I Formed a Party with a Girl via an Adventurer Matching App - Chapter 34

 Camping and Bathing in the Lake

Compared to the inside of a walled city, nightfall comes much faster in the outside world.

Whenever I mention this to normal citizens who aren't adventurers and never leave the safety of the gates, they usually brush it off immediately. They argue that time moves at the exact same pace whether you are inside the city or out, so night should naturally fall at the exact same time.

But that isn't what I mean.

In the world outside the fortress walls, there are essentially no buildings constructed for human habitation. Because monsters and wild beasts roam the wilderness freely, it is a highly dangerous environment for ordinary citizens to live in.

Without buildings housing human life, there are no artificial lights to ignite as daylight fades. That is what it means for night to arrive faster. The moment the sun dips below the horizon, the absolute lack of man-made illumination causes the surroundings to plunge into pitch-black darkness all at once.

"When you position yourself in a completely dark world like this, you really learn to appreciate the light provided by nature."

Muttering the thought aloud, I cast my gaze upward toward the heavens.

Hovering silently in the sky above was a perfectly round moon. Piercing through a completely cloudless expanse, the brilliant, platinum-colored orb radiated a gorgeous, pristine glow that illuminated the landscape around us.

"Spare me the philosophical commentary. The moon is just the moon. What on earth is the point of standing there appreciating a celestial object?"

Cordelia, however, shot down my sentiment with an entirely uninterested, stone-faced delivery. The moon is just the moon……? Well, yeah, strictly speaking, it is. But come on, there’s more to it than that. It’s the moon! When you stare up at it, shouldn't you feel some kind of profound, indescribable emotion swelling in your chest?

"……Look, I’m only trying to teach you the inherent beauty of spending time in nature because you’ve done nothing but complain about how much you prefer the city and how much you despise sleeping outside."

"Huh? It is pitch-black, incredibly inconvenient, and infested with disgusting, creepy insects."

"Wow, you really are a total city girl!"

And here I thought the weather was spectacular and the moon looked exceptionally beautiful tonight.

"Come on, Cordelia, look closer. Can't you clearly discern the outline of the young girl carrying a bucket on the lunar surface?"

"Not even a little bit."

She wasn't giving me an inch. To be completely honest, I couldn't really see it either. From ancient times, people have claimed to see rabbits pounding rice cakes or a crab raising a single pincer up there, but to look at the moon and come up with those shapes—didn't the ancients possess an entirely too overactive imagination?

As I stood there let out a low hum while staring blankly at the sky, Cordelia suddenly let out a soft sigh.

"Rather than staring at a moon that is millions of miles away, wouldn't your time be far more productively spent looking at the woman standing right next to you?"

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Hit with an absolutely devastating killer line out of nowhere, my gaze snapped away from the celestial sphere and locked instantly onto Cordelia.

Standing a mere arm's length away from me, Cordelia was fully exposed to the elements.

Bathed from head to toe in the pale, silver glow of the moonlight as if standing beneath a theatrical spotlight, she was shamelessly flaunting her pristine, naked physique. Her ample breasts were beautifully rounded, capped with perky, rose-colored nipples that stood firm in the cool night air. Her slender, curved waist featured a neat, vertical navel, and her feminine hip line transitioned elegantly into exceptionally long, graceful legs.

It was a divine, breathtaking form that looked as though a goddess herself had descended upon the earth. Beneath the silvery moonlight, her bare skin exuded a mystical, almost ethereal aura.

"Ngh."

Jerking her chin slightly, she prompted me to take action.

Standing fully nude, Cordelia extended both arms out horizontally to her sides, waiting in a poised, stationary stance. For the record, I was standing directly opposite her in the exact same state of total nudity.

The location where the two of us were facing off was a secluded lakeshore situated a short distance away from the cave we had chosen as our emergency camp. Right beneath our feet, beautifully transparent, crystal-clear water lapped gently against the shore, kicking up soft splashes.

Because this region was situated in close proximity to the Tower of the Slime Queen—an environment officially designated as an extreme-difficulty hazard zone—virtually no ordinary adventurers ever ventured anywhere near it. Taking full advantage of our total isolation, we had decided to utilize the pristine lake to wash our bodies.

"Ngh."

Cordelia jerked her chin a second time, her expression demanding that I hurry up.

Having been meticulously raised as a high-society young lady from birth, Cordelia's fundamental definition of a bath involved having another person manually scrub her down. This deeply ingrained aristocratic conditioning apparently carried over flawlessly to an outdoor lakeshore, as she naturally expected me to act as her personal servant.

"Alright, alright. Just give me a second."

Unscrewing the cap of the glass vial I was holding, I tilted the container at an angle. A thick, viscous stream of that sinister, deep purple slime fluid poured directly into my open palm.

Watching the substance emerge, Cordelia immediately twisted her face into a look of undisguised disgust.

"Wait a minute. Is that hideous fluid seriously supposed to function as a substitute for soap?"

"It absolutely does."

Slime secretions possess an innate self-purifying property; simply coating the skin with the fluid effectively breaks down and removes dirt and sweat. It didn't generate a thick lather like standard soap, making the tactile experience entirely different, but the final cleansing result was identical.

Rubbing a generous amount of the Slime Queen's fluid between both hands, I stepped forward and began to systematically smooth the gel across Cordelia's outstretched body.

"Ngh……"

Listening to a sleek, soft gasp slip from her throat, I continued to slather the viscous fluid across her beautiful, alluring contours.

"How does it feel?"

"I-I suppose…… ahnn…… simply having it smoothed across my skin feels remarkably pleasant…… ngh……"

While the texture of the fluid was incredibly thick, it didn't leave behind a sticky, suffocating residue. Instead, the gel felt exceptionally sleek, gliding over her flesh with a smooth, intensely satisfying lubricity.

"……While the sensation itself is highly comfortable…… ngh…… is there truly nothing that can be done about this horrific, dark purple coloration?"

"This is the natural pigment of the creature's secretions, so there's no helping it. But look, as I smooth it out thinner across your skin, the color is starting to fade into something much lighter."

"I see…… ahnn…… ngh…… haah…… ahnn……"

Come to think of it, Cordelia’s vocalizations were sounding exceptionally sultry tonight. Normally, when I washed her body in a standard bath, she would nonchalantly hum a little tune to pass the time. Tonight, however, she seemed to completely lose her casual composure, letting out a continuous stream of quiet, ragged pants.

"W-Wait, Kent. Kindly cease utilizing such an incredibly lewd, suggestive touch to cleanse me."

"Huh? I'm literally using the exact same motion I always do."

"B-But…… every single time your palms glide across the surface of my skin…… ah, ahnn…… ngh…… the sheer, intense pleasure of it…… ahh……"

Before long, Cordelia had entered a state of intense, visible arousal. Her cheeks were heavily flushed with a feverish heat, and her breathing had grown incredibly ragged and heavy. The moment I cupped my hands over her ample breasts, her nipples—swollen into rigid, sensitive peaks—pressed sharply against my palms.

Staring down at her own body coated in the glistening, viscous fluid of the Slime Queen, Cordelia murmured through half-lidded, heavy eyes.

"It appears…… ahnn…… your claim regarding its cleansing properties was entirely accurate. I can physically feel the sweat and impurities being systematically lifted away from my skin."

"R-Right?"

"However, this substance…… ahnn…… almost certainly possesses a potent aphrodisiac property, does it not……? ……Ahnn, haah, haah……"

"……Are you serious?"

It was, fundamentally speaking, a batch of slime fluid. But more importantly, it wasn't harvested from an ordinary monster; this fluid belonged to an executive general of the Demon King's Army holding the third seat among the Elite Four.

As a general rule, the drop-items harvested from slaughtered monsters scale directly with the creature's power, leaving behind increasingly rare materials and exotic properties. If that logic held true, then the Slime Queen's secretions almost certainly contained special status-altering attributes completely absent in common strains.

An aphrodisiac effect.

Having blindly slathered the substance over herself under the assumption that it was standard soap, Cordelia was now trapped in a state of frantic, body-twisting arousal.

"‘Is that so?’ is hardly an acceptable conclusion to this situation, Kent."

A sudden jolt of electricity shot through my shoulders. Simultaneously, my dick executed a sharp, violent twitch.

Standing right before me was Cordelia, her entire body coated in a glistening layer of slick, highly lubricated fluid. And her right hand was currently locked in a vice-like grip around my shaft, making it crystal clear that she had absolutely zero intention of letting me escape.

My rigidly erect cock was fully engulfed by her slick, slime-coated palm. The direct, unmitigated friction against my most sensitive areas delivered a cataclysmic wave of pure pleasure that felt completely out of this world. To make matters worse, because that aphrodisiac-laced fluid was now being directly applied to my shaft, my lower half instantly began to burn with a raging, explosive heat.

"If I recall correctly, you were the one who insisted on meticulously harvesting every single drop of this Slime Queen fluid, yes?"

"Y-Yeah…… ahyaah! Wait, Cordelia…… when you rub that slick gel directly against the glans…… it's too much, it feels entirely too good, ahhhg!"

Licking the corner of her lips with a quick flick of her tongue, Cordelia systematically tortured my shaft with slick, highly lubricated strokes. Her fluid-soaked palm maintained a flawlessly tight seal against my skin, directly overstimulating every single nerve ending along my dick.

"Come to think of it, you were the one who stepped in to save me when the Slime Queen attempted to launch a blind-spot assault against my position, weren't you?"

"D-Did I do that?"

"You did. And yet, I believe I have yet to properly convey my profound gratitude to you for coming to my aid at that moment."

Sinking down to her knees, Cordelia crouched directly before my groin. Her eyes locked with absolute, unwavering precision onto my heavily engorged, slime-glistening erection.

Continuing to stroke my rigid cock with a mixture of intense affection and a subtle hint of playful malice, Cordelia cast her eyes upward to look directly into my face.

"As a proper token of my appreciation, I shall graciously allow you to receive my personal oral service. Accept it with due reverence."

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