Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 94: Florence Bleaufort

"I need to arrange a formal welcome banquet for you. Maybe something intimate first—just close family and trusted vassals."

"Then a grand ball for the rest of the nobility. Oh! We’ll commission a custom uniform for you. One that blends Bleaufort tradition with your station as Herald—Eira, he’d look gorgeous in a long navy coat, wouldn’t he?"

Eira again tried to shake Florence off Brandon "He is not your damn doll."

Hearing all of this, Brandon smiled wryly "There’s... no need for all that."

Florence blinked. "Hm?"

Brandon looked at her warmly "The banquets, the parties, the formal announcements... it’s generous. And I appreciate the thought. But I don’t need all that."

He turned his gaze to Eira, who was already watching him. "I just wanted to meet her mother and talk about our relationship. That’s all."

Florence opened her mouth, as if to object—but Eira beat her to it.

"Move..." Eira shoved her mother aside with both hands, causing Florence to tumble back onto her own plush cushions.

Eira then immediately turned and wrapped both arms tightly around Brandon, holding him close.

She raised her ass, sitting on his lap as she brushed his cheek against his "As Brandon said, there is no need for that..."

Florence groaned from the side, half-sprawled over her couch "You violent little brute! I’m your mother, Eira! Is this how you treat me in front of your beloved? Shoving me away for a boy?"

Eira just huffed and snuggled close to Brandon "Shut up."

Brandon glanced at Florence, feeling a bit apologetic—but then something caught his eye and gaze flickered to Florence ’is it really that?’

Hm? Florence also noticed his gaze on her lips and tilted her head in confusion "Why are you looking at my lips? Do you want a kiss from me, dear?"

Huh? Eira turned her head to him and narrowed her gaze "Brandon?"

EH? Brandon hurriedly shook his head "No, I mean.. when she speaks, I saw a faint glimmer on her tongue... uh."

Florence couldn’t help but giggle and closed her mouth with her palm "Oh dear, that’s what you meant."

Eira also realized and smiled dryly "Oh, that."

Moving closer to Brandon, Florence opened her lips and let her tongue out.

-_- Eira gave her a deadpan stare "You didn’t have to show him like that, you weirdo. You could’ve just said, ’Yes, I have my Genesis mark on my tongue’."

Meanwhile, Brandon was utterly amazed by the genesis mark on her tongue "What the..."

Snapping out of his surprise, he mumbled "That’s... an interesting place to have Genesis mark."

Florence retracted her tongue and nodded her head "I know, right? Unorthodox, I admit—but unforgettable. Especially when you learn how I used it."

Brandon tilted his head. "Used it... how?"

Hearing this, Florence cleared her throat and straightened herself up "It was a splendid Academic Peformance."

Eira immediately facepalmed herself "Don’t. Don’t say that story again."

Florence puffed up her chest proudly "Oh, but it was glorious! I sang. And my skill amplified my voice into a literal weapon. The acoustics of the auditorium were perfect. The energy pulsed through every syllable. The audience—wept, I say. Wept."

Brandon blinked, his mind trying to visualize this. "Wait... in opera?"

Florence looked delighted that he caught on so quickly. "Yes!" she said, snapping her fingers and pointing at him.

"Exactly! A full aria—’Lament of the Celestial Bride.’ My tongue mark enhanced the harmonics in the song. The resonance created shockwaves timed perfectly with the crescendos. It was a performance that shook the walls... literally."

Eira rolled her eyes and she spoke, her voice muffled in his shoulder "You accidentally shattered half the ceiling and traumatized the judges."

Florence replied with a nonchalant shrug "They applauded anyway." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"It’s not my fault their barrier enchantments were subpar. A woman must never be blamed for being too powerful."

Then, her eyes slowly drifted back toward Brandon’s face, particularly to his lips, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

"But if you want," she said softly, leaning forward to him "you can kiss me too. Come here... chuu chuuu~"

She puckered her lips exaggeratedly and leaned closer toward Brandon, making kissy noises, her hands delicately framing her cheeks like she was posing for a picture "One kiss from mama-in-law... mwah~!"

Eh? Brandon was quite taken aback and blinked his eyes.

But before Florence could get within striking range, Eira’s hand shot out in a blur and pushed her mother’s face away, holding her back at arm’s length like a dog trying to lick strangers.

"Why the hell would you want to kiss him? You’re his mother-in-law!"

"Mmrghff!" Florence protested with her face squished slightly by Eira’s firm palm, but even then, her eyes sparkled with shameless humor.

Once Eira finally let go, Florence leaned back and rubbed her cheeks.

"Why?" she said with a small pout, adjusting her hair as if nothing unusual had happened.

"We’re family, aren’t we? He’s like a son to me. This is just a bit of skinship! Innocent affection!"

She then grinned and raised her hands, squeezing her breasts "Or, does my precious new son want a little mama’s milk? Eira drank so much of mama’s milk growing up—she turned out lovely, didn’t she?"

Brandon gaze flickered to her cleavage and Eira hurriedly closed his eyes with her palms.

"You damn drama whore, why are you seducing my boyfriend?" She growled at her mother.

Florence tilted her head and looked at her daughter innocently "What do you mean, seducing? How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

"Isn’t it normal for mothers to feed milk? Well, I don’t lactate now.. so you can just suck on them for formality."

"MOTHER??!!" Eira was embarrassed, and her cheeks turned red as she remembered Brandon sucking on her tits "S-Shut up.. you."

Seeing the blush on her daughter’s face, Florence’s eyes sparkled and a knowing grin bloomed on her lips "Oh ho, what is this little blush I am seeing?"

Eira flinched and Florence’s grin widened.

"I know that face," Florence sang.

"That’s not a ’my mom is embarrassing me’ blush. That’s a ’something spicy happened recently’ blush. Oh, did he—?"

"MOTHER!"

Eira took the cushion pillow and threw at her.

Florence caught it with one hand and chuckled "Eira, darling, I’m not judging—you’re both young and beautiful. I’d be more shocked if something hadn’t happened."

Brandon, still muffled behind Eira’s hands, finally managed a weak chuckle.

Eira peeked down at him and her voice turned gentle for a second "Are you okay?"

"More or less," Brandon replied.

"Good," she said, letting go of his face and turning to glare at her mother again.

Florence placed one hand on her cheek and gave a wistful sigh "You know... if you’d been born my son for real, I would’ve spoiled you so much. Dresses, sweets, cuddles, naps in mama’s lap... oh, and bedtime stories! I do excellent voices."

Eira’s eyes darkened "She says bedtime stories, but they were all tragic love stories where someone dies,"

"Usually by dramatic poisoning or killing. And then she would cry at the end and say, ’Such beautiful despair.’"

Florence let out a soft breath "They are beautiful! Tragedy touches the soul, my dear."

Brandon slowly turned his head to Eira. "...I think I understand you a little better now."

Eira sighed and leaned into him with a tired groan "God help me. This is what I escaped from."

Florence clapped her hands, delighted. "Oh, you’re bonding! That’s lovely. But Brandon.. if you ever get tired of my daughter’s terrible attitude, just remember: my arms are always open."

"And my foot’s about to be in your face," Eira growled, pulling Brandon protectively close, as if shielding him from further motherly assault.

But Florence only smiled and winked, lounging back on her side of the couch with a sigh of satisfaction.

"Ah, it’s so nice to have family over. Truly, my life is complete."

Brandon with his head now resting lightly against Eira’s, let out a quiet, resigned laugh.

Complete chaos. Unfiltered nobility.

A little too much affection. And yet... somehow, in all that madness, he felt warm.

Maybe being part of Eira’s world wasn’t so bad after all.