Reborn As Noble - Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Three Souls, One Secret ( 570 )
Just as Marcellus was starting to settle down, feeling awkward between a smug Lithia and a flustered, breathless Harny underneath him.

Lithia’s sharp voice cut in.

“Now, how long are you going to stay connected with her?” she asked sharply.

Her words hit like a lightning bolt.

“P-Pardon?” Marcellus froze, his eyes wide in surprise.

“Pull out already!” Lithia scolded, puffing her cheeks. “You’re still inside my mom, you beast!”

“Wha—?!” Marcellus flinched, only now realizing what she meant.

Harny let out a quiet squeak beneath him, hiding her face with her hands, her whole body blushing with embarrassment.

“I—I was just—” Marcellus quickly panicked, trying to pull back gently without making things worse.

“No excuses!” Lithia snapped. “You finished, didn’t you?! Then pull out!”

“R-Right!!”

He quickly and awkwardly pulled away.

Lithia, arms crossed, sighed.

My goodness. Men really are simple creatures.

Harny whimpered under the covers, her voice muffled. “…Lithiaaa…”

“Oh hush, Mom. You were moaning louder than I expected,” Lithia teased.

“Lithia!!” came Harny’s muffled cry.

Marcellus flopped onto the bed beside them, covering his face with his hands.

“…Please let me die,” he muttered.

“Nope,” Lithia said cheerfully. “You’re ours now.”

“Now, Master Marcellus,” Lithia added, standing beside the bed with a folded towel in her arms and a suspicious smile on her face. “You’ve already had your time with her…”

She dramatically draped the towel over his chest.

“Go take a shower.”

Marcellus blinked. “R-Right…”

“And Mom~,” Lithia said in that playful, sing-song tone, one hand on her hip as she turned toward the pile of embarrassment bundled beneath the blanket, “you’re next.”

Harny peeked out, blinking. “…Okay…”

“But no sneaking in,” Lithia added, narrowing her eyes.

“Mm…” Harny nodded.

Marcellus swung his legs off the bed, clutching the towel, his mind spinning as he tried not to overthink how wild this morning had been.

“What are you waiting for, Master?” Lithia teased with a slight grin, raising an eyebrow.

Marcellus looked up.

“Don’t tell me… you want a second round already?”

“Ah—! I—!” Marcellus flailed with the towel and quickly stood up. “I’m going!”

He stumbled toward the shower room.

Lithia watched him go with a gentle smile and her arms crossed.

Next to her, Harny let out a soft sigh.

“Lithia…”

“Mm?”

“Are you really okay with this?”

Lithia looked toward the hallway where Marcellus had disappeared, then smiled softly. “He’s already part of the family now. Yours. Mine. So yeah… I’m okay with it.”

She turned and stepped closer to the bed, wrapping her arms gently around Harny.

“Mom…” she whispered. “You don’t need to marry anyone else now, okay?”

Harny blinked, caught off guard by her tenderness.

“You kept your promise,” Lithia continued softly but firmly. “And I kept mine.”

She rested her head gently against her mother’s shoulder.

“We now share the same man… and he’s not someone who just looks at girls for fun. He’s not like those dark elf nobles or selfish humans.”

Harny’s arms slowly came up, hugging her daughter in return. She pulled Lithia close, her smile soft and filled with deep affection.

“Lithia…”

“I mean it,” Lithia mumbled into her shoulder. “Don’t even joke about remarrying, okay?”

“…Okay,” Harny whispered, her voice trembling just a little.

They stayed like that, two women connected not just by blood, but now by love , and by the same man who had unknowingly tied them together forever.

A quiet, peaceful moment passed between them. Then Harny gently pat her daughter’s back.

“…So, who gets to sleep in the middle tonight?”

“Marcellus,” Lithia replied immediately with a small smile. “After all… he’s our man now.”

“Mmm~,” Harny hummed in agreement, her tone playful but content.

Just as she reached to grab the nearby robe to cover herself, Lithia leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper—warm and full of secret mischief.

“Let me tell you something, Mom,” she whispered.

Harny blinked. “Hmm? What is it?”

Lithia glanced toward the hallway, where Marcellus had just disappeared, then grinned.

“Master Marcellus never gets enough with just one round.”

Harny froze, her eyes widening. “W-What?”

“Mmhm,” Lithia nodded slowly, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. “We usually go four or five rounds. And even then… he still wants more as soon as he gets the chance.”

“F-Four or five—?!”

Harny’s face turned bright crimson in an instant. “L-Lithia!”

Lithia giggled. “Told you~ He may look quiet and serious, but when it comes to that… mm~ he’s surprisingly wild.”

“I still remember one time… he was like a starving wolf. Didn’t even let me walk for a while.”

Harny blushed even deeper.

“Only reason he stopped,” Lithia added, “was because Young Master Javier came knocking on the door, laughing like a maniac and yelling something about ‘I heard noises!'”

“Oh my goodness…” Harny covered her mouth, eyes wide with surprise.

“Yep,” Lithia said with a satisfied sigh. “Lucky for me. If not, I think I would’ve passed out from exhaustion.”

The two looked at each other and giggled.

Lithia leaned back slightly, her arms still wrapped around her mother, a mischievous glint shining in her black eyes.

“So… Mom~,” she whispered sweetly.

Harny blinked, catching her tone. “Hmm?”

Lithia grinned and leaned in close, her lips just brushing past her mother’s ear.

“Be prepared~.”

Harny stiffened. “F-For what?”

Lithia tilted her head with a sly smile. “For what happens when we both sleep beside him tonight. Because if Master Marcellus wakes up feeling… affectionate…”

She let the implication hang in the air like warm fog.

Harny’s cheeks flushed again. “L-Lithia…!”

Lithia giggled, pulling her mother into a tighter hug. “It’s your turn to find out how relentless he can be when he’s in the mood.”

“I—I don’t know if I can handle that again…”

“You’ll be fine,” Lithia said with a teasing wink.

Harny let out a soft, helpless laugh, brushing her fingers through her daughter’s hair.

“…You’re really serious about sharing him, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mom~,” Lithia replied.

“He’s gentle… but when he gets going, you’ll see what I mean. So…” She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with playful warning. “Don’t tease him too much… unless you’re really ready.”

Harny tried to hide her face again, clearly overwhelmed. “Oh no…”

Lithia leaned back with a victorious grin. “Welcome to my world, Mom.”

Then she turned and casually headed toward the kitchen, as if nothing had happened, leaving Harny frozen in place.

Inside Harny’s mind…

What… have I gotten myself into?

She remained sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on her lap, feeling the warmth of Lithia’s words still echo inside her. The room had gone quiet again, but her thoughts… weren’t.

He doesn’t stop at just one round…?

Her cheeks flared up again. The sensation of Marcellus’s touch still clung to her skin—every gentle breath, every trembling whisper, still vivid in her memory.

Four or five rounds…?

She wasn’t exaggerating, was she?

She placed a hand over her chest, trying to steady her pounding heart.

Then a new question crept unbidden into her mind—dangerous, frightening.

Will he…

take both of us?

At the same time?

The image was hazy, forbidden… but vividly real. Two women who looked identical, side by side. His hands… his lips… so hard to tell who was who…

Her body shivered slightly—not from fear, but from an anticipation she didn’t want to admit.

Lithia said she was okay… she’s the one who pulled me into this.

She accepted it. Welcomed it, even.

But… can I really keep up?

She smiled faintly, brushing a lock of black hair behind her ear.

I’m still young, after all.

She slowly stood up, glancing toward the direction of the shower where the water was starting to run.

“…Be prepared,” she whispered to herself, echoing Lithia’s words.

And for the first time in years, her heart wasn’t pounding out of duty or fear—but from something thrilling. Something she thought she would have buried long ago.

( End Of Chapter )