“Dear Chosen One!” The chief shouted in excitement.
His wrinkling hands clasped together, as if he were in the presence of an immortal being.
If there was any doubt earlier, the sudden downpour the moment Zane made his offering solidified their belief.
Zane still knelt in silence, mouth wide open in disbelief at his unlucky situation.
If it weren’t for the hand that playfully nudged his mouth shut, he would have turned into a statue.
“You should’ve paid more attention to the plot.” He could hear Silas’s melodic laughter in his ear as he was pulled up to stand.
Aside from the cool, breezy sensation, there was no one standing in front of him.
If I catch you, Silas!
Unlike Clyde, who was trying his best not to laugh at the situation, Michael stared in shock as he reached his hand out to catch the falling raindrops.
Even Oliver, who liked to bark at any chance given, was speechlessly eyeing Zane at the side.
They all stood there, dumbfounded, gradually becoming wetter by the second from the violent storm.
“Thank you, Chosen One!” The chief was practically bowing, nearly kneeling in reverence as he approached Zane.
“The sacred temple will shelter you from rain!
Please go there and rest!”
“I’m fine—.” Zane glanced back at Michael and Clyde.
This was noticed by the chief, so he quickly cut off Zane’s rejection with another offer.
“Bring your companions with you!” He looked toward the elders who knowingly brought the same drink they had just given as an offering.
“Drink this, and you will be able to stay in the temple!”
What happened to the long rite of passage that the researchers had to do?
Zane watched in confusion at how simple it actually was for outsiders to be granted access.
More importantly, the thought of waiting out the storm in that perverted place was too much for Zane.
“Absolutely not!” The others completely ignored him as they began their descent from the top of the waterfall.
How could a concoction of fermented fruit be the thing that permitted people entrance?
Zane felt like drowning himself in the shallow pool below.
Anyone can drink wine and just waltz in there!?
What’s the point of having to do an hour’s worth of nonsensical rituals then!?
“I will guide this student back to the village center.” The chief parted ways with them once they reached the bottom, taking Oliver with him as he left.
One side led back to the village, while the other brought them deep into the forest.
The pot of brewed wine was held by one of the younger villagers as they dragged Zane to the ruins.
Clyde looked forward to seeing the ancient ruins that Zane was researching.
Ever since learning of Zane’s archaeology major, he had grown curious about what they normally did.
“This is for you to drink.” The pot of wine was handed to Clyde once they reached the entrance.
“It is not certain when the rain will stop.
We will check on you once the storm passes.”
Fuck.
Zane dawdled by the entrance, hoping that Clyde and Michael would wait the rain out with him here.
“Let’s head in.
We’ll get sick if we stay here.” Michael wrapped his arm around Zane’s shoulder and guided him in.
He noticed the reluctance, but thought that it was because Zane worried about damaging the place where he came to study.
The inside was lit by some form of luminescent ball, giving it a romantic glow.
It looked holy as a temple should, something completely out of this world.
Clyde was so taken by the beautiful carvings that he didn’t notice the pink tint on Zane’s cheeks.
Michael, on the other hand, wasn’t as interested.
His eyes were almost fixed on Zane’s reaction, noticing the color change compared to the paleness from being soaked in the rain.
Originally, he had thought that Zane’s reaction when he had asked about this place was due to the hot weather, but seeing it again, another thought crossed his mind.
“What did you find here?” His question nearly caused Zane to choke on his saliva.
He coughed awkwardly and waved his hand as if it was nothing.
“Jades and stuff…” He purposely avoided that specific room, choosing to bring them into another that had comfortable seating.
“Let’s chill here.”
“Sure.” Although not convinced, Michael didn’t push him for an answer.
He pulled out the coconut oil and placed it on one of the tables before undressing.
“Why are you taking it off?” His jeans were unbuckled, and his shoes had been removed when Zane noticed what was happening.
“We can’t always wear wet clothes.” Michael casually pulled off his top as he approached Zane.
“Let me help you.” His lips curled in a teasing grin as he reached under Zane’s shirt.
“This is a place of holiness?” His bad mood from perpetuating the notion of him being the one chosen by the gods had long distinguished his sexual craving.
“What are you thinking in that brain of yours?” With a gentle laugh, Michael ruffled the wet hair and sat down beside Zane.
“I’m just worried that you’ll get sick.”
Damn.
His smile managed to charm Zane somewhat.
The man was handsome.
Unlike Clyde, who had a more sophisticated and pretty look, Michael looked more reckless and uncaring, the literal sense of a bad boy.
But looks were deceiving.
It was as if both of them had swapped personalities.
Michael was more attentive and caring than Clyde, while Clyde was more domineering and cold.
[Update: Mission progression is currently at 95%]
What?
Zane couldn’t fathom what had led to the sudden increase.
Is it because they don’t view Oliver as a saint or whatever?
[Answering: Master has successfully prevented a major plot point.
Congratulations.]
I thought the threesome was the major plot point?
If he remembered correctly, the three main characters confirmed their relationship during sex.
Oliver didn’t want to pick just one, so they had agreed that all three would be in the relationship.
It was during this trip that it happened.
[This is the threesome.]
This?
He looked around the temple, unsure of what the system was talking about.
The system could do nothing but sigh at its stupid host.
[In the book, after the ceremony to ask for rain had concluded with success, the villagers ushered the protagonist and the male leads into the sacred grounds, which led to the threesome.
Please pay more attention to the plot in the next world and don’t skim it next time.]
How did you know I skimmed it?
[Please, seriously complete the next mission.]
A gentle flick on his forehead, accompanied by the usual breeze that came whenever Silas was near him, woke Zane from his thoughts.
Clyde had arrived while he was lost in thought.
He passed the pot of wine, urging Zane to take a sip from it to warm up.
“The wine should help.
It’s cooling down fast.” The rain had lowered the temperature greatly.
And with all of them soaking wet, the breeze that slipped inside made them feel colder than they should have.
“I noticed earlier, but it’s a little sweet.” Michael reluctantly drank a little more himself.
He wasn’t a lover of sweet things, as he needed to keep in shape for his career as a professional swimmer.
“What got you so excited, C?” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Clyde had been smiling since he came here, making Michael curious.
Zane looked up at the other, also noting that he looked like he was in his element.
“I’ve always wondered about stone carvings.
You know I only deal with clay.” Clyde glanced down at his prized hands.
“I couldn’t help but touch it.
So smooth and polished…I wonder how they did it.”
“You’re not thinking of switching to stone, are you?” Michael knew that look of fascination that Clyde often had when he encountered something he liked.
“There’s Jade or something here, too.
Maybe look at that as well.”
He thought that Jade would be better to work with instead of stone.
As someone who had to protect his body, he knew how important Clyde’s hands were to his craft.
It wouldn’t be good if the other scratched them from working with the harsh stone.
“Jade carvings?” Clyde seemed interested once he heard that.
Zane spat out the wine after listening to their conversation.
His eyes watered from the burning pain of choking.
“Zane?”
Both Clyde and Michael moved in to give him a pat on the back.
“Just stay here…why do you have to go look for jade carvings and whatnot?” Zane mumbled after surviving the coughing fit.
His long lashes, wet by tears, tickled the hearts of the two men.
“Is there something wrong with the jades?” Michael picked up on the oddness of Zane’s reaction.
He leaned in to whisper ambiguously into Zane’s reddened ears.
“Dammit…” Due to the properties of this place, the system didn’t even bother to activate the default settings.
Not only was Zane’s body more sensitive than usual, but the wine also made it hard for him not to be seduced.
“I’ll be back.” The two shared an understanding glance, with Michael staying here to accompany Zane and Clyde exploring the other rooms for the jades.
“Let’s get these clothes off.” This time, Michael didn’t retract his warm hands from under Zane’s top.
“I’m cold.
Hug me, Zane.”
“Cold my ass.” Zane didn’t believe anything he said.
Michael was burning hot.
Everywhere he touched was warm and comfortable.
“So…so cold.” Michael pulled Zane to sit on his lap.
He nuzzled against his neck, sneakily licking and sucking the skin a few times before being pushed away.
Zane frowned at his silly words and fake acting.
He swiped his wet hair back before pulling off his top and reaching down for his shorts.
Might as well…
Zane wondered if he was really that weak to pleasure, or if he just liked sex in general.
Realistically, he could easily stop their advances, but it felt good, and he admitted to being charmed by their looks.
Michael didn’t bother hiding his shameless gaze as he watched Zane undress.
His unbuttoned jeans suddenly felt tight from the rush of excitement.
“Zane…” He didn’t hesitate to reach for Zane’s erection, giving the pretty thing a squeeze which earned him a groan from Zane’s lips.
His throat felt dry at the sexy sight in front of him.
“Come closer.”
Their lips met with slow intensity.
Tongues intertwined, licking up each other’s sweet aftertaste of wine that made them dizzy.