An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Arthur groaned. "Inside. I can't stand this damn sun anymore." He glanced at the enchanted bracelets still locked around his wrists. "But can you take these off now?"

Samantha tsked, wagging a finger. "Oh no, no. You're keeping them on."

Arthur frowned. "This is torture."

"It's for your own good." She stood up, her hips swaying as she led the way inside.

The moment Arthur stepped into the cool air-conditioned room, relief washed over him. He didn't hesitate—walking straight to the plush, wide sofa, he peeled off his damp shirt and slid his pants down, tossing them aside.

Then, with a lazy grin, he sprawled out on the couch, completely bare, hands resting behind his head. His arousal stood proudly, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

"Shall we begin?" he said, eyes dark with anticipation.

Samantha chuckled as she undressed, her movements slow and deliberate. She settled beside him, leaning back on her arms, her smirk playful.

"Impatient, are we?"

Samantha's sultry voice dripped with amusement as she spread her thick thighs, revealing her glistening pink slit nestled beneath a neatly trimmed bush. Her swollen, perky breasts hung perfectly on her chest, her puffy nipples standing rock-hard, twitching slightly with anticipation.

"Well then, enjoy your sexy master's smooth soles," she purred, lifting one delicate foot.

Arthur's breath hitched as Samantha placed her soft, milky-white sole against his throbbing cock, the warmth of her skin sending jolts of pleasure through him.

"Uggh!" He threw his head back, his pulse pounding as her silky sole slid slowly from the base of his shaft to the tip, teasing every sensitive nerve.

"Hehe~ looks like my little pet loves his master's feet," Samantha teased, her confidence growing as she licked her lips. She began to move, her sole gliding effortlessly up and down, pressing just firmly enough to make him twitch.

Arthur groaned as she spread her perfect toes, wiggling them playfully around his shaft like tiny, dexterous fingers.

"Hughh… M-Master!" he gasped, his cock twitching from the intoxicating sensations.

Samantha smirked, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Don't worry, Master will make sure to milk you properly."

With a focused expression, she lifted her other leg, pressing her second soft sole against the opposite side of his aching length.

"Mnhh… fuck!" Arthur bit his lip as both of her smooth soles worked him, sliding up and down, sometimes in sync, other times opposite, making his shaft throb with unbearable pleasure.

Her toes curled, rubbing against his sensitive tip, smearing his precum across her skin. Samantha's smirk widened as she watched his abs tense, his body twitching beneath her.

"So hard already," she purred, squeezing him between her feet. "I wonder how long you'll last before you make a mess all over your master's pretty soles?"

"H~holy shit!" Arthur moaned, his body jolting as Samantha's toes wrapped tightly around his tip.

"No cussing," Samantha smirked, squeezing just a little harder before sliding her soles along his slick shaft, picking up the pace.

"How long can you last, hmm?" she teased, eyes locked onto his flushed face.

Arthur barely had time to breathe before her soft, milky soles started moving faster, furiously stroking him. The warm friction sent waves of unbearable pleasure through his body, making his legs tremble.

"U~uhhh!" He gasped, his mind blanking as her delicate toes curled around him, tightening their grip.

His master—his untouchable, all-powerful master—was milking his cock with her perfect feet, and the sheer eroticism of it made his body tense up. Her smooth skin, her teasing movements, the way her soles glided effortlessly up and down his slick shaft—he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

His body answered before his mind could.

"F-fuck!" Arthur choked out as a sudden rush of heat built inside him, his cock throbbing wildly between Samantha's relentless feet.

"That's it, cum for your master's feet," Samantha commanded, curling and wiggling her toes as Arthur lost control.

"Ughhh!" He moaned, his cock twitching violently before thick ropes of hot cum exploded onto her soft toes, splattering between them and dripping onto her smooth stomach.

"So much..." Samantha's voice was filled with amazement as she lifted her foot slightly, watching the gooey white liquid string between her toes. "It even got on my tits… good thing I undressed. I wouldn't want my favorite dress ruined."

Arthur kept cumming, his body convulsing with every pulse, his shaft jerking wildly as another thick stream shot onto her stomach. His arms gave out, and he collapsed backward, panting hard, his mind still spinning.

Samantha slowly pulled her feet back, spreading her sticky toes apart, watching the mess he had made.

"You really made a mess," she mused, shaking her head before tucking her feet beneath her and crawling over him. Her swollen tits dangled above, casting a shadow over his exhausted body.

"Even after all that running, you still had that much stamina left in you. Truly remarkable," she murmured, her voice turning mischievous. "I wonder just how much you'd cum if you were at your best…"

Arthur didn't hear Samantha's teasing—his body was too spent, his mind too drained. Already exhausted from earlier training and after spilling so much, intense exhaustion took over, and he surrendered completely, slipping into a deep sleep.

By the time he woke up, the sun was already setting. A warm orange-red hue bathed the room, casting long shadows across the walls. A soft blanket covered him, shielding him from the evening chill. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and stretched lazily before wrapping the blanket around himself and stepping out onto the balcony.

His master sat there, basking in the dim, golden light.

She had changed into a loose silk robe, lazily tied at the waist, with a lacy bra visible underneath. Her long legs were bare, crossed casually as she leaned back in her chair. The warm evening breeze rustled the fabric as she turned toward him.

"Oh, you're finally up. Want some refreshments?"

Arthur walked over and sat down across from her, grabbing a cookie and biting into it.

"Thanks," he said. "But this isn't enough. I haven't eaten all day."

Samantha chuckled, "I know. That's why I had a full meal prepared for you—monster meat, rich with nutrients and perfect for strengthening your body."

Arthur's stomach growled in response, but before he could ask where the food was, Samantha's expression shifted into playful mockery.

"But before that, you should really get yourself washed up. You stink."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "What do you expect? I was drenched in sweat."

As he leaned back in his chair, taking another bite, a thought crossed his mind. "By the way, don't you have any servants? I haven't seen a single person in the house."

Samantha scoffed. "Of course, I have servants. Do you really think I manage this entire estate on my own?" She arched a brow before adding, "But they have weekends off too. Or do you think only office workers deserve breaks?"

Arthur shrugged. "Fair enough. Everyone deserves time off. I was just asking."

He stood up, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, I'll go wash up."

Samantha sipped her tea, watching him with a smirk. "Good. I don't want you smelling like a beast while eating with me."

With that, he headed toward the bath, already looking forward to a hot soak—and the meal waiting for him afterward. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire