Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 532: Operation seduce: Commences!

Standing in the hall, Alia took a deep breath to steady her beating heart.

She was wearing the thin white nightgown Freya had suggested, which is see-through in so places.

Freya patted her shoulder to reassure her "Good, you look great. He won’t be able to resist."

She slipped a neatly folded piece of paper into Alia’s slightly trembling hands "Just go in and read this. He will take care of the rest."

Alia looked down at the folded paper, then back up at her aunt in confusion "Read it to him? Is that how you seduce him?"

Freya nodded her head "Yes, he likes it that way. Don’t worry... just go in like this and read what I have written there."

Alia stared at the folded paper and then nodded "Okay, i can do this."

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The lantern on the bedside table cast a soft, golden light across the spacious bedroom.

Brandon was sitting on the edge of the large bed in a pair of loose brown pants.

A soft breath escaped his lips as he read through so reports about the Holy Land’s temple construction.

At that mont, the door opened and Alia stepped inside.

Closing the door behind her, she glanced at him.

"Alia?"

She took a deep breath, then walked straight toward Brandon with stiff, nervous steps.

Without saying a word, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him with her knees on either side of his hips.

Brandon raised an eyebrow and settled the papers aside "What is it, dear?"

After a second of awkward silence, she cleared her throat, unfolded the paper with both hands, and began reading aloud in a deadly serious voice.

"Step one..." she recited, "Sit on his lap seductively and make eye contact."

She stared directly into his eyes.

Intensely.

It looked like she was trying to laser-beam a hole through his skull.

She looked at him without blinking and her eyes started trembling with concentration.

Brandon stared back, mildly concerned "Alia... what is that?"

"Shh!" she hissed to silence him. "Step two. Greet him seductively by calling him ’My strong, handso husband.’"

Brandon was puzzled even more. Huh? Is this a skit?

Alia continued, forcing herself to keep reading "My strong, handso husband... I have been thinking about you all day."

"S-Step three: Complint his body."

She glanced at the paper again, then back at him and her voice dropped into what she clearly thought was a seductive tone.

"Your... shoulders are very... structurally hard."

Brandon blinked slowly "Structurally hard?"

"Yes," Alia nodded with complete seriousness. "Very well-built. Excellent muscle density. Top-tier structural integrity."

Alia flipped to the next point on her handwritten notes, "Step four: Initiate physical contact sensually."

She placed both hands flat on his chest, then paused. "Wait... the note says ’sensually’, but I don’t know what that ans exactly..."

She started rubbing his chest in slow circles as if she was polishing a suit of armor.

Brandon bit the inside of his cheek, trying very hard not to laugh looking at her cute antics.

"Alia."

"Step four! I an five!" she said quickly, clearly panicking now. "Whisper sothing naughty in his ear."

She leaned in close, her voice trembling with embarrassnt.

"I... I want to... touch your... sword."

Brandon coughed into his fist "My what?"

"Your sword!" Alia whispered. "That’s what Aunt Freya wrote! She said you would understand! I don’t know. is it so secret word?"

She looked at her notes again and her fingers trembled as she moved to the next line.

"Step six: Tell him what you want."

She swallowed hard. "I want you to touch . I want your hands on my body. I want you to... to kiss my neck and... and squeeze my breasts..."

Her gaze quivered and she was now bright red from ears to her neck.

"Step s-seven... offer him a... titjob? What’s a titjob-?"

Then she saw a drawn image of a pair of breasts squished between a cock.

She froze and her eyes slowly widened in horror as the aning of the word sank in.

She looked up at Brandon, who had finally lost the battle and was now laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

Alia let out an embarrassed groan and buried her burning face in his neck, wanting to disappear.

"Aunt Freya is dead to ..." she whimpered against his skin. "I should’ve known when she drew little diagrams..."

Brandon wrapped his arms around her, still chuckling as he held her close. He kissed the top of her head, trying to stop laughing.

"Don’t laugh at ! I was trying to be seductive! I even practiced the eye contact for twenty minutes!"

anwhile, Freya, who was overhearing the conversation outside the door, giggled to herself after fooling her innocent niece.

Brandon patted her back "What were you trying to do? Seduce ?"

He felt her head nodding on his neck.

She pulled back and looked at him as she spoke in a shaky voice "Now that you already know... F-F-Fuck ...."

The words ca out so awkwardly and forced that Brandon had to bite his lip to keep from laughing again.

Alia’s face sohow turned even redder.

She quickly tried to recover and attempted to seductively remove her nightgown, grabbing the hem and slowly lifting it upward, trying to look alluring.

Her breasts jiggled as she was wearing nothingunderneath.

But the fabric got stuck on her head.

"Mmgh-?!"

Alia panicked imdiately and her arms flailed as the nightgown tangled around her head and shoulders, completely covering her face.

She twisted and turned, muffled sounds coming from inside the fabric.

"H-Help-! It’s stuck-!"

Brandon chuckled and glanced at her breasts jiggling with her movents.

"Is this also part of your seduction plan, Alia?"

Getting stuck in the gown, she shook her head and muttered in a muffled voice "No, this is an accident, help ."

Brandon chuckled and instead of imdiately freeing her, his fingers slowly traced up her ribcage, feeling her soft skin.

Huh? Alia shivered at the touch.

Then he gently cupped her bare breasts in both hands, squeezing them softly.

"Hah? K-Kael?" she squeaked, twisting in place, still trapped in the nightgown.

With a grin, Brandon gave her breasts a firr squeeze, brushing his thumbs over her nipples.

"Hmngh~" Alia let out a muffled whimper as she sat there helplessly, completely exposed while her head and hands remained stuck.