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 3

“This towel might be getting a little dirty,”

Cordelia murmured after her bath, unwrapping the towel she’d used to dry her wet hair.
I leaned over to take a look, but it didn’t seem particularly discolored.
Noticing my gaze, Cordelia added defensively,

“It smells a little.”

“Yeah. I guess with a towel, that kind of thing might bother you.”

“Yes, it bothers me.”

Cordelia nodded and tossed the towel into the trash without hesitation.

“Whoa! Wait a minute!”

“What?! What’s with that all of a sudden?”

Startled by her sudden act, I fished the towel out of the trash.
The simple white towel was damp but completely free of stains.
If anything, being thrown into the trash had only made it slightly dusty and dirty.

“Hey, you… I know you like me, but could you stop digging through the trash? Even if we’re super compatible, if you’re this desperate for me, I’m starting to get a little creeped out.”

“Why are you the one getting creeped out in this situation?!”

I carefully folded the still-new towel as I spoke to Cordelia.

“Why did you suddenly throw this towel away? It’s still perfectly usable!”

“Huh? But it smells.”

“Just wash it!”

“Wash it…?”

“Wait, why are you looking so blank? How do you normally do laundry?!”

By the way, the usual way to do laundry is to soak the clothes in a clean river if one is nearby, or in a tub of water if not, and then stomp them clean.
But Cordelia’s answer was this.

“Laundry? That’s something professionals handle. Why would anyone do it themselves?”

“Well, I mean… I’ve heard there are services that clean delicate clothes carefully to avoid damaging them…”

“If it’s not worth sending to a professional, I just throw it away.”

“What are you doing?!”

“If a towel gets dirty, why not just throw it away and buy a new one?”

“That’s such a waste!!!”

“Wh-what are you so mad about…”

Cordelia flinched at my outburst.
It seemed she wasn’t joking.
She truly seemed to have never done laundry before. When something got dirty, her only options were to have it washed for her or throw it away.
As I was dumbfounded, she must have realized how out of touch she was with the world, as she pouted and said,

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Come to think of it, I think I heard you used to do laundry before.”

“Don’t act like you’re repeating some old wives’ tale!”

“But even then, it was the maid who did it. I’ve never done it myself, so I wouldn’t know how.”

Cordelia’s aura was indeed far removed from the practicalities of daily life, like doing laundry. Even though she was just a fledgling adventurer, she lived in such a luxurious room.
Even if it was just a loan, she paid for expensive adventuring gear in one go without hesitation.
And the way she casually declared she’d never even done laundry… her utter lack of worldly experience was striking.
This woman, Cordelia…
I’d had a vague suspicion, but… could it be that she’s even more sheltered than I thought?
If her family had maids, they must have been quite wealthy.
Why would such a naive rich girl become an adventurer?
Swallowed by the whirlpool of questions that had suddenly erupted, I fell completely silent.
Cordelia, looking uncomfortable, kept glancing at me… but then.
Knock knock.
The sound echoed through the room.
It seemed to be coming from outside the bathroom, near the entrance.
It was probably a knock announcing a visitor.
The front door of this room had a brass lion-shaped door knocker, so the knocks sounded low and thud-thud.

“Yes, yes. Who could it be?”

Seizing the opportunity to escape the awkward atmosphere, Cordelia hurried toward the entrance.
Then came the click of the door opening.
…Huh?
Didn’t she just get out of the bath?
Like me, she was still wearing her bathrobe, right?
And wasn’t her chest still flushed from the bath, with her robe gaping open at the neckline…?

“Hey, Cordelia, wait a minute—!”

I rushed after her, but I was one step too late.
Cordelia was already at the entrance, opening the door in response to the knock.
The door slowly swung open, revealing Cordelia in her bathrobe.
Beyond stood a woman dressed in a classic maid’s uniform.
She appeared to be in her mid-to-late twenties.
Her deep blue hair was tied up in a bun, and she was wearing a white headdress.
Large, round glasses obscured her eyes, framing a round nose and tightly pursed, thin lips.
Small moles dotted the corners of her eyes and lips, and her makeup was minimal.
She wore a long-sleeved black dress that reached her ankles, covered by a thick, pristine white apron.
Her hands were encased in sheer white gloves, fingers extended straight and neatly aligned.
She was about to give a small bow to Cordelia, who had welcomed her, when she opened her eyes wide and yelled,

“What are you dressed like when you come out, Lady Cordelia?”

Cordelia, equally surprised, murmured,

“Susie! What are you doing here…?”

“That’s not important right now! It’s your attire! Greeting guests in such a state is utterly improper!”

Susie forcefully pushed Cordelia back into the room and followed her inside.

“For a young lady of your age to venture outside with so much skin exposed is outrageous! And look! Your neckline is far too low!”

After Susie closed the front door, she seemed relieved that they were no longer in public view.
She let out a single sigh of relief and turned to Cordelia.

“Honestly, Miss! If some old geezer were to catch you in such a state, I might just accidentally poke his eyes out!”

Finally composed, Susie slowly shifted her gaze past Cordelia’s bathrobe-clad shoulder into the room.
And then she spotted me standing there dazedly, also wearing a bathrobe.

“…Y-you old geezer!”

I had no choice but to scramble away from Susie as she charged at me, her right hand formed into a menacing scissors shape.