An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Arthur stepped forward, his presence alone enough to send a bone-chilling wave of fear through the remaining men. But he paid them no mind—his focus was on the girls.

The moment he was close enough, they threw themselves at him.

"Waaaah!"

"Sniff… sniff…"

"Waah… waah…!"

Their cries echoed through the dimly lit room, raw and unrestrained. Their bodies trembled violently as they clung to him with a grip so desperate they resembled baby koalas clutching their mother.

Arthur felt the shivers racking through Alicia's small frame as he gently patted her back, his touch firm yet reassuring.

"You're okay now."

The words were soft yet carried a weight that anchored them, pulling them back from the edge of terror.

Alicia's grip on his neck tightened as she buried her face into his chest, her fingers clutching at him as if afraid he would vanish if she let go. Eveline was no different, her entire body pressed against him, her sobs muffled against his warmth.

The sheer vulnerability in their touch stirred something deep inside him—rage.

A silent, unrelenting fury.

Arthur's golden eyes lifted, locking onto the remaining men who stood frozen in place. They had yet to fully process the carnage before them, their bodies stiff with terror.

One of them tried to speak. His lips trembled, quivering with the unspoken plea lingering in his throat.

But before a single sound could escape—

Arthur smiled.

Not a kind smile.

Not a reassuring one.

A smile that sent a bone-chilling shiver down their spines.

Without another glance at them, Arthur turned away. His arms tightened around the trembling girls, pressing their faces against his chest—shielding them from what was about to happen.

The men exchanged wary glances, their confusion evident.

Why was he turning his back on them?

That question died the moment it emerged.

From the depths of Arthur's back, black, viscous tendrils slithered into existence, morphing into grotesque, twisting appendages. Before they could react, the inky mass lunged forward—swift, merciless, and all-consuming, The venom.

One by one, the tendrils engulfed them.

Their screams barely had time to rise before they were swallowed whole, their figures vanishing into the abyss of writhing darkness.

Then—silence.

Arthur finally released the girls.

Alicia hesitated, glancing around in confusion. The room was empty. Not a single trace of their captors remained.

"Where did they go?" she asked, her voice still shaky.

Arthur dusted off his sleeves and replied flatly, "Somewhere they belonged."

Alicia swallowed hard. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what that meant.

Arthur exhaled, running a hand through his hair before turning to them. "Let's go. We need to have a serious talk."

Alicia bit her lip and nodded sheepishly. She already knew—she had messed up today.

Had Arthur arrived even a few minutes later…

She didn't even want to think about it.

Arthur's gaze shifted to Eveline, his tone carrying a sharp edge. "And you, Saintess. I respect your compassion, but dragging Alicia into this?" His voice hardened. "Don't do it again."

Eveline lowered her head, guilt weighing on her shoulders.

Arthur crossed his arms. "Also, call Althea. Do you have any idea how worried she is?"

Eveline's expression twisted with embarrassment. "…I can't. My phone's dead."

Arthur sighed, pulling out his phone and handing it to her.

They stepped out of the slums, where a sleek black car was already waiting for them.

The girls slid into the back seat while Arthur settled into the driver's seat.

Without looking back, he spoke to the driver.

"Take a carriage."

The driver bowed before stepping aside.

Arthur slammed the door shut and drove off, the night swallowing them whole.

For a while, the car was silent.

Arthur kept his eyes on the road, letting the girls recover in peace. They had been through a lot, and he didn't want to overwhelm them with conversation.

The soft hum of the engine was the only sound between them until Arthur finally broke the silence.

"Would you like to stop somewhere for dinner?" Your journey continues with empire

He waited for a response. Seconds passed. Then a minute.

Nothing.

Instead, he heard rustling sounds from the back seat.

Frowning, Arthur adjusted the rearview mirror—

And nearly crashed into a nearby shop.

"The fuck?!!!" he exclaimed, slamming the brakes.

His reaction was justified—because in the back seat, Alicia and Eveline were entangled with each other, kissing deeply.

Their tongues danced in a feverish battle.

Their clothes were barely clinging to their bodies, their hands greedily exploring each other.

It didn't take a genius to realize—they were in heat.

"What the hell is going on?" Arthur muttered, his eyes flicking between the road and the heated mess unfolding in the backseat.

A familiar voice answered casually.

[Looks like they've been dosed with a highly potent aphrodisiac.]

Sol materialized on his shoulder, munching from an oversized bucket of popcorn.

Arthur's brows twitched. "And it just now took effect?"

[Yep.] She popped another piece into her mouth. [It's not a poison—just a potion that amplifies suppressed desires. Once they're 'satisfied,' it'll wear off.]

Arthur's grip on the wheel tightened. "So, an antidote?"

Sol grinned. [Oh, there's no antidote. They just need to...you know, 'release' the built-up tension.]

Arthur exhaled sharply. "Yeah, not happening."

[Why so tense? It's harmless, you know.] Sol nudged him playfully. [Why not sit back and enjoy the show?]

Tempting. Very tempting.

But this wasn't the time for that.

"I can't take them back to the academy like this." Arthur muttered. "I need to stop somewhere first."

Grabbing his phone, he scrolled through his recent calls before dialing Althea.

[Arthur?]

"Yeah, just calling to inform you—Eveline won't be returning to the academy tonight."

[Why?]

Arthur glanced at the mirror.

Alicia had Eveline pinned beneath her, their tongues entangled in a feverish battle.

He sighed. "They're still shaken from today's incident. I'll have them stay at one of Ludwig's estates for the night. We'll return in the morning."

A pause. Then—

[Alright. Please take care of her.]

"I will."

[And the Warden?]

"I'll inform her. Don't worry."

Ending the call, Arthur exhaled, rubbing his temple.

Without wasting another second, he pressed down on the accelerator, the car speeding through the dimly lit streets.

Soon, he arrived at one of Ludwig's unused city estates—a secluded mansion that remained empty most of the time, save for the occasional visits from a caretaker.

Pulling up to the front gate, Arthur killed the engine and stepped out.

Dragging the girls out of the car, however, proved far more difficult than he expected.

The moment he tried to help them stand, they latched onto him—their trembling bodies molding against his.

"Ar... Arthur... I need you..." Alicia's breathy whisper sent a shiver down his spine.

Before he could respond, her delicate fingers trailed down his abdomen, slipping lower—grasping the throbbing shaft that had been straining against his pants ever since their antics in the car.

Arthur sucked in a sharp breath.

This... was nothing new when it came to Alicia. They were already lovers, after all.

But what truly caught him off guard—

—was Eveline.

The saintess, usually so reserved, was clinging to him just as desperately, her hands greedily exploring his body.

Her warm breath tickled his neck, and her soft, ample curves pressed against his arm, molding to his touch as if begging for more.

[It seems the saintess had quite a lot of suppressed desires, huh?] Sol remarked, voice dripping with amusement.

Arthur gritted his teeth, choosing to ignore her.

Right now, he had two very aroused women hanging off him, his body betraying him with its own rising heat, and his mind struggling not to cave in.

Getting them inside the house was already a battle.

Somehow—**someway—**he managed to drag them into the mansion and into the master bedroom.

The moment he set them down on the bed, Arthur stepped back, inhaling deeply, trying to regain control of himself.

Bad move.

Arthur barely had a second to react before Alicia and Eveline lunged forward, their bodies pressing against his as they pinned him down onto the plush mattress.

His back hit the bed with a muffled thud.

Soft, trembling hands wandered across his chest, delicate fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt, while heated breaths fanned against his skin.

His body tensed.

"Alicia—Eveline—" His voice came out strained, but neither of them seemed to hear him.

Or rather, they didn't want to.

Alicia's fingers slid beneath his shirt, her nails grazing lightly against his bare skin, sending a sharp jolt through him.

She leaned in—her lips hovering just inches away, her breath warm, her scent utterly intoxicating.

"Arthur…" Her voice was husky, laced with raw need.

Then—she kissed him.

Soft at first. Sweet. Trembling. Yet undeniably desperate.

But as soon as her tongue brushed against his, the kiss turned ravenous.

Heat pooled in his stomach.

Arthur shuddered.

Her lips tasted of honey and wine, a mixture that sent his senses reeling. Her scent, sweet and overpowering, wrapped around him, dragging him deeper…

But just as he was about to lose himself—

A second body pressed against him.

Soft. Warm. Yielding.

Eveline.

The saintess.

The ever-composed, ever-dignified holy maiden…

Right now, she looked anything but composed.

Her breath came in short, shaky gasps, her flushed cheeks painted in deep crimson.

She wasn't just clinging to him.

She was melting into him.

Her fingers—shivering, hesitant, yet achingly eager— trailed down his chest.

Lower.

And lower.

Until they slid inside his pants.

Arthur sucked in a breath, muscles locking as her delicate fingers wrapped around his aching length.

This…

This was dangerous.

The aphrodisiac had pushed them past their limit.

There was no holding back now.

If he didn't stop this here…