The Seductive Pretty Boy of the Matriarchal World-Chapter 31: Jacket

Elias Kane lay on his side on the carpet, waiting for what felt like forever without detecting any movement from Giselle Frost. After a moment of hesitation, he pretended to be too nervous and flustered, twisting his body around until he was lying flat on his back.

His fair abdomen was exposed to the air like that, without a trace of extra fat, soft and tender as a block of tofu, even his navel clean and slightly indented. The tension had brought out a fine layer of sweat across his whole body, which gathered into a single drop that rolled right into that small navel.

The scene was seductive enough on its own, especially the pose—like a puppy acting spoiled in front of its owner, baring its soft belly and waiting for a touch.

With his glasses on and the T-shirt blocking his view, everything in front of him was blurry. He could only vaguely catch the outline of Giselle’s figure through the gaps in the fabric and couldn’t make out her expression at all. But she had to be stunned, right? Heh...

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Elias suddenly felt a cool sensation on his abdomen, and his vision went pitch black, like something had been laid over him. A spark of amusement flashed in his eyes, but what came out of his mouth was a choked, suppressed sob that would only stir a woman’s desires more: "Wuu... don’t..."

Bang!

The instant the door slammed shut, Elias froze solid. He couldn’t keep crying, but he couldn’t struggle either.

[System Theta: She closed the door and left.]

Hearing that, Elias flipped up from the floor in one smooth motion and stood firmly on his feet.

The T-shirt that had seemed so hard to pull down earlier slid back into place effortlessly.

Elias looked down and realized what had landed on him was Giselle’s jacket, not her at all. The cool sensation had just been water droplets from her hand, flicked over when she tossed the jacket his way.

She had probably gone out to avoid any awkwardness, not wanting to see his exposed body.

Elias: ?

He couldn’t take it anymore. "Is she even a woman?!"

Faced with a helpless guy exposing himself right under her nose, she didn’t seize the chance? Even if she wasn’t going to take advantage, at least pull him up off the floor and cop a feel.

If it had been Serena Blackwood, that T-shirt would’ve probably turned into a hood, pinning him down right there on the ground and going all the way.

Elias lifted his right leg, kicking the jacket up into his hands. He examined it. Couldn’t tell the brand, but it was obviously custom-tailored, exquisitely made and insanely expensive.

Elias shook his head. "Little girls really are boring."

What was the point of being so proper?

By the time Serena had run him through every level, Giselle probably hadn’t even cleared the tutorial.

"Maybe she’s the one who can’t?" Elias suddenly wondered.

In the original plot, the number of times Giselle had explored the secrets of life with him was no less than with Serena. Could there be some hidden issue now that would get fixed later?

[System Theta: I think... she might simply find you dirty?]

Elias: "..."

"Well said. Don’t say that again."

A cool voice came from outside the door. "Are you dressed?"

Elias let out a soft "Heh."

He really wanted to strip completely naked and trick Giselle into coming back just to see her face.

But that was only in his head. Lifting his shirt earlier had already been the most he could do to tease her without breaking character.

If that didn’t hook her, he’d have to pull back for now.

"Y-yeah... I’m dressed..."

There was that faint sob in his voice again. With a perfectly calm expression, Elias hugged Giselle’s jacket to his chest, gave a little hop, and sat down on the bed.

Now that the jacket was in his hands, Giselle could forget about getting it back. He could sell it somewhere later and probably pull in tens of thousands easy.

The door opened slowly. Giselle peeked her head in first to confirm he was clothed before stepping all the way inside.

She saw Elias sitting at the foot of the bed hugging her jacket, curled up a little, looking obedient and timid.

It was hard for Giselle to believe that this boy who seemed weak to his bones had just done something so bold in front of a woman who was practically a stranger.

To her, she and Elias were basically strangers.

"I brought you here so you wouldn’t go back to the dorm these next few days."

Learning from before, Giselle finally explained, then added, "And what I said out there wasn’t a threat. You wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you like that, would you?"

Now that she knew Elias had misunderstood, she had to clarify every single thing.

Elias shook his head.

Giselle nodded slightly. She glanced at her jacket but made no move to take it back, saying indifferently, "Stay here these next few days. Go to class during the day and come back at night."

Elias thought that wasn’t necessarily going to happen—he might end up in another hotel bed somewhere.

On the surface he nodded. "Yeah."

After finishing her instructions, Giselle turned to leave without another word. Elias suddenly spoke up. "Um..."

Giselle stopped and turned. "What?"

"Thank you..." Elias’s face still had a few tear stains, his eyes red as he looked at her, his expression full of gratitude mixed with nervousness. Softly, he said, "You helped me when I had that fever, and now again this time... I really appreciate it, Giselle." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

It was the first time her name had left Elias’s lips.

Giselle wasn’t surprised. She was practically a household name on the Westbridge campus. It would be stranger if he didn’t know her.

But hearing him say it, her eyes showed no ripple. Her gaze lowered. Yeah, it wasn’t the same.

Lucien Hart’s voice was cold and crisp as snow. When he called her name, it was like a winter wind—familiar, yet carrying that unmistakable distance.

Giselle didn’t hate that feeling. In her heart, Lucien was meant to be that way: an ice lotus blooming at the peak of a snow-capped mountain, pure and untouched. Even she couldn’t casually approach or touch him, let alone anyone else.

Elias’s voice was light and soft, still a little hoarse from crying. Saying her name sounded almost like he was acting spoiled. They were strangers, yet it came across as so intimate and familiar.

One was a snow lotus high on the mountain—something you could only admire from afar, nearly impossible to obtain. The other was a delicate rose in the flowerbed by the roadside, rooted in the dirt, growing freely. You could reach out and pluck it with a casual twist of the fingers.

How had she even thought to compare the two?

Giselle stayed silent for a moment. "No need to thank me."

With those words, she left without any reluctance.