An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge - Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Guests
Arthur and Clara stepped out of the bathroom, their bodies refreshed after a steamy bath.

Arthur stretched, running a towel over his damp hair—when something caught his eye.

A wet puddle near the door.

His sharp senses immediately caught the faint scent of womanhood.

His brows furrowed.

‘This smell…’

His gaze shifted toward the slightly ajar door. Someone had been here.

Watching them.

The realization made him smirk.

‘How naughty… Who could it have been?’

But with no immediate clues, he let the thought slide.

After dressing up, he left, while Clara hurried back to her duties.

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Back in the hall, Amelia tried to calm her nerves as she sat with Iliyana and Elona.

But she was still trembling.

Her face was flushed, her breaths ragged.

The sinful memory of Arthur’s thick, throbbing shaft refused to leave her mind.

Iliyana narrowed her eyes. “Amelia, what’s wrong? You’re breathing so heavily.”

“And why do you look so… disheveled?” Elona added, raising an eyebrow.

Amelia stiffened.

Her mind raced for an excuse.

‘Think! Say something!’

“I-I was just… running!” she blurted out, forcing a nervous laugh. “Yes! I ran here quickly, so I got a little… out of breath.”

Elona didn’t look convinced.

“And Arthur?” Iliyana asked, tapping her fingers on the table.

Amelia’s breath hitched.

‘Arthur…’

The moment his name was mentioned, her mind flashed back to his powerful thrusts, the way Clara’s body trembled beneath him, the thick, glistening shaft claiming her so mercilessly.

Her thighs clenched.

A deep, guilty blush spread across her cheeks.

Elona noticed.

She narrowed her eyes and leaned in. “Why are you turning red?”

She lightly shook Amelia’s shoulder.

“W-wha—huh!?” Amelia snapped out of it, blinking rapidly.

Elona smirked. “You zoned out.”

Iliyana sighed. “Honestly, Amelia, what’s going on with you today?”

Amelia quickly fumbled with her words.

“Ah! Y-yes! Arthur! He’s… uh… c-coming! Yes! He will be here soon!”

She stuttered, her voice high-pitched, her hands gripping her dress tightly.

Elona and Iliyana exchanged glances.

Amelia, flustered and struggling to keep her composure, had no idea—

The scent of Amelia’s lingering arousal still faintly clung to her.

Elona and Iliyana narrowed their eyes, sensing something was off, but before they could press further—

“Good morning, mothers.”

Arthur’s deep, cheerful voice rang out as he entered the room.

“Good morning, sister-in-law.” He flashed a bright, innocent smile.

Elona greeted him warmly, “Good morning, Arthur.”

Meanwhile, Iliyana stood up with a frown.

Before Arthur could react—

Twist!

“Owww—! AH! AH! Mother, it hurts!!”

Iliyana had his ear in a vice grip.

“What took you so long? Did you always wake up this late at the academy too?!” She scolded him mercilessly.

Arthur flailed. “I-I was just— Ahhh, mother, mercy!!”

After what felt like an eternity (to Arthur), Iliyana finally let go.

Arthur sulked, rubbing his now-red ear. “Geez, what’s the big deal? I was just enjoying my vacation…”

Iliyana huffed. “You’ll know soon enough.”

She motioned for him to sit. “Now, eat your breakfast.”

Arthur, still muttering complaints under his breath, slumped into his seat.

“Sheesh… What’s with the mystery?” He grumbled as he picked up a sandwich.

As he took a bite, his eyes drifted toward Amelia.

She had been eerily silent since he arrived.

Her face was flushed, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress as if trying to hold herself together.

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so quiet, sister-in-law? Is something wrong?”

Amelia’s entire body stiffened.

The moment he spoke to her, the sinful images rushed back—

Arthur’s powerful body moving behind Clara… The sound of their bodies slapping together… His thick, glistening shaft plunging deep into her…

Her thighs clenched involuntarily.

“I-It’s nothing!” She yelped, waving her hands frantically. “Just… just thinking about something!”

Arthur blinked at her odd reaction.

Iliyana and Elona both noticed her behavior and exchanged glances.

Elona leaned in, squinting. “Are you sure? Your face is bright red, Amelia.”

Amelia panicked. “I-It’s hot! Yes, it’s just really hot in here! Haha! So hot!”

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “It’s literally winter.”

Amelia: “…”

Elona: “…”

Iliyana: “…”

Arthur, now even more suspicious, narrowed his eyes. “Wait a second… Why do you look so flustered—”

BANG!

Amelia slammed her hands onto the table.

“A-ANYWAY! Eat your breakfast, Arthur! Stop talking nonsense!” She blurted, her voice a little too loud.

Arthur recoiled slightly. “Okay, okay… jeez, what’s with her today?” He muttered as he went back to eating.

Meanwhile, Amelia refused to meet his eyes.

Her legs squeezed together tightly under the table.

Her mind still wouldn’t stop replaying that sinful scene—

And worst of all…

The guilt only made it more thrilling.

The warm atmosphere around the breakfast table lingered as the conversation continued.

Arthur leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of tea. “So, how have things been while I was gone?”

Elona let out a tired sigh. “Busy, as always.”

Iliyana nodded. “With your father and brother stationed at the border, we’ve been handling everything here. It’s been exhausting, honestly.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Wait… They haven’t returned even once in the last two months?”

Elona shook her head. “No. The border situation has worsened. The demons are getting restless again. Your father only came back because of the Emperor’s summons—otherwise, he’d still be out there.”

Arthur frowned. ‘So it’s finally happening… The long-standing stalemate at the border is starting to crumble.’

He glanced at Amelia. “And what about my brother?”

Elona scoffed. “Hah! Don’t even mention that guy. He hasn’t visited once. Does he even remember he has a young wife waiting for him at home? When am I supposed to see the face of my grandson?” she grumbled dramatically.

Arthur noticed a lonely smile flicker across Amelia’s face.

Iliyana chuckled, patting Elona’s arm. “What’s the rush? Adam is still young.”

Elona huffed. “Hah! I gave birth to him when I was nineteen. And times were even more chaotic back then! Yet, did Lucious ever neglect us? No! He always found time for his family. It’s not like the army will collapse if Adam takes a few days off.”

The more Elona spoke, the sadder Amelia seemed.

Sensing the mood shifting, Arthur quickly changed the subject. “So, is Father staying this time, or is he heading back soon?”

Elona scoffed. “Oh, he was supposed to leave yesterday… but something—or rather, someone—convinced him to stay an extra day.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes. “…And who might that be?”

Elona and Iliyana simply exchanged knowing smiles.

Arthur groaned. “Oh, come on! Can you stop being cryptic for once?”

Iliyana patted his head with a smirk. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Arthur sighed. ‘Great. More surprises.’

Before anyone could respond, a maid entered, bowing politely. “My Ladies, Young Master, Count Raven has arrived.”

Iliyana’s expression lit up. She gracefully stood from her seat. “Ah, perfect timing. Invite them in, have them seated in the guest room, and serve them refreshments. We’ll be there shortly.”

Arthur blinked.

“…Count Raven?”

He turned to his mothers, confused. “Wait, why is he here? We literally just met him at the banquet.”

Instead of an answer, Iliyana and Elona just… laughed.

Suspicious laughter.

Arthur frowned. “Okay, now I know you’re hiding something.”

Elona wiped a small tear from her eye. “Oh, Arthur… You’ll understand once you see for yourself.”

Iliyana patted his head as if he were still a child. “Come on now, let’s not keep our guests waiting.”

Arthur sighed, pushing his chair back. “Fine, but if this turns out to be some weird matchmaking setup, I’m running.”

Iliyana and Elona only exchanged knowing smiles.

Arthur did not like that look.

As Arthur stepped into the guest room, the first thing he saw was Count Edgar laughing heartily, seated comfortably across from his father, Lucious.

Beside Edgar sat two figures. One he immediately recognized—Alicia. The other, however, caught his attention in an entirely different way.

A stunningly beautiful woman, draped in an elegant yet subtly revealing dress, sat with effortless grace. Her long, wavy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that bore an uncanny resemblance to Alicia—only far more mature, refined, and undeniably seductive. Her sharp, emerald-green eyes held a mysterious allure, filled with both wisdom and a playful glint. Her crimson lips curled into a knowing smile as she observed him.

Her ample bosom pressed lightly against the fabric of her dress, and her crossed legs, barely hidden beneath the high slit of her gown, exuded an air of mature sensuality. She was the epitome of a noblewoman—elegant, poised, yet carrying an undeniable charm that could captivate any man’s gaze.

It wasn’t hard to guess.

This was Alicia’s mother—Countess Isolde Raven.

As Arthur and the others entered, all eyes turned toward them.

“Arthur~ my boy! You’re finally here!” Edgar boomed, his usual boisterous energy filling the room.

“Indeed! But anything can happen in a day, you know?” Edgar replied with a hearty laugh.

Arthur shook his head at the man’s endless enthusiasm.

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