An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Arthur lay sprawled on the ground, his entire body drenched in sweat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his muscles twitching from the sheer exhaustion of running under five times gravity. His limbs felt like lead, every fiber of his being screaming in protest.

Fuck… just one lap and I'm already dying…

His eyes were squeezed shut as he gasped for breath, but then—

"And here I thought you had remarkable stamina."

That teasing voice made his eyes snap open.

Samantha stood above him, legs slightly parted, casting a shadow over his exhausted form. Her hands rested on her hips, her green eyes glinting with mischief. But Arthur wasn't looking at her eyes.

His gaze drifted up—his head tilting ever so slightly.

And there it was.

From his low position, the hem of her short dress revealed a sinful sight—the soft, plump lips of her pussy pressing against the delicate fabric of her panties. The thin material clung desperately to her curves, slightly damp, outlining every detail. Small curls of dark pubic hair peeked out from the constraints of the fabric, teasing him, taunting him.

Arthur's breath hitched.

His cock, despite his exhausted state, twitched violently—hardening almost instantly.

Samantha's eyes flickered downward, noticing the unmistakable tent in his pants. A smirk curved her lips as she stepped forward, her bare feet landing on either side of his legs.

And then—

She stepped over him.

Arthur followed the movement, his gaze shamelessly tracing up her thick, toned thighs as she positioned herself above his crotch. Her scent—warm, intoxicating—filled his nose, making his pulse spike.

Then, without warning—

Press.

Samantha lifted one leg slightly and brought her foot down, rubbing directly over his straining length.

"Oooooffff—" Arthur let out a guttural groan, his hips instinctively twitching up into the pressure.

"Looks like I was wrong," Samantha purred, tilting her head as she continued rolling the ball of her foot over his clothed cock, sending waves of heat rushing through his body. "You still have quite a bit of heat left in you."

Arthur sucked in a sharp breath, his hands clenching into fists against the ground. The weight of her foot, the teasing friction, the sheer dominance in her posture—it was all too much.

"Can't let all this stamina go to waste, can we?" she mused.

And then—

"Let's go for another round."

Just like that, the arousal surging through Arthur died instantly.

His cock, which had been throbbing at full attention, went limp.

Samantha blinked. "Huh? What happened?" She lifted her foot slightly, staring down at the sudden change in his pants. "Why did it go down?"

Arthur let out a tired groan, "Instructor, stop teasing me… I can't run anymore." He huffed, barely able to lift his arm. "At least decrease the weight. Five times gravity is just torture."

Samantha stared at him for a moment, then—

"Ha-ha!"

Her laughter rang through the air, full of amusement, full of wicked delight. She crouched down, balancing effortlessly, her fingers tapping against his sweat-soaked chest. "You should have thought about this before accepting me as your master, student Arthur."

Then, with a playful smirk, she wiggled her toes in front of his face, beckoning him forward.

"Now get up and start running."*

Arthur groaned, mentally cursing himself, Samantha, and those damn gravity bracelets.

But he knew—he had no choice.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself off the ground, his muscles screaming in protest as he forced himself back on his feet.

Samantha simply smiled, watching him struggle.

Every step felt like moving through wet cement, his legs trembling from the sheer effort.

And just when he was sure he would collapse—

"I think you're not motivated enough," Samantha's voice cut through the silence.

Arthur groaned. "I highly doubt anyone would be motivated for this kind of training. I'd much rather be swinging my sword, learning some cool sword art instead of… whatever this is."

Samantha hummed, tilting her head, as if pondering something. "Well, then… let's offer a little incentive, shall we?"

Arthur glanced up at her, wary. "What kind of incentive?"

She smiled, playful yet undeniably wicked. "Tell me…" She stepped closer, leaning down just enough that her cleavage was dangerously close to spilling out of her loose dress. "How did you like it when I rubbed over your crotch with my toes earlier?"

His lips parted as he exhaled, "Ohhh… It was fantastic."

Her smirk deepened. "Would you like to experience that again… but this time, with nothing in between?"

Arthur's entire body stiffened—this time, not from the weight of the gravity bracelets. His breath hitched, his mind racing.

"Are you serious?" His voice came out sharper than he intended, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

"Mmm~" Samantha tapped a finger to her lips, pretending to think, then finally said, "Two more rounds. If you finish two more rounds around the estate, I'll reward you with a footjob~."

Arthur didn't even hesitate.

A surge of unknown energy exploded through his veins, his fatigue erased as if it never existed. His eyes burned with newfound determination, a fire igniting in his chest. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

"Deal!"

And then—

He ran.

Samantha burst into laughter as she watched him transform from a man on the verge of collapse to a lightning bolt shooting across the estate.

"Oh my~ Look at that," she mused, folding her arms beneath her bust, "suddenly, he has all the stamina in the world."

Arthur didn't respond. He was too focused, too driven.

After all—this was the most important training of his life.

Arthur finally completed his third lap around the estate, his body aching, muscles screaming in protest. His legs felt like lead, barely able to carry him forward. What should have taken less than half an hour—fifteen minutes if he had used mana—had instead stretched into over two grueling hours.

But it was worth it.

With slow, heavy steps, he made his way toward Samantha, who was lounging on a sunbed, drink in hand, basking under the golden afternoon rays.

"I'm done."

At his words, she removed her sunglasses and glanced at him. He was drenched in sweat, his entire body flushed red from exertion. His soaked shirt clung to his toned torso, outlining every defined muscle.

Samantha's lips curled into a smirk. "You actually did it. Even I wasn't that fit at your age."

Arthur scowled. "And yet you gave me that damn task."

She sipped her drink, unfazed. "And look—you accomplished it." Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "Even if you needed a little motivation."

Arthur exhaled sharply. "Now, it's your turn to keep your end of the deal." He reached for his waistband, undoing his pants.

Samantha raised a brow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Eager, aren't we?" She leaned forward. "So… do you want to do it here, or shall we go inside?"