An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

"What is your relationship with my sister?"

Her voice was cold, direct.

I swallowed my bite, leaning back slightly, pretending to think.

"W-We're just friends."

Her violet eyes narrowed, watching me carefully.

I met her icy stare with an easygoing smile.

"Why do you ask? Jealous?"

For a moment—just a brief moment—her lips twitched.

Not in amusement.

More like annoyance.

"Stay away from her."

Straight to the point, huh?

I tilted my head.

"Why?"

"You're involved with too many girls. I don't want you around my little sister."

Ah.

So that's what this was about.

"And what if she approaches me?"

"Then avoid her."

I smirked.

"Hey, now. A gentleman never turns down a lady."

I placed a hand over my chest in mock sincerity.

"And I, dear miss Amara, am a gentleman."

Her brows twitched.

I could see it—her patience thinning.

But I wasn't done yet.

"Besides, why are you so worried about Luna?

I tapped my fingers against the table.

"I heard the two of you weren't exactly… close."

The air around us dropped a degree.

"However our relationship is," Amara said, her tone frosty, "it's a matter between us sisters. Not something an outsider should discuss."

Oof.

She wasn't holding back.

I chuckled, raising my hands in mock surrender.

"Hey, hey, calm down, would you?"

I leaned in slightly, letting my voice dip lower, smoother.

"I'm not looking for a fight. I don't like getting on a beautiful woman's bad side."

Her gaze remained firm, but the slight shift in her posture told me she heard the compliment.

"Then stay away from my sister. That way, you'll stay on my good side."

"And now we're back at the starting point."

I sighed, shaking my head.

Then, I leaned in closer—just enough to invade her space a little.

"How about we leave Luna aside for now… and talk about you instead?"

She blinked.

Slight surprise flashed in her eyes.

But I didn't let her respond yet.

"You're in your third year, aren't you?"

She didn't reply—so I took that as confirmation.

"And from what I hear… you're still single."

Her fingers tensed slightly against her cup.

I smirked, my gaze flickering toward the corner of the café.

"Don't you ever feel like spending an evening like this with a partner?"

I nodded toward a couple seated in the corner.

They were laughing softly, leaning into each other, lost in their own little world.

"Instead of spending it arguing with me?"

I turned back to Amara, my expression playful, teasing.

She exhaled slowly, crossing her arms.

And then—

A smirk.

Subtle. Barely there.

But a smirk nonetheless.

"Arthur Ludwig," Amara murmured, shaking her head.

"You really are a problem, aren't you?"

There was a flicker of amusement in her violet eyes.

"Emily warned me about your cheeky behavior before I came here."

I grinned.

"I hope she only told you my good side?"

Amara chuckled, a 180-degree shift from her previous cold demeanor.

"Well, she is your little fangirl."

She sighed dramatically, tapping her fingers against her cup.

"I thought my stern look would deter you, but here you are, shamelessly hitting on me."

I smirked, leaning in slightly.

"And you still haven't answered my question, senior Amara."

Her brows lifted slightly at my casual use of her name.

Good.

"Would you like to experience a real date?"

She scoffed.

"As if. I don't have time for that."

I tilted my head.

"Really? Not even a little curiosity?"

"Unlike you, I have responsibilities," she shot back, her tone playfully dismissive.

"You might have all the time in the world to play around with girls, but I am the Vice President of the Student Council. I don't get such luxuries."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You say that like the student council president doesn't spend half his time messing around with girls."

Her jaw tensed.

Bingo.

"I've seen him flirting all over campus. If he can be so carefree, what exactly are you working so hard for?"

She stiffened for a fraction of a second.

"I… I need to prove something to a few people."

There it is.

Her previous lighthearted expression dimmed, her fingers lightly gripping the coffee cup.

I pretended to be oblivious, tilting my head slightly.

"Are you talking about your parents, Senior Amara?"

Her gaze snapped toward me.

"So Emily told you about me, huh?"

I shrugged, keeping my tone casual.

"Ah, yeah. She often talked about how miserable your childhood was."

A hollow chuckle left Amara's lips.

"Ha…ha. That girl exaggerates things too much."

Her nails tapped against the cup, a small tell of her discomfort.

"It's not like I was abandoned on the streets or anything. I wasn't starving, I had a home, I had education—"

"But you never really had them, did you?"

Her fingers froze.

I met her eyes, my expression softening just slightly.

"A house isn't always a home, senior."

"Ha…ha."

Amara let out a forced chuckle, trying to play it cool.

"You were abandoned by your family after Luna's birth, weren't you?"

Her fingers tensed slightly.

I continued, my voice low, calm, but unrelenting.

"She's the genius daughter—the one everyone admires. And you? The 'average' daughter, cast aside."

Silence.

Amara lowered her gaze, staring into her coffee.

"That's why you push yourself so hard."

I tapped my fingers lightly against the table.

"You think if you work hard enough, you can prove them wrong. That you can surpass Luna's talent through sheer effort."

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

She didn't deny it.

But she didn't look at me either.

A hit.

Now—go deeper.

"But let me tell you, senior—"

I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a near whisper.

"The idea that hard work alone can surpass talent?"

I let out a soft chuckle.

"That only happens in fairy tales."

Her head jerked up slightly, her violet eyes meeting mine with a flicker of something sharp.

Anger?

Denial?

Good.

I wasn't done.

"In reality, there's always a wall."

I gestured vaguely.

"A limit only the naturally gifted can surpass.

The spells you're only now mastering in your third year?"**

I let my words sink in.

"Luna already mastered them."

Her breathing grew slower, controlled.

But I could see it—

The tightening of her jaw.

The way her hands curled slightly into fists.

The words hit exactly where I wanted them to.

Finally, she spoke.

"Are you really sitting here, demoralizing your senior?"

Her voice was light, forced amusement, but her expression betrayed her.

It wasn't cool indifference anymore.

It was cracked frustration.

"What do you want me to do, Arthur?"

Her fingers gripped her cup just a little tighter.

"Let fate take its course?"
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Now.

Time for the hook.

I exhaled, leaning back, crossing my arms.

"No."

I let a small smirk tug at my lips.

I leaned in, fingers gently enclosing Amara's soft hands.

Her initial reaction was to pull back.

But I held firm.

The depressing talk had lowered her guard.

And combined with [Sensual Pheromones]…

She wasn't just affected.

She was overcome.

Her breath hitched, pupils dilating slightly.

Then—

Her grip tightened around mine.

I raised an eyebrow.

She was the one holding onto me now.

'Oh? This is new.'

Her breathing grew heavier, warm air fanning across my skin.

Then, beneath the table—

A slender, soft toes pressed against my crotch.

'What the fuck?!'

I barely managed to keep my expression composed.

This was supposed to be a slow game.

Gradual manipulation.

A few meetings, a bit of tension, and then—

Not her throwing herself at me within an hour.

'Why the hell is her reaction so intense?!'

[Excellent work.]

Sol's smug voice echoed in my mind.

[I never thought you'd be so efficient at completing a mission. Not even an hour has passed, and she's in heat.]

'This isn't efficiency! I was supposed to drag this out!'

[Hah! And here I thought you did it intentionally.]

'No! Why is she reacting so much stronger than the others?!'

[Simple. Her mind was completely unguarded from the earlier conversation. The skill hit her full force—

Oh, and congrats, Arthur.

[Sensual Pheromones] leveled up.]

[And more importantly… I think she wants this.]

Sol's tone turned amused.

[The skill only lowered her inhibitions—it's not forcing her to do anything. She's acting on what she already desires.]

Oh?

I studied Amara's face—

Her half-lidded eyes, the way her lips parted, her grip firm but hesitant.

…She was looking forward to this, wasn't she?

A grin slowly crept onto my face.

'Well, if she wants it… then as a gentleman, I shouldn't turn her down.'

But—

Not yet.

Not here.

I wasn't about to take her in some café like a commoner.

No.

If Amara Harper wanted to fall—

I'd make sure she fell properly.

I gently pulled my hand away, dragging my fingers along her palm slowly, teasing the sensitive skin.

She shivered.

Her thighs tensed, pressing harder against me under the table.

Her violet eyes flickered with a mix of desire and frustration.

Perfect.

I let out a soft chuckle, my voice lowering.

"Careful, Senior."

My fingers trailed up her wrist, stopping just as they reached the curve of her palm.

"If you look at me like that… I might get the wrong idea."