An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

"What's a saintess doing in a man's room this late?" His voice was low, teasing, as his hand wandered higher.

Eveline sucked in a shaky breath, biting her lip when his fingers brushed higher, skimming her bare skin with deliberate slowness.

"It's… it's about my godmother," Eveline whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "She's come to the city and is staying at the church."

Arthur listened, but his attention was elsewhere—on the way her body reacted to his touch, the faint quiver in her breath as she tried to explain.

His hand slid higher, slipping under her nightgown, fingers gliding over the smooth curve of her stomach before moving up to cup her breast.

"Ahh—" Eveline gasped, her back arching as his thumb teased her nipple through the thin fabric.

Arthur leaned in, lips brushing against her ear. "Godmother?" He murmured, his voice laced with amusement as his fingers kneaded her soft flesh. "And what exactly do you want me to do about it?"

His touch grew rougher, more insistent, his palm molding against her chest. Eveline's breath hitched, her body instinctively pressing against him.

"I'm meeting her tomorrow," she managed between ragged breaths. "Come with me. I want to introduce you."

There was bitterness in her voice, but underneath it—fear, uncertainty… jealousy. Arthur smirked, pushing her further, testing how much control she was willing to surrender.

"That depends on your performance tonight," he mused. "I've had a long day… I need some relaxation, you know?"

Before she could respond, he moved—his lips trailing down her neck, pressing soft, wet kisses along her flushed skin.

Eveline shuddered, her grip tightening around the blanket as his mouth traveled lower. He pushed aside the fabric of her nightgown, exposing the delicate skin of her armpit.

Without hesitation, Arthur buried his face against Eveline's skin, his mouth pressing against the warm, slightly damp flesh. He inhaled her scent—earthy, sweet, laced with sweat—before his tongue flicked out, tasting her. Salty, intoxicating.

Eveline jolted. "Ah—Arthur!" Her voice hitched, caught between surprise and something deeper.

Arthur didn't stop. His tongue dragged across the sensitive skin, licking, sucking, his mouth hot and relentless. Eveline squirmed, trying to pull away, but he held her firm, gripping her wrist with one hand while his other hand dug into her thigh.

"Stay still," he muttered against her skin, his teeth scraping lightly.

She shuddered, her breath ragged. "You're—hngh—insane…"

Arthur only chuckled, dark and low. "And you love it."

His mouth moved lower, tasting every inch, lips wet, tongue working rough and eager. Eveline's breath quickened, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. The heat of his breath, the slick pressure of his tongue—it sent a sharp pulse straight between her legs.

"Fuck…" she whispered, her fingers finding his hair, tugging.

Arthur growled, his grip tightening as his hand slipped under her nightgown. Rough fingers traced up her inner thigh, dragging over hot, bare skin. She gasped when he found her soaked pussy, his touch teasing, unhurried.

"You're dripping," he murmured, voice thick with hunger. "All from just this?"

Eveline's legs parted instinctively, her body betraying her. "Shut up," she shot back, breathless, but her hips bucked against his fingers, desperate for more.

"You like that?" Arthur growled against her skin, his voice thick with amusement as he continued to explore her armpit with his tongue.

Eveline's head fell back, her breath shuddering. "Nnnh… Ahh—" She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to spill from her throat.

Arthur smirked. "Don't hold back. Let me hear you."

His other hand moved to her breast, squeezing rough, fingers digging in as his mouth worked her over—licking, sucking, leaving no inch untouched. Eveline's breaths turned into sharp, desperate pants, her hips rolling against his hand, chasing the friction she craved.

It was too much. Too intense. The heat of his tongue, the possessive grip on her body, the obscene way his fingers toyed with her. She felt like she was unraveling, every thought dissolving into raw need.

Then, through the haze, her voice cracked. "W-What… happened to you…? Why are you licking my armpits? You've never done this before—"

Arthur didn't stop. If anything, her words only seemed to amuse him. He grinned against her skin, his fingers never slowing as they plunged deeper, twisting inside her.

"Oh? I'm exploring kinks these days," he said, voice laced with smug satisfaction. "And look at you—" His thumb dragged over her swollen clit, making her whimper. "You're dripping. You fucking love it."

Eveline gasped, her body arching off the couch as pleasure shot through her. "I—Ahhh—"

Arthur leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Just admit it. You're desperate for me to ruin you."

And with that, he slammed his fingers deeper, curling them just right—forcing her to fall apart in his hands.

Eveline grabbed at Arthur, her hands trembling as she tried to suppress the sounds threatening to escape her throat. Shame and pleasure burned through her in equal measure, her face hot as she bit down on his shoulder, trying to muffle the cries that tore from her lips.

Arthur's mouth never stopped, his tongue dragging over the sensitive skin of her armpit, tasting her as if he couldn't get enough. The sensation sent her over the edge. Her body tensed, then convulsed, pleasure crashing through her in uncontrollable waves. A muffled moan broke free as she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails pressing deep.

Arthur finally pulled back slightly, his breath heavy, his mouth still teasing the flushed, sensitive skin. Eveline shuddered beneath him, her body still tingling in the aftermath of release. But just as the tension between them threatened to ignite again—

THUD.

A loud crash shattered the moment. Eveline jolted, panic flashing through her as she scrambled to adjust her nightgown, heart racing. Arthur exhaled, annoyed, his gaze snapping to the door.

And there, in the most compromising position imaginable, was Althea.

She was on the floor, face-down, her nightgown bunched up around her waist. Her bra had ridden up, exposing her bare breasts, and her panties were pulled halfway down her thighs. Worse still, a slick glistening trail ran down her inner thighs—clear evidence of exactly what she'd been doing.

There was a long, heavy silence.

Eveline blinked. "Althea? What the fuck were you doing?" Her voice was sharp, confused, not fully processing what she was seeing.

Althea stayed where she was, her face still pressed against the floor, as if hoping it would swallow her whole.

Arthur, however, smirked. He stepped forward, shutting the door with deliberate ease before glancing down at the humiliated knight.

"What do you mean, what was she doing?" he said, amusement lacing his tone. "It's obvious. She was touching herself while spying on her master getting fucked. Got so caught up in it that she lost balance and fell."

Eveline's eyes widened. "Wha—?" Her gaze shot back to Althea, who was now sitting up on her knees, head bowed, hands gripping the fabric of her gown in sheer mortification.

Arthur turned back to Eveline, shaking his head. "And you? I know you were eager, but at least lock the damn door properly." His lips curled into a knowing smirk. "It's fortunate that it was just your knight peeping. What if it had been some random guy?"

"S-Sorry…" Eveline mumbled, still staring at Althea in shock.

The knight still refused to look up, her entire body tense with guilt and humiliation.

Arthur took a slow step toward her, his smirk deepening.

"Well then… What should we do with our little voyeur?"