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 10

Thud! Thud! Thud! Bang! Bang!

“…Nngh…?”

My consciousness, deep in the throes of sleep, was violently jolted awake by the strange noises reverberating through the room.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar bedroom.
There seemed to be a large window beside the bed.
Early morning sunlight filtered through slightly open curtains, casting faint shadows across the room.
There I was, lying naked on the bed.
And there, clinging to me, was a beautiful woman who was also sleeping naked.
The rhythmic pounding continued unabated: Bang! Bang!

“…Nngh…? What’s that racket? So damn loud… I’m exhausted here… Nngh… Mmm…”

She wasn’t fully awake yet and spoke in a lisping tone.
She… Cordelia Salisbury… rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand like a cat.
Then, with a yawn that stretched her jaw, she turned toward the source of the strange noise… the window where the morning sun streamed in.
With a casual motion, she flung open the curtains that had been drawn shut.
And there…
A large number of birds were tapping on the glass window with their sharp beaks, peering into the room.

“Whoooooaaaa!?”

The bizarre scene made me yelp involuntarily.
The large window seemed to be a bay window, and more than ten birds seemed to have gathered around it.
Cordelia was staring blankly at the terrible scene by the window,

“…… Oh no! It’s that time already!?”

It seemed her consciousness was gradually returning. In the next moment, she suddenly bolted upright in a panic.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m sorry! I’ll open it now!”

With that, she walked completely naked to the bay window and unlocked it with a click.

“Hey! There are birds outside! If you open that window— Aaahhh!”

Just as I feared, over a dozen birds burst into the room through the window Cordelia had opened.
The space was filled with frantic flapping sounds. I shrank back, fearing worse might follow.

“…Huh?”

Contrary to expectations, the birds didn’t thrash about. Instead, they lined up neatly on the bedside table.
The birds ranged from brightly colored ones to the common doves.
The birds ranged from brightly colored ones to the common doves.
While I was wondering what was going on, Cordelia opened the boxes each bird was carrying and took something out of them.
Seeing the lineup of items she retrieved, I slapped my knee in sudden understanding.

“Oh, newspapers?”

“And milk too. Plus some medicinal herbs.”

The contents of the boxes were rolled-up newspapers.
Apparently, these birds delivered morning papers to Cordelia every day – part of a new delivery service called “Uberbird” that had recently become popular.
When she placed coins into the empty boxes, the birds squawked in unison.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

“See you later! Gorioyo!”

“Gaaah! Gaaah!”

“Don’t worry about that, you stupid bird! Stupid bird!”

Then they flew out the window one by one.
…There was one bird who seemed like he needed a proper education, but let’s put that aside for now.

“Cordelia, you’re amazing. You get so many newspapers every morning?”

“It’s nothing special. As an adventurer, keeping up with current events is just common sense.”

Cordelia replied, puffing out her chest. Her ample br3asts swayed visibly with the motion.
The bedside table held seven newspapers from different shops. Alongside them lay milk bottles, medicinal herbs, potions, what appeared to be premium ice cream, and even a morning salad.
The table itself wasn’t particularly large, yet it had been swiftly overwhelmed by the delivery. The sight was impressive, though Cordelia treated it as a routine occurrence.
She seemed to plan on reading the papers later, loosely bundling them and pushing them to the corner of the table.
Each of Cordelia’s ordinary movements, illuminated by the dazzling morning sun, seemed to take on a sacred quality.
Her skin was a luminous white, her b00bs full and shapely, her waist curved with a natural elegance, and her hips carried a charming roundness.
Her limbs were long and slender, the model’s physique so perfect it seemed incongruous with an adventurer’s life.
This beautiful Cordelia now stood naked before me, her body moving with purposeful grace.
…So last night wasn’t a dream after all.
The entire night had been spent drowning in the most exquisite pleasure, hips undulating endlessly as we lost count of climaxes.
So consumed by our passion, we’d fucked until unconsciousness claimed us, collapsing into a shared slumber that lasted until dawn.

“…What are you staring at?”

Cordelia glared at me, perhaps noticing my wandering gaze. She attempted to cover her ample chest with her arm, though the gesture betrayed lingering embarrassment.
Not that it did much good—those massive b00bs couldn’t be concealed at all.

“Oh, my whole body is sticky with sweat, probably because we did it all night last night.”

She must have realized how slick her skin was when she touched herself.

“Someone did whatever they wanted to me, and my pvssy is soaking wet with dried semen. This is the worst.”

“S-sorry…”

“I need to take a proper bath this morning. I ended up not being able to take a bath yesterday either.”

Grumbling, Cordelia opened the door leading to the living room. She was probably heading for the bathroom.
In a world where communal baths are the norm, having a private bathroom at home is such a luxury.
Really, this girl lives in a place that makes me doubt she’s a fledgling adventurer.
As I remain seated on the bed, Cordelia calls out, “Hey.”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. I’m saying I’m going to take a bath.”

“? Just take a bath.”

“You should wash my back.”

“…Huh?”

When I stare blankly, Cordelia chuckles.

“You apologized earlier, didn’t you? If you’re sorry, you should do your best to make it up to me. So first, take a bath with me and wash my body properly. Understood?”

“…Uh, yeah.”

“Or is it embarrassing to bathe with me?”

“No way!”

“Hehe. Well, then let’s take a bath together. When we get out, there’ll be some ice cream. It’s mine. But I’ll let you have a bite. Then, after you eat breakfast and read the paper, well…”

Cordelia stopped speaking, put her fingers on her chin, and smiled.

“Let’s discuss what we should do to form a party, Kent…”

With that, she flicked her blond hair and left the bedroom.
Cordelia Salisbury.
A woman with the worst personality, who graduated at the top of her training academy despite being utterly disagreeable, yet a proven adventurer of unquestionable skill.
…It seems that for me, she is the perfect partner, with excellent compatibility, and we will be spending time together from now on.
Adventures and everything else, too.