An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

A few students sat stiffly, lips pressed thin, hiding disappointment. Others looked just relieved to have survived.

Once the final name was called, Samantha clasped her hands behind her back and gave the room a long, thoughtful glance.

"Now," she began, her voice taking on a sharper edge, "before any of you start celebrating or sulking, let me be clear—"

She stepped forward, posture poised, eyes steady.

"This simulation was just that. A simulation."

"Tomorrow, you'll face the real test."

That got their attention.

The mood in the room shifted. Students straightened. The low hum of idle chatter died down.

"Out there," she continued, "it won't be data projections and safe environments. You'll be up against creatures that don't play by the rules, traps that weren't designed for fairness, and people who would kill without hesitation."

Her gaze swept the room again, voice firm and unwavering.

"Some of you relied too much on brute force."

"Some froze under pressure."

"Some panicked the moment you were isolated."

Her words weren't cruel, just honest. And cuttingly accurate.

"Arthur won because he kept calm, adapted, and knew his limits. That's what matters—not flashy spells or big swords."

Alex flinched slightly. Others lowered their gazes, faces taut with frustration or shame.

Arthur, meanwhile, said nothing. He simply stood where he was, arms folded, gaze forward.

"Tomorrow," Samantha said, "your life will be on the line."

"There won't be second chances or safety wards. So I suggest you rest. Eat well. Sleep early. You'll need every bit of strength and clarity."

Her voice softened slightly as she offered a rare smile.

"You've all made it this far, and I'm proud of that. But the real academy doesn't begin until tomorrow."

"Dismissed. Rest up—while you still can."

With that, she turned and strode off, her coat swaying behind her, heels echoing into the corridor beyond.

The room stayed silent for a moment before the tension broke. Students began to shuffle out—some quietly murmuring to friends, others lost in thought.

Arthur exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

'Real test, huh? More like a disaster' Arthur thought. Already getting a headache thinking about future.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Evelyn giving him a faint smile as she passed. Followed by her knight Althea.

'What's with their looks?' Arthur frowned slightly, noticing the strange glances some of the girls gave him before leaving. There was amusement in their eyes… mischief even.

But he didn't think too much of it—until later that night.

When the moon hung high and the dorms were steeped in silence, Arthur was deep in sleep. That was, until a soft knock knock echoed through his room.

Still half-asleep, he groggily rubbed his eyes and stumbled to the door.

"Who the hell…"

Click.

He opened it—and blinked.

Standing there, bathed in moonlight spilling through the corridor windows, were two familiar figures. Saintess Eveline, with a sly, knowing grin stretched across her lips. And behind her stood Althea, her ever-loyal knight, armor gone, dressed only in a thin shirt and tight leather shorts that barely covered her thighs.

Eveline gave him a sugary smile, her tone playful.

"My, my. Were you expecting someone else, Arthur?"

He stared at them, baffled.

"What are you two doing here? It's the middle of the night."

Eveline pouted dramatically. "Oh no, did you forget already?" she teased, stepping closer, pressing a finger to his chest. "You promised us a reward for today's… exceptional performance during the simulation."

"I never—" Arthur began, but Eveline wasn't listening.

With a mischievous smirk, she gave him a gentle shove, pushing him backward into the room. Althea followed right behind, locking the door with a soft click.

Arthur stared at them, still shirtless from sleep. "Wait. Are you serious right now?"

Althea spoke for the first time, her voice low, breathy. "We didn't come all this way to chat." Her eyes gleamed with barely restrained hunger.

Eveline stepped in closer, reaching up to cup Arthur's cheek. Her saintly facade was long gone—the softness in her expression now replaced with raw, burning desire. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this. How long has it been since we did it last time? 1 week?..2 weeks?" Her fingers slid down his chest, nails grazing skin.

Arthur caught her wrist. "Are you guys serious right now?"

Her answer was a deep kiss—hot, wet, and aggressive. Her tongue slipped past his lips, claiming his mouth as her own. She pressed her body against him, the sheer fabric of her white nightgown doing nothing to hide her hardened nipples or the heat between her thighs.

Behind her, Althea knelt down beside them, hands already running up Arthur's leg, nails dragging along his inner thigh as she pressed her face against the bulge growing in his pants, inhaling deeply like a starving animal. "I missed this scent…" she whispered, her breath hot against the fabric.

Eveline broke the kiss, breathless, pupils blown wide. "Tonight, we're not holding back."

Arthur's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. "Neither am I."

He gripped Eveline's waist and tossed her onto the bed with a surprised squeal. She landed on her back, nightgown riding up, revealing nothing underneath. No shame. No hesitation. Her legs spread open, inviting.

Althea crawled onto the bed beside her, eyes flickering between Arthur and her Saintess. "We talked about this, didn't we?" she whispered to Eveline, biting her lip. "You'd finally let him break you."

"And you?" Arthur asked, stepping between them, now shedding his pants. His length bounced free, hard and twitching, making both girls stare.

Althea swallowed hard. "I'm just here to be used."

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in. Her moan was instant, throaty, needy.

"Then don't keep your mouth empty."

Arthur's fist tangled tighter in Althea's silver hair as she obediently opened her mouth, tongue out, eyes wide and glassy. She looked up at him like a bitch begging for a bone—and he didn't disappoint.

He slid his cock over her tongue, watching her lips wrap around the head before thrusting deep down her throat without warning.

"Ngk—!" Her eyes watered instantly, and she choked around him, hands gripping his thighs.

"Don't fucking pretend you can't take it," Arthur growled, grabbing the back of her head and using her throat like it was his personal cocksleeve.

Eveline moaned at the sight, one hand already between her thighs, fingers rubbing her soaked slit as she spread herself wider on the bed. Her holy aura was long gone—now she looked like a depraved succubus watching live porn.

Arthur gave Althea one more brutal thrust, gagging her, then pulled out with a wet pop. She coughed and gasped, saliva trailing from her lips to his cock.

"Get on all fours," he snapped.

Althea obeyed instantly, crawling to the middle of the bed like a trained pet, ass high, dripping through the thin cloth of her shorts. Arthur climbed behind her, tore them off, and gave her bare ass a sharp slap.

She yelped.

"Oh? The knight moans from a little spanking?" he chuckled, bringing his hand down again. "Is this what gets you off, Althea? Being treated like a whore?"

"Yes, sir!" she moaned, biting the pillow as he rained down more smacks, leaving her ass red and trembling.

Meanwhile, Eveline sat up, breathless, watching, one leg hooked over a pillow as she thrust her fingers in and out of herself. "You're so fucking hot when you're like this, Arthur," she whispered. "Don't forget about me…"

Arthur reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a thick black dildo and a leather gag.

"Don't worry," he said, tossing the toy to Eveline. "Stuff yourself with that while I ruin your knight."

She didn't even hesitate. The Saintess of Light spat on the dildo, rubbed it against her slit, then shoved it inside with a deep groan, hips rocking as she fingered her clit around the toy.

Althea whimpered as Arthur slid two fingers inside her soaked pussy, curling them just right, then leaned forward to whisper into her ear.

"Time to gag you, knight."

She moaned like she'd just been blessed by a god.

He buckled the gag around her mouth and shoved a vibrating bullet plug into her ass. Her entire body shuddered, thighs twitching as the buzzing started.

"Fucking ruined already, aren't you?" he whispered, giving her ass a slap. "Dripping on the sheets like a dog in heat."

Althea's muffled moan was answer enough.

Arthur lined himself up and shoved inside her without mercy. Her back arched violently, gag muffling the scream of pleasure-pain as he bottomed out in one thrust.

Behind them, Eveline was fucking herself harder with the dildo, watching with greedy eyes. "More… Fuck her harder. Break that masochist cunt open."

Arthur laughed darkly, grabbing Althea's hips and slamming into her with brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room.

"You're next, Saintess," he growled. "I'm going to fuck that holier-than-thou pussy until you forget every damn prayer you ever memorized."

"Yes… please…!" Eveline begged, one hand now on her tits, pulling at her nipples.

Althea was shaking beneath him, her muffled cries intensifying as her climax approached. Her body convulsed around him as the vibrating plug pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a storm, wetness gushing, thighs trembling violently.

Arthur pulled out, smeared in her juices, and turned to Eveline.

She was already on her back, legs wide, dildo discarded, her hole twitching in anticipation.

"Use me…!" she gasped. "Use me like her! I want it rough!"

Arthur didn't hesitate.

He climbed over her, slammed into her soaked cunt, and grabbed her by the throat.

"You beg for this with that filthy tongue, Saintess?"

"Yes—! Fuck me like a sinner!"

He pounded her hard, one hand choking her lightly, the other pinching her nipple until she screamed.

"I knew you were a whore under that holy robe," he hissed. "Fucking addicted to cock like a street slut."

Her moans were music—desperate, wild, obscene.

"Say it," he growled.

"I'm a whore—! I'm your fucking holy slut—!"

Arthur leaned down, bit her shoulder, and fucked her harder. The bed rocked violently beneath them.

He glanced to the side—Althea was fingering herself through her ruined mess, gag still on, watching as her saintess got wrecked.

He wasn't close to done yet.