I Formed a Party with a Girl via an Adventurer Matching App - Chapter 43

 The Strange Thing Collapsed on the Balcony

"Huh? The Second Seat of the Demon King’s Elite Four, Evangeline the Succubus? If you’re going to construct a blatant lie, at least make it structurally believable."

"B-But it’s the absolute truth though~~?!"

……How on earth did the local situation deteriorate into this specific configuration?

Last night, I—the entity known as Kent—engaged in routine intercourse with Cordelia, just like any other evening. That part was perfectly standard.

During the early phase of the night, Susie had also aggressively requested a session under the operational pretext of executing a "food-tasting safety check," but her stamina didn't even register as a proper appetizer. That was also a relatively frequent occurrence lately, so I was willing to overlook it.

Ultimately, having thoroughly enjoyed a massive volume of intercourse until the late hours of the night, we had inadvertently lost consciousness together right on the living room couch.

Then, an UberBird arriving to deliver an early-morning package started creating a massive acoustic ruckus right on the other side of the glass. Woken up by the noise, I frantically navigated my way toward the balcony to manage the delivery…… and that was when I established direct visual contact with its presence.

"Huh? What is that thing?"

Cordelia let out a sharp whisper, her tone carrying the exact caliber of revulsion one might use upon discovering a fresh pile of vomit.

The entity in question was collapsed completely flat on her back, lying proudly right in the geometric center of our expansive outdoor balcony.

She was an exotic, striking beauty possessing dark, sun-kissed skin. A mass of fluffy, lavender-colored hair was splayed wide across the balcony floorboards, heavily tangled with fine particles of urban dust. Furthermore, she was completely devoid of a single shred of structural clothing.

Well, to be statistically precise, the shredded remnants of what had once functioned as garments were scattered across the immediate perimeter. It appeared to have been a highly reflective, glossy black bodysuit. However, the material was currently completely butchered into ribbons, as if it had been aggressively sliced apart by a series of razor-sharp blades. It was structurally impossible to ever thread an arm through those sleeves again.

She boasted an incredibly voluptuous bust, and her lower abdomen was intricately decorated with a thoroughly lewd, explicit crest—a literal succubus womb-tattoo. Combined with her absolute, stark nudity, she looked exactly like a textbook exhibitionist. Or a hyper-deviant nymphomaniac. Given that the area surrounding her groin was thoroughly coated in a heavy layer of dried, caked fluids, it was visually obvious she had been engaging in a frantic session of auto-erotic masturbation right on our floor.

A supremely sketchy, highly suspicious trespasser was currently unconscious on our private balcony. ……Should I immediately hand her over to the military police?

Just as the tactical calculation crossed my mind, I noticed a distinct anomaly regarding the naked beauty lying before us.

"……Wait a minute."

"What’s wrong, Kent? Let’s just call the military police and get this over with. Honestly, Susie, how long do you intend to remain limp on the floor?"

"I think…… I’ve actually seen this woman before……"

"Huh? Where on earth could you have possibly encountered a public degenerate like this?"

Where could I have possibly seen a degenerate of this caliber? Precisely because her behavior was so entirely non-standard, executing a quick search through my internal memory matrix yielded an immediate hit regarding her identity.

"Ah. This is that exact crazy girl who randomly rammed her body into me while I was walking through the commercial sector yesterday afternoon, causing a massive scene by screaming 'Let's have sex right now!' at the top of her lungs."

"Oh, perfect. So she’s a certified degenerate either way. All you’ve done is append a secondary charge to her active rap sheet."

"I was certain I managed to lose her during my tactical retreat yesterday, so why on earth is she lying on our balcony……?"

"Isn't it obvious? She clearly stalked you all the way back to our residence."

"Are you serious……? An active, high-mobility stalker-degenerate is borderline hazardous……"

"Well, she clearly went through an immense amount of logistical effort just to have intercourse with you. How wonderful for your ego. Why don't you just give her what she wants?"

"I would absolutely rather die……"

Just as Cordelia and I were completing our verbal exchange—

"Ngh…… ahuhn……? ~~♡"

Emitting a thoroughly, excessively erotic moan, the resident degenerate finally reclaimed consciousness.

Blinking her eyes repeatedly to clear the lingering haze of sleep, her out-of-focus gaze slowly drifted across our positions.

However, as the visual data processed and the reality of her current environment finally registered in her brain, her gorgeous features rapidly contorted into a pale, horrified expression.

……And then.

"…………S-Se,"

" "……Se?" "

Cordelia and I simultaneously tilted our heads in identical confusion. Immediately following her stutter, the dark-skinned beauty looked up at us and delivered her primary request.

"……I want to have sex, though……? With me……?"

"……………………"

"……………………"

Wow. As expected, she really was just a baseline degenerate.

"Right. I’m calling the military police."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Why?! Why are you casually trying to summon the state authorities right now?!"

"What do you mean 'why'? The moment a model citizen encounters a public degenerate, handing them over to the military police is a fundamental civic duty."

"Where on earth do you see a degenerate around here?!"

"Directly in front of me."

"I am absolutely not a degenerate, okay?!"

"Every single degenerate in history uses the exact phrase 'I am not a degenerate'o to describe themselves."

"That's completely unfair! You’re treating me like a blackout drunk person who insists they’re 'perfectly sober'!"

"Susie. Force yourself awake this instant. What was the direct emergency frequency for the military police headquarters again?"

"Nnngh…… Master Kent’s pelvic velocity was far too devastating, I physically cannot command my legs to stand yet…… Wait, what hour is it, Milady?!"

"Never mind the time, just provide the military police frequency."

"Huh?"

"Wah—?! Wait, wait, wait! Please do not involve the sovereign executive power of the state!"

Executing a frantic, explosive movement, she bolted upright and desperately latched onto Cordelia's garments, begging for clemency.

It was at that exact moment that Cordelia and I finally registered the visual anomalies. There were several biological characteristics present on her anatomy that were structurally impossible for a standard human organism to possess.

Protruding neatly from her head was a pair of petite, twisted horns. Sprouting from her back was a pair of expansive, bat-like wings. And extending directly from her voluptuous, peach-like buttocks was a long, slender, whip-like tail.

Noticing that Cordelia and I had completely frozen with wide, unblinking eyes, the mysterious, dark-skinned exhibitionist let out a soft, panicked "Ah". However, realizing that her highly explicit demonic traits had been thoroughly verified, she clearly deduced that attempting to conceal them at this stage was logistically pointless.

Biting her lower lip as if anchoring her internal resolve, her expression suddenly sharpened into a fierce, aggressive glare as she bellowed at us.

"I-I happen to be the Second Seat of the Demon King’s Elite Four, Evangeline the Succubus, you hear me?!"

……And because the claim was entirely impossible to process at face value, the verbal debate that followed was precisely the conversation recorded at the very beginning of this log.

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