Reborn As Noble

As Meira held me close, I decided that one side wasn't enough. With a tiny but determined effort, I shifted my head to the other side of her chest.

Let's see if this side tastes better!

Meira gasped softly, her face turning an even brighter shade of pink. "Young master… you really are persistent, aren't you?"

Across the room, Francesca, now fully dressed, glanced back at us with an amused smile. She shook her head, her hands on her hips. "Ara, what a naughty boy you are, Javier."

She looked at Meira with a playful glint in her eyes. "Meira, take care of him for me, alright? I'm going to have breakfast now."

"Ehh?!" Meira's ears twitched in panic. "Madam, wait—what… ah… umm… okay…"

With that, Francesca walked off, leaving me alone with my flustered catfolk babysitter.

Meira let out a long sigh but made no effort to pull me away. Instead, she adjusted her hold on me, letting me continue my ambitious exploration.

"You know, young master," she said softly, her voice tinged with both amusement and embarrassment, "if you keep doing this, I might not get married… so you'll have to take responsibility, okay?"

Responsibility? Wife? You? Oh, absolutely!

I paused briefly, looking up at her with what I hoped was a mischievous yet innocent expression. Don't worry, Meira. You'll be my wife soon. Well… once I grow up.

Energized by my inner vow, I latched back on, ignoring her soft sighs and occasional muttered complaints.

"You're lucky you're cute," she murmured, her golden eyes soft as she gazed at me.

Cute? No, Meira. I'm ambitious. And when I grow up, you'll thank me for this moment of destiny.

As her tail brushed against my tiny feet, I felt a deep sense of accomplishment. For now, I'd enjoy the warmth, the comfort, and the blissful ignorance of my current age.

But in my heart, I was already planning my future. Meira would be mine. That much, I was sure of.

"Meira!" A soft but sharp voice called from outside the room.

I tensed immediately, glaring internally. Ugh! Who dares interrupt this perfect moment? Don't you know my beautiful Meira is busy fulfilling her noble duty of feeding me?

The door creaked open, and standing there was another figure—a tall, elegant woman with long, silver-blonde hair and striking emerald eyes. Her pointed ears confirmed it: another elf. She carried herself with an air of quiet authority, and the stern expression on her face told me she wasn't here to joke around.

"Meira," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "What are you doing?"

Meira froze, her ears twitching nervously. "Umm… umm…" she stammered.

"You know we maids are not allowed to breastfeed the young master," the woman continued, her tone unyielding despite its softness.

Oh? So she's the maid boss around here, I thought, still latched onto Meira. Head maid vibes, definitely. And also gorgeous. Wow, this house is packed with beauties.

Meira panicked, trying to explain herself. "T-This was Madam Francesca's command! I'm just… following orders!"

The elf woman, who I quickly decided was the head maid, sighed deeply. "Is that so?" She shook her head in mild disapproval. "Let's go to the dining area. Breakfast is being served for us."

"W-What about the young master?" Meira asked, clutching me nervously.

"We can't leave him here," the head maid said, her tone final. "Bring him along."

"Yes, Miss Liana," Meira murmured obediently.

Oh, her name's Liana, I thought, feeling a twinge of curiosity. Another beauty. Lucky me.

A short while later, we arrived at the maids' dining area. The setup was simple yet cozy, a contrast to the grandeur of the nobles' dining hall. Liana gestured for Meira to pass me over.

"Hand him to me," she said. "You need to eat, and I'll watch over him while you do."

"Y-Yes, Miss Liana," Meira said, reluctantly handing me over.

As soon as Liana held me, I felt her gentle yet firm hands supporting me with ease. I stared up at her, marveling at her sharp yet soft features.

An elf's milk, huh? Let's see if it's any different.

Without hesitation, I nuzzled into her chest, letting my instincts guide me.

"Ah!" Liana let out a surprised sound, her emerald eyes widening. "Young master! What are you doing? There's no milk here!"

You don't know that until I try, do you?

Liana sighed, clearly not used to such antics. "Goodness, you're persistent," she muttered, adjusting her hold on me to stop me from tugging at her uniform.

As the maids ate their breakfast, I was cradled in Liana's arms, but I wasn't giving up. My little hands kept reaching for her neckline, trying to pull it aside.

"Stop that," she said softly, her ears twitching as she batted my hands away. "You're acting like a mischievous kitten."

Kitten? More like a hungry wolf. I'm determined!

Despite her gentle scolding, I kept trying. My persistence drew giggles from the other maids seated around the table.

"Looks like young master is quite taken with you, Liana," one of them teased.

Another chimed in, "Maybe he's trying to declare his future bride!"

Liana's cheeks flushed slightly, though she maintained her composure. "Enough of that," she said, her tone sharp but not unkind.

As breakfast went on, I kept my tiny hands busy, attempting to tug at her chest whenever I got the chance. Despite my best efforts, she skillfully avoided my advances.

As I lay in the arms of the ever-graceful yet annoyingly untouchable Miss Liana, I began to feel the sting of rejection. Her poise and elegance were undeniable, but her strict attitude was a real mood killer.

Ugh, this elf is too arrogant. She thinks she's untouchable, huh? Fine! Time to head back to my beautiful Meira—the true second mama of my heart!

With newfound determination, I raised my little arms toward Meira, who was seated nearby, enjoying her breakfast. I wriggled and squirmed, making my intentions clear.

"Hmm?" Meira noticed me struggling and tilted her head, her ears twitching curiously. "Young master? What's wrong?"

Liana frowned slightly, holding me more securely. "He's fine, Meira. Let him settle down."

No! Let me go, pointy-eared prison guard! My real goal is right over there, eating her breakfast in peace. I must reunite with my catfolk goddess!

I kept reaching out, whining softly in protest. Meira chuckled softly, setting her spoon down. "It looks like he wants me, Miss Liana."

Liana sighed, clearly exasperated. "He's just being fussy. Don't indulge him."

"Oh, but he's such a sweet little thing," Meira said with a warm smile. "Come here, young master."

With that, Meira reached out, and Liana reluctantly handed me over. As soon as I was back in Meira's arms, I nestled against her with a satisfied sigh.

"There we go," Meira cooed, her tail swishing happily behind her. "Young master just missed me, didn't you?"

Yes, yes I did. Now, about that milk…

Meira cradled me gently, returning to her meal with one hand. Her warmth and the faint scent of lavender were enough to soothe my frustration.

Liana, watching from her seat, let out a faint snort. "You spoil him too much, Meira. He'll become impossible to handle at this rate."

Meira just laughed softly, her golden eyes sparkling with affection. "Oh, let him be a baby while he can. He's so precious like this."

Precious? More like determined. As she ate, I began to nuzzle against her again, clearly signaling my intentions.

"Hmm? Oh, young master, not again!" Meira said, flustered but laughing. "You really are persistent."

Liana groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're encouraging bad habits, Meira."

But Meira simply smiled, stroking my tiny head. "Well, if it keeps him happy, I don't mind."

Happy? Oh, Meira, you're more than I could ever ask for. My second mama, my catfolk goddess. One day, I'll make you mine… once I grow up.

For now, though, I was content to stay right where I was, nestled in her arms, dreaming of the day I could taste all the milk this world had to offer.

( End Of Chapter )