Reborn As Noble Chapter 1520: One Hand on Her Hip, A Smile in the Mirror ( 1520 )

Mimi puffed her cheek hard, her tail flicking with irritation before she scrambled to her feet in a rush, making Delya stumble backward with a startled yelp. Mimi glanced at Felicia, her eyes narrowing as she watched the way Felicia’s breasts bounced with every small movement, each sway deliberate and teasing.

Mimi pursed her lips, her brow furrowing with stubborn defiance. Without warning, she reached out and grabbed one of Felicia’s breasts, squeezing it firmly before releasing it with a soft bounce. She turned away with a loud huff, stomping her foot against the sand before spinning back around and sticking her tongue out at Felicia.

"Nya! Big breasts are overrated! When you get old, they’ll just sag and fold up like towels on a shoulder! Mimi’s will stay perky forever, nya!"

She turned back around with another huff and marched off toward her spot on the sand, grabbing her bucket and shovel before plopping down and beginning to build her sand castle. She mumbled under her breath the entire time, her tail swishing irritably behind her.

Felicia puffed her cheek, her tail swaying in annoyance as she watched Mimi stomp away. She let out a soft exhale, shaking her head slowly before turning back toward the others.

Gloria chuckled softly, covering her lips with one hand before her gaze shifted toward Delya, who was patting the wet sand from her body with calm, unhurried motions.

"Delya?"

"Hmm? Yes, Big Sister?"

"Have you seen Gracelle?"

Delya tilted her head, placing one finger on her lips as she thought for a moment. "The last time I saw her... she was still in the villa room."

Gloria let out a soft exhale, reaching into her cleavage to pull out her glasses from where she had tucked them inside her swimsuit. She wiped the lenses clean with a small cloth before slipping them onto her face, mumbling under her breath.

"What is that girl doing..."

Meanwhile.

In the villa.

Gracelle lay sprawled across the large bed, her face half-buried in the pillows, a dreamy smile spreading across her lips as she mumbled in her sleep.

"Javier-sama~ Stop it~ It’s ticklish~ Ehehe~"

Gracelle rolled in her sleep, her arms and legs flailing as she kicked at every pillow within reach, sending them tumbling off the bed one by one. She twisted and turned, her body tangling in the sheets until her head bumped against the wooden headboard with a soft thud.

"Aw..."

She stirred, her brow furrowing as she slowly sat up, one hand reaching up to rub the sore spot on the back of her head. A soft hiss escaped her lips as she blinked her eyes open, still hazy with sleep.

"That hurt..."

She glanced around the room, her vision still blurry, and noticed the silence.

The room was empty. The bed beside her was already made, the pillows neatly arranged.

Hmm? Where is everyone?

She let out a long yawn, stretching her arms above her head before smacking her lips together. She glanced around again, her gaze drifting toward the windows. The curtains were drawn, but soft golden light filtered through the fabric, casting a warm glow across the room.

Is it morning... already?

Her eyes suddenly snapped wide open.

Ahhh! Today is the vacation and I overslept!?

She threw the covers off and scrambled to get out of bed, her feet tangling in the sheets as she tumbled off the mattress and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

"Ouch..."

Gracelle slowly pushed herself up from the floor, wincing slightly as she rubbed her sore elbow. She stood up in a rush, grabbing her towel from the nearby chair before dashing toward the bathroom.

"Ahhhh! I’m going to miss the fun with everyone!"

She slid into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, her heart racing with panic. She quickly pulled her pajama top over her head, the soft fabric falling away to reveal her full, round breasts, her pale skin glowing in the morning light. Her small pink nipples hardened slightly from the cool air as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and slid them down her legs.

She stepped out of them, her bare thighs and the soft curve of her hips now fully exposed. Her pussy was bare, natural, and clean. She turned the shower knob, and warm water cascaded down her body, steam rising around her as she washed herself in a rush.

I want to see Javier-sama in his beach trunks!

She scrubbed her body quickly, her mind racing with images of Javier on the beach, his toned body glistening under the sun, his smile warm and playful.

I want to see him swim! I want to walk with him on the beach!

She rinsed off, grabbed her towel, and wrapped it around herself before dashing back into the bedroom.

Gracelle reached for another clean towel from the wardrobe and began wiping her hair in a rush, the soft fabric soaking up the moisture as she rubbed her hair. She paused mid-motion when her eyes landed on a set of bikinis laid out neatly on the chair beside the bed.

Ah... right...

Everyone was talking about it last night~

She reached for the bikini, her fingers brushing over the soft, delicate fabric. It was a beautiful two-piece in a soft, pastel pink, with a halter-style top that tied behind her neck and a pair of high-waisted bottoms with a cute little bow at the front.

I wonder if everyone is already wearing theirs and walking on the beach right now...

She removed her towel, letting it fall to the floor, and held the bikini top against her body. She pressed it against her breasts, feeling the fabric against her skin as she imagined how it would look.

But... wouldn’t it be embarrassing to be seen in something so revealing?

She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing slightly as she glanced toward the window.

Javier-sama will be there... and everyone else too.

What if I look silly? What if I trip? What if...

She shook her head quickly, pushing the doubts away.

No. I can’t keep hiding. Everyone else is having fun. I want to be with them. I want to be with him.

She took a deep breath and began slipped the bikini top over her head, the soft fabric gliding against her skin as she adjusted the halter straps behind her neck. She tugged gently at the cups, making sure they sat comfortably over her breasts, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly.

She then reached for the bottoms, stepping into them one leg at a time before pulling them up over her hips. The high-waisted design settled snugly around her waist, the little bow at the front resting just above her navel.

She turned toward the mirror, placing one hand on her hip as she checked her reflection. The pastel pink fabric looked lovely against her pale skin, the halter top lifting her breasts just enough to create a soft, flattering curve, while the high-waisted bottoms accentuated her slender waist and the gentle curve of her hips.

A small, pleased smile spread across her lips.

"Mm~ This looks good~"

She turned slightly, checking from different angles, before nodding to herself with quiet satisfaction.

( End Of Chapter )