Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 106: Kissing Professor Sylune

Chapter 106: Kissing Professor Sylune

Alex tilted his head, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leaned slightly closer to Velenda. "How’d you even hear about it so fast?" he asked, his tone teasing, as if daring her to reveal some grand secret.

Velenda’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and she straightened, her chest puffing out as a beaming smile lit up her face. "I know everything that goes on in this school," she declared, her voice ringing with pride, each word dripping with the satisfaction of someone who thrived on being in the know.

"Nothing slips past me, Alex. Not a single whisper."

Alex let out a warm laugh, the sound rolling easily from his throat as he matched her grin. "Fair enough," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Good to know I’ve got a master spy watching my back."

Velenda’s expression softened, her fierce demeanor giving way to a gentler warmth.

She reached out, giving his shoulder a careful nudge, her fingers light to avoid his healing arm. "You’ve had a rough week, Alex. All this chaos swirling around you, it’s too much." Her voice took on a softer edge, laced with genuine concern. "Why don’t you come by my place this evening? It’ll be a chance to unwind, get your mind off all the stress that’s been plaguing you. Just some good food, maybe a few laughs."

The invitation caught him by surprise, but her sincerity tugged at him, and he nodded, a appreciative smile curving his lips. "Yeah, that sounds really nice," he said, his tone warm.

"Thanks, Velenda. I could use a break."

She gave a firm nod, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Good. I’ll expect you later, then. And stay out of trouble until then, okay?"

She flashed a final, playful wave before turning, her determined stride carving a path through the bustling crowd of students, her presence as commanding as ever.

***

Throughout his morning classes, Alex’s mind wandered, circling back to Professor Sylune and the system’s audacious quest.

Her image lingered vividly, those flowing emerald robes, the soft flush of her cheeks when he’d complimented her, the way her smile had wavered between warmth and caution.

Each memory stirred a mix of excitement and calculation, his thoughts weaving through possibilities.

He knew the quest was a long shot, but he was determined to see it through.

The key, he decided, was to push his luck, leaning on the charm he knew worked in his favor. His eyes could charm people, and he planned to test just how much they could sway her.

When the bell rang for break, Alex didn’t hesitate. He slipped out of his classroom and headed straight for Professor Sylune’s room, his heart racing with anticipation.

The halls were alive with students, their voices a chaotic hum, but he moved with purpose, his steps quick and sure.

Reaching her door, he pushed it open without a pause, peering inside. She was alone, standing at her desk, her hands sorting through a neat stack of scrolls, her posture relaxed but focused.

Her head lifted at the creak of the door, her expression shifting to surprise as she saw him.

"Alex?" Professor Sylune said, her voice tinged with curiosity, a faint smile playing at her lips. "Back so soon? Are you lost again?" The question carried a playful lilt, as if she suspected he was up to something but wasn’t entirely sure what.

Alex stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click, his grin easy as he crossed the room. "No, not lost this time," he said, his voice smooth, carrying a warmth that invited her to listen.

He stopped a few feet from her desk, meeting her gaze with a steady intensity, letting his eyes linger on hers. "I came because... I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first day I saw you."

Her brows lifted, her smile faltering into something more guarded, though her eyes held a flicker of intrigue. "Oh?" she said, her tone careful but not dismissive.

She set down the scroll she’d been holding, her hands resting lightly on the desk, fingers brushing the edge of the wood.

Alex pressed forward, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate cadence, each word chosen with care. "You’re incredibly attractive, Professor. You draw my attention, always. It’s like I can’t look away." He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering, watching for any shift in her expression, any sign he was getting through.

Professor Sylune’s cheeks flushed, a soft pink that mirrored her reaction from that morning. "Thank you, Alex," she said, her voice soft but with a firm edge, as if drawing a line. "That’s very flattering, but"

Before she could finish, Alex decided to push further, his pulse quickening as he leaned into the moment. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, the words bold and direct, his eyes locked on hers, searching for a crack in her resolve.

Her expression shifted, surprise giving way to a frown, her posture stiffening. "Alex, that’s not appropriate," she said, her tone sharpening, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "I’m your teacher, and you’re a student. That kind of request is... wrong. You know that."

Alex took another step, closing the distance between them, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I know," he said, his tone low and earnest. "But I really want you." He reached out, his hands moving to wrap around her waist, his touch gentle but deliberate, testing the waters.

At first, Professor Sylune stiffened, her hands rising to push him away, her expression a mix of shock and resistance. "Alex, no," she said, her voice firm, her palms pressing against his chest.

But as his hands settled lightly on her waist, her resistance seemed to falter, her arms relaxing just enough to let him hold her. Her breath caught, a fleeting moment of hesitation, and he seized it.

He leaned in, kissing her, his lips pressing against hers with a careful urgency, the warmth of her breath mingling with his.

The moment was electric, her softness pulling him in, and he let his instincts guide him.

His hands slid upward, brushing against her chest, fondling her breasts through the fabric of her robes.

A soft moan escaped her lips, low and unguarded, but it was cut short as she abruptly pushed him away, her hands firm against his shoulders, her strength surprising him.