CHAPTER 262: FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP?

Yverine’s chest pressed flatly against the cool wall with her shorts and panties pooled at her ankles and her body trembled as Brandon slid his dick inside her.

Her eyes were half-closed and her lips parted as she struggled to control her moans, her fingers digging into the wall to anchor herself against the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her body moved along with his thrusts as her vaignal walls clenched around him, but her mind was a whirlwind of emotion.

"Brandon..." she gasped as she tried to muffle her moans.

Brandon’s grin widened, his lips brushing against her neck as he raised her right thigh higher, hooking it over his arm to deepen his thrusts.

Yverine’s heart pounded as she pressed her forehead against the wall, her body trembling under his relentless pace ’I am... having sex in the corridor; if someone comes up now...’

At this time, the soft creak of footsteps on the stairs snapped her out of her haze and her eyes widened in panic as she glanced over her shoulder.

Elize appeared at the top of the staircase and her half-lidded eyes were glazed with drunkenness, with a can of beer dangling loosely from her hand.

Seeing her, Yverine’s heart stopped and her body froze as she pressed herself harder against the wall, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and terror.

’Oh no, no, no... my life is over.’ her mind short-circuited as she imagined Elize’s reaction and her entire world crumbled in this single moment.

Brandon glanced at Elize and he didn’t stop, his dick sliding deep into Yverine’s pussy.

"Relax, Sister Yve," he murmured and his lips brushed against her ear as he thrust harder, his hand tightening on her thigh.

"She’s too drunk to notice," he murmured as he leaned closer, kissing her neck softly.

Elize swayed as she walked past them and she hummed softly to herself, a slurred tune that matched the movie’s background music downstairs, and stumbled toward a nearby room.

Yverine’s breath hitched as she watched Elize ’She didn’t see us... did she?’

’Ancestors, please, don’t let her see anything...’

As Elize reached for the door to her room, she suddenly stopped and without turning back she asked "Is it her safe day?"

"E-Eh?" Yverine’s eyes shrank in terror and her heart stopped, her mind short-circuiting with panic.

’She saw us... she knows...’

Her fingers dug harder into the wall, her body trembling not just from Brandon’s thrusts but from the terror of being exposed about their forbidden relationship.

Brandon glanced at Elize’s back and murmured "Nope,"

His hand tightened on her thigh, holding her steadily as he thrust harder.

Elize nodded as she took another sip from her beer can, "Then don’t do it inside her..."

Brandon looked at Yverine’s panicked face as he leaned closer, "I already did, right Sister Yve?"

Elize let out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping as she pushed the door open and stumbled into her room.

Yverine’s mind whirled with confusion and panic, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she turned her head, "What... what was that?"

"Brandon, she saw us... and you...?" Her brain short-circuited as she imagined the consequences.

Brandon’s smile softened as he replied in a reassuring tone "I’ll explain later, Sister Yve," he murmured as his hand slid to her cheek to steady her.

"Let’s finish this first."

Yverine’s eyes trembling as she pressed her forehead against the wall, her body torn between panic and pleasure. "You... dumbass."

His body pressed closer to hers and with a final, deep thrust, he came inside her and a low groan escaped his lips as he filled her, his warm cum flooding her pussy.

Yverine’s body quivered as she felt his sperm, her pussy walls clenching around his dick, leaving her gasp against the wall.

"Brandon..." she whispered and closed her eyes as she leaned against the wall.

Brandon pulled back and leaned forward to kiss her lips gently, "I’ll handle it. Don’t worry."

His thumb brushed against her skin with his body still pressed close to hers as they caught their breath.

Yverine looked at him and her mind was still reeling from Elize’s words and his casual admission "You... better explain, dumbass."

Brandon chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss "I will, Sister Yve. Let’s clean up."

Yverine’s hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her panties and shorts, her eyes darting toward the closed door to Elize’s room.

She didn’t know if she was more afraid of Elize’s sharp perception or the possibility that she would bring it up later in front of everyone.

Her heartbeat felt like it was lodged in her throat.

Brandon, on the other hand, seemed maddeningly calm and fixed his shorts slowly as if they had all the time in the world.

She hissed under her breath, "Why are you so relaxed?"

He just smiled "Because, Sister Yve, panicking never helped anyone hide something."

Yverine shot him a glare but quickly averted her gaze and she felt like her guilt was radiating from her skin.

"Come with me." Brandon said, walking toward Elize’s room and Yverine reluctantly followed him.

When Brandon opened the door, the faint light from the bedside lamp washed over them.

Elize was sprawled on her bed in a lazy posture with head resting on one hand, the other holding her phone.

Her blonde hair spilled across the pillow, and her beer can sat on the nightstand, half empty.

"Aunt Elize, we’re using your bathroom," Brandon said stepping in.

She just tilted her head toward the bathroom door in silent permission before returning her gaze to her phone.

Yverine nearly tripped over her own feet on the way in, because of panic.

Brandon closed the door behind them and turned on the warm light inside.

Once they were done cleaning the mess, he opened the bathroom door and stepped back into Elize’s room.

Elize was still in the same position on the bed and Brandon walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her.

Yverine hesitated for a moment before sitting on his other side, her posture far more stiff than his.

Elize’s gaze drifted from Brandon to Yverine and back at him again.

Yverine kept her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes flicking toward the floor and her mind was running in circles.

Every possible scenario of Elize bringing up what she suspected played in her head, and with each passing second, she felt like she was sitting on a knife’s edge.

Brandon looked at her and reached to gently hold her hand "Sister Yve, listen to me."

H-Hm? Yverine blinked and slowly nodded her head "O-Okay."

Before he could say anything, Elize rolled up and sat on the bed before hugging Brandon from behind "I will explain, sweetheart."

Brandon smiled dryly and Elize kissed his cheek from behind "To put it short, Kael has multiple women... "

Yverine’s fingers stiffened in Brandon’s grasp.

For a moment, she thought she’d misheard Elize entirely.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out immediately "...Multiple... women?"

Elize shifted slightly, resting her chin lightly on Brandon’s shoulder as if this was an entirely casual conversation. "Mm-hm,"

"All of us live together like this... but it’s not just living together. It’s... closer than that. We’re his family, but we’re also his women. Eira, Ravene... and yes...me too. We are all in relationship with him."

Yverine’s eyes widened in disbelief ’Even her?’

The image she had of Elize, the composed, mature, almost untouchably refined woman was colliding headfirst with this revelation.

Brandon, meanwhile, was watching Yverine’s reaction quietly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into her palm. "Sister Yve..."

Yverine felt like the rug had been pulled out from under her feet "Wait... so... you all know? And... and you’re okay with it?"

Elize chuckled faintly "Of course we know. There are no secrets here between us. And as for being okay with it..."

She tilted her head, brushing a strand of her hair back before continuing, "It’s not about just ’being okay.’ We chose this. All of us. Because Kael..."

Her arms around Brandon’s shoulders tightened slightly, and her eyes softened. "...is worth it."

Yverine stared at Elize for a long moment.

She looked at Brandon and she frowned slightly "...And you? You’re... fine with this arrangement? With all of them?"

Brandon gave her a small smile. "Fine with it? Sister Yve, now I live for it. Everything I am doing right now is to keep them happy and improving myself"

His tone was light, but there was a certain sincerity in his eyes, as if he genuinely treasured each of the women Elize had mentioned.

Yverine’s stomach twisted.

Not necessarily from disgust, though part of her moral compass was spinning wildly... but from the sudden realization that she had stepped into something much bigger and more complicated than she thought.

Elize leaned slightly closer to her now, "I know it’s... a lot to take in. But you’ve seen how Kael treats people he cares about."

"You’ve felt it yourself. We’re not here to fight for scraps of his attention... we share him, and in return, we all get more than we ever could from anyone else."

Yverine’s mouth felt dry "...So... Eira knows? And Aunt Ravene?"

Elize smiled faintly. "Ofcourse. They’re not shy about it either."

Yverine almost choked "Not shy?!"

Brandon finally let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck "Sister Yve, it’s... different here. We’re not playing by the usual rules. And no one’s asking you to decide anything right this second."

Elize leaned back, resting one hand on the bed for support while the other stayed draped casually over Brandon’s shoulder "Just think about it. You’re already here, already part of our... family. The only question is whether you want to accept the rest of it."

Yverine swallowed hard and her mind was buzzing with a thousand conflicting thoughts.

Her fingers tightened unconsciously around his hand "...I... need to think."

Brandon squeezed her hand back gently "Take all the time you need, Sister Yve."

Elize smiled, sipping the last of her beer before lying back on the bed again "Thinking is fine. Just... don’t run away before you find your answer."

Brandon gently pulled Yverine and she moved sitting on his lap "Brandon."

He gently kissed her lips "I know this is sudden for you... and I know its not normal." Brandon continued softly, his thumb brushing the back of her hand,

Behind them, Elize sat cross-legged on the bed, sipping from her beer can and watching the exchange with an almost amused fondness "You know, Yverine... you really shouldn’t overthink it so much," she said, setting her drink aside.

"We’re all here because we want to be here. No one’s being forced into anything."

Yverine glanced at her briefly, "...Even you?"

Elize smiled faintly, leaning forward so that her chin rested on Brandon’s shoulder from behind. "Even me. And believe me, I’m not exactly the type to be persuaded into something I don’t want."

Her fingers played idly with Brandon’s hair as she added, "Once you accept it, you’ll find it’s... actually kind of nice. Not a rivalry. More like a very unconventional team."

"Also, I love Kael, very very very much... I will do anything for him. So for him to be happy, I would sacrifice anything."

Brandon’s gaze softened upon hearing this and he looked at Yverine "You can also be part of this ’team’, if you.. wnat to be."

Her cheeks warmed as she felt the steady beat of his heart under her palm "...You’re making it hard to say no," she whispered in a sulky voice.

"That’s the idea," he replied with a smile, pressing another soft kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against hers.

Elize leaned back with a satisfied sigh, clearly pleased with the direction things were going.

"Well, now that we’ve had our little talk. How about we relax? It’s late, and this bed’s big enough for three."

Looking at YYverine, Brandon spoke "Let’s all sleep together."

"Hmm..."