Reborn As Noble Chapter 4 Catfolk Curiosity ( 4 )
Previously on Reborn As Noble...
While Francesca entered the connected bathroom for her much-needed bath, I remained confined in my infant enclosure—um, crib. From where I lay, I spotted the catfolk servant, Meira, positioned close by.
Her smooth tail swung idly at her back, though it occasionally jerked in swift, abrupt twitches.
Oh, I recognize that expression. I mused, observing her cat-like ears quiver. I've owned cats in the past. That tail indicates excitement… or intrigue. Perhaps a combination of the two.
Meira rested against the crib's edge, her amber eyes shining as she examined me. Her face stayed serene, yet her tail betrayed her inner feelings.
I smiled—or as close as an infant could manage—and lifted my small arms toward her.
Very well, feline attendant. Let's discover if you're as skilled at embracing as you are at pointing out the evident.
Meira's ears stood alert, and her mouth formed a playful grin. “Oh? What's this, young master? Do you wish for me to lift you?”
Indeed, precisely! Raise me up, catfolk! Allow me to feel the renowned feline elegance up close!
She let out a gentle laugh, her tail swishing while she extended her arms into the crib and carefully scooped me out. Her palms felt toasty, and she supported me with unexpected tenderness, nestling me near as though she'd performed this countless times.
“There now,” she whispered, her tone calming. “You're a pampered little fellow, aren't you?”
Pampered? Hardly. I'm merely refined. I appreciate excellence when it's present, and you, my cat companion, offer top-notch attention.
I snuggled securely into her embrace, emitting a satisfied gurgle. Her plush fur-covered ears moved, and I stretched one small hand upward, attempting to grasp them.
“No-no,” Meira chided lightly, angling her head away. “Tiny fingers mustn't tug on ears, young master.”
Aw, please! Only a brief contact! I want to sense the softness!
During my next unsuccessful grab for her ears, Meira laughed warmly, her tail grazing my little toes gently. The feeling prompted me to squirm and giggle quietly.
“You're full of energy, aren't you?” she remarked, her voice fond. “I wager you'll turn out to be a real challenge as you grow.”
Challenge? No way, I'll become the leader. And once I do, I'll appoint you as my private aide. You possess the ideal blend of intelligence and softness.
Right when I was about to relax into the ideal snuggling time, splashing water echoed from the bathroom, accompanied by Francesca's tuneful humming.
Meira's ears turned toward the sound, and she gazed down at me with a grin. “It seems Madam Francesca will emerge shortly. Should we prepare you for her, young master?”
Prepare? I'm already set. She ought to appear spotless this round. No skimping!
Catfolk embraces: 10/10. Highly suggested.
With Meira keeping me near, her cozy heat and calming aroma provided strange reassurance. She swayed me softly side to side, and her quiet humming began to ease me into a tranquil state.
Yet suddenly, a bold notion entered my thoughts.
Hold on. Suppose… merely suppose… I attempted a new type of milk?
I blinked, my infant fists clenching as a scheme took shape. Francesca's milk? Elite, without doubt. But now a catfolk servant cradles me. Perhaps hers surpasses it? Diversity adds flavor to existence, after all.
Driven by impulse—or my absurd reborn mind—I extended upward, clutching the hem of her servant outfit with my plump digits. I pulled softly, gauging the response.
Meira paused briefly, glancing down with an arched eyebrow. “Hmm? What's that you're up to, young master?”
Heh heh. I chuckled inwardly. Ignore me, just investigating. Let's uncover what's beneath.
I pulled more firmly, aiming to part her maid attire. Meira's amber eyes expanded a touch, and a light flush tinged her face.
“Now, now,” she uttered, blending humor with unease. “That's hardly appropriate, young master.”
Appropriate? I'm an infant. I can do whatever!
She shifted her grip on me, but I refused to yield so soon. My arms waved, targeting her bosom while I issued a small, resolute whimper.
“Ah, I understand,” Meira noted, her voice playful. “You're famished, right? Is that the reason for your grasping?”
Spot on! You've grasped it! Hurry, catfolk milk. Let's check if it matches my imagination.
Yet rather than complying, Meira released a mild chuckle and lightly tapped my nose with her digit. “Apologies, little one, but this source is unavailable. You'll need to rely on Madam Francesca's for the moment.”
What!? Impossible! That's not the intended outcome! You can't refuse me outright!
I produced a faint cry, striving to appear as miserable as feasible. Meira merely laughed once more, her tail moving as she drew me nearer.
“You're tenacious, I'll admit,” she commented, with a sly grin. “But cuddles will have to suffice today.”
Ugh. Thwarted by the cat. I'll keep this in mind, Meira. Someday, payback awaits.
At that instant, the bathroom door creaked open, drawing our focus. Francesca appeared, draped in a plush robe, her locks wet and face radiant from the steamy soak.
“Thanks for minding him, Meira,” she expressed with a bright smile.
Meira passed me to Francesca, who planted a kiss on my brow before positioning me at her bosom.
“Here we are, Javier,” Francesca murmured tenderly.
“Mama's fresh and clean. Prepared to feed?”
I paused briefly, my prior complaints dissolving as I absorbed her clean, sugary fragrance.
Alright. This works. But I truly desired to sample catfolk milk. You've all disrupted my brilliant scheme.
With a defeated exhale (as best a baby could), I attached myself, resuming my standard nursing pattern.
As Francesca took a seat in the chair, holding me for the morning meal, I suckled briefly. The liquid flowed fresh and sugary, as anticipated, yet my thoughts wandered off.
Meira…
My eyes moved from Francesca to the catfolk servant nearby. Her graceful form, quivering ears, and softly waving tail drew my focus.
I've savored divine milk before. Now, time for… unique milk. I suspect catfolk milk reaches unparalleled heights.
I detached from Francesca with a gentle smack, my mouth opening as I directed my face toward Meira.
“What's the matter, Javier?” Francesca inquired, her forehead creasing. “Why'd you quit? Are you satisfied so soon? But… it's far too brief.”
She traced my stare and saw my fixed attention on Meira.
“Ehhh?” Francesca's eyes widened, her mouth forming a puzzled grin. “No way…” She tittered lightly, hand over lips. “Javier, you foolish child. She's unmarried—she lacks milk, you see.”
Doesn't matter. I intend to verify personally. I wriggled in her hold, releasing soft, objecting sounds to emphasize my desire.
Francesca exhaled heavily, shaking her head.
“You're quite the determined sort, huh? Okay, okay.”
She turned to Meira, who observed the exchange with slight bewilderment.
“Meira,” Francesca instructed, extending me toward her, “handle him briefly.”
Meira's amber eyes grew large, her tail halting in motion. “Ehhh? Are you certain, madam?”
Francesca sighed lengthily again. “Simply allow your young master a taste. He'll cease bothering you once he finds no milk.”
Meira glanced at me, then Francesca, before sighing gently in acceptance. “As you command, madam.”
She advanced and took me delicately into her embrace, treating me like a delicate gem. Her amber gaze locked with mine, a subtle red tint on her cheeks.
“You're persistent, young master,” she whispered, head cocked in a tender smile. “Fine, let's conclude this.”
Heh heh… objective achieved! I attached with enthusiasm, disregarding the total absence of milk. Her cozy presence and subtle lavender aroma sufficed for comfort.
Meira inhaled sharply, ears folding back. “H-He won't cease…”
Francesca laughed from her spot, limbs folded. “I warned you he's determined. Permit him his instant.”
Instant? This is utter delight. Lacking milk? Irrelevant. I'm in it for the sensation.
Meira exhaled once more, though her kind smile lingered. “You're a real rascal, young master.”
While I pursued my resolute trial, Francesca shook her head, chuckling quietly. “He'll surely become a handful when older.”
( End of Chapter )