Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 75: Entering the room

Chapter 75: Entering the room

A bold idea flared in his chest, his confidence surging, his charm kicking into gear. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper, his breath brushing her ear, sending a shiver through the air. "We’re all alone now," he murmured, his hazel eyes locking onto hers, a teasing glint dancing in their depths.

"Know what that means?"

Inolda’s scoff cut through the evening air, sharp and dismissive, her pink curls bouncing as she leaned against the crystal gate of Elaris Hold, her bold eyes glinting with a defiance that dared Alex to push further.

The botanical garden hummed softly around them, vibrant blooms winking with firefly-like glows, their petals shimmering in the violet dusk, the glass-leaved tree casting faint sparkles across the mossy ground.

The gate’s metallic hum had faded, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the distant clatter of settling poultry, but Alex’s ears, sharpened by the moment’s intensity, picked up the quickening thrum of her heartbeat, a rapid pulse betraying the indifference she projected.

His smirk stretched a little wider, curling with confidence and something wicked just beneath the surface.

His red eyes locked onto hers with unflinching intensity, glowing like embers in the dark, sharp and unrelenting.

There was a teasing glint in them, like he knew exactly what effect he had on her and enjoyed every second of it. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, closing the space between them. The air seemed to hum with tension.

When he spoke, his voice was low and smooth, laced with amusement and challenge.

"You’re putting up a front, Inolda," he said, his tone laced with confidence, each word a gentle prod. "Your body’s telling a different story."

Inolda’s nostrils flared, her cheeks flushing faintly as she straightened, her vibrant tunic catching the garden’s glow, her posture radiating a fiery resistance.

"You’re crazy," she snapped, her voice sharp but with a tremor that hinted at cracks in her armor. "My body’s not betraying anything."

Her bold eyes held his, unyielding, but the quick rise and fall of her chest, the subtle hitch in her breath, told Alex she was fighting more than just his words, her defiance a shield against the spark flickering between them.

Alex tilted his head, his smirk deepening, his confidence surging as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky murmur heavy with innuendo.

"So you really don’t want to come to my room right now?" he asked, his hazel eyes searching hers, a playful challenge woven into each syllable.

"Maybe... check it out?" The phrase dripped with suggestion, his grin widening as he watched her reaction, the air thickening with unspoken possibilities in the quiet compound.

Inolda’s nostrils flared again, her head shaking vehemently, her pink curls swaying as she crossed her arms, her voice firm but strained.

"I don’t," she said, her tone clipped, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and something softer, a flicker of temptation she refused to acknowledge.

Her heartbeat thudded louder, a rhythm Alex could almost feel, and he laughed, the sound bright and unrestrained, his confidence unshaken by her resistance.

"Fine," he said, his voice teasing as he reached out, his fingers closing gently around her arm, pulling her forward with a playful tug.

"Then come and not check out my room." His grin was infectious, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief as he led her toward the house, the garden’s earthy scent, crushed petals, damp moss, and her faint floral perfume, trailing them like a whisper.

Inolda huffed, her resistance softening into reluctant amusement, her steps falling into sync with his as they crossed the threshold, the warm glow of Elaris Hold’s interior enveloping them.

The house’s hallways were a cozy contrast to the garden’s wild beauty, their cream-colored walls adorned with carved figurines and vibrant paintings, the air carrying the lingering scent of roasted herbs from the morning’s meal.

The wooden floor creaked softly under their boots, the silence amplifying the electric tension between them.

As they walked, Alex’s hand slid downward, his fingers brushing the curve of Inolda’s hip before settling on her butt, kneading it softly with a deliberate, teasing touch.

The sensation sent a jolt through him, his rod stirring, a tightening warmth spreading as his pulse quickened, his confidence emboldened by her proximity.

A sharp chime rang in his mind, the system’s notification came:

[Your lust is growing.]

The warning jolted him, but he pushed it aside, his smirk unwavering as his hand ventured further, sliding between the curve of her ass, his fingers grazing closer to her cave, testing the boundaries of her resistance.

Inolda let out an involuntary moan, a soft, breathless sound that escaped before she could stop it, her body tensing as she swatted his hand away, her cheeks blazing.

"Alex!" she hissed, her voice a mix of exasperation and flustered heat, her bold eyes flashing with a warning that only made him chuckle, the sound low and amused, his confidence unshaken by her swat.

They reached his room, the door a simple wooden panel carved with subtle vines, its surface warm under his touch as he pushed it open, revealing a modest space bathed in the soft glow of a single lantern.

The bed was neatly made, pillows fluffed, the teddy bear from Griesla and Jusin perched awkwardly atop it, a touch of warmth in the otherwise sparse room.

A desk stood against one wall, scattered with parchments, the air carrying a faint scent of ink and polished wood.

Alex stepped aside, gesturing grandly for Inolda to enter, his voice rich with playful formality. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, his hazel eyes meeting hers, a teasing glint dancing in their depths as he savored the moment.

Inolda hesitated, her pink curls catching the lantern light, her bold eyes narrowing as she stepped inside, her posture stiff but her heartbeat still racing, a rhythm that echoed in the quiet room.

Alex followed, his smirk widening as he closed the door behind them.

Alex sauntered to the bed, sprawling across the neatly made covers with a casual ease, his hazel eyes glinting as he propped himself on one elbow, watching Inolda explore the room.