An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Name: Arthur Ludwig

Age: 15

Strength: 85

Agility: 68

Stamina: 55

Intelligence: 75

Perception: 80

Charm: 88

Divine Energy: 5

Luck: 90

Titles: Transmigrator | God's Chosen | Scholar | The Faceless Protector

Mana Affinity:

Light, Fire, Dark, Space, Earth, Wind, Divine

Class:

Swordsman | Mage | Healer

Skills:

God's Judgement (SSS) | Ironwill (S-SS) | Observer's Gaze (B-SSS) | Dragon's Gaze (SS) | Silver Tongue (C-S) | Elemental Mutation (A) | All Rounder (S) | Spirit Slasher (D) | Death's Touch (SS) | ...…. | Vertical Slash (D) | Horizontal Slash (C) | Thrust (C) | Diagonal Slash (D) | Dodge (C) | Parry (B)

Items: Venom (Untainted) (Bound to Host) | Drakathorn | Demonbane Sigil (Artifact) | Elixir of Potential | Ring of Fortune | Mana Shield Pendant | Blindfold of Submission | Mana Blade of Precision (Legendary) | (Miscellaneous items are omitted)

Familiars: Thunderbird (SS), Phoenix (SSS)

Harem: Lily, Alicia

Points:

Eroge Points: 753,000

Fate Points: 61,000

Kill Points: 85,000

Arthur checked his status window, nodding in satisfaction.

"Cool. The training was worthwhile. My Agility went up by 5, and Stamina increased by 10. Not to mention all those new skills."

His eyes gleamed as he scanned the long list of abilities.

"With this, I think I'm ready for tomorrow's expedition."

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Sniff.

Arthur recoiled instantly.

"Ugh, I reek."

His entire body was sticky with goblin blood, the stench clinging to his clothes like a cursed aura.

"If not for Sol blocking my mana, I would've just used a cleaning spell," he muttered, clicking his tongue in frustration.

He glanced around the empty training ground, then sighed.

"Hey, Sol. Send me back. That's enough for today."

The moment he said that—

Fwoosh!

His surroundings shifted.

In the blink of an eye, Arthur was no longer in the monster-infested training grounds.

Instead, he found himself back in his dorm room.

Arthur barely had a moment to breathe before a startled gasp came from behind him.

He turned around to see Lily standing there, a cleaning cloth in her hand. Her eyes widened in shock as she rushed toward him.

"Young Master?! What happened to you? Why is there so much blood? Are you hurt?" she blurted out, firing off questions in rapid succession.

Arthur placed his hands on her shoulders, steadying her.

"Calm down, will you?" he said. "It's not my blood. Do you really think my blood would stink this much?"

Lily blinked before shaking her head. "Of course not! How could my master's noble blood ever stink?" she said earnestly—then immediately wrinkled her nose. "But seriously, why are you covered in this mess? And ugh—you reek!"

Arthur sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. No need to rub it in," he muttered. "I was training. These are goblin bloodstains."

"Goblins?" Lily frowned. "I thought the academy's training facilities only used simulations. Where did you find real ones?"

Arthur smirked. "Let's just say I have my ways."

Lily narrowed her eyes. "You and your secrets… Also, you just appeared out of nowhere! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect someone to be in my room, either."

"I was just here to clean," she said with a huff. Then her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "But since I'm already here, why don't I assist you with your bath as well, hmm?"

Arthur chuckled. "Well, I was planning to clean myself up with magic… but how could I possibly refuse such a generous offer from a beautiful lady?"

Before Lily could react, he pulled her into his arms.

"Young Master!" she gasped, her uniform now stained with the goblin filth.

Arthur smirked. "Oops. Looks like your clothes are dirty now, too."

Lily scowled at him. "This is your fault!"

"Then you should take them off before they get even dirtier," Arthur murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

Lily's lips curled into a playful smile. "Oh, Young Master… I was waiting for you to say that."

Without hesitation, she unfastened her maid uniform, letting it slip from her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her completely bare.

Arthur's eyes roamed over her flawless skin, her curves accentuated by the dim glow of the room. He chuckled, amused by her eagerness. "Someone's in a hurry."

He turned and walked into the bathroom, stripping off his bloodstained clothes and tossing them aside. With a flick of his fingers, flames engulfed the pile, reducing them to ashes.

Arthur sat on the stool, stretching his arms lazily. "Why don't you start by washing my back, Lily?"

"As you wish, Young Master," she said, picking up a bar of soap.

But before she could lather her hands, Arthur stopped her. "Not like that. No hands."

Lily's eyes gleamed with mischief as she caught his meaning. She stepped under the warm shower, letting the water cascade down her body. Arthur watched, entranced, as droplets slid along the curves of her breasts, trickling over her pink nipples.

Taking her time, Lily picked up the soap and began rubbing it against her skin. She started with her chest, pressing the bar between her soft mounds, rolling it slowly as the thick lather built up. Then she moved lower, coating every inch of her body in a glistening layer of bubbles.

Arthur felt his cock stiffen at the sight. Watching her soap-slicked form, the way her breasts bounced slightly with each movement, the way the suds dripped from her flushed skin—it was enough to drive any man insane.

Once she was fully lathered, Lily walked up behind him. Without a word, she pressed her soapy breasts against his back, her stiff nipples grazing his skin as she began to move.

Up and down.

Slow, deliberate strokes.

Her soft mounds glided across his muscles, the warm friction sending tingling sensations through his body. Lily wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning closer so her breath tickled his ear.

"Does this feel good, Young Master?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

Arthur smirked, tilting his head slightly. "You already know the answer to that."

Lily let out a soft chuckle, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Would you like to feel even better, Young Master?"

Arthur smirked. "Oh, hell yeah."