The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of the guest chamber, and Brandon was still half-lost in the comfortable haze of sleep.

*boing*

He felt his face gently squished between two incredibly soft breasts.

A dreamy sigh escaped his lips as he instinctively nuzzled deeper, enjoying the plush, comforting sensation.

"I love this dream..." he murmured sleepily. "This is heaven."

He pressed his face even further in, rubbing his cheek against the soft flesh with lazy affection.

"...Sir Kael, are you awake?"

Huh?

That familiar, teasing voice cut through the pleasant fog of his dream.

Brandon blinked in confusion, as this is different from the voice in his dream.

He lifted his head slightly and found himself staring at the beautiful, mature face of Freya Bleaufort.

Her blonde hair was slightly tousled from sleep, and her green eyes sparkled with clear amusement.

She was lying on her back on his bed, and her nightdress had loosened just enough to expose a generous amount of her ample cleavage... the very same softness his face had been happily buried in moments ago.

"M-Miss Freya?"

Brandon glanced down at her exposed cleavage again, then quickly looked back up at her face.

’Don’t tell me...’

Freya smiled sweetly with a playful expression "My, my. Seems like you were having a rather... great dream, Sir Kael. As expected of the pervert who groped a princess on day one of meeting her."

Brandon quickly pulled himself back, sitting up on the bed and creating some distance between them.

Freya, however, didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

She propped herself up on one elbow, and her nightdress slipped slightly further, revealing even more of her full, soft breasts.

With a teasing smile, she lightly squeezed her breasts together, inviting them up.

"Oh? It’s over? I just thought of breastfeeding you."

Brandon took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

With a soft sigh, he shook his head helplessly "Miss Freya, stop the tease."

Freya let out a soft laugh, clearly delighted by his reaction.

She didn’t bother adjusting her nightdress and tilted her head with an innocent yet mischievous expression.

"But you looked so happy just now. Face buried so comfortably... nuzzling like a little kitten. It would have been rude of me to wake you up too soon."

She sat up fully now and the blanket pooled around her waist.

Her mature, voluptuous figure was on full display in the soft morning light, with full breasts, narrow waist, and smooth skin that still carried the faint flush of sleep.

Brandon rubbed his face with both hands, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment "How did you even get in here? And why are you in my bed?"

Freya shrugged lightly, "I came to thank you personally for helping my niece last night. Amelia was practically glowing this morning. She tried to hide it, but I know my dear niece too well."

She leaned forward slightly, "When I arrived, you were already asleep... and you looked so peaceful. I thought I’d keep you company for a while. Then you rolled over and... well, you found your own pillow."

She gave her breasts another playful squeeze.

"Quite the enthusiastic dreamer, aren’t you?"

Brandon let out a long, suffering sigh and looked away, "You Bleaufort women are going to be the death of me."

Freya laughed again, "Oh come now, Sir Kael. Don’t act so shy. You already groped Amelia on the very first night you met her. And last night you kissed her under the rain like some romantic hero from the old tales."

She tilted her head, "Compared to that, waking up with your face between my breasts is rather tame, don’t you think?"

Brandon smiled dryly upon hearing this.

She crawled a little closer on the bed and gently poked his side "But I must admit... seeing Amelia so happy made me curious. You seem to have quite the effect on the women of this family."

She leaned down as her voice dropped into a teasing whisper near his ear.

"So tell me, Sir Kael... was my niece’s kiss any good? Or should I give you a proper comparison?"

Brandon glanced at her with a wry, resigned smile "Miss Freya, did Amelia ask you to come and tease me to get her revenge because I teased her yesterday?"

Freya’s moved even closer, deliberately pressing her ample breasts against his chest as she tilted her head.

"How rude," she purred playfully "I came here to tease you on my own accord."

Brandon let out a short, amused breath, "Oh, so you came here to tease me after all."

Freya hummed happily and moved closer, making sure her breasts pressed more snugly against his chest as she looked down at him.

"Of course. When I heard from Amelia how flustered she was after your little rain-kiss, I simply couldn’t resist."

She traced a lazy finger along his collarbone, "My poor niece came back glowing like a lantern, yet stuttering every time I asked what happened. So I thought... why not come see the culprit myself?"

Brandon gently placed his hands on her shoulders, creating just enough space to look her in the eyes.

"Miss Freya, you are far too dangerous for this early in the morning. If Amelia finds out you’re here doing this, she is going to beat you."

Freya laughed softly, "Oh? Are you worried about my niece’s feelings now? How sweet. But don’t worry Amelia is still in her room, thinking about her handsome knight."

She gave a playful wink. "This is just between us adults."

Brandon shook his head, a helpless chuckle escaping his lips.

Freya shifted her hips slightly, making herself more comfortable on top of him as she traced a finger down his chest.

"Well? Are you going to answer my question or not? Was my niece’s kiss any good?"

"Or would you like a more... better demonstration? I promise I won’t tell anyone."

Brandon stared at her for a moment ’Its strange to see her being so aggressively teasing out of the blue... what happened.’

"Miss Freya... you are going to get me in serious trouble one of these days."

At this time, the door opened, and Amelia stepped inside, and her nose and cheeks were flushed red.

But the sight that greeted her made her freeze in the doorway.

Freya was straddling Brandon on the bed with her nightdress slipping off one shoulder and her ample breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

Amelia’s eyes widened in pure shock "A-Aunty...? What are you doing?"

Freya turned her head lazily, not even bothering to move off Brandon.

She gave her niece an innocent little smile "Oh, good morning, dear. I was just having a friendly chat with Sir Kael."

Amelia’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. "YOU- GET OFF HIM IMMEDIATELY!"

Freya finally sat up a little straighter, though she remained seated on Brandon’s lap, "Why so angry, Amelia?"

Amelia marched right up to the side of the bed, "Aunty! Get off him right now! Also, why are you wearing something like this around him?"

Brandon, caught between them let out a soft sigh.

Feya gave her a gentle look "There, there. No need to get so worked up. Did you forget our promise?"

Promise? Amelia’s frown deepened, but then she remembered the promise from years ago and slowly glanced away.

Hm? Seeing her reaction, Brandon was puzzled ’What promise?’

Meanwhile, Freya’s grin widened like a cat that had caught its prey.

She pressed herself even closer to Brandon, her soft breasts squishing more firmly against his chest as she leaned in.

"There is that. She won’t disturb us anymore."

She gently nuzzled her nose along his cheek, "Sir Kael- I will just call you Kael from now on."

Brandon’s gaze flickered toward Amelia. She was standing silently a few steps away with a faint blush on her cheeks.

’What kind of promise is that?’

Freya pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, "Are you free this evening, Kael?"

Turning to her, Brandon gave a slow nod, still trying to process the whirlwind happening around him.

"Yeah..."

A beautiful smile bloomed across Freya’s lips "Then shall we go out for a while?"

Looking into her sparkling green eyes, he nodded again "Mhm."

Her expression softened with genuine warmth. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth.

"Looking forward to it."

Brandon sat there dumbfounded, and before he could say anything, Freya gracefully slid off his lap and stood up.

She took a cloth from her side and covered her exposed nightdress.

Then she walked over to Amelia and patted her head affectionately, like she was praising a well-behaved child.

"Good girl."

With that, Freya walked out of the room before closing the door behind her.

Brandon slowly turned his head toward Amelia "What kind of promise was that?"

Amelia glanced away shyly, unable to meet his gaze.

Her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of her dress as she muttered "I promised her... to share my future husband with her."

Brandon: (⚆ᗝ⚆)

You did what?