An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Arthur didn't even turn to look.

He tilted his head slightly, letting the spear graze past his cheek before it embedded itself into the ground behind him.

Then he spoke.

"...That's all?"

Althea clenched her teeth.

'He's toying with us.'

Althea's tattered top clung desperately to her glistening skin, half-burnt and barely holding onto decency. The side of her breast peeked with every movement, and a long tear along her thigh exposed the top of her lace panties—already singed at the edges.

She charged forward, her greatsword dripping with water magic as it came crashing down.

BOOM!

The ground cracked, sending dust and rock flying—but Arthur wasn't there.

In a blink, something hard pressed against her back—a muscular chest. And something sharper—cold steel—rested against the soft skin of her throat.

Arthur's voice brushed her ear, deep and low. "Still too slow."

Her breath hitched. She knew that tone too well.

Before she could "retaliate," a wall of shimmering light erupted between them.

CRACK!

Arthur stepped back with a soft tsk, his gaze trailing one last time over Althea's exposed curves.

Eveline landed beside her, robes fluttering—one sleeve already half torn, revealing a delicate, lacy strap digging into her pale shoulder. Mist swirled at her fingertips.

"You're being reckless," Eveline said with a calm, pointed look—though the faint smirk on her lips betrayed her real mood.

Althea exhaled, cheeks flushed—not just from the fight. "He touched me again."

"You leaned back into it," Eveline murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible. "Stop pretending you didn't like it."

Arthur stood casually across from them, spinning his sword lazily in hand. His eyes gleamed with wicked amusement.

"You girls put on such a convincing act," he said with a grin. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually wanted to win."

"And if we didn't know better," Eveline replied smoothly, "we'd think you were trying to grope us on purpose."

Arthur's smile widened. "I mean… I was."

The barrier cracked again.

CRASH!

Light exploded as the wall shattered. Arthur blitzed in—and Eveline met him mid-air, their swords clashing violently.

As they struggled, she slipped—intentionally. Her chest pressed against his, soft and unmistakably familiar. Her thighs brushed his hips, her breath hot against his cheek.

"Oops," she whispered, smirking.

Arthur chuckled. "Such a dirty trick."

"You like it."

Althea lunged in from the side. Arthur twisted to deflect—but she moved closer than necessary, her knee brushing between his legs as she parried his sword. He flinched—though not in pain.

"You're getting excited again," she whispered, half-laughing. "Careful. The professors are watching."

"I know," Arthur growled playfully. "Stop grinding against me, then."

"I'm attacking," she said sweetly. "Totally a combat stance."

Steel rang as they danced—clashing blades, twisting bodies, every movement laced with friction and heat.

Eveline rejoined the clash—forming a three-way spiral of motion.

Her robe, now barely covering her cleavage, slipped further, revealing the soft swell of her breasts. Arthur caught her arm—only to feel her fingers curl around his wrist and guide it… just a bit too low.

"Don't tempt me, Eveline."

"Who said I wasn't already doing it?" she breathed.

Althea spun behind him and pressed herself to his back—her voice teasing in his ear. "You better act like you hate this. Or the professors will be suspicious."

Arthur exhaled slowly, caught between two half-dressed women pretending to fight him while actively feeling him up.

His sword surged with mana, dispelling the sensual fog in his mind.

"All right. Enough foreplay."

He shoved them both back with a blast of pressure—making it look dramatic, even as both girls deliberately stumbled, robes and tops slipping even more in just the right places.

Their flushed cheeks, heaving chests, and exposed skin all painted a picture of exhaustion.

But their grins—those damn secretive, sultry smirks—told him they weren't anywhere near done yet.

"Let's keep this professional, shall we?" Arthur called out loudly for the audience.

Then, under his breath: "Meet me after this. Both of you."

Althea licked her lips. "Only if you promise not to hold back this time."

Eveline fixed her neckline—making it worse. "And this time, we're on top."

"Let's see about that," he muttered—then added, with mock regret, "Sorry."

Before she could question it, he stepped onto her thigh, launching himself upward in a twisting arc.

He spun midair—steel flashing like a falling star.

CLANG!

Althea blocked, but the impact forced her to her knees. She growled, lifting her blade up again—but too late.

Arthur was already behind her.

"Sorry, darling," he whispered coldly—though his hand brushed her ass as he raised his sword. "Time's up."

The edge of his blade kissed her neck.

SLASH.

Althea gasped—but didn't scream. She simply smiled. "Mm… you better make it up to me later."

Her body burst into particles of light, scattering like petals in the wind.

Eveline froze as she saw it. "You bastard…"

She didn't wait—her staff surged with power, wings of holy light forming behind her. "You'll pay for that!"

Arthur raised a brow. "So dramatic."

Their blades met again—light versus steel. Eveline was faster, more aggressive—clearly emotional now—but Arthur was too calm.

He disarmed her with a precise twist of his wrist. The staff clattered to the ground.

She stepped back, chest heaving, biting her lip. "So that's it? You're just going to kill me too?"

Arthur approached slowly, blade at his side.

He leaned in close. "That was the deal, wasn't it?"

His free hand slid around her waist. She didn't stop him. Their eyes locked—too long, too intense.

And then—

SLASH.

The tip of his blade kissed her throat, gently dragging across before delivering a clean, swift cut.

She didn't scream either. Instead, she smirked with half-lidded eyes, murmuring, "I hope to get a good compensation for this."

Then she, too, broke apart into sparkling particles—soft, glowing remnants of the fight.

Arthur stood in the aftermath, exhaling slowly.

The audience—watching from afar via crystal orbs—likely saw a brutal duel.

They had no idea just how dirty it had been.

Arthur sheathed his sword with a satisfied sigh. "They wanted to act. I gave them a damn good show."

He looked skyward, smirking. "Now… where's my next opponent?"