Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 67: Wait behind

Chapter 67: Wait behind

The classroom door swung shut behind Alex, the faint hum of Starhaven Academy’s bustling halls fading as he stepped into a smaller, sunlit space.

The high windows stretched nearly to the ceiling, flooding the room with warm, golden light that pooled across the rows of polished wooden desks.

The wood gleamed under the sunlight, rich and dark, and if you looked closely, you could see faint patterns carved into the surface, delicate elven runes that shimmered with a soft, otherworldly glow.

They pulsed gently, like the desks themselves were breathing, giving the whole room a feeling of quiet magic woven into every corner.

The air carried a crisp scent of parchment and herbs, a stark contrast to the charged tension of the assembly hall.

Alex’s green tunic felt snug, the Elaris crest glinting on his chest, his blonde hair catching the light as he scanned the room.

The students were already in their seats when he stepped in, a sea of uniforms and shimmering crests catching the light like little sparks.

Conversations faded into a low murmur, then slipped into silence altogether, as heads turned and eyes locked onto him.

There was a kind of charged stillness in the air, the kind that made the tiny, involuntary sounds, the scrape of a chair, the soft rustle of fabric, seem painfully loud

His confidence flared, but Vaelen’s "sorry newbie" taunt still stung, a splinter in his mind.

At the front stood the teacher, and Alex’s breath caught, his eyes widening before he quickly masked his reaction.

She was a vision, busty, curvaceous, with a mature allure that hit like a tidal wave.

Her elven gown, a deep indigo, hugged her full figure, the neckline modest but unable to conceal her ample chest, which strained faintly against the fabric.

Her auburn hair cascaded in loose waves, framing a face with high cheekbones and lips painted a subtle rose, her eyes a warm amber that sparkled with authority and something softer.

She exuded a milf-like charm, her presence both commanding and magnetic, and Alex felt a primal tug, his pulse quickening before he snapped his composure back into place, his smirk sliding on like armor.

"You’re the new student, right?" she asked, her voice smooth and rich, like honey over steel.

She stepped closer, her amber eyes locking onto his, and Alex nodded, his throat tightening as their gazes held.

Her stare lingered, intense, and he saw her pupils dilate, a flush creeping up her neck as she shifted uncomfortably, her curves swaying slightly.

The air between them crackled, her arousal palpable, and Alex’s confidence surged, he knew that look.

She blinked, breaking the trance with a small shake of her head, and cleared her throat. "Take any empty chair you see," she said, her tone brisk now, though a faint tremor betrayed her.

Alex scanned the room, spotting a vacant desk between two students. He slid into the chair, his smirk widening at the contrast beside him.

To his left, a girl with delicate, almost fragile features sat stiffly, her pale blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face.

She kept sneaking glances at him from beneath her lashes, quick and nervous, like she couldn’t help herself.

Every time their eyes accidentally met, a flush of pink bloomed across her cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

She would immediately look away, fumbling with the hem of her sleeve or pretending to focus on something else.

Her crest gleamed faintly, her hands fidgeting with a quill, her blush a clear sign she was swooning over his presence.

To his right, a guy with cropped brown hair and a permanent frown glared ahead, his jaw tight, as if Alex’s very existence offended him.

His crest was duller, his posture rigid, radiating resentment.

Alex’s smirk deepened, amused by the stark divide, one enraptured, the other repelled, his charm a lightning rod for both.

The teacher, Professor Sylune, began her lesson, her voice steadying as she paced before a chalkboard scrawled with elven script.

"Today, we discuss ethics," she said, her curves shifting under her gown as she gestured, each movement fluid yet deliberate.

"Elven obligations, acts not mandated but upheld by our kind out of honor." She spoke of communal aid, truth-telling, and respect for nature, her words painting a world of unspoken duties.

Her hands moved expressively, the light catching her auburn hair, and Alex found his focus slipping, his eyes tracing the generous swell of her chest, the curve of her hips, the way her gown clung to her thighs.

His mind wandered, vivid and unbidden, imagining her pressed against him, her lips parted, his hands exploring those curves, peeling away that indigo fabric to reveal the softness beneath.

If he had the chance, he’d savor every inch, his fingers teasing, his mouth claiming, her moans echoing in some hidden corner of the academy.

He knew he had a chance. That look in her eyes earlier, the way she’d flushed, shifted, caught in his gaze, told him she felt it too.

His rod stirred, a tightening in his trousers, and he shifted in his seat, trying to focus.

A sharp chime rang in his mind, the system’s blinked to life:

[Your lust is growing.]

The notification jolted him, his cheeks warming as he forced his thoughts away, picturing the cold bath from that morning, the elven obligations, anything to quell the erection threatening to betray him.

He exhaled, slow and controlled, his rod softening as he refocused on Sylune’s voice, though her curves still danced at the edge of his vision.

The shy girl glanced over again, her blush deepening, and Alex shot her a quick smirk, making her duck her head, flustered.

The frowning guy snorted softly, his scowl darkening, and Alex’s amusement grew, some things never changed, no matter the world.

Sylune’s lesson continued, her voice weaving through the obligations, but the hour passed in a blur, the bell’s chime signaling the end of class.

Students rose, desks scraping, their chatter swelling as they filed out, crests glinting in the sunlight.

Sylune’s voice cut through. "Alex, wait behind, please."

Her tone was calm, professional, but her amber eyes flicked to him, a spark of something unreadable in their depths.