Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 156: A small match!

Soft morning light filtered through the gossamer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the room.

Amid the tangled covers a woman was lying, the violet strands of her tousled hair fanning out across the pillow.

One bare leg was poking out from beneath the sheets, her skin bathed in the morning glow.

A faint murmur escaped her lips as her body stirred.

She raised her arms and stretched as her spine arched.

Her shoulders rolled back with the stretch, and she let her arms flop down afterward with a satisfied sigh, blinking slowly at the ceiling.

Her sleepy violet eyes shimmered faintly with the reflected sunlight.

She turned her head toward the nightstand and reached out blindly, her fingers brushing against her mobile.

She brought the phone to her face and pressed the power button with her thumb.

The lock screen lit up and her gaze softened instantly.

It was a selfie she took weeks ago with her cheek pressed against a handsome young man, whose lips were caught mid-kiss just below her eye.

Her eyes are wide and cheeks flushed while his hand is gently cupping her jaw.

Her thumb lingered on the image as her heart fluttered.

A quiet smile played on her lips. "...Idiot," she murmured affectionately.

Then she glanced at the clock in the upper corner of the screen. "Oh, it’s already 8."

She sat up, sheets slipping down to reveal her bare shoulders and the elegant line of her collarbone.

The room was a little chilly, and she hugged her arms for a moment before stepping onto the carpet.

She passed the mirror, glancing at herself without much thought.

Her violet hair was a mess, and she made a mental note to condition it thoroughly.

The oversized T-shirt she wore was barely reaching her upper thighs.

The scent of him still clung faintly to it, and she instinctively pulled the collar closer to her nose for a whiff. It made her smile again.

At this time, the mobile on her hand vibrated.

Looking at the screen, she saw that the one who was calling her is her housemaid.

She picked up the call and muttered "Aunty Akane"

"Miss Yeon, today I can’t come to your house. My daughter got sick, so..."

Hearing her words, she too replied in japanese "It’s okay, Aunty. I will take care here; you can take your leave and look after your daughter."

A little bit later, she lowered the mobile and cancelled the call.

Looking at the young man’s face on the home screen, she let out a deep sigh "Kael..."

---

A huge group of women was surrounding the volleyball court, looking at the intense match going on right now.

It’s the usual; as always, women play in the court for fun.

But today is a special occasion, as the only male awakener is also here playing the game.

Some were taking photos of him while others were outright taking videos.

*thud* The ball slammed against the opposite side court and Elena jumped in joy.

"Yosh, another point."

Brandon was quite surprised and looked at Elena "That was cool..."

Elena just grinned "I am a pro."

Their team, just a mix of dorm residents and casual players, had somehow gelled together surprisingly well.

Elena was leading the offense with high-energy spikes and taunting smirks, while Eira, despite not being as brash, was incredibly sharp in defense and quick on her feet.

Brandon, meanwhile, was versatile, switching from setting to covering the back whenever needed.

Eira walked up beside them, adjusting her ponytail "Let’s just make sure we don’t lose focus. Their middle blocker is getting aggressive."

Brandon nodded "Right. Let’s keep the pressure on."

On the other side of the net, the opposing team huddled glaring across the court.

Their captain, a tall girl with spiky blue hair and a fierce gaze, pointed toward Brandon.

"He’s their weak point," she muttered. "Force him into defense. Push hard on his side."

As the whistle blew and the ball was served, the next rally began.

The opposing server launched the ball high, sending it dashing across the net.

Brandon stepped backward, and bent his knees recieving it with a firm bump. The ball arced high.

"Setter!" Elena called.

Brandon who was already moving, met it at the perfect height.

He jumped and lightly flicked the ball toward Eira at the front.

Without hesitation, Eira leapt, eyes locked on the descending ball and spiked it across the court.

THWACK!

The ball shot downward at a brutal angle, bypassing the block and landing neatly inside the boundary.

"Point!" the referee called out.

Elena gave a wolf whistle and nudged Brandon "Look at her! Damn, that was perfect."

Eira turned with a faint blush and gave them both a thumbs-up.

A few plays later, it was Brandon’s turn to serve.

The crowd quieted and dozens of girls leaned in with their cameras poised.

Brandon tossed the ball up and his eyes narrowed slightly.

With a smooth leap, he swung his arm in a clean motion, sending the ball flying over the net with sharp, spinning force.

It curved unexpectedly just before the receiving player could adjust.

"Ah—!"

The ball slipped past and hit the floor.

"Ace!" Elena shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders. "You sneaky bastard, I didn’t know you had a spin serve!"

Brandon smiling sheepishly. "I, uh, watched some videos before and played for a while in my College days."

Eira walked to him and hugged him tenderly "That was a nice serve. Next time we can play volleyball with mom and beat her. She is too powerful in badminton."

With a chuckle, he hugged her back "Sure."

A few plays continued after that.

Match point.

"Let’s finish this," Elena whispered.

Eira started with a clean serve.

The ball bounced back quickly, too close to the net... but just enough.

Brandon rushed forward, leapt higher than expected and instead of hitting, he faked.

Elena was right behind him, using his feint to leap even higher, slamming the ball down.

It crashed into the floor with a thunderous boom.

"Game!"

Their team burst into cheers.

Eira hugged Brandon briefly before pulling away, while Elena hopped on his back without warning. "MVP, MVP!" she chanted jokingly.

The crowd clapped, cheered, and whistled.

Even girls from the senior dorms were whispering and pointing.

Some were bold enough to wave at Brandon directly "Hey Kael, nice serve!"

"Wanna play next time with us?"

"Take your shirt off next time!"

Elena groaned and swatted a hand in their direction "Get in line!"

Eira took Brandon’s hand quietly, "Let’s go get drinks from the stand. I’ll buy you something cold."

"Thanks," he said softly, smiling at her.

---

The trio walked away from the court together, their shirts clinging slightly to their bodies from sweat.

The vending machines stood just outside the shaded corner of the recreational center, humming gently.

There were at least a dozen machines lined up, each one offering chilled drinks, nutrient-packed refreshments, and even flavored energy waters.

Brandon and Eira reached the machines first, each grabbing a drink, he took a lemon-infused water and Eira took a crisp apple electrolyte drink.

They walked to a nearby bench, settling down with a shared sigh of relief, the cool bottles sweating in their hands.

Meanwhile Elena was left standing there, as it was too hard for her to choose.

"Ugh, why are there so many flavors?"

Brandon glimpsed at Elena for a moment before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

His hand slid lower, fingers brushing over her sweat-soaked jersey before giving her breast a gentle, teasing squeeze.

"Hmng..." Eira’s eyes widened and a soft gasp escaped her as she turned to him, her bottle nearly slipping from her hand.

"Brandon?"

He leaned forward to kiss her "Nothing, you look so sexy with all the sweat... I felt like, we should have sex when we are all sweaty."

Eira let out a soft chuckle, her initial surprise melting into amusement, though her eyes darted around to ensure no one was watching.

He again squeezed her breast in his palm, feeling her sweaty jersey molding under his touch.

She sighed in pleasure "Idiot, stop; sweat stinks, and it’s slippery."

But he just squeezed her breast and raised his hand before slipping it into her shirt.

"Brandon!" Eira hushed, her blush deepening as she grabbed his wrist.

"We’re in public, you lunatic," she whispered, her eyes flicking toward Elena, who was still oblivious, muttering at the vending machine.

"What if someone sees?"

He chuckled, leaning closer until his forehead nearly touched hers, his hand still lingering beneath her shirt. "No one’s looking, Eira. And you don’t seem to mind that much."

His fingers brushed higher, grazing the edge of her sports bra, and he gave another gentle squeeze.

Eira was taken aback as he slipped his fingers into her sports bra and squeezed her bare breasts.

"Hnngh~..."

A soft moan slipped past her lips and he leaned in to whisper "Even your nipples are all sweaty."

As he spoke, he pinched her nipples tenderly, making her gasp.

Eira’s grip on his wrist tightened, but she didn’t pull his hand away.

Instead, she let out a quiet sigh, her body relaxing slightly against the bench. "You’re such a sickening pervert,"

Her eyes softened as they met his. "Just... behave, okay? At least until we’re somewhere private."

With one final squeeze, he pulled back his hand and wrapped it around her shoulder "As my dear says, then."

With a giggle, she pecked his lips "Dumbass."

A bit later, Elena came back with hot coffee in her hand "Pfft. Weaklings. You need something that burns on the way down to get the real post-game high."

"Muhahahaha."

Brandon: -_-

Eira: -_-