Collecting the Male Leads’ First Nights

Sylvia followed him through the open corridor.
A hot breeze blew in from outside.
Unlike the cold autumn weather in the real world, the weather in the game world went from cool to hot from time to time, as if it was in early summer.
Today, it was on the hotter side.

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‘It’s a good thing it’s not a subtropical climate, but I wish it started in the spring.’

As Noel stepped forward, the small garden where she had first met him appeared.
As he said, the well was located in a corner of the garden, in a shaded spot.

The water in the wooden bucket was very cold, so it seemed like it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.
As Sylvia carefully crouched down and reached out her hands, Noel poured water over them.

“Wow, that’s refreshing.”

As Sylvia exclaimed, Noel smiled proudly and pointed to the mountain behind them.

“It’s the groundwater coming down from that mountain back there, so it’s cold even in the middle of summer.”
“Mr.
Priest, have a seat.
I’ll pour it for you, too.”

The cool water made her feel better, and she urged Noel to take a seat.

“Thank you.”

Noel did not decline and sat down.
Sylvia tried to pour water over Noel’s hands with the wooden bucket, as he had done.

“Huh?”

Swoosh.

Sylvia, who had not yet adapted to her rising strength stat, poured water over his whole body instead of his hands.
Noel stood up in surprise at the sudden torrent of water.
She covered her mouth at her screw-up.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.
What should I do?”
“It’s alright.
It’s nice and refreshing.”

With his white priest’s robe completely soaked, Noel swept his wet lemon-blonde hair back and gave an easygoing smile.
Even though it was dripping water, Noel just laughed.
As expected from a man who had served God his whole life.

Sylvia bit her lips and scolded her own hand.

‘Damn hand.
Why can’t you control your power?’

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Sylvia scowled at her hand with a darkened expression.
Seeing that, Noel grinned and approached the well.
Then, he scooped up more water with the wooden bucket and poured it over himself.

“Ah, Mr.
Priest!”

Sylvia’s eyes widened in surprise at Noel’s sudden unexpected action, and he smiled casually.

“I’m really fine.
It’s refreshing.”
“Ah…”

Sylvia immediately understood Noel’s thoughts.
He poured water all over himself as a way to tell her not to worry about it, as she was feeling sorry.

‘He’s just like an angel.
His face is like an angel, his heart is like an angel…’

Sylvia’s heart got warmer at his saintly appearance.
As she looked at Noel with a warm expression, Sylvia’s heart, no, her whole body, slowly got warmer and then became burning hot.

Noel’s completely wet appearance was deadly.

‘It wasn’t a damn hand, it was a grateful hand.’

The white priest’s robe clung to his body, revealing his strong muscles.
In addition, unlike the priest clothes he was wearing above them, the white pants seemed to show a glimpse of what was inside when wet, perhaps because of the see-through material.

When Noel held his wet priest’s robe with his hand around his waist and squeezed it, his thighs were uncovered.
The drenched white pants showcased his sturdy thigh muscles and amused her eyes.

‘Oh my God, look at those split thigh muscles.
Like those of a horse running through a meadow.
I would want nothing more than to ride that horse.’

Sylvia gulped and observed Noel’s body thoroughly while pretending not to.
Perhaps because his wet pants were irritating, Noel rolled them up to his knees.

“Ptew!”

At that appearance, Sylvia, who was feeling thirsty and was taking a long sip from the well, spat it out.
It was because she was too focused on his body.
She leaned against the well, wiping the liquid around her mouth that she didn’t know whether it was water or saliva.

Her eyes were still observing Noel’s body.
She didn’t know what kind of exercise he was doing, but his strong calves stimulated a woman’s mind.
His muscles were like those of a soccer player.

‘He must have kicked a ball somewhere…’

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As Sylvia stared at him, Noel noticed her gaze and looked up.
As soon as Noel lifted his head, Sylvia bowed her head deeply, in anticipation of being caught with a treacherous stare.
Noel, who had misunderstood that for her being sorry for her actions, smiled refreshingly and swept his bangs.

“I’m really fine.
If something gets wet, you can just dry it.”

Noel’s words sounded dazed as if she was inside the water, perhaps because her body temperature had risen too high.
Sylvia fanned out her reddened face and tried to be calm.

“Ah… Is… Is… that so?”
“Miss Sylvia? Are you alright?”
“Ugh… I’m a bit… hot…”

Even though the well water made her cool down for a moment, hot breath came out of Sylvia’s mouth.
She felt like she was suffocating, perhaps because she saw his fantastic body.

“Yes.
The weather is hot today.”

Sylvia didn’t like Noel’s calm expression because she felt like she was the only one blushing.

‘That’s right, men are weak to what they see.
Of course, I’m weak too.’

She couldn’t target him yet because she has low faith, but to what extent could she play a prank?
After finishing her judgement, Sylvia muttered, ‘Gosh, it’s hot.’, and scooped up water with the wooden bucket as naturally as possible.
Then, without giving Noel a chance to stop her, she lifted the wooden bucket above her head and poured all the water.

“It’s too… ugh… it’s too hot, I can’t handle it.”
“No… that… Miss Sylvia!”

Noel looked blankly at Sylvia with a bewildered expression.

Looking down for a moment, Sylvia realized she was still less wet and poured water over herself once more.

‘Now I’m completely wet.
It’s a good thing that the beggar’s basic clothes are white.’

The white, sloppy, beggar one-piece is also made of cheap materials, so as soon as she poured water on it, it had a lewd effect.
Sylvia deliberately squinted and slowly shook her head.
And then she fatally swung her wet hair, shaking off the water.

Then she bit her lips weakly, raised her hand, and slowly swept it from her chin to her neck, and her chest.
As she casually looked at Noel, she saw his blushing face.

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Gulp.
The gulping sound was heard all the way to Sylvia’s ears.

‘Hoho, it seems like I was successful.’

“Haa… Now it’s a bit… phew… cooler.”
“Miss Sylvia, those… clothes…”
“Clothes?”

Sylvia looked casually at Noel, pretending she didn’t know what she was doing.
Noel, who blushed while slightly clenching his teeth, turned his head diagonally.
As Noel avoided her gaze, Sylvia pouted with a dissatisfied expression.

‘Now that I’ve gotten all wet, it’s disappointing if he turns his head away and doesn’t look at me enough.’

Noel couldn’t bear to look at her, his thick eyelashes trembling.

“Miss Sylvia, I think… uh… your clothes… are too wet…”
“I guess I need to squeeze them a bit.
Heave-ho…”

Sylvia, who was deliberately pretending to squeeze her clothes with strength, soon let out a deep sigh and looked at Noel.
She also included a masterful performance of slightly shaking off her hands.

“Ah… I think I sprained my wrist after organizing the library so diligently… I don’t have strength in my hands.”
“… What?”
“Can you help me squeeze my clothes?”

As Noel hesitated and stood still, Sylvia quickly grabbed his hand and brought it to her clothes.
Then she looked at him with her eyes wide-open, like the Puss in Boots.

“Hm? Please help me.
Mr.
Priest.
Going back inside with my clothes wet like this is a bit…”

As she looked at him with glistening eyes, as if she were innocent, Noel sighed deeply and grabbed the clothes with his trembling hand.
Sylvia laughed inwardly at the sight of the naive priest, who couldn’t focus because of the sudden stimulation.

‘I’m even hornier because he’s naive.’

“Right…”

Looking at Sylvia with a blushing expression, he clasped the dress in his hands until his veins popped out.
Sylvia looked at Noel’s hand and smiled with an innocent face, still pretending she didn’t know anything.
His clenched fists were shaking slightly, and Sylvia recognized immediately what the tremor was.

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‘He has never seen a woman’s body so plainly before, so he must be very nervous right now.’

As expected, Noel’s face was red like a ripe apple when he looked up.
His thick eyelashes trembled thinly, creating a shade for his green eyes.

If he were a normal man, he would have known that her request meant flirting, but Noel grew up in the temple all his life so he couldn’t notice it.
He just thought that he should really help the believer in front of him.

Sylvia’s white clothes were drenched and all her underwear could be seen, and the tightly-sticking clothes openly showed off the outline of her body.
Noel’s body was reacting little by little to her figure.

‘Good.
Excellent.’

Sylvia wanted to compliment herself for the idea of pouring water over her.
A wet body looks somehow more erotic than when it is not dressed.

“… Mr.
Priest?”

Noel kept silent at Sylvia’s call.

Looking at Noel, who was standing blankly while grabbing her clothes, Sylvia noticed that this pitiful priest was at a loss for what to do.
As Sylvia ran her hands through the chest area of her wet dress, pretending not to know what she was doing, Noel’s Adam’s apple moved roughly.

‘Did it stand up… It did.’

As she naturally lowered her head, pretending to look at her own body, she saw a bulge on the front part of Noel’s wet pants.
It was something natural as the priest was also a man, unless he was a eunuch.

Sylvia was thrilled and excited about the situation.

‘Hihihi… This is too funny.’

Sylvia decided to play with the excited Noel a little more.

Noel frowned and let out a rough breath to calm his erection.
He sighed roughly with a troubled expression.
It was impossible to hide the tight front of his body because of the wet and clingy clothes.
In the end, unable to control his lower body as he wanted, Noel facepalmed while closing his eyes.

Determined to defeat Noel, who was fighting with his instincts, Sylvia sat unannounced on a stone chair by the well.

“My legs hurt…”