An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Days passed by as usual.

Spending time with Alicia, flirting occasionally with Akira—who, after the dungeon incident, had grown surprisingly close. The saintess had also become more honest with her desires, even making a few late-night visits to my room. Her personal knight, Althea, was getting suspicious, though. I could see it in the way she watched me, her sharp gaze always lingering a little too long.

Other than that, nothing too unusual happened.

Well, if I ignored the way some of the female professors looked at me like a pack of hungry beasts.

And now, it was the weekend.

According to the promise I made to my new master, Instructor Samantha, I had to train under her every weekend. Unlike the academy's formal training, personal discipleship wasn't covered under academy facilities. Instructors had to take care of their disciples at their own expense, which meant…
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I was heading to her house.

Yes, you read that right. Her home.

The car rolled to a stop at the entrance of her estate, the grand gate standing tall before me. A guard stepped forward, his eyes briefly flickering to the ducal emblem on the car before he opened the gate with a respectful nod.

"Welcome, Young Master Arthur Ludwig. The mistress has already informed us of your visit. You may proceed inside," he said, his tone laced with politeness.

Nodding in acknowledgment, I stepped in, taking in the sight of the lavish garden that stretched before me.

For someone who was merely an instructor, she lived like a noble. Then again, she was an instructor at the world's most prestigious academy, earning a fortune from her position. Not to mention, before joining the academy, she had served as an army commander for the empire. With that background, her wealth wasn't surprising.

Reaching the grand door, I gave it a slight push—and to my surprise, it swung open effortlessly.

Unlocked?

She must have left it open for me.

Stepping inside, I glanced around. The house was eerily quiet. No servants, no presence of my strict and fiery instructor.

Where is she?

"Instructor?"

I called out a few times, my voice echoing through the halls, but no response came.

With a shrug, I made my way to the living room, sinking into the plush sofa. Pulling out my phone, I mindlessly scrolled through the screen, killing time—until I heard it.

Footsteps.

Slow. Confident.

I looked up—and my cock twitched at the sight.

Samantha walked toward me, completely naked.

My breath caught in my throat.

Her massive tits bounced with every step, heavy and full, her dusky nipples stiff from the lingering heat of the shower. Droplets of water clung to her soaked black hair, rolling down her flushed cheeks, tracing her collarbone, and pooling between the deep valley of her breasts.

A single bead of water slid over a hardened peak before traveling down her toned stomach, vanishing between her thick, creamy thighs. The soft sheen of moisture highlighted every curve—her wide hips, the plushness of her thighs, the subtle flex of her toned abdomen.

And fuck—her ass.

Each step sent a mesmerizing ripple through the thick, round flesh, the weight of it jiggling naturally, demanding attention.

She still hadn't noticed me.

Her towel-covered face shielded her vision as she scrubbed at her wet hair, her arms raised, completely oblivious to the way she was putting her perfect body on full display.

And then—I saw them.

Her smooth, shaved armpits.

Fully exposed as her arms stretched above her head, revealing flawless, unblemished skin. A delicate curve leading to the soft underside of her arms, glistening with lingering droplets.

Something about the sight was utterly intoxicating.

My breath deepened, my eyes glued to the way her muscles shifted subtly beneath her flawless skin. She smelled divine—warm, fresh, feminine. The scent of soap mixed with her natural musk, invading my senses and making my cock pulse painfully against my pants.

And she had no idea.

Arthur's fingers tightened around his phone as he aimed it, eager to immortalize this once-in-a-lifetime view of his naked professor.

But the moment he tapped the screen—

Click.

The shutter sound shattered the silence like a gunshot.

Samantha's footsteps came to an abrupt halt. The towel slipped from her face, revealing piercing green eyes now locked onto him.

Her gaze flickered downward—straight to the shameless tent straining against his pants—then to the phone clutched in his trembling hands.

Arthur swallowed hard.

Shit.

But instead of gasping in shock or scrambling to cover herself, Samantha merely tilted her head, a slow, knowing smirk curving her lips.

"You know, student Arthur," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement as she reached for a small towel, "it's rude to take pictures of a naked woman without permission."

She pressed the damp fabric against her chest, but it was far from decent. The tiny towel barely covered her massive breasts, clinging to the heavy mounds like a feeble excuse for modesty. The dampness made it almost transparent, teasing the dusky peaks beneath. Meanwhile, the curve of her hips and the wet heat between her thick thighs remained entirely exposed.

"And not to mention," she continued, stepping closer, her tone sultry, teasing, "the naked woman happens to be your master."

Arthur barely had time to react before she brushed past him, her scent—a mix of warm water, fresh soap, and something distinctly her—assaulting his senses.

His breath hitched.

His body burned.

Instinctively, he turned, helplessly drawn to the way her thick, round ass swayed with every deliberate step. Each movement sent a mesmerizing ripple through the plush flesh, her bare skin glistening under the dim lighting.

His cock throbbed, painfully hard against his pants.

And she knew it.

"And such rude students," Samantha added without looking back, "need to be punished."

"Since you seem so eager, why don't you burn off that excitement? Go run around the estate a few times while I get dressed."

Arthur grinned. "If that's the punishment for such a heavenly view, then I'd gladly sign up for another round."

"Oh~?" Samantha's smirk widened as she reached into a nearby drawer, pulling out two bracelets and two anklets. She turned to him, extending them. "Then let's make it interesting."

Arthur's gaze, however, was still locked between her thighs—staring at the glistening pink folds barely hidden by the damp towel. Lost in the sinful sight, he blindly took the objects from her hands.

And then—

Boom.

He crashed to the ground, face-first.

"Ha-ha!" Samantha's laughter rang through the room, rich and full of amusement.

Arthur groaned, pushing himself up with a grunt, only to feel an unbearable weight crushing down on him. His muscles burned as if he had been shackled with lead, every fiber of his being protesting against the unseen force pinning him down.

"What the fuck are these?!" he growled, clenching his fists.

"Gravity bracelets," Samantha said casually, twirling a damp lock of hair between her fingers. "A famous dwarf crafted them. They have ancient gravity runes embedded inside—designed to block all mana and aura from your body. Oh, and every time you press the side button..." She leaned down slightly, her smirk widening as she gave him a tantalizing peek of her deep cleavage, "...the weight increases."

Arthur barely had time to curse before she tapped the button on his bracelet.

Click.

"Five times gravity should be enough," she purred.

His body sank instantly, his arms nearly buckling as the invisible force pressed down on him like an unrelenting mountain.

"Now," Samantha hummed, stretching her arms above her head—giving him one last, deliberate view of her smooth, perfect underarms before turning away, her thick hips swaying hypnotically. "Run around the estate five times."

Arthur let out a strained chuckle, sweat already forming on his brow. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Have fun~" she called out, her laughter lingering in the air as she disappeared into her room, leaving Arthur struggling against the crushing weight of his punishment.

Arthur gritted his teeth, his muscles screaming in protest as he pushed forward, step by agonizing step. With the gravity bracelets and anklets locked onto him, every movement felt like he was dragging boulders tied to his limbs. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat dripping from his brow, his clothes sticking to his damp skin.

And he wasn't even halfway through the estate.

"Damn! How big is this place?!" he muttered, glancing around at the vast stretch of land surrounding him. Samantha's estate was massive, its pristine pathways and towering trees stretching endlessly into the distance.

His legs burned. His arms ached. If he weren't weighed down by these cursed restraints, he would have finished this damn run five times over by now.

[Well, that's an excellent tool for your physical training. I don't think this is a punishment at all.]

A familiar voice echoed in his mind—his system's consciousness chiming in with its ever-so-helpful insights.

Arthur groaned. "I know. But I hate this training."

"No one likes training, student Arthur."

His head snapped to the side at the sudden voice.