As ira held 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!
ira 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 ira with a playful glint in her eyes. "ira, take care of him for , alright? I'm going to have breakfast now."
"Ehh?!" ira's ears twitched in panic. "Madam, wait—what… ah… umm… okay…"
With that, Francesca walked off, leaving alone with my flustered catfolk babysitter.
ira let out a long sigh but made no effort to pull away. Instead, she adjusted her hold on , letting continue my ambitious exploration.
"You know, young master," she said softly, her voice tinged with both amusent and embarrassnt, "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, ira. 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 .
Cute? No, ira. I'm ambitious. And when I grow up, you'll thank for this mont of destiny.
As her tail brushed against my tiny feet, I felt a deep sense of accomplishnt. 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. ira would be mine. That much, I was sure of.
"ira!" A soft but sharp voice called from outside the room.
I tensed imdiately, glaring internally. Ugh! Who dares interrupt this perfect mont? Don't you know my beautiful ira is busy fulfilling her noble duty of feeding ?
The door creaked open, and standing there was another figure—a tall, elegant woman with long, silver-blonde hair and striking erald eyes. Her pointed ears confird it: another elf. She carried herself with an air of quiet authority, and the stern expression on her face told she wasn't here to joke around.
"ira," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "What are you doing?"
ira froze, her ears twitching nervously. "Umm… umm…" she stamred.
"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 ira. Head maid vibes, definitely. And also gorgeous. Wow, this house is packed with beauties.
ira 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?" ira asked, clutching nervously.
"We can't leave him here," the head maid said, her tone final. "Bring him along."
"Yes, Miss Liana," ira murmured obediently.
Oh, her na's Liana, I thought, feeling a twinge of curiosity. Another beauty. Lucky .
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 ira to pass over.
"Hand him to ," she said. "You need to eat, and I'll watch over him while you do."
"Y-Yes, Miss Liana," ira said, reluctantly handing over.
As soon as Liana held , I felt her gentle yet firm hands supporting 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 .
"Ah!" Liana let out a surprised sound, her erald 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 to stop 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 chid 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! Ti to head back to my beautiful ira—the true second mama of my heart!
With newfound determination, I raised my little arms toward ira, who was seated nearby, enjoying her breakfast. I wriggled and squird, making my intentions clear.
"Hmm?" ira noticed struggling and tilted her head, her ears twitching curiously. "Young master? What's wrong?"
Liana frowned slightly, holding more securely. "He's fine, ira. Let him settle down."
No! Let 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. ira chuckled softly, setting her spoon down. "It looks like he wants , Miss Liana."
Liana sighed, clearly exasperated. "He's just being fussy. Don't indulge him."
"Oh, but he's such a sweet little thing," ira said with a warm smile. "Co here, young master."
With that, ira reached out, and Liana reluctantly handed over. As soon as I was back in ira's arms, I nestled against her with a satisfied sigh.
"There we go," ira cooed, her tail swishing happily behind her. "Young master just missed , didn't you?"
Yes, yes I did. Now, about that milk…
ira cradled gently, returning to her al 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, ira. He'll beco impossible to handle at this rate."
ira 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!" ira said, flustered but laughing. "You really are persistent."
Liana groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're encouraging bad habits, ira."
But ira simply smiled, stroking my tiny head. "Well, if it keeps him happy, I don't mind."
Happy? Oh, ira, 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 )
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