destruction of Vernhail House... I am just useless now."

She tucked the gem into an inner pocket of her cloak "Which is why I will take my revenge on Charlotte with this."

The Empyrean stayed silent for a second before speaking again "You are underestimating Charlotte too much."

"Even among the eight current Empyreans, she is considered the strongest because of her time skill."

Lyssandra gave a small, bitter nod "I am very well aware of that."

Her fingers brushed the hidden pocket where the gem now rested. "But... inside ’that’ tower, even her time spell won’t work."

The Empyrean’s gaze narrowed subtly "The Dead Clock Spire..."

"Exactly."

The Empyrean exhaled "True... but still, it won’t be that easy."

"Also... the world leader is already annoyed by Charlotte’s doings. She used her power for personal gain one too many times. Quietly, people are watching... Waiting for her to fall."

Lyssandra raised an eyebrow "Then perhaps they’ll thank me later."

The Empyrean gave a small, humorless huff "Perhaps."

She stepped back "Anyway... I am leaving. Good luck with your revenge."

Before Lyssandra could respond, the air around the Empyrean shimmered, and she disappeared.

Lyssandra stood alone again.

She reached into her cloak and took the glass container once more.

She stared at it for a long time "Miss Maevrith... I will surely avenge you."

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"Charlotte..."

Brandon murmured against her lips as Charlotte pinned him on the bed and took his lips in another kiss.

His hands flexed on her hips where she straddled him and the mattress creaked faintly beneath their combined weight

Charlotte pulled back just enough to meet his gaze again and a slow, wicked smile curved her lips "Haa..."

She exhaled a shaky laugh against his cheek, then pressed another kiss there, "I am holding myself back a lot. Because I know that’s what the original Charlotte would do."

Brandon chuckled "Without holding back, what would you do?"

The question hung between them for half a second.

Charlotte’s pupils blew wide and she moved instantly.

Her hands flew to the hem of her blouse, and her fingers hooked under the fabric and pulled upward in one impatient motion.

The silk whispered against her skin as she peeled it off, revealing the black lace bra beneath, and the delicate straps were already slipping down her shoulders from earlier tussling.

She tossed the blouse aside without looking where it landed.

Brandon’s eyes widened "Whoa- wait, wait, wait-"

He surged up and caught her wrists mid-motion as she reached behind her back for the clasp.

"Charlotte-"

As he sat up, she perfectly sat on his lap, facing him.

With a chuckle, she spoke "See, now you are panicking..."

Leaning forward, she gently kissed his ear "I am unlike original Charlotte... I would go to any length for my cute little brother."

"Well, I think the original Charlotte was quite conflicted on her feelings about her love towards you."

"I also see you as my little brother... it’s just..."

Brandon noticed the possessive glint in her eyes.

She lowered the strap of her bra, revealing the upper swell of her breasts "Just ask for it... and I will never refuse."

Brandon looked at her plump and rich breast and gulped.

But then his mind caught up and exhaled, forcing his eyes back to hers.

"I can’t give in... When the original Charlotte’s personality comes back... what will she think?"

Charlotte stilled, and for a moment the playful heat in her expression flickered.

Then she tilted her head "You think she’ll hate you for this?" she asked quietly.

Brandon’s grip on her wrist loosened as his thumbs traced small, unconscious circles over the delicate skin there.

"I think... she spent years burying whatever this was. Conflicted, like you said. Guilty. Angry at herself. If she wakes up and finds out we..."

"...she might feel betrayed. Like I took advantage of... this version of her."

Charlotte cupped his jaw gently but firmly enough to make him meet her eyes again.

"Kael...." His name on her tongue sounded almost reverent.

"The original Charlotte didn’t bury her feelings because they were wrong. She buried them because they were dangerous."

"She told herself little brothers usually don’t get kissed like lovers by their sister. Don’t get fucked all night by their sisters."

She leaned closer until their noses brushed.

"But I’m not her rules. I’m not her guilt. I’m the part of her that’s been screaming to touch you since the day you grew taller than her."

Her thumb stroked the corner of his mouth.

"If she comes back tomorrow and hates me for this... then she can hate me. I’ll take every lash of her anger. But I won’t regret giving you what I’ve wanted to give you for years."

"Ask me to stop," she whispered. "And I stop right now. We go back to careful kisses and careful touches, and I’ll behave like the sister she thinks she should be."

Pecking his lips, she whispered "But if you want me... if even a small part of you wants to know what it feels like when I don’t hold back... then say yes. Let me love you the way she never let herself. Let me ruin you for anyone else."

Brandon’s gaze trembled ’H-How can I say no to this... hearing her honest feelings.’