Collecting the Male Leads' First Nights

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  Collecting the Male Leads’ First Nights  Chapter 15


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Chapter 15

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.

‘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?’

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.