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

"I need to arrange a formal welco banquet for you. Maybe sothing 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 announcents… 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 et 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 imdiately 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 in front of your beloved? Shoving away for a boy?"

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

Brandon glanced at Florence, feeling a bit apologetic—but then sothing 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 , dear?"

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

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

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

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'."

anwhile, 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 imdiately facepald 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—'Lant of the Celestial Bride.' My tongue mark enhanced the harmonics in the song. The resonance created shockwaves tid 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."

"It's not my fault their barrier enchantnts were subpar. A woman must never be blad 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 too. Co 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 shaless 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 . 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 an, seducing? How dare you accuse 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 rembered 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 blood 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 ' blush. That's a 'sothing 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 sothing 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 bedti stories! I do excellent voices."

Eira's eyes darkened "She says bedti stories, but they were all tragic love stories where soone 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 . 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 rember: 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… sohow, in all that madness, he felt warm.

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