I Formed a Party with a Girl via an Adventurer Matching App - Chapter 40

 Torn to Shreds

"Yeah, no. I'm not taking you."

"HUH???????????"

Evangeline stood frozen, her mouth hanging wide open in a completely blank, dumbfounded expression. Then, snapping out of her daze in a sudden panic, she frantically tried to correct her phrasing.

"My bad, okay?! It looks like my wording was totally off?"

"Your wording? Oh, so you didn't mean it like that after all? Man, you seriously scared the crap out of me……"

"Like, do you want to have sex with me?"

"You made it even more aggressively direct!"

As Kent delivered his energetic retort, a deep sense of wrongness washed over Evangeline. He was standing perfectly straight right where he was, showing absolutely zero indicators of bending over to clutch his crotch.

"Um? Mister? Mind if I check something real quick?"

"What is it this time…… uwoooah?!"

Kent let out a sharp, startled yelp. The operational cause was entirely straightforward: Evangeline had suddenly and without warning reached down to aggressively grope his lower abdomen.

Naturally, Kent violently twisted his torso away, desperate to escape her touch.

"W-What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Evangeline, however, didn't even have the spare mental capacity to formulate a response. She was staring wide-eyed at her own open palm, her face frozen in pure, unmitigated horror.

"M-Mister……?"

"W-What is your problem……?! Why am I suddenly being harassed by a random exhibitionist right in the middle of the street?! This makes zero sense……"

"Mister, how on earth have you not discharged a single load yet……?"

"Why the hell would I have?!"

……Huh? What is wrong with this guy?

Evangeline was entirely trapped in a state of cognitive dissonance.

She was a Succubus. And not just any baseline Succubus, either. She was a supreme executive general commanding the second seat of the Demon King's Elite Four. She harbored an immense, absolute pride in the biological reality that—provided the target was a male—she reigned supreme at the absolute apex of every living organism on the face of the earth.

If she simply walked down a street, men achieved instantaneous erections. If she let out a soft sigh, men involuntarily ejaculated. If she explicitly touched them, men routinely lost their minds in a frantic, screaming climax.

And yet. This guy. This completely plain, unremarkable man……

What the hell is his deal?! Forget about getting aroused, his expression looks like he's just thinking, 'Ugh, I got caught by some total freak.' He looks completely repulsed by meeeee!!

No matter how aggressively she had just pawed at his crotch, Evangeline's palm had registered absolutely zero trace of that thick, pungent, wet semen texture. Far from it—she hadn't even detected the proud, rigid hardness of an erect penis. There was nothing but soft, dormant tissue beneath his trousers.

Gulp. Evangeline swallowed hard, her throat executing a sharp click.

Refusing to accept this statistical anomaly, she lunged forward a second time, throwing her entire weight against Kent with an absolute, desperate ferocity.

"Uwoooooooooah?! W-What is happening right nowaaaaaa?!"

"Ahahn…… I am so incredibly sorry~? It looks like I completely wiped out again~"

Kent shrieked in absolute terror.

At this point, which variable was driving his reaction? Had his internal arousal spiked so catastrophically from being locked in a tight embrace by an absolute, peerless beauty that he screamed from pure sensory overload? Or was this a genuine, unfiltered cry of terror from a man being aggressively tackled by a total lunatic?

No, it has to be the former, right?! It's totally the former! It's mathematically guaranteed to be the former!

Evangeline was the ultimate, undisputed Succubus. For the sake of her own structural pride, she absolutely could not afford to suffer a tactical defeat here. Convinced that Kent's psychological fortresses must already be on the verge of collapsing, she resolved to double down on her investment, deploying her absolute maximum payload of seductive authority.

"Ahahn……? Ahfuhn……? Tell me, how does this feel~?"

Without holding back a single fraction of her assets, Evangeline firmly compressed her massive, bursting breasts directly against Kent's chest.

Going a step further, she forcefully yanked down the neckline of her blouse with her own hand, grinding the bare, sun-kissed flesh of her voluptuous mounds directly against his exposed forearms. Simultaneously, she deftly snaked her leg through the high slit of her skirt, wrapping it securely around his thigh to completely lock his anatomy in place and prevent any escape velocity.

Any pretense of having "accidentally tripped" had been thoroughly discarded. Evangeline internally recognized that she had completely thrown away her tactical decorum, but she justified the extreme measure in her own mind.

At the end of the day, her target was a high-level anomaly who had dismantled two separate seats of the Elite Four. Therefore, even if she was the strongest Succubus in existence, holding back her prime assets would be an operational failure.

Grinding her hips in a highly lewd, rhythmic circular motion against his groin, she unleashed a relentless rain of wet, sucking kisses all over his chest. ……Did I perhaps overdeliver on the fan service? With a deployment of this caliber, it wouldn't just trigger an immediate ejaculation; the target's neural pathways should have completely fried from a catastrophic spike of pure ecstasy.

Well, if his brain melted into mush, that still technically counted as a successful neutralization of a threat, so she wasn't particularly concerned with the specifics.

At any rate, she was immensely curious to see exactly what kind of pathetic, broken expression this man would wear after receiving the absolute zenith of a Succubus's full-body service. Was his face completely flushed a volcanic red, trembling in frantic panic? Or had he cross-climaxed so hard that he was currently foaming at the mouth?

Concealing a thoroughly smug, eager grin in her heart, she slowly cast her eyes upward to look at the face of the man pinned beneath her assets, and—

"……Look, seriously, please stop doing this."

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……………………He was looking down at her with an expression of absolute, unfiltered disgust.

Far from being flushed a volcanic red, his face had actually turned a shade whiter from sheer, unmitigated awkwardness.

"……"

"……Could you, like, please let go of me."

"……"

"……I'm completely good on whatever it is you're selling, thanks……"

SNAP. A distinct, acoustic fracturing sound echoed clearly in Evangeline's ears. At this exact microsecond, she lacked the psychological processing power to comprehend that the sound was the structural foundation of her own spirit snapping cleanly in half.

With the slow, mechanical movements of an automated puppet, she detached herself from Kent's rigid, stationary torso.

Kent executed a brief, mumbled vocalization through his lips—a barely audible, mosquito-like whisper that sounded roughly like, "Right, well, I'm gonna head out then"—and swiftly sprinted away from the scene.

Left behind in the center of the avenue was Evangeline, her identity and pride as a Succubus completely and utterly pulverized into microscopic dust. Every single trace of emotion had entirely vanished from her features; she stood in a state of absolute, vegetative catatonia, staring blankly down the vacant trajectory where Kent had disappeared.

…………

She remained frozen in that exact posture for an indeterminate duration of time.

By the time Kent's physical silhouette had thoroughly vanished from the district and even his residual scent had completely dissipated, her stationary form in the exact middle of a highly prosperous merchant avenue began to present an operational obstruction. Sensing the bottleneck, a local male citizen approached her from behind.

"Hey! Lady! You can't just stand there daydreaming in the middle of the thoroughfare, it's causing a massive traffic jam!"

"……"

"Hey, are you even listening to me? La—URK?!"

"……"

The man's voice cut off with an abrupt, completely unnatural choke. Despite her vegetative state, the sudden acoustic anomaly was severe enough to finally draw Evangeline's conscious focus toward the individual.

Turning around, she noted that the crotch area of the man's trousers was thoroughly and unseasonably soaked through with a wet, heavy stain. Furthermore, he was panting heavily through his nose, his eyes completely wide and glazed over as he stared intently at her face.

……He just blew his load, she realized. The exact millisecond he had stepped around her perimeter to initiate dialogue, his eyes had locked directly onto Evangeline's peerless beauty, and the sheer concentrated feedback had forced an instantaneous, involuntary climax.

"……Uffuhn?~"

Deep within Evangeline's chest, her shattered foundation began to systematically reassemble itself. Her self-esteem expanded at an exponential velocity, and the ghostly pallor of her cheeks instantly flushed with a healthy, vibrant color. Conversely, in direct proportion to her rapid psychological recovery, the man standing before her executed a continuous series of high-velocity, involuntary spurt-splat, spurt-splat discharges, his legs shaking violently as he collapsed onto the cobblestones.

From a single, passing glance at her facial features alone, a man was continuously exploding into a puddle of his own fluid.

Witnessing this undeniable metric of her power, Evangeline's confidence was thoroughly restored in an instant. Snorting heavily through her nose, her ego thoroughly inflated, she immediately took a highly stylized, provocative stance.

"Uffuhn?~"

From that singular microsecond of input, every single male citizen within a five-meter radius instantly and simultaneously let out low groans, their pants exploding with a synchronized chorus of wet, heavy discharges.

"Fuhn-fuhn! See?! I knew it! Don't scare me like that, okay?! I'm still completely and totally top-tier material!"

Making absolutely zero effort to conceal her incredibly smug, wide grin, Evangeline proudly puffed out her chest in supreme satisfaction.

However. Oh, however.

Almost immediately, a dense, dark cloud spread across the horizon of her mind once more. Because no matter how much external validation she harvested from these random extras, her active operational target was a single, specific individual.

And against that single, specific target, Evangeline's absolute maximum output had achieved a structural success rate of zero percent. She had failed to charm him entirely.

"……Yeah, no. There is absolutely zero chance I am accepting a result like that."

Evangeline turned her gaze back toward the trajectory Kent had taken, her eyes flashing with a sharp, murderous glare. Her sharp canine teeth protruded malevolently from the corner of her lips, but she couldn't care less about her camouflage right now.

The man who had dared to tear her pride into absolute shreds would pay for his transgressions with a lifetime of unmitigated suffering. That was a guarantee. Harboring that pitch-black, vengeful vow deep within her voluptuous chest, Evangeline sprinted forward at maximum velocity, tearing down the street in the exact direction Kent had gone, leaving behind a crowd of violently twitching, fluid-soaked men and their thoroughly dumbfounded, glaring wives.

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