Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 29: Entering the bathroom

Chapter 29: Entering the bathroom

"Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing his nose with exaggerated flair.

A faint red mark bloomed across his cheek, though the sting was more to his pride than his skin.

Syrla’s grin widened, her eyes glinting with triumph. "Next time, don’t mess with a telekinetic," she teased, her voice lilting with smug satisfaction.

She propped herself up on her elbows, her slim frame relaxed but radiating a quiet confidence.

"Oh yeah?" Alex shot back, undeterred.

With a sudden burst of energy, he lunged at her, his body a blur of motion.

He landed atop her, pinning her down to the couch with his weight.

The cushions sank beneath them, creaking faintly under the strain.

Syrla squirmed beneath him, her hands pushing against his chest as she tried to wrestle him off.

Her efforts were fierce but futile, his solid frame was too much for her to budge.

"Get off!" she huffed, her voice a mix of frustration and laughter as she twisted beneath him.

Her nails grazed his shoulders, leaving faint pink lines, but Alex only grinned wider, holding her wrists gently but firmly.

For a moment, their struggle was a tangle of limbs and breathless chuckles, the air charged with playful tension.

Eventually, Syrla’s resistance waned.

She stopped pushing and went slack, her body sinking into the couch as she let out an exaggerated sigh.

Her chest heaved slightly, her breaths still quick from the exertion, and she fixed him with a mock pout.

"Giving up so soon?" Alex teased, his tone dripping with mock disappointment.

He shifted his weight, easing off just enough to let her breathe but keeping her pinned beneath his gaze.

His hazel eyes danced with amusement, daring her to try again.

Syrla didn’t reply immediately.

Then, with a sudden surge of strength that caught him off guard, she kicked upward, her legs flexing with surprising power.

The move sent Alex tumbling off her, his balance lost in the blink of an eye.

He hit the floor with a muffled thud, landing on his side as the breath whooshed out of him.

The hardwood was cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of their earlier closeness.

Syrla burst into laughter, the sound bright and unrestrained.

She rolled onto her side, clutching her stomach as she watched him sprawl on the ground.

Her hair, tousled and wild, framed her face like a dark halo, and her eyes sparkled with glee. "That’s what you get!" she managed between giggles, her voice light with victory.

Alex hissed, rubbing his sore side as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. "You’re lucky my ability is inflicting," he mumbled, his tone a mix of mock bitterness and grudging admiration.

He brushed a hand through his disheveled hair, wincing slightly as he tested his bruised ribs.

The fall had stung, but her laughter made it worth it.

"Oh yeah?" Syrla teased, rising to her feet with a fluid grace that belied her earlier exhaustion.

Her slim, toned legs flexed as she stood, the long lines of muscle catching the soft light filtering through the room.

The maroon dress, still bunched around her hips, slid down slightly, hinting at the curve of her pelvis.

Alex’s eyes traced her form, following the contours upward, his gaze lingering with unabashed appreciation.

"Get up from the ground and stop staring," she said, her voice playful but firm.

She stepped past him, brushing his shoulder lightly as she reached for her gown draped over the arm of the couch.

The fabric was a deep emerald green, soft and flowing, and she slipped it over her shoulders with a casual elegance.

The gown settled around her, accentuating her lithe frame, though it did little to hide the flush still coloring her skin.

Alex scoffed, hauling himself to his feet with a theatrical groan. "I have half a mind to bend you over once again," he said, his tone gruff but laced with a smirk.

He bent down to scoop up his scattered clothes, his shirt, still damp from earlier, and his pants crumpled in a heap.

He clutched them to his chest, casting her a sidelong glance as he started toward the stairs.

"Why aren’t you doing it then?" Syrla asked, her voice lazy and languid, dripping with a teasing drawl as she glanced back at him from the top of the stairs.

Her emerald gown swayed slightly with her movements, the fabric catching the faint light spilling from the hallway.

"We need to shower," Alex replied, his tone practical but edged with a smirk.

He climbed the last step, closing the distance between them, his clothes still bundled haphazardly in his arms.

Syrla turned fully to face him, a slow, mischievous smile curling her lips. "Why not both?" she purred, her golden eyes glinting with suggestion.

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and she tilted her head slightly, waiting for his reaction.

It took a beat for Alex to process her meaning, his brows lifting as realization dawned.

Then a grin broke across his face, wide and wicked. "You naughty girl," he teased, stepping closer.

Before she could respond, he delivered a sharp smack to her butt, the sound ringing out in the quiet house.

Syrla jerked forward with a gasp, her body tensing from the sudden sting.

"Stop doing that!" she whined, spinning to glare at him.

Her eyes narrowed into daggers, but the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her indignation, hinting at a flicker of amusement beneath the surface.

Alex said nothing, his smirk only deepening as he closed the gap between them.

He slid his arm around her waist, his hand warm and possessive against her skin.

With a gentle but firm tug, he guided her down the hallway toward his temporary room.

Syrla didn’t resist, her steps falling in sync with his, though she cast him a sidelong glance that promised retribution later.

They entered the room, a large space with a bed pushed against one wall and a small ensuite bathroom tucked in the corner.

The air carried a faint scent of cedar from the wooden floorboards, mingling with the lingering musk of their earlier exertions.