Meira had just finished her breakfast, so I decided it was time to take things into my own tiny hands. Reaching up with all the determination I could muster, I tugged at her clothes.
She blinked down at me, her tail swaying lazily. A soft smile spread across her face. "Young master, please wait a moment~"
I gurgled in response, just to look cuter.
Come on, Meira. Don't make me wait.
I watched as she hurriedly sipped the rest of her coffee, setting the cup down with a faint clink.
Alright! Faster, Meira! My milk! My milk!
I kept my eyes fixed on the moment she began loosening her maid uniform. Her full breasts popped free, tipped with small pink nipples.
Uoohh!! So lucky! Ehehehe…
I settled in comfortably as she positioned me and let me latch on. My tiny baby hand—ahem, yes, baby hand—started fondling her breast while I drank.
Finally, my second mama's milk… well, or the lack thereof. It didn't matter. This was bliss.
"Slowly, young master," Meira said softly, brushing her fingers through my hair. "Don't rush."
I savored the moment, glancing sideways to see Miss Liana still seated nearby, her expression unreadable as she watched.
Oh? Feeling jealous, are we, Miss High-and-Mighty Elf?
Serves you right. Next time 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.
A familiar voice chimed in from behind us.
"Oh! So you're allowed to breastfeed him?"
I froze mid-suckle.
Turning slightly, I caught sight of a looming figure.
Marita. The slobbering Kiss Demon.
Ekkk! Not her! Anyone but her!
She approached with her usual exaggerated cheer, her pudgy hands already reaching out. "Young master is so adorable!"
Stay away! Don't you dare! I gripped Meira tightly.
Meira looked flustered but kept her composure. "Marita, please. He's feeding."
"But I haven't held him today," Marita pouted. "And he's just too cute."
Liana stood and crossed her arms, glaring at Marita. "Marita."
Marita pouted but stepped back. "Fine. But I'll hold him later!"
Hah!? No way! Over my dead body!!
After Marita left, I relaxed into Meira's arms.
"There, there," she soothed, stroking my head. "All better now, young master?"
Better? Yes. But one day, I'll make sure that kissing demon stays far away.
Nestled comfortably, my thoughts drifted to someone I hadn't seen in a while.
Lithia, where are you? Eheheh. You can be my third mama. Dark elves are rare.
I craned my tiny head, looking around the room. No pointy ears, no dark complexion. Just Meira's warm smile and Liana's serious gaze.
Meira noticed my fidgeting. "What's wrong, young master? Uncomfortable?"
Uncomfortable? No, I'm on a mission!
I squirmed in her arms, trying to peer over her shoulder.
Liana raised an eyebrow. "He's restless. Perhaps he's looking for someone?"
Meira laughed, bouncing me gently. "Young master, are you searching for Madam Francesca? Or Lord Garius?"
Ha!? As if! No offense to my goddess of a mother or that dried plum of a father, but I have someone else in mind.
"Maybe he's looking for Lithia," Liana added casually, sipping her tea.
My tiny eyes lit up.
Yes! Someone gets me! Where is she, Miss Liana? Now stop drinking tea and take me to her!
"Oh, Lithia?" Meira said, her ears twitching. "I believe she's in the garden. She mentioned tending the roses this morning."
The garden? Great, let's go!
I waved my arms excitedly.
"Look at him," Meira giggled. "He really does seem to want Lithia."
Liana set her cup down with a soft sigh. "You indulge him too much. Very well."
As Meira carried me outside, I kept my triumph inward.
Lithia, here I come.
And there she was, among the rose bushes, kneeling in the soft earth. Sunlight traced the warm dusk of her skin and caught in the silk of her dark hair, which swayed like a breath of moonlit thread. She hummed softly, her fingers gentle on the petals.
Oh, Lithia. You're even more beautiful than I remembered.
"Lithia," Meira called, walking closer. "Look who's here."
Lithia turned, her golden eyes meeting mine. A small smile graced her lips. "Young master. You look happy."
Happy? Of course! I found you, my dark elf goddess.
"Would you like to hold him?" Meira offered.
Lithia tilted her head. "Okay~"
"There we go," she said, adjusting me. "Comfortable, young master?"
Comfortable? I'm in heaven!
I reached out, tugging at the fabric of her uniform. Lithia raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. "Oh dear. He's just like last time."
Meira covered her mouth, laughing. "Madam did say he's been… curious."
Liana crossed her arms, smirking. "Curious is an understatement."
Lithia looked down, eyes amused. "Well, young master. I suppose I can humor you."
She began to undo the top of her uniform, fabric sliding to reveal flawless dark skin. Victory was close.
Uoohhh!!! Yessss!!! Yes! Dark elf milk… well, not yet, but still!
My anticipation was ruined the moment a familiar voice rang out behind us.
"Good morning."
Lithia's hands froze. She straightened her uniform. "Good morning, madam."
Gihhh!!! Just a little bit more and I could've seen her breasts!
Meira bowed slightly beside her. "Good morning, Madam Francesca."
Francesca?! Again?! Mama, go enjoy yourself with that dried plum! Let me have my moment! I squirmed in protest.
Francesca approached, her radiant smile lighting up the garden. "Javier, my little honeybun, did you miss me?"
Miss you? You just fed me this morning! Let me enjoy my new mamas in peace!
She reached out to take me from Lithia. "Thank you for watching him."
Lithia handed me over slowly, ignoring my squirming protest.
No, Lithia, don't let go! Don't give me back! Ugh, this is betrayal!
Francesca cuddled me close. I turned toward Lithia, arms reaching out. Lithia! Come back! This isn't over. I will taste your milk one day.
"He really likes you, Lithia," Francesca said.
Lithia smiled politely, amusement in her gaze. "He's very attached."
"Of course he is." Francesca sounded proud. "He's a smart boy. He knows quality."
Smart boy? More like desperate baby. I know quality when I see it.
With a playful kiss on my cheek, Francesca turned toward the mansion. "Come on, Javier. Let's have breakfast with your papa."
Papa?! The dried plum? No! Send me back to my dark elf goddess and catfolk angel!
I groaned internally, resigned to my fate.