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 8

I slipped out of my bathrobe and sat naked on the edge of the couch, Susie kneeling before me.
Her slender fingers extended, carefully stroking and milking my rock-hard erection with practiced strokes.

“Ah… aah… That feels so good… So good, Susie…”

“Is that so? Are you about to ejaculate?”

“U-uh… no, not yet…”

“Is that so? Then how about this technique?”

“Ah… aah… Th-that’s it…! Rubbing my glans with your palm like that… It feels incredible…!”

“Is that so? Are you about to ejaculate?”

“N-not yet…”

“Tch. You’re quite the slow-poke for someone with a horse’s bone.”

“But it’s only been a minute since you started…”

Her movements were meticulous, but the barbs in her words still lurked beneath the surface.
Susie, a deep furrow etched between her brows, continued to stroke my erect c0ck with practiced strokes. The clear message radiating from her was that she was only doing this out of duty to protect her mistress.

“Why the sour face? You don’t have to do this if you hate it so much, you know?”

“This is a poison tasting before the young lady’s meal. Does anyone willingly, happily taste poison?”

“I bet you could find someone if you looked hard enough. Just one…”

“There isn’t. No one’s that eccentric. I’m only doing this for the young lady’s sake.”

Despite her grumbling, Susie didn’t slow her hand. With her right hand rhythmically stroking the length of my c0ck, she occasionally used her left to trace the meatus or grind against the glans, varying her techniques to relentlessly tease me.

“Haa… haa… You sure know a lot of different ways to jerk someone off. It feels incredible…”

“I’m honored by your praise,” Susie said, sounding anything but honored.

“Even a lowly maid like myself must anticipate such duties to satisfy her master’s needs. I’ve studied accordingly.”

“What…? Do maids really take care of your private parts…!?”
I asked, startled, and Susie snorted.

“I’ve prepared for the day when the young lady might have a younger brother who comes to me and says, ‘Susie, my p3nis has gotten so big it won’t go down… Is this a disease…?'”

“…Cordelia, does she have a younger brother?”

“No, she doesn’t. She is the only daughter of the Salisbury couple.”

“…Then, that whole thing about a younger brother being confused by his first erection?”

“He’s a figment of my imagination.”

“So, you were practicing handjobs to prepare for taking care of a nonexistent younger brother?”

“His name is Lord Alvin.”

“You even gave him a name?!”

Susie bit her lower lip and lowered her head slightly.

“The Salisbury couple is very much in love, but… unfortunately, the lady’s health isn’t very strong. That’s why it would be difficult for them to have a younger brother.”

“Ah, I see…?”

“I wanted to do it so badly…! Take care of Lord Alvin’s little…!”

“You… you’re just a perverted shotacon maid, aren’t you?!”

“Ugh… I studied so hard, hoping to gently guide adorable little penises—’ It’s called a p3nis, not a ‘pee-pee’!’—and teach them with tender care… And now I’m stuck taking care of this violent p3nis!”

Susie said this, her shoulders shaking with genuine frustration.
To make matters worse, even after her perverted shotacon maid tendencies were exposed, her handjob still felt amazing.
It seemed her studies had been quite effective after all.
Moaning from Susie’s handjob, I leaned back against the couch’s backrest.
Then, Cordelia came into view, sitting on the dining table beyond the living room, clad in a bathrobe.
She was waiting there for Susie to finish “tasting” the food.
But why was she sitting alone at the dining table?
As I observed her, I noticed she seemed preoccupied with her nails.
It appeared Cordelia was happily giving herself a manicure.
She began applying the nail polish with such enthusiasm, she looked like she might even start humming.
Finally, Cordelia seemed to notice my gaze.

“Hehe. What do you think? It’s a lovely color, isn’t it?”

Cordelia smirked and flaunted her freshly painted nails at me.
The red nail polish, which was not yet completely dry, shone brightly and seemed to illuminate me.