I Formed a Party with a Girl via an Adventurer Matching App - Chapter 25

 Time for the Poison Test

Having shed my bathrobe, I sat leaning back slightly on the edge of the couch stark naked, with Susie kneeling perfectly straight in the formal seiza posture directly in front of me. Wrapping her long, slender fingers around my rock-hard, fiercely throbbing cock, she began to meticulously stroke it with a highly disciplined handjob.

"Ah, a-ahhh…… that feels amazing…… it feels incredible, Susie……" 

"Is that so? Are you on the verge of ejaculation yet?" 

"Ngh…… no, well, not quite yet……" 

"Is that so? Then how does a stroking method such as this suit you?" 

"Ah, a-ahhh…… t-that……! Grinding your palm directly against the glans feels absolutely spectacular……!" 

"Is that so? Are you on the verge of ejaculation yet?" 

"N-No, not yet……" 

"Tch. For a godforsaken nobody, you certainly take an infuriatingly long time to release." 

"I mean, it hasn't even been a full minute since you started jerking me off……"

Though her technique was thoroughly detailed and attentive, her commentary remained as sharp and laced with thorns as ever.

Her brow furrowed into deep lines of irritation, Susie continued to rhythmically slide her hand up and down my erect shaft. The underlying sentiment that she was only forcing herself to execute this act for the sole purpose of protecting her mistress was forcefully conveyed through every single stroke.

"You know, you don't have to look quite so intensely miserable while giving me a handjob. Right?" 

"This is an official poison test prior to my lady partaking in her meal. Who in their right mind would ever voluntarily, cheerfully conduct a poison test?" 

"I'm pretty sure if you looked hard enough, you'd find at least one weirdo out there……" 

"There is no such person. No one is that eccentric. My only motivation for enduring this is my absolute devotion to my lady."

Despite raining down a non-stop stream of complaints, Susie didn't let her pace slacken for a single second. While her right hand rhythmically massaged the entire length of my penis, she occasionally incorporated her left hand into the mix—tracing the tip of the urethra or applying targeted, circular friction right against the ridge of the corona, assaulting my senses with a diverse and highly sophisticated repertoire of manual stimulation.

"Haah, haah…… y-you really know a dizzying variety of ways to stroke a guy. It feels ridiculously good……" 

"I am deeply honored by your praise," Susie replied, sounding entirely less than honored.

"I am a housemaid, however marginal. In order to properly alleviate any potential frustrations harbored by those I serve, I actively anticipated chores of this nature and studied accordingly." 

"Wait……? Do housemaids normally handle that specific brand of personal care……?!"

As my heart skipped a beat and I voiced my sheer shock, Susie simply let out a sharp, dismissive snort.

"I was anticipating a hypothetical scenario where a young master might be born to the Salisbury family one day, and might approach me in confidence saying, 'Susie, my tummy-tail got so big and it won't go away…… is it a scary sickness……?'"

"…………"

"……Does Cordelia actually have a younger brother?" 

"She does not. She is the sole, precious daughter of the Salisbury house." 

"……Then who exactly is this younger brother who gets bewildered by his first erection?" 

"A pure byproduct of my own imagination." 

"You studied the fine art of manual stimulation for a completely fictional brother just so you could prepare to handle his non-existent downstairs business?!" 

"His name is Master Alvin." 

"You even gave him a full name?!"

At that, Susie bit her lower lip sharply and cast her eyes down in a brief, somber moment of reflection.

"The Lord and Lady Salisbury possess an extraordinarily close, affectionate relationship…… but unfortunately, the mistress's physical constitution is quite frail. Consequently, it was determined that giving birth to a younger brother would be an immense medical risk." 

"Oh. I see. That's…… rough." 

"I wanted to do it for him so desperately……! To personally look after Master Alvin's little tummy-tail—the hypothetical younger brother of Lady Cordelia……!" 

"You're not just a dedicated maid, you are literally just a degenerate closet shotacon maid, aren't you?!" 

"Kuuuugh…… I had fully intended to gently guide his adorable, tiny little package, instructing him by saying, 'This is called a penis, not a tummy-tail, young master,' as I delicately showed him the ropes! I studied so thoroughly for that day……! And yet, to think I would end up being forced to service a monstrous, violently large weapon like this instead!"

Her shoulders trembled with an intense, deeply rooted resentment as she bared her soul. Yet, infuriatingly enough, despite her true nature as a depraved, boy-obsessed closet pervert being laid completely bare, her handjob remained devastatingly effective. It appeared that whatever specialized research she had conducted was bearing spectacular fruit.

Groaning weakly under the exquisite pressure of Susie’s hands, I let my upper body sink all the way back against the cushions of the couch.

As I tilted my head back, my field of vision captured the figure of Cordelia sitting by herself at the dining table on the opposite side of the living room, comfortably wrapped in her bathrobe. She was simply sitting there, biding her time until Susie's "poison test" officially concluded.

Curious as to what exactly she was doing to pass the time all by herself at the table, I focused my eyes on her. She seemed to be entirely absorbed in evaluating her own fingers.

As it turned out, Cordelia was in an exceptionally radiant mood, meticulously tending to her nails. She looked so thoroughly pleased with herself she might have broken into a cheerful hum at any second, carefully painting a layer of lacquer over her nails.

Sensing my intense gaze from across the room, Cordelia finally looked up, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Heh. Well? Isn't it a gorgeous color?"

Smug and thoroughly satisfied, Cordelia flaunted her freshly painted fingernails in my direction. The brilliant crimson polish, not yet entirely dry, gleamed with a rich, glossy luster that seemed to illuminate the room.

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