Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 95: Sylra promises to visit

Chapter 95: Sylra promises to visit

Velenda’s grip on Alex’s arm loosened as they slipped out of the janitor’s closet, her emerald eyes flashing with a playful glint, her raven-black hair slightly tousled from their heated encounter.

The sunlit corridor of Starhaven Academy buzzed with students, their tunics shimmering under the crystal panels’ prismatic light, the air warm with the scent of parchment and faint elixirs.

Alex’s red eyes sparkled, his confidence riding high, the memory of Velenda’s moans and the softness of her curves still vivid, her supermodel beauty a magnet that drew glances as they emerged.

A sharp bell rang, its chime slicing through the corridor’s hum, spurring students into motion, their footsteps quickening, voices rising in a rush.

Velenda’s smile softened, her floral perfume lingering as she gave his arm a final squeeze.

"Gotta run," she said, her voice chirpy, her turquoise tunic catching the light as she turned, her lithe figure gliding through the crowd, students parting around her like she was royalty, her raven hair a dark beacon until she vanished around a corner.

Alex watched her go, his grin fading slightly, the corridor’s energy pulling him in the opposite direction, his boots echoing on the marble floor as he headed to his next class, the closet’s intimacy a warm pulse in his chest, his confidence unshaken, ready for the day’s next challenge.

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Lunchtime arrived, the academy’s dining hall a sprawling chamber with soaring ceilings and crystal chandeliers, their light casting a soft glow over long tables laden with platters of vibrant fruits, steaming pastries, and glowing elixirs.

The air was rich with the aroma of spiced bread and sweet nectar, students’ voices a lively buzz, their laughter echoing off the polished stone walls, the atmosphere warm, communal.

Alex sat alone at a table near a towering window, sunlight streaming through, bathing his tray of sliced starfruit and a frosted pastry in golden hues, the view outside revealing Starhaven’s shimmering spires against a cerulean sky.

His confidence held, but a faint frustration lingered from his morning tutoring session, the failure to master telekinesis a nagging thorn, and Bastian’s absence since lunch began left the table quieter than usual, his usual grin nowhere in sight.

A familiar figure approached, her golden hair catching the light, her steps heavy, her usual poise softened by exhaustion.

Sylra, her sharp features drawn, her eyes shadowed, sank onto the bench across from Alex, her tunic slightly rumpled, her shoulders slumping as she set down her empty tray.

She looked worn out, her breaths shallow, the dining hall’s vibrancy a stark contrast to her fatigue, the chatter of students a distant hum around them.

"Sylra, where’ve you been?" Alex asked, his voice warm, curious, leaning forward, his red eyes scanning her tired expression/

She sighed, her hazel eyes meeting his, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "So many classes today," she said, her voice soft, strained. "Particularly rough schedule. I’m wiped."

Her fingers brushed her hair back, her exhaustion palpable, the dining hall’s light catching the faint sheen of sweat on her brow, the aroma of nectar mingling with her subtle, earthy scent, the table a small island of calm amidst the bustling hall.

Alex’s smile softened, his confidence giving way to a protective instinct, his hand reaching for the vial of sparkling blue elixir on his tray, its cool surface glinting in the sunlight. "Here," he said, sliding it toward her, his voice gentle, encouraging.

"Cool off with this first." The gesture was simple, but his eyes held hers, a quiet reassurance, the dining hall’s warmth wrapping around them, the chatter of students a soothing backdrop.

Sylra’s smile widened, her hazel eyes brightening, a touch of color returning to her cheeks.

"You’re sweet," she said, her voice warmer, her fingers wrapping around the vial, the elixir’s chill easing her tension as she took a sip, her shoulders relaxing, the dining hall’s light casting a soft glow across her face.

She set the vial down, her energy lifting, and glanced at the food line, where students crowded around steaming platters. "I need to grab something," she said, her voice brisker, pushing herself up. "Be right back."

She moved quickly, her golden hair swaying, her figure weaving through the throng, returning moments later with a tray of sliced fruits and a glowing pastry, her exhaustion tempered by the promise of food, the dining hall’s hum swelling as she settled back across from Alex.

"Where’s Bastian?" she asked, her voice curious, her fork spearing a piece of starfruit, the fruit’s juice glistening, the dining hall’s light catching the motion, the chatter of students a lively pulse around them.

Alex shrugged, his grin wry, his fingers toying with his pastry. "No clue," he said, his voice casual, though a flicker of curiosity crossed his mind.

"Haven’t seen him since lunch started." The absence was notable, the table quieter without Bastian’s teasing, but Alex’s confidence held, his focus shifting to Sylra, the dining hall’s warmth a comfort, the aroma of spiced bread grounding the moment.

Sylra nodded, her hazel eyes thoughtful as she chewed, her voice brightening as she shifted topics.

"These extra classes are brutal, but they’ll build my rep," she said, her tone ambitious, her fork gesturing animatedly. "They’re my ticket to a high position with the Council someday."

He nodded, his smile genuine, his voice warm. "That’s awesome," he said, leaning forward, his red eyes fixed on her. "Me, though? Had a dreadful abilities class earlier. Couldn’t get telekinesis down, felt like I was stuck."

His tone was light, but the frustration was real, the tutoring session’s failure a weight he shared, his confidence unshaken but tempered by the challenge, the dining hall’s glow a soft contrast to his words.

Sylra’s expression softened, her green eyes sympathetic, her fork pausing mid-air. "I get it," she said, her voice gentle, understanding. "Ability training’s rough, especially when you’re catching up. You’ll get there, Alex."

Her words were sincere, her smile encouraging.

She leaned closer, her voice dropping, her hazel eyes glinting with a spark of excitement. "Hey, I’m coming to visit you later today," she said, her tone conspiratorial, her auburn hair brushing her shoulder. "We haven’t talked in a while, and I want to catch up properly."

Alex’s grin widened, his red eyes brightening, his voice eager. "That sounds good," he said, the prospect of time with Sylra a lift to his mood.

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