An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Arthur's hand slithered down, smooth and deliberate, like the serpent in the garden of sin.

His fingertips ghosted over the hem of her gown—just for a second. Just long enough to let her dread it. Want it. Need it.

And then—

One smooth, devilish motion.

The fabric rose, bunched, and suddenly—

She was bare.

The cool night air kissed her exposed ass cheeks, sending a violent shiver up her spine.

She froze.

Mortified.

Aroused.

And—most dangerously of all—completely at his mercy.

"Th-that's…"

She tried to protest, but honestly—what the fuck could she even say at this point?

She was standing there, half-naked, her ass fully out, while her husband's younger brother had his face inches away, ready to devour her like a fucking feast.

"I need to check it from here, sister-in-law. For your own sake."

His tone was **pure professionalism—**if professionalism included face-diving into asses like it was a fucking Olympic sport.

She gulped.

"F-fine…"

The words slipped out before she could even think.

Was she supposed to object? Refuse?

She didn't.

She couldn't.

Because deep down, she wanted this.

'Oh shit, it's happening! Holy fuck, it's actually happening!'

She screamed internally, caught somewhere between self-loathing and wild, desperate anticipation.

And then—

He touched her.

Hard.

His palms landed on her bare ass, gripping it with the kind of reverence usually reserved for priceless artifacts.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips.

His fingers sank in, kneading, squeezing, molding, as if he was trying to memorize every sinful curve.

And then—just to ruin her even further—

He spread her apart.

A filthy, obscene motion that left her completely vulnerable.

"Mmm…"

A low, appreciative hum rumbled against her skin.

"So soft… so fucking perfect."

Arthur spread her apart like a perverted Moses parting the Red Sea, revealing her scandalously buried G-string, which was doing a pathetic job of hiding her, uh… enthusiasm.

And oh, fuck, was she enthusiastic.

Her panties were ruined.

A dark, damp patch sat right in the center, glaring proof of her shameful arousal.

Arthur chuckled, a deep, wicked sound, before dragging his thumb right over it, feeling just how soaked she was.

"Oh my. Seems like there's a leakage here, sister-in-law. Care to explain?"

His voice came from below—smug, teasing, merciless.

Her humiliation skyrocketed so high it could've set off a fire alarm.

"N-nothing. I don't know."

Lie.

A filthy, pathetic lie.

She knew exactly why she was like this.

And so did he.

Arthur tsked, shaking his head.

"Well then," he said, voice dripping with mock concern, "I guess I'd better take a closer look. Just to be thorough."

Her eyes went wide.

"N-no, wait—"

Too fucking late.

His face dove right back between her spread cheeks, as if that was its natural fucking habitat.

Her legs nearly gave out.

His nose pressed deep into her crack, breathing her in like a bloodhound on a trail.

And then—

His lips.

His fucking lips.

He kissed her. Soft. Wet. Deliberate.

Right there.

Even through the fabric, she felt the heat of his mouth, the obscene pressure of his lips—

And then—

His tongue.

Oh gods, his tongue.

It dragged slow and filthy over her soaked panties, tasting the evidence of her shameless, forbidden arousal.

A deep, satisfied groan vibrated against her, and she choked on a moan.

Her pussy clenched, throbbing in time with her racing heart.

Any shred of dignity she had left?

Gone. Packed its bags. Left the fucking building.

"O-oh gods… o-oh fuck…"

The words fell from her lips without permission, a desperate, breathless whimper.

And Arthur?

He just smirked against her, his tongue pressing harder, dragging out another filthy, unholy moan.

"Mmm… sister-in-law, you're absolutely dripping."

Arthur chuckled, his hand pressing firmer against her soaked, trembling slit.

"Hmm… good question, sister-in-law. Your hole is indeed tight… delicate…."

His fingers teased the entrance, barely pressing in, just enough to make her gasp and squirm.

"But don't worry."

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, his tone dripping with sinful amusement.

"I'll make it fit."

Her breath hitched, her whole body tensing, anticipating, aching.

"O-oh… gods…" she whimpered, her thighs instinctively trying to clamp shut—

But his other hand was faster.

It gripped her inner thigh, keeping her spread wide, vulnerable, open.

"Ah-ah. No closing up now. We wouldn't want the leakage to get worse, would we?"

Her face burned, her body betraying her with another fresh gush of arousal against his teasing fingers.

Arthur groaned, deep and low, as if savoring every drop.

"Tsk, tsk. Just look at this mess. It's pouring out of you, sister-in-law. How desperate are you, really?"

Her head spun, her dignity long gone, her pride crushed beneath the weight of her own desire.

And then—

His fingers pushed just a little deeper, the tip barely parting her slick, trembling folds.

It wasn't enough.

Not even close.

But it was enough to make her moan, her body shuddering against his grip.

Arthur smirked.

"Hmm… I think you're right, though. My instrument might get stuck at the entrance. Such a small, tight hole…"

"I pity you sister in law, your hole is so barely used that it had closed up."

He dragged his fingers upward, brushing over her aching, swollen clit.

She jerked, a strangled cry spilling from her lips.

" But don't worry," he mused, voice silky and wicked, "I will loosen it up first."

Her thighs quivered, the relentless assault of his tongue sending shockwaves through her entire body.

"O-oh… gods…" she gasped, hands gripping at the nearest surface, nails digging in as her legs threatened to give out.

Arthur's chuckle vibrated against her slick heat, the sensation damn near making her scream.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" he murmured against her folds, his voice thick with amusement and pure, unfiltered desire.

And then—

Slurp.

His tongue flattened, dragging up her slit slow and deliberate, before curling around her swollen clit with devilish precision.

"AHH—!"

Her hips bucked violently, pleasure exploding through her like a wildfire.

"Mmm, such a responsive little thing."

He pulled back just enough to watch her, his fingers spreading her open, taking in the sight of her dripping, trembling, completely at his mercy.

"So wet, so eager…" He smirked, his fingers gliding through the mess he'd made of her. "And all because of me.

Not your husband.

Not anyone else.

Me."

His fingers pressed in, teasing, stroking, just enough to keep her desperate, squirming, right on the edge but never giving her that final push.

"Arthur…" she whimpered, her voice a mixture of shame, need, and pure, helpless surrender.

Arthur's grin deepened.

Her moans spilled from her lips, raw and unfiltered, as her body gave in completely. Logic? Pride? She couldn't even spell those words right now.

Arthur had her, and she loved every second of it.

Her voice was a mess—part breathy moan, part weak protest, and 100% not convincing anyone.

Arthur paused, his mouth still dangerously close to her dripping folds. Then, ever so slowly, he lifted his head, one brow quirking up as if she'd just asked him whether water was wet.

"Hurt you?" He echoed, his lips curving into that goddamn cocky smirk.

Then, without warning, he gave her pussy one long, slow lick—from bottom to top, savoring every drop—before pulling back just enough to murmur against her trembling skin.

"Sister-in-law… do you hear yourself right now?"

She squeaked, her legs shaking as heat flooded her face.

"I-I just meant—"

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"No, no, let's analyze this." Arthur cut her off, his tone pure amusement. "You're dripping down your thighs, grinding back against my face like you're trying to suffocate me with your ass—"

"W-WHAT?! I am NOT—"

"—and you're worried about pain? Sweetheart, at this point, I'd say the only thing that might hurt is if I stop."

"But still.. your thing is too huge for me. It will surely heart a lot."

Arthur's grin widened—that cocky, devil-may-care smirk that practically screamed,

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea."

"Hurt?" He mused, tilting his head, feigning deep contemplation.

"Eh, maybe a bit. But trust me, babe, once you adjust to the size, you'll be begging for more. The pleasure will make the pain feel like a tickle."

Juliana's entire face combusted.

"T-this poor woman… has only ever handled… s-small instruments." She managed, her voice trembling with something that definitely wasn't fear.

"How is she supposed to take something so… b-big… and hard?"

Arthur's brow quirked, his smirk curling into something even more wicked.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head, sister-in-law." He purred, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her trembling thighs.

"This poor woman's insides? Made for me. Trust me, you'll take it like a champ."

The air between them crackled, their filthy, absurd banter turning into something far more dangerous—far more delicious.

Juliana swallowed hard. "A-alright," she whispered, every inch of her body betraying her.

"If your… instrument can help this poor woman sleep tonight, I will be… eternally grateful."

Arthur let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound sliding down her spine like silk and sin.

"Heh… Thank you, sister-in-law." He murmured, his fingers finally curling around her hips.

"Now, allow me to introduce you… to my divine instrument."