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.

Just as he was about to leave, a familiar figure hurried down the corridor—Amelia, looking freshly bathed, her hair still slightly damp. Her flushed cheeks suggested she had just barely recovered from their last encounter.

Arthur's smirk widened.

"My, my," he drawled, watching her fumble with her dress. "Still sore, sister in law?"

She froze mid-step, her face turning crimson.

"Sh-Shut up," she hissed, glaring at him.

Arthur took a slow step forward, backing her against the wall. He leaned in, just enough for his breath to tickle her ear.

"I'd tell you to behave while I'm gone," he murmured, "but I know you'll just be thinking about me the entire time. But don't worry I have left something with Clara to satiate your urges in my absence"

Amelia bit her lip, unable to hide the way her body tensed.

Arthur chuckled. Satisfied with his parting gift, he stepped back and headed toward the carriage waiting outside.

The ride was smooth, the rhythmic clatter of hooves filling the air as his carriage rolled toward Cheasall City. Arthur leaned back, resting his chin on his hand as he gazed out the window.

He wasn't bringing an envoy. Just a single driver.

Why?

Because he didn't need one.

****

Arthur stepped out of the carriage, the cool morning air of Cheasall City brushing against his face. The Magic Tower loomed before him, its intricate spires humming with raw arcane energy. Unlike the envoys and knights that usually accompanied noble delegations, Arthur had come alone, save for the driver who had transported him here.

As he approached the grand entrance, he spotted Alicia and Cedric standing near the entrance, flanked by their own envoy. Alicia, ever graceful, wore a deep-blue travel gown embroidered with silver thread, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Cedric, on the other hand, looked more serious than usual—his arms crossed, his sharp features set in mild irritation.

Arthur smirked, already sensing an opportunity.

"Well, well," he drawled, approaching them. "I never thought I'd see the day Cedric takes things seriously. I assume this has something to do with a certain wolf-eared beauty?"

Cedric's eyes twitched. "Shut up."

Arthur chuckled. "Oh, come on. What was it again? 'I have no interest in wild women'? Or was it—"

"I said shut up."

Alicia giggled behind her hand, watching her brother scowl. "Kaela must be special if she's managed to make you act like a proper suitor for once."

Cedric clicked his tongue and looked away, refusing to respond.

Arthur chuckled before turning his attention to Alicia. His smirk softened, replaced by a more intimate expression as he reached for her hand. "And you, my dear fiancée—" he murmured, pulling her closer before brushing his lips against hers in a lingering kiss, "looking like that, you're making it real hard to focus on anything else." Before she could reply, he grabbed her waist, pulled her in, and kissed her hard, right in front of Cedric. His tongue flicked against her lips, possessive and shameless, and she melted into it, no resistance.

Cedric groaned, throwing his hands up. "Oi, asshole, don't flirt with my sister in front of me! Have some fucking decency!"

Arthur broke the kiss, grinning like a bastard, and yanked Alicia tighter against him, her body pressed to his. "What if I do? She's my fiancée now, Ced. I can do whatever the fuck I want—unless she tells me to stop." He glanced at Alicia, one brow raised, daring her to object. She just smiled, cheeks pink, and leaned into him, silent but clearly into it.

"Unbelievable," Cedric muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't deal with you two. I'm going ahead before I puke." He turned on his heel and stomped toward the tower's entrance, shoulders stiff with annoyance.

Arthur chuckled before offering Alicia his arm. "Shall we?"

She smiled and took his arm, following Cedric inside.

The halls of the Magic Tower were bathed in soft blue light, the walls inscribed with glowing runes pulsing with energy. The further in they walked, the denser the mana in the air became—a clear sign that the tower's core formations were in full operation.

At the entrance to a circular chamber, a mage in a deep indigo robe greeted them with a polite bow.

"This way, young master," the mage said. "The teleportation formation is ready."

Arthur nodded. "Let's not waste time, then."

The group stepped into the center of the formation, intricate magical sigils glowing beneath their feet.

Their next stop: Nando City's Magic Tower—the city closest to Heartwood Forest, where a convoy of the count's knights would be waiting for them.

And from there, their journey to the Wolf Tribe would begin.