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 2

“You don’t have much luggage, do you?”

“Well, there wasn’t much room in that shared dorm for extra stuff. Even the futon was communal, like all the furniture.”

“Furniture? I just saw a square room.”

“Remember the rope hanging from the ceiling?”

“If you’re calling that furniture, then that place was less a room and more a garbage dump.”

We arrived at the room where I would be living from today onward—Cordelia’s room. She had given me a spare room she wasn’t using.

How can someone living alone have a spare room? How many rooms does this place even have? I wondered, but the contrast with my previous life was so overwhelming I decided not to dwell on it.
The room Cordelia gave me was about the same size as the cramped dorm I had been living in.
In other words, I now had the room where six of us had been crammed together all to myself.
The room had felt cramped when six of us lived there, but now that I was alone, I realized how spacious it truly was.
The wooden floor was bare, and there wasn’t a single piece of proper furniture.
The white wallpaper, devoid of any signs of life, now seemed terribly lonely.
My belongings, aside from my weapons and armor, consisted mostly of adventuring supplies. The sight of them huddled in a corner of the room was rather forlorn.

“Wait, where’s the futon? Where am I supposed to sleep?”

“Huh? Why not just use the bed in my room? You don’t seriously plan on dutifully returning to your own room every time after we have s3x, do you?”

“So you’re planning on having s3x with me every night?”

“Isn’t that the plan?”

“You’re not wrong?”

There was no need to think about it.
Between Cordelia and me, with our compatibility exceeding 200%, the concept of a sexless relationship was utterly foreign.

“Basically, that’s the whole reason I let you stay here in the first place. If we’re going to be having s3x every day and night, wouldn’t it be more efficient if you just moved in?”

That’s right.
Cordelia’s words perfectly explained why I’d ended up crashing at her place.
We’d only met recently, but our s3x life had already become incredibly intense.
…Well, technically, it had only been three days.
We had s3x on the first night we met.
On the second day, we had s3x in the Death Golem Dungeon, then again after returning late that night.
If we’re going to be having s3x this often, you might as well just move in.
That was the declaration I received this morning, on our third day of knowing each other.
An astonishingly rapid descent into cohabitation… If it weren’t for me, I might have missed it.

“We can gradually add more dishes and household items as we need them.”

Cordelia said, leaving my room and heading toward the living room.
I’d already picked up some essentials from street stalls on my way from the spare room to this one.
Having lived a minimalist life before, I owned very little.
But if my belongings were gradually going to accumulate in this room, mingling with Cordelia’s… it felt a little sentimental, somehow.

“Helping you move was surprisingly tiring.”

Cordelia muttered when we returned to the living room.
Was there really that much moving to do? I wondered. I carried all the shopping bags myself. But I kept the thought to myself.
If I nitpicked every one of Cordelia’s whims, we’d never get anywhere.

“Kent, I’m going to take a bath.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

The sun was still high, but it was always good to cleanse oneself.
Unlike the common folk who frequented public bathhouses, this apartment had its own bathtub. Cordelia could bathe whenever she pleased.
Humming cheerfully, Cordelia headed toward the changing room. But when she saw me standing dazedly in the middle of the living room, she tilted her head in puzzlement.

“What are you doing? I said I’m going to take a bath.”

“…I heard you.”

“Then stop standing around like an idiot. Hurry up!”

Cordelia snapped at me, but there was little malice in her tone.
She probably genuinely couldn’t understand why I had been so dazed.
When I finally made my way to the changing room, Cordelia had already started undressing.
As she unbuttoned her crisp, starched shirt, a glimpse of her full br3asts, clad in lingerie, peeked through.
She quickly shed her slim-fitting pants and shorts, and in an instant, she was completely naked.
Her skin was translucent white and breathtakingly beautiful.
So flawless that not a single pore or stray hair could be found, it was so radiant that it left me breathless.
To avoid being rushed by Cordelia, I quickly stripped off my own clothes.
And there we were, a man and a woman, completely naked as they were when they were born.
The sight of an absolutely stunning, completely naked woman before me had already caused my c0ck to spring to attention.
Cordelia, however, merely glanced at my erection before stepping into the bathroom.
Inside stood a porcelain claw-footed bathtub, filled with steaming water that looked perfectly warm. The tiled washing area lay just beyond the tub.
Cordelia stood there, facing me.
“Hmm,” she murmured, lifting her arms slightly to the sides. She then looked up at me, her gaze lingering on my slightly taller frame.
Under her gaze, I picked up the soap from the bathroom counter.
I lathered a rose-scented soap in my palm and began applying the foam to Cordelia’s body.

“~♪”

As I washed her, Cordelia hummed contentedly, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was letting me bathe her. She didn’t seem to recognize this as anything out of the ordinary.
…That’s right.
That’s exactly it.
This woman, Cordelia…
It took several shared baths for me to finally realize this.
…It seems she genuinely believes that having someone else wash her in the bath is perfectly normal.

“…Ugh…”

I couldn’t help but sigh.
Fortunately, Cordelia’s humming drowned out my sigh, and she didn’t seem to notice.
The first time I bathed with Cordelia was the morning after our first sexual encounter.
She had asked me to wash her back, and I did so without thinking too much about it.
But the second time, after returning from the Death Golem Dungeon, she insisted we bathe together again and made me wash her body once more.
And today was the third time.
Cordelia no longer even bothered to say “Wash me.” Her attitude alone made it clear she expected me to wash her.
Her casual assumption that I would wash her was remarkably practiced.
This wasn’t a recent habit; she had likely been bathed by someone else during her baths for a long time.
To make matters worse, she insisted I wash her with my bare hands, claiming towels and washcloths would irritate her delicate skin.
This meant I had to caress her smooth, soft skin directly with my palms, and naturally, my c0ck was rock-hard.
Yet for Cordelia herself, this wasn’t erotic, foreplay, or anything of the sort. She simply saw it as her usual bath routine, which made it all the more infuriating.

“Ufufu. You’re finally getting better at washing my body, aren’t you?”

“If you say so. But unfortunately, I’m not getting used to this at all.”

“Oh really? Isn’t this perfectly normal?”

What part of a man washing a woman’s body is normal?!
No matter how much I lathered and kneaded Cordelia’s br3asts with my soapy hands, she maintained her aloof, composed expression.
My excitement was running wild, and my d1ck was throbbing with frustration, but I had no way to calm it down.
Cordelia, completely oblivious to my state, casually said.

“Oh, right, Kent.”

“W-what is it?”

“Make sure you wash my v4g1na properly too. I didn’t get it clean enough yesterday.”

S-such cruelty…!
Following Cordelia’s instructions, I slipped my soapy hand beneath her v4g1na—her lower abdomen, her pvssy.
I ruffled her blonde pubic hair with my fingers, then reached beyond to her secret place…

“Ugh… my d1ck is getting irritated…”

“Huh? What’s wrong all of a sudden?”

“It’s not exactly ‘suddenly’…”

“Huh?”

Filled with lewd thoughts, I carefully washed Cordelia’s vulva.
Of course, I didn’t do anything more than wash her. That was the end of it.
Since Cordelia wasn’t interested in anything further, taking advantage of her would be a betrayal of her trust.
In the end, I managed to finish washing her entire body until it was sparkling clean, my p3nis dripping with pre-cum.
Washing her blonde hair thoroughly took quite a bit of time.

“Thank you. That felt really good,”

Cordelia said, oblivious to how mentally drained I was. She quickly slipped into the claw-footed bathtub.
…It seemed I couldn’t expect her to return the favor by washing me.