Reborn As Noble Chapter 1533: Sand, Sun, and Slapstick ( 1533 )

Gloria crossed her arms under her breasts, giving him a pointed, narrow look. Felicia shook her head slowly. Delya’s eyes were fixed on the table, her dreamy smile never fading as she stared at the body pillows. Mimi tilted her head, one finger resting on her lips, her tail swaying in lazy curiosity.

Gracelle stayed silent, her cheeks still flushed. Celine simply glanced at Javier with a curious expression.

Javier blinked, looking around at all of them with genuine confusion.

"Huh? What’s wrong?"

Gloria nudged her glasses up, her voice calm and direct. "Young Master. I asked if you have a skill like Delya’s clone technique. You said yes. So... where is it? These pictures and pillows are lovely, but they’re not what we asked to see."

Felicia nodded in agreement, her tail curling slightly. "Yes, Husband. I’m also interested in seeing your clone technique. It sounds... intriguing."

Delya, still in her usual dreamy state, mumbled softly. "If Danna-sama could make a clone... and my clones could be together with his clones... Ah~ That would be..."

She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips.

Javier tilted his head, his expression still confused. He casually pointed toward the table without looking at it.

"You mean... those six handsome guys over there?"

Everyone turned their heads at once, their gazes shifting toward the long table behind them. Their eyes landing on the six clones standing in a neat row, each one an exact copy of Javier striking a different pose.

The first one stood with his arms crossed, a calm, confident smile on his face. The second had one hand resting on his forehead, one leg forward, striking a dramatic, heroic pose. The third wore a pair of smart glasses, holding a book in one hand, leaning casually against a tree.

The fourth was swiping his hair back with a smooth, charming motion. The fifth had both hands in his pockets, looking off into the distance with a mysterious, brooding expression. The sixth was winking and pointing finger guns toward the girls.

Gloria nudged her glasses up, her eyes scanning each clone with quiet interest.

"Interesting... From the look of it, the imitation is perfect. Every detail, every contour, every posture. Even the way they hold themselves... it’s an exact match. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were actually you."

Felicia’s eyes fixed on the clone wearing glasses and reading a book. She turned to Javier, her voice curious.

"Husband, I’ve never seen you reading a book while wearing glasses like that."

Javier wiggled his eyebrows, his grin widening. "That one’s for you~ Each clone matches the personality of my girls. The cheeky one with the finger guns is for Mimi."

Gloria narrowed her eyes, her gaze shifting between the clones before she turned back to Javier.

"So which one suits Liana?"

Javier struck a charming, gentlemanly pose, one hand over his chest, the other extended gracefully.

"The original~"

Everyone stared at him in silence. The air grew still.

Gloria’s fist shot out, landing a hard punch square in his stomach. Javier doubled over with a loud grunt, clutching his midsection before glancing up at her, his face twisted in confusion and pain.

"W... why!?"

Gloria crossed her arms under her breasts, her eyes turning serious. Her voice was calm but carried a sharp edge.

"Why is everyone getting a clone and Liana gets the original?"

She smiled sweetly, but the air around her grew heavy. She cracked her knuckles slowly, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.

Javier raised both hands quickly, a sheepish, nervous grin spreading across his face.

"I... I was just joking with you! Besides, I already said before, I won’t use that clone technique on any of you. You’re all mine. The original is the only one for you. But since you insisted on seeing it, I just showed it to you. That’s all!"

Gloria stared at him for a long moment before tilting her head.

"Since when did you learn that skill?"

Javier grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Back when I was still a kid. Before I started at the noble school."

Gloria tilted her head, her expression turning curious. "Why have you never shown it to us before?"

"Eh?" Javier’s smile softened as he glanced toward the horizon, his voice turning nostalgic. "I learned it just to trick Liana back then. But it never worked on her. Every time I tried, she’d see right through it. She’d pull me by the ear, or smack me with a ladle, or just give me that look... you know, the one that says, ’I know exactly what you’re up to.’"

Gloria’s eyes glinted dangerously. The lenses of her glasses cracked. A slow, heavy aura began to radiate from her body as she spoke in a low, dangerous, sweet tone.

"Ara~? Liana knew... but I didn’t~? My, my~ Young Master~"

Javier raised both hands higher, waving them frantically.

"I didn’t tell Liana! She figured it out on her own! I swear! I never told her! She just... knew! Somehow! Every time I tried to use it on her, she’d look at me, and say ’Nice try, Young Master.’ I don’t know how she did it! She just knew!"

Gloria pulled her glasses off and crossed her arms, staring at Javier with a sharp, skeptical gaze. Felicia stood beside her, both hands on her hips, her tail flicking slowly as she watched the exchange.

"We’ll see about that," Gloria said, her voice calm but edged with warning. "I’ll confirm this with Liana later. If you’re lying, Young Master... you know what happens."

Javier scratched the back of his head, his voice coming out in a nervous stammer. "Y... yeah... J... just ask her. She’ll tell you. I’m not lying."

Just as Gloria was about to respond, a piercing scream echoed from above.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Gloria, Felicia, Gracelle, and Celine all snapped their heads upward. A figure was falling from the sky, flailing wildly, limbs spinning.

Lyzia crashed directly on top of Javier with a heavy thud, her body landing squarely on his. Her lips pressed against his in a sudden, accidental kiss. His hands, thrown up on instinct to catch her, landed firmly on her breasts.

Lyzia’s bikini top, already loosened from her chaotic tumble through the air, snapped free and fell away, leaving her full, soft breasts completely bare in Javier’s hands.

Her face hovered inches above his. Their lips met.

For a moment, the world went still.

Lyzia’s eyes widened, her cheeks burning crimson as she stared down at him, her lips still locked with his, her mind completely blank.

The silence was deafening. Everyone stared.

Mimi tilted her head, her tail going still. "Nya...?"

Felicia’s tail shot straight up, her eyes widening. "L... Lyzia!?"

Gloria’s brow twitched. Gracelle and Celine covered their mouths, their faces flushing crimson.

Lyzia finally pulled back, her lips leaving Javier’s. She looked down at him, then down at her bare chest, then at his hands still cupping her breasts.

Javier wiggled his eyebrows, a confident grin spreading across his face as he gave her breasts a gentle squeeze.

"Nice~ Yesterday a beautiful view, today a fresh taste~"

Lyzia’s face turned a shade of red. Her eyes widened in panic before she let out a high-pitched scream.

"Hiiiiiiii!!"

Her fist shot out, landing a sharp punch square in his face. Before he could even react, her other fist followed, then another, and another, pummeling him in a flurry of panicked, embarrassed strikes.

Gloria and Felicia exchanged a glance, nodded once, and joined in. Their legs swung up, their feet landing solid kicks on his sides.

"Eeeppp!!! Not the face! Not the face!!!!!"

( End Of Chapter )