Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 95: Finally, some time to breathe

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Brandon sat on the couch while Eira and Florence were hugging him from each side, trying to pull him.

The tension between mother and daughter crackled.

And Brandon?

Brandon was the poor soul trapped between two swirling tempests of womanhood, barely keeping himself from combusting from awkwardness.

"Mom. He’s my boyfriend. Stop clinging to him. We’re going back to my room."

Florence didn’t move an inch.

In fact, she only clung tighter, her nails gently tapping against Brandon’s sleeve as if she was trying to hypnotize him into staying.

Her cheek rested comfortably against his shoulder, "Nooo~ He’s my son, now. I like him. He’s handsome, polite, smells nice, and he hasn’t judged me once. That’s more than I can say for you, little gremlin."

"Gremlin?!" Eira’s voice cracked in anger.

Florence gave her a sideways glance. "A cute gremlin. But a gremlin nonetheless."

Brandon blinked slowly, trying his best to pretend he wasn’t caught in a noblewoman tug-of-war. "Uh..."

Florence ignored him and turned to coo sweetly at him, "Come with me, dear. Let me show you the estate—the western wing has all my paintings and awards."

"There is a five-meter statue of me near the fountain. I will show you that."

Eira clenched her teeth and hugged Brandon even tighter, pulling him slightly toward her side of the couch. "Well, I’m his girlfriend. And I’m taking him back to my room. You’ve traumatized him enough for one day."

"No, no, no," Florence said sweetly, pulling him back.

"He needs to understand the depth of our family’s lineage. You can’t just tie him up in your bedroom all day—he’s a man of intellect and culture. Right, dear?"

Brandon, caught between their opposing gravitational pulls, spoke softly "I... don’t mind either..."

"Stop being neutral!" Eira shouted.

"Don’t force him to pick sides!" Florence said at the same time, pouting.

The two women glared at each other over his lap. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Brandon looked between them slowly, feeling more like a decorative pillow than a human being. "Um... should I... get up?"

"NO," both of them snapped in unison, each tightening their grip on him possessively.

He leaned back a little, utterly resigned to his fate. "Okay."

Florence turned her head, "Eira, dear, don’t you want him to know the family? I could show him the greenhouse too. It’s where I grow a rare rose, so rare the Church once tried to steal clippings."

The tugging resumed.

Eira tried to pry his hand away from Florence’s grip, and Florence retaliated by pulling his head toward her shoulder like he was a sleepy toddler needing rest.

Eira narrowed her eyes. "If you want a son so badly, go adopt one."

Florence laughed softly. "Why bother when you already bring home such a delightful one?"

"Okay, that’s it!" Eira suddenly lunged, lifting Brandon from the couch in one smooth motion.

"We’re going. Goodbye, scandalous mother. Go flirt with a statue."

As she began to move toward the door while pulling Brandon with her, Florence stood from the couch, placing a hand over her chest as if heartbroken. "You’ll come back when you want to see my Hall of Excellence!"

"I’ll burn it!" Eira shouted over her shoulder.

Brandon, being half-carried by Eira down the hallway, looked back helplessly at the noblewoman waving at him with a dazzling smile.

"Don’t worry, dear!" Florence called. "I’ll have the chefs make your favorite dinner... do you like roasted duck? Or something more sensual?"

Eira didn’t look back. She kicked the door shut behind her with a slam.

Florence sighed wistfully, returning to the couch and taking a slow sip from her wineglass.

"...They grow up so fast," she murmured, smiling to herself.

"But at least she picked well."

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Eira pulled him along the marble hallways, quickly reaching her room, and kicked the door open.

Entering the room, Eira quickly closed the door and turned to hug him.

"Brandon..."

Brandon’s gaze softened, and he returned her hug, his hands finding her waist.

He gently patted her back and looked around at the room "You have a nice room..."

Eira blushed faintly and nodded her head "Thanks."

Pulling back from the hug, she looked up at him "You can stay here for a while and we can go downstairs for lunch later."

She stepped away and took his hand for a moment, guiding him to the edge of her bed. The mattress dipped softly as he sat, and the warmth of the nearby hearth gave the space a cozy, private feel.

"You can rest here; I am changing clothes."

He watched her walk across the room to her wardrobe and she retrieved a soft, oversized t-shirt and a pair of loose cotton shorts.

As she began to remove her clothes, she stopped and looked back at Brandon.

Seeing him staring at her, a soft blush painted across her face.

But she didn’t shy away and turned her back to him, her hands moving to the buttons of her blouse.

Slowly, she began to undo them.

The blouse slipped from her shoulders, and then her skirt was folded neatly onto a nearby chair, leaving her standing in a matching set of underwear.

She turned back a little and gave him a sultry pose "What do you think?"

Brandon’s gaze wandered to her curves, to the soft swell of her chest, her hips and ass "Yeah, you look great."

She turned around and her eyes briefly flickered down to hide the pleased smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Despite her earlier boldness, his response made her blush deepen, and she quickly reached for the t-shirt and pulled it over her head.

The oversized fabric fell past her hips, the sleeves brushing her elbows, making her look smaller.

Then she put on the shorts, and ran her fingers through her hair to loosen it from the collar.

She looked up at him again and made her way back to the bed.

"You didn’t even pretend to look away," she teased, slipping beside him.

"I didn’t want to," he replied honestly.

Eira gave a small, satisfied huff and nudged him with her shoulder.

Then, almost shyly, she leaned her head on his arm and let out a content sigh.

"I like it when you’re honest like that," she said quietly.

At this time, a sudden knock was heard on the door, startling them.

Eira raised an eyebrow "Who is it?"

"Hehe, who else other than your dear mom?"

-_- Eira’s lips twitched in irritation "Leave, you bitch."

Outside the door, Florence pouted her lips and spoke "Now, don’t be rude. I came for very, very important stuff."