Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 397: An ’emergency’ ?
The bathroom was filled with steam, and the hot water cascaded over Elize’s body as she stood under the showerhead.
The glass door was clear enough to offer an unobstructed view, beads of water tracing down her skin, catching the soft light from the overhead fixture.
Brandon sat on the closed toilet lid just outside the shower, elbows on his knees, watching her with a quiet smile on his lips.
Elize turned under the spray, letting the water run down her back before facing him again.
She lifted her arms to rinse her hair, arching slightly so the water highlighted every curve of her body... the line of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the way droplets clung to her skin before falling.
Brandon’s gaze followed every movement.
"Hmm," he murmured under his breath, "Calista told me there’s an emergency at the Church. But she said it’s not that urgent... just come when I’m free."
Elize tilted her head back under the water as she rinsed shampoo from her hair. "Hm, weird..."
"If it’s an emergency, go see what it is."
She turned again, giving him a side view as she ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the soap over her skin.
"Yeah," Brandon replied with his eyes never leaving her. "I’m leaving around noon."
Elize glanced at him through the glass, catching his stare.
A slow smile curved her lips, and she lifted one arm to rinse under it, then the other, letting the water cascade over her chest.
"You’re enjoying the view?" she teased.
"Yeah..." he said, leaning back slightly "Hard not to when you’re putting on a show."
She laughed softly, turning to face him fully again as her hands slid over her stomach and hips in slow motion.
After a final rinse, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
Water droplets clung to her skin, tracing paths down her breasts and thighs as she stood in front of him.
She reached for a towel from the rack but paused, resting her hand lightly on her abdomen.
Touching the soft skin there, she glanced at him with a small, thoughtful frown "Do you think I have gained some weight, Kael?"
Hm? Brandon blinked and looked at her body as he reached out and gently rubbed her soft abdomen "No, Aunt Elize... you are perfect as always."
Elize’s expression softened, but she lifted her hands to cup her own breasts, squeezing them lightly "Hmm, my boobs have also gotten bigger because of your excessive squeezing and sucking, Kael."
He chuckled and with a teasing grin, she brushed her fingers over her nipples "I wonder when you will make them lactate."
Understanding the implication, Brandon smiled dryly "Aunt Elize... honestly, I am still thinking about it. Florence asked the same thing a while back."
"But it’s just... I think I am still quite young."
Elize ruffled his hair and spoke "I understand, Kael, but you also have to think about us... we are getting old."
"i am pushing 45 plus... Well, since we are awakeners, we definitely have a longer lifespan and good health. But even then I am worried."
Brandon caught her hand, pulling her gently forward until she stood between his knees.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her still-damp stomach.
"You’re not old," he murmured against her skin. "You’re perfect. And we’ve got time."
Elize’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding him there for a moment.
"We do," she agreed softly. "But don’t make us wait forever, hmm?"
He smiled against her, kissing her abdomen once more before looking up "Yeah..."
His lips trailed lower, brushing the soft dip of her belly button in a slow, teasing kiss and his tongue flicked out to trace the small hollow before continuing downward.
"Nngh~" Elize’s fingers tightened in his hair as his mouth found her clit, and the gentle kiss drew a soft moan from her lips, her hips shifting instinctively toward him.
"Bad boy," she murmured, ruffling his hair.
With a chuckle, he retracted his lips and stood up "Let me help you dry your body, Aunt Elize."
Elize watched him with half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile on her lips as he began to pat her arms dry with the towel.
The towel moved lower, over her collarbone, then to her breasts.
But then it ’slipped’ from his fingers, falling to the floor with a soft thud "Oh, the towel slipped, but don’t worry."
His hands replaced it immediately, cupping her full breasts in his palms, squeezing gently as he pulled her closer.
"Hahaha..." Elize laughed, and she rose on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You’re terrible," she whispered.
Brandon squeezed her breasts once more with a smile "And you love it."
"Always," she murmured against his lips.
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It was past noon when the private jet touched down on the secluded airstrip outside the capital.
Brandon stepped out into the bright afternoon sun, squinting slightly against the sunlight’s glare.
Four women in crisp black suits greeted him with respectful nods.
"Lord Herald," the lead agent said, gesturing toward the waiting black sedan. "Welcome back. This way."
He returned the nod and followed before entering the car. The door closed with a solid thunk, and the convoy pulled away smoothly.
Soon, they arrived at the main Church of Rheanne.
The car rolled to a stop at the main entrance.
The doors were opened for him, and Brandon stepped out, straightening his jacket as he took in the towering arches and stained-glass windows that depicted Rhéanne’s miracles.
A robed acolyte waited at the top of the steps, bowing deeply.
"Lady Calista is waiting for you in your chambers, Lord Herald. She asked that you come directly."
Brandon nodded faintly "Alright."
The acolyte bowed once more and retreated, her footsteps fading into the quiet hum of the Church.
He continued alone down the familiar hallway and reached his room.
The heavy oak door was slightly ajar, a thin line of lamplight spilling out.
He pushed it open.
POP! POP! POP!
A burst of colorful confetti exploded from party poppers hidden above the frame, showering him in a rain of bright paper strips.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"
The cheerful shout echoed through the room.
Eh?
Brandon blinked, momentarily stunned by the surprise.
Inside his chambers Calista was standing, and beside her was Seonhwa in her maid uniform, with her hands clasped in front of her.
A little girl who is around the age of nine peeked out from behind her skirt.
And in the middle, holding a beautifully decorated cake glowing with candles, Valiene Himelle was standing with a serene smile on her lips.
Brandon stood frozen in the doorway and Calista stepped forward first, bowing slightly "Welcome back, my lord. And... happy birthday."
Seonhwa’s gaze softened as she spoke "Happy birthday, Master..."
The little girl peeked out further, whispering a small but clear "Happy birthday!" before hiding again behind Seonhwa’s skirt.
Valiene’s voice was soft "We couldn’t let the day pass without celebration, Lord Herald."
A slow, stunned smile spread across his face as he brushed confetti from his hair.
"Woah, that certainly was a surprise."
The little girl tugged Seonhwa’s sleeve and whispered something.
Seonhwa smiled and prompted gently, "Go on."
The child stepped forward shyly, holding out her gift, a small wrapped box with a crooked bow.
"For you," she said in a small voice. "From me and ’Mommy’."
Brandon glanced at the little girl in surprise ’This must be Solbi... Seonhwa’s niece.’
(A.n: Reread Chapter 122 if you forgot i.)
He crouched down to her level, taking the gift with gentle hands.
"Thank you. Little Solbi." He pulled her into a quick, careful hug.
When he straightened, Valiene lifted the cake higher "Now make a wish before the candles melt, my Lord."
Brandon stepped fully into the room and let the door close behind him.
As he leaned over the glowing cake, surrounded by smiling faces, he closed his eyes.
The wish was simple.
More days like this.
He blew out the candles in one breath, and the room erupted in cheers.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
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For Seonhwa Chapters, revisit: 118.119,122, 161, 230-233
Also I will add Auxillary chap later with character description and images
