Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 94: In the janitor’s closet

Chapter 94: In the janitor’s closet

Alex strode through the sunlit corridor of Starhaven Academy, his red eyes scanning the bustling hall, the chemistry class with Ariel still lingering in his mind.

Her shy blush and flustered reactions had sparked a quiet confidence in him, a warmth that carried him through the crowd.

Students swirled around, their tunics flashing under the crystal panels’ prismatic light, their voices a lively hum, the air warm with the scent of parchment and faint, floral elixirs.

His thoughts drifted to Ariel’s soft smile, but a radiant beam snapped him out of it, pulling his focus across the corridor.

Velenda stood there, her raven-black hair shimmering like polished obsidian, waving enthusiastically, her emerald eyes sparkling with a magnetic energy that turned heads.

Her turquoise tunic hugged her curves, her supermodel beauty a beacon, her dazzling smile drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

Alex’s lips curved into a grin, his steps quickening as he wove through the crowd, the corridor’s bustle fading into a distant pulse.

Velenda’s presence was a gravitational pull, her warmth cutting through the academy’s chaos.

"Hey, you," she greeted, her voice chirpy, brimming with a playful warmth that made his chest lighten.

She closed the distance, her arms opening, and enveloped him in a hug, her floral perfume wrapping around him like a soft cloud.

Her body was warm, soft against his, the hall’s hum retreating as he savored the moment, his confidence steady, a quiet thrill running through him at her closeness.

Instinctively, Alex’s hands slid lower, cupping her butt, the soft, bouncy feel surprising him, sending a spark of heat through his veins.

His grin widened, the sensation bold and unexpected.

Velenda stiffened for a split second, a flicker of surprise crossing her flawless face, but her smile returned, sly and teasing, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement.

"Naughty," she murmured, her voice low, playful, her body relaxing into the embrace, her raven hair brushing his cheek.

The corridor’s prismatic light caught the curve of her lips, the students’ chatter a soft backdrop to their charged, private moment, the air tingling with their shared energy.

A spark flashed in her eyes, her gaze darting to a nearby janitor’s closet, its nondescript door slightly ajar, tucked between lockers, the faint scent of cleaning supplies wafting out.

"I wonder how long it’ll take before the janitor comes back," she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, her mischievous smile a daring challenge.

Her fingers lingered on his arm, the idea hanging between them like a live wire, the corridor’s bustle oblivious to the secret they were weaving.

Alex smirked, his confidence unshaken, his voice low, teasing. "Let’s risk it," he said, his red eyes locked on hers, the thrill of the moment sharp and enticing.

Velenda’s laugh was bright, like a burst of sunlight, her hand slipping into his, her touch warm and sure.

She led him to the closet, her lithe figure gliding effortlessly, the corridor’s light casting her silhouette against the door as she pushed it open, pulling him inside.

The door clicked shut, muffling the hall’s hum, sealing them in their own little world.

The closet was cramped, dimly lit by a single flickering orb, its shelves lined with bottles and brooms, the air cool and heavy with the scent of soap and polished wood.

Dust motes danced in the faint light, the space intimate, charged, Velenda’s beauty even more striking up close, her emerald eyes glowing with anticipation.

She turned to him, her smile softening, and leaned in, their lips meeting for the first time.

The kiss was soft but electric, her warmth a spark that sent a shiver through him.

She moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his lips, her hands resting on his chest, her body pressing closer, the closet’s confines amplifying every touch, every breath.

Velenda pulled back, her eyes half-lidded, her gaze fixed on his lips, her breath quickening.

She kissed him again, deeper, her moan louder, her fingers curling into his shoulders, the kiss heady, consuming.

She broke away, her voice a breathless whisper, her emerald eyes searching his.

"I like kissing you," she said, her words raw, unguarded. "It’s heady, intoxicating somehow."

Her raven hair framed her flushed face, the flickering orb casting shadows across her skin, highlighting the soft curve of her cheeks, the closet’s intimacy wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth and secrecy.

Alex didn’t respond with words, his confidence guiding him, his lips finding hers again, the kiss hungry, urgent.

His hands slid down, cupping her butt once more, kneading gently, the softness under his fingers drawing another moan from her, the sound low and vibrant, fueling the heat between them.

The closet’s cool air did nothing to temper their warmth, the shelves’ faint creak a distant note, Velenda’s body pliant, responsive, her floral scent mingling with the soap’s tang.

The moment was theirs, a private world carved out within the academy’s walls, every touch a spark, every sound a pulse.

She moaned again, pulling back slightly, her eyes wide, almost dazed, her voice trembling with a mix of wonder and vulnerability. "I’ve never felt like this before," she said, her breath hitching, her hands gripping his arms tightly.

"What are you doing to me?" Her question was genuine, her beauty softened by the raw honesty in her gaze, the flickering orb highlighting the flush on her cheeks, the closet’s shadows deepening the intimacy, her reaction a sharper echo of Ariel’s earlier fluster, but electric, alive.

Alex smirked, his voice low, teasing, his confidence steady. "I’m doing what I do best," he said, his hands still kneading, his lips brushing hers, the words a playful boast that drew a soft laugh from her.

Her emerald eyes sparkled with delight, the closet’s cramped space a perfect stage for their connection, the academy’s bustle a world away, irrelevant in the face of their shared heat.

They were about to deepen the moment, Velenda’s hands sliding up his chest, her body leaning into his, her breath warm against his lips, when heavy footsteps echoed outside, sharp and deliberate, cutting through the closet’s intimacy like a blade.

They froze, their breaths catching, and broke apart quickly, Velenda’s eyes wide, her raven hair slightly mussed, Alex’s heart pounding as he stepped back, the shelves pressing against his spine.

The footsteps paused, the silence deafening, then continued, fading down the corridor, the closet’s door still closed, the danger passing.