An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Chapter 209: Caught in act ***

She tightened her grip on her fork, refusing—absolutely refusing—to look at him.

But then she felt it.

A brush of fingers, light as a whisper, teasing the inside of her thigh.

She stiffened.

Her legs instinctively clamped shut, but it was too late. Arthur's hand had already found its way under her dress.

A sharp inhale betrayed her.

No. Not here. Gods, not here.

Lucious Ludwig, the head of the family, sat just across from them, reading a military report over his tea.

Alicia was chatting with a knight, oblivious.

The table was full, the hall lively—and yet Arthur was touching her.

"Tense, sister-in-law?" Arthur's voice was silk-wrapped sin, low enough that only she could hear.

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles, creeping higher, higher—

She reached for her teacup with unsteady hands, her fingers trembling as she lifted it to her lips.

Stay calm. Stay composed. Pretend nothing's happening.

But then—oh fuck—

Arthur's fingers brushed against her soaked core.

Amelia froze.

A violent shockwave of pleasure jolted through her, her body betraying her with a telltale twitch.

Arthur felt it. She knew he did.

His smirk deepened.

"Already wet? Naughty thing."

She nearly spilled her tea.

Her breath hitched, but she bit the inside of her cheek, forcing her face into an expression of practiced indifference.

Arthur, however, was having none of it.

His fingers pushed further, sliding against her slick heat, stroking, teasing—coaxing out the desperate little whimpers she had to swallow down.

She clenched her thighs together, trying to trap his hand, stop his wicked torment.

But Arthur merely chuckled, his fingers rubbing slow, torturous circles over her swollen clit.

She gripped the tablecloth tight, trying to steady her breath.

Across from her, Lucious bit on a piece of steak. Beside him Elona biting on sandwich.

Nobody noticed.

Nobody knew that under the table, Arthur was ruining her.

"Stop," she hissed under her breath.

Arthur tilted his head, feigning innocence.

"Stop what?"

She glared daggers at him, but the moment his fingers slipped inside her, all thoughts of murder vanished.

A sharp jolt of pleasure—deep, raw, unrelenting.

Her fork nearly slipped from her grasp.

Her breath hitched, a little too loud—too noticeable.

Lucious looked up from his report, raising an eyebrow.

"Something wrong, Amelia?"

Panic surged through her veins.

Arthur's fingers curled inside her, stroking that perfect, devastating spot.

She fought to keep her expression neutral, even as her entire body throbbed, desperate, aching.

She forced a tight-lipped smile, praying he wouldn't see the tremble in her voice.

"N-no. Just… a bit hot in here."

Arthur's lips brushed against her ear, his voice an unholy mix of amusement and dark promise.

"Oh, it's about to get much hotter."

And with that, his fingers thrust deeper.

Arthur's fingers fucked into her under the table, slow but deep, making sure she felt every inch of the intrusion.

Amelia bit her lip hard, her whole body tense, trying not to react. Trying to act like she wasn't getting fingered in front of her entire family.

But her pussy was soaked, and he could feel it.

Arthur's smirk widened as his fingers curled, rubbing that spot inside her that made her legs shake.

Her hand clawed at the tablecloth, gripping it for dear life.

"Stop," she whispered, barely moving her lips.

Arthur leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Why? You're already squeezing my fingers so tight."

A slick sound came from beneath the table. It was barely audible, but to her, it was deafening.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

Her thighs quivered, her breath came out shaky, and she could feel it—the pressure, the heat, the slow, torturous build of an orgasm.

Arthur knew it too.

His fingers picked up speed, fucking into her deeper, rubbing that spot over and over.

She was going to cum.

Right here. In front of everyone.

She panicked.

Her chair scraped against the floor as she abruptly pushed back. "Excuse me," she choked out, her voice too high, too tight.

Lucious glanced up from his papers. "Something wrong, Amelia?"

Arthur's fingers slipped out of her with a wet noise just as she stood.

Her whole body was burning, her pussy throbbing, her slick dripping down her thighs.

She grabbed the napkin off her lap and held it against herself, as if that would somehow hide the mess he made of her.

Arthur licked his fingers, watching her with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, Amelia," he drawled, his voice mocking. "Something wrong?"

Her eyes burned with humiliation.

She spun on her heel and rushed out of the room.

But she barely made it past the hall before a strong hand grabbed her wrist.

Arthur yanked her into an empty corridor, shoving her up against the wall.

His body pressed against hers, his knee between her legs, trapping her in place.

"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, rubbing his thigh against her soaking wet cunt.

Amelia's breath hitched.

Amelia shuddered, her cheeks burning. She could still feel the lingering heat between her thighs, the way he had teased her mercilessly while others sat just a few feet away, completely unaware.

Her lips parted to say something—anything—but Arthur's fingers traced down her thigh, making her words dissolve into a sharp inhale.

"Still soaked," he mused, his tone almost mocking. "You really are something, sister in law."

She bit her lip, her body betraying her as he explored her shamelessly, his touch rough, demanding. When he lifted her thigh, hitching it over his hip, she didn't resist. Instead, her arms found his shoulders, clutching onto him as he pressed closer, making her feel every inch of him.

Arthur smirked at the way she trembled, how easily she melted under his control. "Good girl," he praised, running his fingers through her hair before gripping the strands lightly. "But we're not done yet."

Before she knew it, "You fucking tease," Arthur growled, yanking her panties down so hard they ripped at the seam. They dangled uselessly around one ankle as he kicked her legs apart. "Acting all high and mighty, after begging for my cock the night before. you're just a slut waiting to get fucked." Amelia's breath hitched, her hands clawing at the wallpaper, but she didn't push him away—her cunt was already wet, betraying her.

He didn't bother with finesse, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip. "Bet you've been thinking about this whole night," he said, grabbing her hair and twisting her head back to look at him. Her lips parted, a weak protest dying as he spat in her face. "Don't lie, you unfilial bitch—spreading for your brother-in-law like a cheap whore."

Amelia glared at him for manhandling her like a cheap whore.

"What are you staring at bitch. Don't tell me you are not turned on."

"What excuse do you have now huh? Last night you were drink but what about now? You never resisted seriously once"

Arthur shoved her down to her knees, not caring that the hardwood bruised her skin. "Open your mouth," he barked, and when she hesitated, he slapped her cheek—not hard, just enough to make her gasp. She obeyed then, lips trembling as he rammed his cock in, hitting the back of her throat in one brutal thrust. Her gags were loud, wet, and messy, spit dripping down her chin as he fucked her face.

"Fucking take it," he snarled, hips pumping hard, balls slapping against her jaw. "My brother's wife, choking on my dick—how's that feel, huh? Bet he's never used you like this." Amelia's hands scrabbled at his thighs, but he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her skull like a vice. Her mascara ran in black streaks, her pretty face a wreck as he pounded her throat raw.

He pulled out just long enough to smear his spit-soaked cock across her lips, watching her pant and whimper. "Look at you," he sneered, "married into this house, and you're still a cock-hungry mess. Should've known you'd be this easy." Then he shoved back in, deeper, making her choke again, her body shaking as she struggled to keep up. The room echoed with the sloppy sounds of her gagging, Arthur's grunts, and the faint creak of the floorboards—too quiet to warn them what was coming next.

Arthur had Amelia's throat stuffed with his cock, her gags bouncing off the guest room walls, when the door creaked open. He didn't stop—didn't even flinch—just kept thrusting, his grip tight in her hair as her spit-soaked face bobbed on him. Clara stepped in, the maid's apron barely hiding her curves, her lips curling into a nasty smirk as she took in the sight: Amelia, the perfect daughter-in-law, on her knees for her husband's brother.

"Well, fuck me," Clara said, voice dripping with venom. "The daughter in law of Ludwig household is choking on her brother in law's dick. Never knew there was a whore hidden behind that proud face." She didn't hesitate, sauntering over and dropping to her knees beside Amelia like it was nothing. "Spreading your legs for your brother-in-law? What a fucking disgrace." Arthur grinned, pulling his cock out of Amelia's mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit hanging between her lips and his tip.

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