I Paired Up With a Woman From an Adventurer Matchmaking App, She Had Perfect Compatibility, But the Worst Personality. When Our Erotic Compatibility Exceeded 200%, She Became the Most Obedient Team Member at Night. - Chapter 12

“It was a mistake from the start for someone as lowly as myself to even think of competing with Lady Cordelia. Please, feel free to scorn me as a lowly insect and kick me aside.”

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Susie’s self-esteem seemed completely shattered after her overwhelming defeat in both combat and s3x against Cordelia and me.
This happened the day after my intense lovemaking with Cordelia, following my poison-tasting s3x with Susie.
I woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom curtains and caught the fragrant aroma of breakfast wafting from the dining room.
Cordelia, still drowsy, and I left the bedroom to find Susie already preparing breakfast in the dining room.
She was no longer in that humiliating state of undress.
She was back in her maid uniform, every button fastened, just as she had been when she arrived.

“I deeply apologize for my repeated offenses yesterday.”

When Susie saw us, still sleepy from waking up, she bowed her head sincerely.
She explained that she had prepared breakfast as an apology for her earlier behavior.
The humiliating opening line, where she had completely crushed my pride, was also from that incident.
Seeing the maid who had begun calling herself an insect, I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her.
Cordelia, on the other hand, seemed perfectly comfortable in her role as a pampered young lady.
She mercilessly ordered Susie around, saying things like, “Insect, serve me yogurt,” “Insect, peel my fruit for dessert,” and “Insect, another glass of milk.” Was Susie really okay with this?

“It’s quite right, as a maid, being ordered around by Lady Cordelia is my greatest joy.”

“She’s really pushing it…”

“I even wish she would step on me.”

“She’s just a full-blown masochistic maid.”

“Kent, why don’t you step on me while you’re here?”

“Oh, really? Well, if you’ll excuse me for a moment…”

“Please refrain from touching me with those filthy feet.”

“The difference in your attitude is too blatant…”

Susie poured milk into Cordelia’s glass and sighed softly.

“…As a maid, I still find it somewhat unsettling when my lady engages in promiscuous sexual relations with a man.”

Susie glanced at her briefly.
She watched the milk flow from the tilted glass into Cordelia’s mouth.
Her tongue flicked out seductively to lick the white droplets from the corner of her lips.

“Even after personally engaging in sexual relations with Lord Kent, my opinion hasn’t changed. Being pierced by a man’s virile p3nis was certainly pleasurable… Though I’m embarrassed to admit it, I did get a little too carried away.”

Susie gently pressed her slender fingers against her cheeks, which were flushed crimson with embarrassment.

“But,”

She continued.

“Lady Cordelia looked so, so blissful with Lord Kent.”

Cordelia made a choked sound, as if she were gagging.
Susie sighed softly, her hand still resting on her cheek.

“It was as if her expression were melting with pleasure. As if she were savoring the distilled essence of earthly delight, utterly immersed in an ocean of ecstasy that reached the depths of her being.”

“W-wait a minute, Susie?”

“That wasn’t the face of mere fleeting pleasure. It was the face of someone who had exhausted the limits of rapture, utterly captivated by Lord Kent in body and soul. That expression of pure, unadulterated bliss on Lady Cordelia’s face is still burned into my memory.”

“Susie, that’s enough. Stop it, Susie.”

“While you two were lost in the throes of repeated lovemaking, Lady Cordelia was murmuring dreamily. Don’t you remember, Lord Kent?”

“Murmuring? About what?”

“Susie! Susie, really!”

Before Cordelia could stop her, Susie’s quick tongue revealed the words:

“‘s3x with you is sweeter than the finest nectar.'”

Cordelia gaped like a goldfish.
Across the dining table, I could clearly see her profile, even her shapely ear flushed crimson.

“Hmm, I see. ‘Finest nectar,’ eh?”

As I muttered this deliberately, Cordelia let out a strangled, wordless cry.
When I first decided to sleep with Susie, Cordelia had told me…
“You should try tasting something other than me, the ultimate nectar, once in a while,” she had said.
At the time, I thought she was incredibly confident, but it turned out to be nothing of the sort.
It seemed Cordelia, in her own way, had also considered our s3x to be the “ultimate nectar.”
After all, our compatibility exceeded 200%.
No matter how haughty or composed she pretended to be, the thought of how much she secretly enjoyed it made it impossible to stop my lips from curving into a smile.
Cordelia glared at me, her eyes glistening with a thin film of tears.
I hastily averted my gaze and found Susie, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
Her expression seemed to relish Cordelia’s obvious agitation.
Her eyes, while serving her mistress, held a genuine affection, like those of an older sister.
Then, Susie slowly lowered her head toward me.
I sensed she had finally acknowledged me, at least to some extent.

“…Please take good care of Lady Cordelia, Horse Seed.”

“…Horse Seed?”

“After all, you were so gleefully planting your seed in her. Isn’t it the perfect nickname for you?”

Susie smiled, but her eyes didn’t quite match the expression.
It seemed that while she acknowledged me, she still struggled to fully accept the man who had been relentlessly having s3x with her mistress.

“…I wonder which is worse: Horse Bones or Horse Seed.”