An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

"We're not going anywhere."

Camilla swallowed hard, her gaze flicking toward the student sitting nearby in the waiting area.

He was oblivious.

Completely unaware of the sinful game unfolding just a few feet away.

But Arthur?

Arthur knew exactly what he was doing.

His touch was light, deliberate—fingertips teasing the edge of her panties.

Camilla's grip tightened on the counter.

She squeezed her thighs together, desperately clinging to the last shred of control she had left.

But Arthur's touch—so casual, so maddeningly confident—was driving her wild.

Arthur's fingers dipped lower.

Just enough to slip under the waistband.

The first brush of skin against skin sent a shiver through her, her breath hitching.

She bit her lip harder, trying so desperately to suppress the heat flooding her body.

His touch explored, featherlight but unrelenting, teasing the sensitive spot just above her folds.

"Haa—"

A soft, barely audible gasp escaped her lips.

Camilla's fingers curled against the counter for support.

It was reckless.
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Dangerous.

But she couldn't—**wouldn't—**pull away.

And Arthur knew it.

He pressed closer, his breath warm against her exposed neck.

His fingers traced the lace fabric, feeling the damp heat beneath.

Camilla's eyes darted toward Vernon again.

Still engrossed in his papers.

Still unaware.

Arthur smirked.

His other hand slid up, cupping her breast through the fabric of her uniform.

Firm.

Possessive.

Camilla's body arched into his touch on instinct.

Her nipples strained against the fabric, betraying her arousal.

She clenched her jaw, stifling a moan, her eyes squeezing shut.

Arthur's lips brushed against her ear.

"You're soaking through your panties, Camilla."

Her breath shuddered.

Her knees buckled slightly.

Arthur chuckled.

And then—

He pulled away.

Camilla swayed slightly, her body aching at the sudden loss of contact.

She straightened, forcing herself to stand tall—to pretend like nothing had happened.

But the flush on her face…

The tremble in her breath…

The lingering wetness between her thighs…

All of it betrayed her.

She turned to Arthur, her gaze a mix of frustration and longing.

Arthur cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin.

His golden eyes gleamed in the dim light.

"Should we move to the real action?"

His voice was a perfect blend of mockery and seduction.

Camilla's breath hitched.

Her lips parted.

And then—

She nodded.

"But… can we at least dim the lights?"

Arthur smirked.

"Mm. That's a good idea."

It was already night—but if the lights were dimmed, no one outside would be able to see clearly.

It would be a silhouette. A vague outline.

Nothing more.

And the thrill of doing it in public…

That only made it better.

Camilla quickly moved, turning the lights down to a faint glow.

The reception area was bathed in shadows, just enough to make out the outlines of their bodies.

But nothing more.

And then—

She turned back to him.

Her fingers trembling as she grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

Her body pressed against his—warm, desperate, needy.

Arthur could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his chest.

Arthur slammed her against the wall, his hands gripping her hips.

There was barely any space between them—

But that only made it better.

Camilla's ragged breaths filled the air as her hands wandered over his chest, her fingers clutching at his clothes.

She wanted more.

She wanted him.

Arthur's hand moved lower, hiking up her skirt.

His fingers brushed against her bare thigh.

A soft gasp escaped her lips.

Arthur smirked.

"Already trembling?"

Camilla bit her lip, her legs pressing together instinctively.

But Arthur's hands were already there, parting them.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

Her body tensed.

And then—

Arthur's fingers slipped between her soaked folds.

"Please..." Camilla's voice trembled, the word slipping past her lips before she could stop it. A plea. A surrender.

Arthur chuckled, dark amusement gleaming in his eyes as he pushed her skirt higher, baring the soft, trembling flesh beneath. His fingers trailed along the inside of her thighs, slow and teasing, before slipping between them. He found her already drenched, the heat of her arousal betraying her desperation.

A sharp inhale hitched in her throat as his fingers traced the damp fabric of her panties, pressing lightly, just enough to tease. Her hips jerked at the contact, a soft whimper escaping before she bit her lip, trying to muffle the sound.

Arthur leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, Camilla... is this what you were waiting for?" His voice was low, smooth, laced with wicked amusement.

She shuddered, her head falling back against the wooden wall. "Y-Yes," she gasped, her fingers tightening around the fabric of his coat.

"Good girl." His voice was a dark caress, dripping with approval.

His fingers slipped beneath the delicate lace, the thin barrier doing nothing to stop him as he found her bare, soaked, and aching. He groaned softly, reveling in the way she trembled at his touch. His strokes were slow, deliberate, dragging out her torment, savoring every twitch of her body.

Camilla's moans came in soft, breathless pants, each one tinged with a desperate need for more. Arthur obliged, pressing deeper, his fingers curling inside her, seeking the spot that made her body jolt against him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his lips grazing her jaw. "Were you thinking about this? About me?"

Her answer came in the form of a broken moan, her hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his coat.

His thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles. Her thighs quivered, her breath coming in uneven gasps, the tight space amplifying every sound, every sinful movement.

"You like this," he breathed, his lips brushing over hers but not quite kissing her. "Being touched like this, where anyone could find us..."

Camilla whimpered, her body tightening around his fingers, the mix of shame and pleasure driving her higher. She was losing herself in it—his voice, his touch, the relentless rhythm that had her teetering on the edge.

"Quiet," Arthur whispered, a wicked grin tugging at his lips as he watched her struggle, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants. His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving her empty, her slickness clinging to his skin. Camilla's eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief, frustration burning in their depths.

Before she could protest, he moved. The sound of his zipper filled the air, sharp and deliberate. Then, his cock sprang free—thick, hard, and glistening with his own arousal. Camilla's breath hitched, her gaze locked onto him, her pupils dilated with hunger.

"Look at you," Arthur murmured, stroking himself slowly, letting her see every movement. "You want this, don't you?"

A shudder ran through her as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around him, trembling as she traced his length.

"Then take it," he growled, guiding her down.

Her breath stuttered as he positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing against her soaked heat. Then, with one firm thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. A strangled moan broke from her lips, her back arching as pleasure crashed through her.

The office filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin in a desperate, intimate rhythm. Arthur's grip tightened on her hips, pulling her down onto him, forcing her to take every inch. The cramped space left no room for hesitation, their limbs tangled, their movements frantic.

Camilla clung to him, her moans muffled against his neck as he drove into her, each thrust deliberate, deep, relentless. The counter beneath them creaked softly, a quiet symphony of rustling fabric, hitched breaths, and the slick, sinful sounds of their debauchery.

Her walls clenched around him, tight and pulsing, her body shattering as she came. She bit down on his shoulder to stifle her cry, her body trembling, overwhelmed by pleasure.

Arthur didn't stop. He chased his own release, his pace unrelenting, fucking her through the aftershocks of her climax. His breath grew ragged, his muscles tensing, the coil inside him tightening until he could hold back no longer.

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, a low, guttural groan escaping as he spilled into her, the heat of his release flooding her. His grip on her hips tightened as he held her there, panting against her ear, their bodies pressed together in the aftermath of their shared ruin.

Camilla's body tightened around him, her walls clenching as her climax tore through her. A muffled cry left her lips, swallowed against Arthur's shoulder as she trembled, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. But Arthur wasn't finished. He kept moving, dragging out every second of her pleasure, his relentless thrusts pushing her through the overwhelming aftershocks.

His breath hitched, his grip on her hips tightening as the heat in his core coiled to its peak. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled into her. His cock pulsed, releasing thick ropes of his seed deep inside her, the warmth of it making Camilla shudder. Her body twitched beneath him, wrung dry from the pleasure, her legs trembling from exhaustion.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the heavy scent of sex thick in the air.

Camilla stirred first, her body lax but satisfied, her chest rising and falling in deep, slow breaths. Her fingers trembled as she smoothed down her skirt, but there was no hiding the mess between her thighs—the wet, sticky heat of him leaking out, smearing her inner thighs as she shifted in place. The realization sent a shiver through her, but there was no regret in her eyes. Only lingering hunger.

Arthur smirked, running a hand through his tousled hair before zipping himself up. The thrill of dominance still buzzed in his veins, the memory of her desperation—her eagerness to be taken right here, where anyone could catch them—only adding to his satisfaction.

Without a word, he turned and left, leaving Camilla sprawled on the seat, breathless, her body still thrumming in the aftermath of their reckless indulgence. His seed continued to seep from her, staining the fabric beneath her, a lewd reminder of who she belonged to.

As he stepped into the hallway, his sharp gaze landed on a group of students lingering nearby. Their faces were bright red, their eyes darting away the moment he appeared.

Arthur clicked his tongue, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. Pathetic.

"Tsk. Peasants. Must be torture knowing all you can do is get off to the sounds of someone else fucking."

Rolling his shoulders, he walked off to his dorm, his smirk widening. He had a satisfied ache in his body, a lingering hum of pleasure that left him completely at ease. Today had been a good day.