An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Chapter 211: Departure**

Arthur adjusted his clothes, running a hand through his tousled hair. His golden eyes flickered with amusement as he looked down at Amelia—completely ruined, trembling, and unable to move properly.

Clara smirked as she crouched beside the exhausted girl, brushing sweat-dampened strands of hair from Amelia's flushed face. "Tsk tsk," she murmured, voice filled with amusement. "Look at the mess you've made, young mistress. If anyone sees you like this…"

Amelia whimpered softly, still dazed.

Arthur chuckled. "We wouldn't want that, would we?"

Clara hummed. "No. She needs to be cleaned up—properly."

Arthur, satisfied, stepped back, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. "Then I'll leave that to you, Clara." He turned towards the door, stretching his shoulders as if he hadn't just broken her moments ago.

The head maid gave him a knowing smile. "Oh, don't worry, Master. I'll take good care of her." Her fingers trailed over Amelia's bare skin, teasing, soothing—ensuring that no trace of their actions would be left behind for prying eyes to find.

Arthur smirked, turning on his heel. "Good. I have somewhere to be."

As he stepped out of the room, Clara gave some finishing touch to Amelia.

Clara pulled the strap-on out of Amelia's wrecked pussy with a wet pop, Amelia sprawled on the floor like a used-up rag. Cum dribbled from her mouth, Arthur's load streaking her chin, and her thighs were slick with her own mess, pussy red and gaping from the pounding. Clara snorted, unstrapping the artifact and tossing it aside, its glow fading as it hit the ground. "Fuck, you're a sight," she muttered, grabbing a rag from her apron pocket. "Can't let anyone else see you like this, huh?"

Amelia whimpered, barely coherent, her body twitching as Clara knelt beside her. The maid didn't bother being gentle, wiping the cum off her face with rough swipes, smearing it more than cleaning it. "Hold still, you filthy bitch," Clara snapped, shoving Amelia's legs apart to mop up the mess between them. She dipped her fingers in, scooping out the mix of juices and spitting on the rag to scrub harder. "Gotta make you look halfway decent—wouldn't want the others knowing the eldest daughter in law of Ludwig household is a dick hungry whore."

She grabbed Amelia's jaw, forcing her to look up. "Swallow what's left," she ordered, smirking as Amelia choked down the last of Arthur's load, her throat bobbing weakly. Clara laughed, low and mean. "Good girl. Now keep your fucking mouth shut about this, or I'll tell everyone what a whore you are." She yanked Amelia's torn panties back up, not caring they barely covered anything, and dragged her skirt down over her bruised thighs. "Stay here 'til you can walk, slut. I'm not carrying you."

Clara stayed behind, tossing the rag on Amelia's lap when she was done. "There," she said, standing up and brushing off her hands. "You're still a mess, but at least you don't look like you just got tag-teamed. Don't cry about it—bet you loved every second, you unfilial pig." She kicked Amelia's leg lightly, smirking as she turned to leave. "Next time, maybe I'll bring a friend."

Amelia stayed crumpled there, breath shaky, as the door clicked shut behind Clara. The room stank of sex and shame, and she knew she couldn't let anyone find her like this. She consumed a stamina potion regaining little bit of her strength. Cleaned up using cleanse spell and changed into different cloth.

After checking everything, her facial expression returned to a dignified look. With a dignified posture she walked out continuing to her daily business. But this experience has been etched in her mind. She won't be able to go back to her previous life of dryness for month. Now her field would need regular ploughing.

*****

Arthur adjusted the cuffs of his coat as he stepped out of his room, the polished black leather of his boots clicking against the marble floor. Morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of Ludwig Mansion, casting golden streaks across the long hallway.

Today, he was heading to Cheasall City's Magic Tower, where he would meet Alicia and Cedric before setting out for the Wolf Tribe's territory.

As he descended the staircase, he was met by his family waiting in the main hall.

His father, Duke Lucious Ludwig, stood at the front, arms crossed over his broad chest, his piercing gaze assessing Arthur as always. His mother, standing beside him, gave a small smile, though concern lingered in her eyes.

"You're traveling without an escort?" Lucious asked, his deep voice carrying authority.

Arthur smirked. "It's just a meeting. No need for unnecessary baggage."

His father narrowed his eyes but didn't argue.

"Stay sharp," Lucious said after a brief pause. "And if anything happens—"

"I know." Arthur cut in, smirking. "I'll handle it."

His mother sighed but placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Just don't cause too much trouble, Arthur."

"I make no promises," he replied, grinning.