Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 55: I have a certain effect on women

Chapter 55: I have a certain effect on women

Her breath was shallow, caught in a delicate balance of uncertainty and desire, her body instinctively leaning closer to him, drawn by an invisible force she couldn’t fully understand or control.

But just before their lips met, Alex stopped, a hair’s breadth away, his breath mingling with hers in the quiet space between them.

His smirk deepened, his gaze flickering with mischief and an unmistakable challenge.

He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the palpable tension that had been building between them for what felt like an eternity.

The moment hung on the edge of a knife, one word away from tipping into something far more dangerous, far more real.

"How’s this for direct?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.

His eyes never left hers, intense and unwavering, a silent dare in them that made her pulse quicken.

Inolda’s expression flickered for just a moment, an almost imperceptible flash of vulnerability that cracked through her usual veneer.

Her eyes, which had been sharp and guarded, softened for the briefest instant, revealing something raw and unguarded.

It was gone before Alex could fully process it, quickly masked behind the familiar coolness she wore like armor.

Without warning, she shoved him back with a force that surprised him, her palms pressing firmly against his chest

Her breath was steadying, but there was an edge to her movement, a mix of irritation and something else he couldn’t quite place.

"You’re a tease," she snapped, the words biting, her voice a little too harsh, but even as she spoke, there was something else in the way her hands lingered on his chest a moment longer than necessary.

Alex’s grin never wavered, even as the tension between them thickened, his confidence unshaken by the fleeting change in her demeanor.

His hands slipped into his pockets casually, his stance wide and relaxed, as if the storm in the air meant nothing to him.

"Don’t get me wrong," he said, his voice carrying a certain low, velvety quality, as if savoring each syllable.

He took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers, the unspoken challenge still lingering between them.

His gaze was steady, even, a quiet storm that matched the one brewing in the space between them.

He knew he had her attention now, knew the weight of his words would settle on her like a slow burn.

"I want to kiss you as bad as you want me," he continued, his tone playful but laced with a layer of something deeper, something that made his words hang in the air like a deliciously dangerous promise.

He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in, his eyes tracing her every movement, watching the subtle shift in her expression.

Then, with a subtle but deliberate gesture, he stepped back, creating just enough space between them

"But," he added, his voice softening just a fraction, as if revealing a secret, "Jusin and Griesla are still in the house."

Inolda crossed her arms over her chest, her stance shifting into something more guarded, more defiant.

Her brow furrowed slightly, a subtle crease forming between her eyes as she studied him with a piercing gaze, her lips curling into the faintest of smirks.

Her posture was one of calculated indifference, but beneath the surface, the tension was palpable.

She leaned back just a fraction, narrowing her eyes as though assessing the truth in his words. "How do you know I want to kiss you?" she asked, her voice a mixture of dry amusement and sharpened skepticism.

The words dripped from her mouth like poison on a blade, biting at the edges of their previous exchange.

He smirked again, his confidence practically radiating from him, a quiet, self-assured energy that seemed to fill the space between them.

The corners of his mouth tugged upwards, an expression that was half-challenging, half-amused. "I have a certain effect on women," he said, his voice smooth, dripping with smugness yet playful in tone, as though the statement itself was an open dare, one he knew she’d either accept or challenge.

His eyes locked onto hers, daring her to deny it, daring her to break his unspoken boast.

Inolda’s response was swift, almost instinctual.

She rolled her eyes dramatically, the motion exaggerated and sharp, as if his words were too much to bear.

It was a perfect display of her usual indifference, a defense mechanism crafted through years of dealing with unwanted attention. "You have no effect on me," she deadpanned, her tone flat, each word clipped and precise, as if to make it clear that she wasn’t one of those women who would fall for his charm.

Yet, even as the words left her lips, there was a subtle shift in her body language, her stance, though still defiant, softened imperceptibly.

Her shoulders eased, and her arms, which had been crossed tightly across her chest in a protective gesture, loosened just enough to reveal a hint of vulnerability.

It was a slight movement, barely noticeable, but it betrayed the hard-edged bluff she’d tried to maintain.

Something about his unrelenting confidence, that unwavering gaze, seemed to chip away at her own carefully constructed walls.

"True?" Alex pressed, his voice quieter now, as though the challenge had shifted into something more sincere.

He took a step closer, the space between them narrowing once more.

His smirk faded, replaced by something warmer, something more genuine, yet still carrying the same spark of mischief.

The air between them thickened with a palpable tension, the kind that had been building ever since their playful banter had begun.

This time, he didn’t hesitate. There was no teasing, no holding back.

He leaned in, his lips brushing hers softly at first, the contact light and almost hesitant, as if testing the waters.

But the moment her breath hitched in response, he deepened the kiss, the slow, deliberate pressure of his lips against hers turning more earnest, more consuming.

His hand moved to her waist, guiding her a fraction closer, his other hand resting gently on her cheek as though he couldn’t bear the distance any longer.