An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

She inhaled sharply, as if snapping out of a daze.

Her hands snapped back to her lap.

She blinked—her mind clearly foggy—before clearing her throat.

"I…"

She seemed momentarily lost, before shaking her head and composing herself.

"Tch. You really are dangerous, Arthur Ludwig."

Amara's voice was low, almost sultry, as she leaned in slightly.

Her violet eyes glowed with conflicted desire.

"Falling for a junior… and nonetheless, the younger brother of my friend?"

She chuckled softly, tilting her head.

"That doesn't sound like me. Did you do something to me?"

I smirked.

'She's sharp.'

But not sharp enough.

I leaned back, spreading my arms lazily.

"What could I possibly do? Maybe you've just been lonely all this time… and now you've finally fallen for my handsome charm."

Her lips curled into a teasing smirk.

"Heh. Getting cheeky, aren't you?"

She reached out and gently cupped my cheek, rubbing her thumb against my skin.

"But you are handsome."

I raised an eyebrow.

"If you find me so handsome, why not just make it official? Become my girlfriend."

She chuckled, shaking her head.

"I can't decide something like that on our first meeting, can I?"

Then, her gaze darkened slightly, her expression turning more playful.

"But…"

Her stocking-clad leg slowly slid against my crotch.

I inhaled sharply as she pressed her thigh firmly against me.

"Expect a positive answer," she murmured, her voice smooth like silk.

"Because I think I'm already falling for you."

I clenched my jaw.

'This damn woman…'

Her teasing was good.

But she didn't realize—

I was better.

I smirked.

"Your demeanor has changed a lot from when you first walked in here, Amara."

I deliberately used her name instead of 'Senior'.

The lack of formality made her shiver slightly.

Good.

"Where did that cold older sister go?" I murmured. "The one who told me to stay away from her sister?"

She exhaled softly, her grip tightening on her cup.

"Well…"

Her gaze flickered toward my lips before she looked away.

"After all the harsh truths you threw at me, I realized something."

She leaned in closer, her hot breath ghosting against my skin.

"I've been pushing myself too much. Maybe it's time I start enjoying myself a little."

Her leg pressed harder, her thigh rubbing against my growing stiffness.

"And where would I find such a handsome man…"

Her lips curled.

"With such an impressive package at the same time?"

Fuck.

I gulped.

"Amara."

My voice came out slightly rough, betraying the heat she was igniting in me.

She laughed softly.

"What's wrong, Arthur? Feeling a little too excited?"

She dragged her leg away, slowly.

Teasing. Torturing.

I exhaled deeply, calming my heartbeat.

Then, I grinned.

"You should be more careful, Vice President."

Her brows lifted slightly.

I leaned forward, my fingers trailing lightly over her wrist, barely touching, yet sending a shiver through her.

"If you keep tempting me like this…"

My voice dropped lower, just above a whisper.

"I might not be able to hold back."

Her pupils dilated.

Her breath hitched.

She clenched her fists, rubbing her thighs together instinctively.

I grinned.

"Flustered?"

She scowled, trying to regain control.

"Hah. I could say the same to you."

I followed her gaze—

Right to the bulge in my pants.

Damn.

"I should take responsibility then," she purred, leaning even closer.

"Do you want me to… help?"

Her lips almost brushed against my ear.

And for a moment—

I was actually tempted.

But—

Not here.

Not yet.

I smirked, leaning away deliberately.

"Unfortunately, Senior…"

I let my fingers ghost over the curve of her wrist one last time before pulling away.

"We can't have the Student Council Vice President getting fucked in a public café, can we?"

Her breath hitched sharply.

Her thighs pressed together again.

A slight tremble ran through her body.

I chuckled.

"Or…"

I tilted my head.

"Does the idea excite you?"

Her face turned red.

I smirked.

"I see."

She scoffed, pulling herself together.

"Ha. Ha. You're imagining things."

But her body betrayed her.

Her hardened nipples pressed against her blouse.

Her legs twitched slightly, unable to stay still.

And the way she swallowed hard before sipping her coffee?

A dead giveaway.

I leaned back, arms crossed.

"I make sure my women are satisfied, senior."

My golden eyes met her violet ones.

"Whatever their kinks may be."

Silence.

Her breathing slowed, her fingers gripping the table.

Finally—

She exhaled sharply.

"Tch."

She shook her head, standing up.

"You're dangerous, Arthur Ludwig."

I smirked.

"I hear that a lot."

She pulled out her phone, tapping her screen.

Ding!

[You've received a contact request: Amara Harper]

Her eyes met mine one last time, a challenging glint in them.

"You better not make me regret this."

I grinned.

"No woman has ever complained yet."

She raised an eyebrow.

"How many women are we talking about?"

I smirked.

"And here I thought you did your research on me."

Her lips twitched, but she didn't deny it.

"I was bluffing. I'm not that reckless—I wouldn't dig too deep into a duke's heir."

She turned away, preparing to leave.

I watched her for a moment.

Then—

"Wait a minute, Senior."

She paused, glancing back.

"Now what?"

I pulled out a small glass vial filled with a vibrant, swirling liquid.

It shimmered under the café's lights—a mesmerizing mix of blue, gold, and violet.

"Take this."

I held it out.

She took it, inspecting it with mild curiosity.

"What's this?"

I leaned in slightly, my voice low and teasing.

"A gift… to mark the beginning of our new relationship."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Is this some kind of drug?"

I chuckled.

"Of course not."

Then, I smirked.

"But… you will get addicted to it."

Before she could ask further—

I turned on my heels and walked off.

Leaving her standing there, staring at the mysterious vial in her hand.

The potion I gave her was infact an Elixer.

********

I watched Amara twirl the vial between her fingers.

The liquid inside swirled hypnotically, shifting between gold, blue, and violet.

She didn't know what she was holding.

And that?

That was the best part.

The Elixir of Potential.

A lost elixir that is only mentioned in the pages of ancient texts, that even emperors and archmages would slaughter nations just to get a single drop.

And I?

I just handed it to her like a party favor.

[System Shop Purchase Complete]

Elixir of Potential – 70,000 EP deducted.

I sighed dramatically.

'Man… that hurt my wallet.'

But then—

I grinned.

'But any price for pussy.'

"Giggity."

*****

I sighed, adjusting my stiffening length as I walked. Thank God, it's dark already otherwise I would have been called for public indecency by the disciplinary committee.

"Damn, I need to release."

Even after parting ways with Amara, the tension hadn't faded.

If anything, it had worsened.

I rolled my shoulders, thinking.

"Who should I visit tonight?"

Then—

My gaze landed on a familiar figure.

A woman standing at the reception desk, talking to a student.

Camilla.

The Warden.

I smirked.

'Perfect. I still owe her a favor.'

With a mischievous grin, I let mana flow to my fingertips.

A small wisp of wind gathered, swirling playfully.

I pointed at her.

Then—

"Swish."

The wind fluttered upward.

And in an instant—

Her skirt flipped up.

Camilla gasped, her hands immediately grasping for her skirt.

But—

Too late.

The student in front of her froze, his eyes locked onto something he should've never seen.

Thin, lace panties—

Disappearing between two plump, glistening lips.

The student's nose bled instantly.

'Damn. That man just used up his entire lifetime's worth of luck.'

Camilla snapped.

"What are you looking at?! Get lost!"

The poor bastard bolted, trying to hide his raging boner.

Then—

She heard it.

A voice she hadn't heard in weeks.

A voice she had been longing for.

"And here I thought you'd love getting a little kinky."

Her head snapped around.

And there I stood.

Leaning against the doorway.

Arms crossed.

A mischievous grin plastered across my face.

Her thighs clenched instinctively.

"What brings you here?"

Camilla's voice was firm, but the slight tremor in her tone didn't escape me.

I smirked.

"What, not happy to see me?"

She scoffed.

"Why should I be? You'll tease me a little, then disappear again. I might as well stop expecting anything."

Ahh.

So she's been waiting for me.

Perfect.

I sighed dramatically, running a hand through my hair.

"Well, I was thinking of repaying the favor for covering up for me…"

I let the words hang in the air before shrugging.

"But since you're not up for it, I guess there's nothing to be done."

I turned slightly—just enough to make it seem like I was about to leave.

One.

Two.

Three—

"Wait."

Her voice was quieter this time.

"Are you really serious this time."

Bingo.

I didn't answer.

Instead, I casually stepped behind the reception counter.

Close.

Too close.

I reached for something on the table, but in doing so, my body brushed against hers.

My hand grazed her hip—a fleeting touch, barely there.

Yet—

Camilla's breath hitched.

Her fingers curled slightly against the desk.

She didn't move away.

Didn't protest.

Oh, she wanted this.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Still think I'm joking?"

She didn't answer.

But her body did.

My fingers trailed down her side, gliding over the fabric of her uniform.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Camilla bit her lip, her eyes darting toward the entrance.

Students were still walking by.

Anyone could see.

But she didn't stop me.

She was trapped in the moment—between duty and desire.

And I was enjoying every second of it.

I pressed closer.

My hand slid lower, fingertips brushing the curve of her hip.

Then—

Under her skirt.

I felt the soft, delicate lace beneath my fingers.

Camilla gasped softly, her breath shuddering.

"You like this, don't you?"

My voice was low, teasing—only for her to hear.

Her fingers clenched against the desk.

She turned her head slightly, her violet eyes hazy with want.

"N-not here…"

Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Someone might see us."

I smirked.

"Oh no, dear."

I traced my fingers along the thin fabric of her panties, feeling the damp heat gathering beneath.

Her legs trembled.

I could feel her body's silent betrayal.

"We're not going anywhere."