Collecting the Male Leads' First Nights

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Collecting the Male Leads’ First Nights  Chapter 18


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Chapter 18

As soon as she put her underwear in front of him, Noel turned his head to the other side and sighed loudly. Because it stood up once again as he looked at the wet underwear.

Sylvia, whose brain in charge of obscenity had already stopped working after seeing the message of divine punishment, judged from Noel’s reaction that he was angry because she was asking him all kinds of favors.

‘Ah, did I ask too much… Ugh.’

Noel grabbed his head and shook it roughly. In Sylvia’s eyes, he seemed to have a slight tendency to be hot-tempered, unlike what he looked like.

“There… If you search in the drawer, there is a pouch. You can put it in there.”
“Yes…”

Sylvia, who was standing there awkwardly after putting her underwear in the pouch that was inside the drawer following Noel’s words, looked at Noel, who was still covering his reddened face in the corner.

“Thank you for your help. It must have been troublesome. Then, I will take my leave for today.”

At those words, Noel turned back and looked at Sylvia. The outline of her breasts, exposed through the loose-fitting clothes in the absence of underwear, was too erotic. With superhuman endurance, he stopped his gaze that had gone towards Sylvia’s chest.

Noel’s mind was a mess. Although he couldn’t do it because he was a priest, he kept imagining himself pushing her against the wall and grabbing her chest roughly, and his head throbbed.

‘Since Miss Sylvia makes me, a priest, stand up, what if she gets caught by bad guys while going home in that state…’

As Sylvia stood at the door with an awkward expression and said goodbye, Noel called her.

“Ugh… Miss Sylvia, wait a moment.”

Noel decided to take Sylvia home. Noel, who put Sylvia in front of him, rode the horse. As they passed the road, the red sunset over the horizon greeted them.

Sylvia, who wore a cloak Noel had handed her, sat sideways and carefully leaned her head on his wide chest. Of course, she didn’t have a sly mind after seeing the divine punishment route, it was just a pure intention to find stability on the rocking horse.

As she leaned her head, Noel flinched for a moment, then cleared his throat and spurred the horse again.

Sylvia inwardly sighed in relief. Even if she was inside the game, she couldn’t figure out how to get home without wearing a bra, so she was really glad that Noel took her home.

‘Seems like he isn’t angry.’

As her head touched his firm, hot chest, her heart fluttered for a moment, but she calmed down, remembering the chilly dead-end preview.

“Whoa, whoa…”

When they reached their destination, Noel stopped the horse. They arrived so quickly while riding on the horse that it was incomparable to when she walked to the temple on foot. Sylvia thought she wished she had something to ride on.

‘Can’t I get a mount?’

In some of the games she used to play, mounts were scattered all over the place, so she could have one just by pressing the climbing key. She saw a tragic ending in which she was on a horse and got PKed by another user, possibly because of a bug, and lost all her items.
(T/N: For those who aren’t familiar with gaming terms, PK = player kill.)