As ira finished her breakfast, I decided it was ti to take things into my own tiny hands—literally. Reaching up with all the determination I could muster, I tugged at her clothes, signaling my intent.
ira blinked down at , her tail swaying lazily. A soft smile spread across her face. "Young master, so impatient," she said, amused.
I gurgled in response, not because I couldn't speak, but because my baby instincts knew it would make look cuter. Co on, ira, don't make wait.
"Alright, alright," she chuckled. "Please wait a mont."
She hurriedly sipped the rest of her coffee, setting the cup down with a faint clink. Then, with a graceful yet flustered motion, she began loosening her maid uniform.
"Madam did give permission, after all," ira murmured, her cheeks slightly pink.
I settled in comfortably as she positioned and let latch on. Finally, my second mama's milk—well, or the lack thereof. It doesn't matter. This is bliss.
"Slowly, young master," ira said softly, brushing her fingers through my hair. "Don't rush."
I savored the mont, glancing sideways to see Miss Liana still seated nearby, her expression unreadable as she watched the scene.
Oh? Feeling jealous, are we, Miss High-and-Mighty Elf? I smirked internally. Serves you right. Next ti, when I ask for breastfeeding, don't act so arrogant. Now I've got my second beautiful mama. Unlike you, stubborn elf.
Just as I was basking in my victory, a sudden chill ran down my spine.
"Oh! So you're allowed to breastfeed him?" A familiar voice chid in from behind us. "Lucky for you, ira."
I froze mid-suckle. That voice…
Turning slightly, I caught sight of a looming figure. There she was—Marita, the slobbering demon herself.
"Ekkk!" I scread in my mind. Not her! Anyone but her!
Marita approached with her usual exaggerated cheer, her pudgy hands already reaching out. "Young master is so adorable!"
Stay away! Don't you dare co near ! I grumbled internally, gripping ira tightly like a lifeline.
ira looked slightly flustered but kept her composure. "Marita, please. He's feeding right now."
"But I haven't held him today," Marita said with a pout. "And he's just too cute not to cuddle."
Liana, sensing my growing distress, stood up and gently placed a hand on Marita's shoulder. "Let them be, Marita. The young master needs calm right now, not your enthusiasm."
Marita pouted but stepped back. "Fine. But I'll hold him later!"
Over my dead body, I thought, silently thanking Liana for once.
As Marita left the room, I relaxed, settling back into ira's arms.
"There, there," ira said soothingly, stroking my head. "All better now, young master?"
Better? Yes. But one day, I'll make sure that kissing demon stays far, far away from .Well...just ..ehehehe
As I nestled comfortably in ira's arms, my thoughts drifted to a certain soone I hadn't seen in a while. Where's Lithia, the dark elf? I thought. I rember her from before—back when I was being assaulted by that slobbering demon Marita. She was there, so calm and graceful. Lithia, where are you? Eheheh. You can be my third mama too. Dark elves are rare, after all.
I craned my tiny head, looking around the room with what little mobility my baby body allowed. No pointy ears, no dark complexion. Just ira's warm smile and Liana's unreadable gaze.
ira noticed my fidgeting. "What's wrong, young master? Are you uncomfortable?"
Uncomfortable? No, I'm on a mission! I squird, trying to peek around ira's shoulder.
Liana raised an eyebrow. "He's restless. Perhaps he's looking for soone?"
ira laughed softly, bouncing gently in her arms. "Young master, are you searching for Madam Francesca? Or maybe Lord Garius?"
Ha! As if! No offense to my goddess of a mother or that… dried plum of a father, but I have soone else in mind.
"Maybe he's looking for Lithia," Liana added casually, sipping her tea.
My tiny eyes lit up. Yes! Soone gets ! Where is she, Miss Liana? Stop sipping tea and tell !
"Oh, Lithia," ira said, her ears twitching. "I think she's in the garden. She ntioned wanting to check on the roses this morning."
The garden? Great, let's go then! No ti to waste! I waved my arms excitedly, trying to communicate my intent.
"Look at him," ira said with a giggle. "He really does seem to want Lithia."
Liana sighed, setting down her cup. "You're spoiling him too much, ira. But fine, let's head to the garden."
As ira carried out of the room, I couldn't help but grin inwardly. Lithia, here I co. Prepare yourself, my third mama.
When we arrived at the garden, there she was—Lithia, the dark elf, kneeling gracefully among the rose bushes. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sunlight, and her silken silver hair swayed with each movent. She was humming softly, her elegant fingers brushing over the petals.
Oh, Lithia, you're even more beautiful than I rembered!
"Lithia," ira called, walking closer. "Look who's here to see you."
Lithia turned, her golden eyes eting mine. A small smile graced her lips. "Young master," she said, her voice as smooth as honey. "You look happy this morning."
Happy? Of course, I'm happy! I found you, my dark elf goddess. You can be my third mama now. Eheheh.
"Would you like to hold him?" ira asked.
Lithia tilted her head thoughtfully. "If it's alright with you."
ira handed over gently, and I found myself in Lithia's arms. Her scent was earthy yet sweet, and her touch was cool and soothing.
"There we go," Lithia said softly, adjusting in her arms. "Are you comfortable, young master?"
Comfortable? I'm in heaven!
I reached out instinctively, tugging at the fabric of her uniform. Lithia raised an eyebrow, then chuckled lightly. "Oh dear, he's just like last ti."
ira covered her mouth, laughing. "Madam Francesca did say he's been… curious lately."
Liana crossed her arms, watching with a smirk. "Curious is an understatent. He's turning into quite the handful."
Lithia looked down at , her eyes filled with gentle amusent. "Well, young master, I suppose I can humor you for a little while."
Just as Lithia began to undo the top of her uniform, the soft fabric sliding slightly to reveal her flawless skin, I felt victory within reach. Yes, dark elf milk—oh wait, she doesn't have milk yet, but still, I'm winning!
But before I could even get a peek, a familiar voice rang out from behind.
"Good morning, everyone."
Lithia's hands froze. She imdiately straightened, adjusting her uniform. "Good morning, madam," she said, her voice respectful.
ira quickly stood beside her, bowing slightly. "Good morning, madam Francesca."
Francesca?! Again?! Mama, you can go enjoy yourself with that dried plum of yours! Let have my mont with Lithia! I squird in Lithia's arms, silently protesting this intrusion.
Francesca approached, her radiant smile lighting up the garden. Her golden hair shimred in the morning sunlight, and her sapphire-blue eyes sparkled as she looked at . "Javier, my little honeybun, did you miss ?"
Miss you? Mama, you just fed this morning! Let enjoy my ti with my new mamas in peace!
Francesca reached out to take from Lithia. "Thank you for watching him, Lithia," she said warmly.
Lithia handed over gently, though I could see a trace of hesitation in her golden eyes. No, Lithia, don't let go! Don't give back! Ugh, betrayal!
As Francesca cuddled close, I turned my head toward Lithia, my tiny arms reaching out dramatically. Lithia! My dark elf mama, co back! This isn't over. I will taste your milk one day… even if you don't have any yet!
"Javier seems to really like you, Lithia," Francesca remarked with a chuckle.
Lithia smiled politely, though there was a flicker of amusent in her eyes. "He's very attached, madam."
"Of course, he's attached," Francesca said proudly. "He's a smart boy. He knows how kind and lovely you all are."
Smart boy? More like desperate baby. I know quality when I see it.
With a playful kiss on my cheek, Francesca began walking back toward the mansion. "Co on, Javier. Let's have breakfast with your papa."
Papa?! The dried plum? No! Send back to my dark elf goddess and catfolk angel! I groaned internally, resigned to my fate.
( End of Chapter )
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