I Formed a Party with a Girl via an Adventurer Matching App - Chapter 46

 The Succubus Shows Her True Colors

"If you make even the slightest suspicious movement, you should assume that your head will be flying off your shoulders right then and there."

"I-I completely understand, okay……? Could you please stop staring at me with those terrifying eyes……?"

In the end, Cordelia and I decided to accept Evangeline's proposition. In short, we agreed to let this certified Succubus utilize her latent mana to induce a shared wet dream for us.

However, granting her permission to manifest a "dreamscape" inherently meant that Cordelia and I would have to forfeit consciousness in the waking world. Technically speaking, it meant falling completely asleep right in front of an active enemy combatant. Susie had fiercely opposed the deployment on the grounds that we were letting our guard down to a hazardous degree, but we managed to gain her reluctant compliance by assigning her to maintain a strict, point-blank watch over Evangeline's physical body.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road~ Both of you, could you settle comfortably into the couch for me?"

"Hmph. It's not like I harbor any latent interest in a wet dream, but if you're going to all the trouble of configuring it, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to participate."

"Exactly. I have zero baseline interest in a wet dream myself, but if it's an experience you can actively provide, it represents a rare educational opportunity."

"You both sound incredibly full of excuses, you random piece of stray garbage."

"Why are you exclusively targeting me?! Cordelia literally just delivered the exact same rationale!"

Cordelia and I sank into the couch side-by-side. The exact moment we settled, Evangeline navigated behind our positions, gently resting her palms on our shoulders.

"I'm gonna start channeling my mana directly into your physical vessels now, okay? Keep in mind that even though it's technically a dreamscape, your consciousnesses are going to be fundamentally hardwired together through my personal matrix, got it?"

"O-Oh, alright."

"Understood."

"And if this turns out to be absolutely legendary, you have to promise to give me that threesome exactly as negotiated, deal~?"

Filing her final reminder, Evangeline closed her eyes and began to concentrate her internal focus.

Almost instantly, a gentle, radiating warmth began to transfer from her sun-kissed palms, bleeding deeply into our shoulders.

"How are you feeling, Milady? Master Kent? If anything whatsoever causes you the slightest degree of discomfort, I will effortlessly sever this creature's neck on the spot, so please do not hesitate to command—"

Susie's voice—which had once again drifted into a thoroughly ominous threat parameter—was abruptly cut short.

"Huh?"

"What?"

The very next second, every single visual aspect of our immediate environment completely transformed.

The luxury apartment living room we had been occupying a microsecond prior was completely gone, leaving behind zero structural traces. In its place was a vast, completely infinite expanse of pure, unmitigated white. If our own physical silhouettes didn't cast localized shadows directly beneath our feet, it would have been logistically impossible to even register the environment as a "three-dimensional space."

Furthermore, the structural transformation had actively extended to our personal parameters as well.

"Wait, what? Our clothes are……"

"We've been stripped completely bare."

Before we had even registered the transition, we had been rendered into a state of absolute, stark nudity. What's more, my cock was already standing completely rigid, pointing aggressively upward in a state of absolute, maximum combat readiness. The reality that my penis had bypassed every single phase of preliminary arousal to hit an instantaneous, rock-hard erection was intense enough to cause me a minor degree of bewilderment.

Cordelia, similarly executing a highly skeptical analysis, ran a digital check across her lower abdomen.

"I'm already completely flooded with fluid. How on earth did this manifest so rapidly?"

We traded a bewildered look, but the active catalyst behind these physiological anomalies was blindingly obvious.

"……So, structurally speaking, this is the reality of a Succubus wet dream?"

"Evidently, yes."

The transition of our conscious focus from the waking world into the dreamscape matrix had executed with such seamless, frictionless precision that our brains hadn't even registered the shift in real-time.

The environment felt entirely devoid of structural anomalies. Yet, because it was so flawlessly convincing, it felt fundamentally uncanny.

When you actually evaluated the logistics, a physical realm consisting of an infinite, endless white void was a geographical impossibility in the real world. Without a shadow of a doubt, our conscious minds were currently operating within a dream.

Having fully synthesized the parameters of our situation, Cordelia and I faced each other once more.

"……Hmm. I mean, it's true that we've both been stripped naked and our reproductive tracts are verified to be at maximum readiness."

"But when you build it up as a 'top-tier, supreme wet dream engineered by a Succubus'……"

To be perfectly frank, we couldn't detect a single operational difference between this space and our everyday reality. While the spell itself undoubtedly required an astronomical tier of magical skill to execute, if the sensory feedback was entirely identical to the real world, it felt logistically pointless to go through the trouble of having sex inside a dream.

"Well, since we're already locked into the server, we might as well do it."

"True. We coupled relentlessly last night…… but I suppose a routine confirmation check wouldn't hurt."

"Though it's a bit annoying that she didn't even bother to render a bed in this layout."

"It's thoroughly unhospitable. The second we wake up, we're going to have to discipline that erotic demon."

Exchanging these casual, lighthearted quips, we leaned in close and wrapped our bare arms around each other's torsos.

The exact millisecond our skin established direct contact—

"Eh……?"

I had ejaculated. And I had done so from the mere act of wrapping my arms around her body.

Discharging straight from the peak of my hyper-rigid erection, a high-velocity torrent of semen violently erupted into the white void. The payload hit Cordelia directly across her midriff, heavily splattering her skin with thick, white fluid.

"I-I am so sorry……! My cock just experienced a complete, unmitigated accidental discharge…… wait, what?"

My frantic attempt to defend my performance metrics died directly in my throat. Cordelia was looking slightly downward, her entire naked form twitching and spasming in violent, rhythmic tremors.

As I stared at her with wide, stunned eyes, she managed to force out a reply through a stream of hot, ragged, accelerated breathing.

"I-It's fine…… because I…… I just hit a massive climax too……"

At that exact moment, a vivid memory flashed through my mind: the events of our absolute first night together. On that fateful evening when our bare bodies had connected for the very first time, our systems had been entirely overwhelmed by the sheer, unmitigated pleasure of a 200%+ compatibility rating, forcing us both to execute a simultaneous, instantaneous climax the exact microsecond penetration was established.

Granted, our systems had naturally acclimated to those intense metrics after the first night, preventing a secondary recurrence of that caliber…… until now. That identical, explosive sensation of pure, uncontrollable ecstasy was violently overriding our nervous systems all over again.

Which meant, logistically speaking……

"This is the active compounding effect of the wet dream…… isn't it?"

"It certainly…… seems that way."

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