An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

"Is what he's saying true, Althea?" Eveline asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

Althea hesitated. "I… I can explain."

Eveline folded her arms. "Then start talking. I'm listening."

Althea swallowed hard before speaking. "You've been acting strangely these past few days, so I decided to keep an eye on you." Her voice was steady, but the shame burning on her face was unmistakable. "I noticed how close you've been getting to Arthur. The way you act around him… too soft, too cozy. It wasn't like you."

Eveline's brow twitched. "And?"

"And my suspicions were confirmed when I saw you sneaking into his room a few nights ago." Althea clenched her fists. "I didn't know what exactly happened that night, but today…" She bit her lip, avoiding eye contact.

Arthur chuckled, stepping closer, his smirk infuriatingly smug. "And today, you finally got your answer, didn't you?" His tone was teasing, almost mocking.

Althea's shoulders tensed. "Y… Yes," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "And watching you both… being intimate… I lost control. And, well… the rest, you already know."

Arthur let out an amused hum. "I'll give you ten points for honesty at least. But as a knight? You've failed spectacularly." His tone turned mocking. "A so-called 'holy knight' peeping on her master like some desperate pervert… tsk, tsk. Maybe the church should reconsider their choice of knights."

Althea flinched, shame twisting inside her. "P-Please, Arthur," she pleaded, her eyes turning glassy with desperation. "Let this matter slide, just this once. I-I'll do anything!"

Arthur tilted his head, his gaze darkening as he repeated her words. "Anything, Holy Knight Althea Hart?" His voice was laced with something dangerous, something that made her stomach twist. "Do you even realize who you're trying to strike a deal with?"

A shiver ran down Althea's spine. His cold expression sent alarm bells ringing in her head, warning her that making a deal with him was the worst possible choice right now.

But… what choice did she have?

If word got out about this, she'd be ruined.

She took a shaky breath before sighing in resignation. "Y-Yes. I know." She lowered her gaze, swallowing her pride. "If you let me go and keep this between us, I'll accept whatever punishment you decide."

Arthur's smirk widened. "Now that," he murmured, stepping closer, "is an interesting proposition."

Arthur had fantasized about putting Althea in her place for constantly interrupting his moments with Eveline, but he never imagined she'd hand herself over so willingly.

A malicious grin spread across his face. "Not nearly as smart as you like to think, are you?" His voice was laced with amusement. "Get up."

Althea hesitated but obeyed, slowly rising to her feet, her gaze wary.

Arthur turned to Eveline, who had been watching silently the whole time, biting her lip as if uncertain whether to intervene.

"I don't think we can continue our arrangement tonight," Arthur said, his voice casual. "Why don't you head back to your dorm?"

Eveline frowned. "And what about tomorrow's meeting?"

"Your meeting with your godmother, right?" Arthur waved a hand dismissively. "Come early in the morning. I've got arrangements with Professor Samantha too, and I can't miss her training."

"Alright," Eveline nodded, but then her gaze flicked to Althea. "And what about her?"

Arthur smirked. "Oh, she's not going anywhere. She still needs to learn a lesson."

Eveline hesitated for a moment, then, deciding it was best not to interfere, gave one last glance at Althea before quietly slipping out of the room.

Arthur locked the door behind her, the sharp click of the lock sending a jolt down Althea's spine.

He turned around, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker.

"Now… it's time to punish our little peeping tom."

Before Althea could react, Arthur grabbed her arm and spun her around. She barely had time to gasp before she was pulled forward, and the next thing she knew—she was sprawled across his lap.

Her heart pounded. It had happened so fast, so unexpectedly, that her mind struggled to catch up.

Then she felt it—her nightgown being pushed up, fabric sliding over her thighs, exposing her bare ass to the cool air.

Realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.

"Wait—Arthur!" Althea gasped, struggling against his grip. "Please—don't!"

But he held her firm, his fingers digging into her waist, keeping her trapped.

"Hart," Arthur mused, his voice calm but unyielding. "You agreed to any punishment I saw fit. Are you backing out already? Have you forgotten your own words?"

"N-No, Sir!" she blurted out, her face burning in humiliation.

Arthur's smirk widened. "Sir, huh? I like the sound of that. From now on, address me properly."

His gaze traveled down, drinking in the sight of her round, vulnerable ass perched over his lap. But when he lifted her gown, he found something unexpected—black satin panties instead of the plain white ones he'd assumed she'd wear.

He chuckled darkly. "Black knickers, Althea? My, my… you're just full of surprises tonight."

Althea's breath hitched, mortification washing over her. Tears pricked her eyes—he hadn't even started punishing her yet, and already, she felt exposed in more ways than one.

Arthur leaned in slightly, his voice a mocking whisper. "Don't bother looking all innocent. You're enjoying this too."

Her stomach twisted. "W-What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh? You really don't know?" Arthur hummed, pressing two fingers against the damp fabric between her legs. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her pussy, feeling the unmistakable wetness seeping through.

Althea froze, her body betraying her.

Arthur smirked. "Then tell me, what's this?"

Silence.

Althea's mouth opened, then closed. No words came out.

Arthur chuckled, savoring her shame. "Have you ever been spanked before?"

Althea bit her lip, hesitating before whispering, "No, Sir."

Arthur exhaled in amusement. "Then I'd brace myself if I were you."

His hand lifted—

SMACK!

A sharp cry tore from Althea's throat, more from shock than pain.

SMACK!

Her hands clutched the bedsheets as the sting bloomed into a slow, deep burn.

Arthur admired the faint red imprint of his palm on her pale skin, then brought his hand down again.

SMACK!

Althea jolted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She squirmed, instinctively trying to escape, but Arthur tightened his grip around her waist, keeping her pinned in place.

"Oh, no, little knight," he murmured. "You're not going anywhere."

SMACK!

Althea's muscles twitched with every blow, her thighs trembling as she fought the urge to kick. Her instincts screamed at her to resist, to fight back, but she forced herself to stay still, gritting her teeth in silent endurance. If she struggled, it would only make things worse.

Arthur paused after a minute, flexing his hand, and his smirk widened as he caught the faint sound of sniffling.

"Is our strong, fearless knight crying already? After just a few spanks?"

Althea inhaled sharply, forcing her voice to stay steady. "No, Sir."

Arthur hummed in amusement. "Good."

A single tear slipped down her cheek, dripping silently onto the floor beneath her. Humiliation burned hotter than the sting on her ass.

This was, without a doubt, the most degrading moment of her life.

And yet… it could have been worse.

Her mind raced, weighing the consequences. If word of this ever got out, if the church discovered what she had done—what she had become—her entire life would be ruined. Stripped of her knighthood, cast out in disgrace, disowned by her family.

No.

This was temporary.

This would end.

But as soon as she managed to collect herself, the moment of reprieve shattered.

She felt it—Arthur's fingers slipping under the waistband of her knickers, the fabric sliding over the curve of her hips.

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Her hand shot back on instinct, fingers clutching desperately at her underwear, trying to keep it in place.

Arthur's grip was swift and unrelenting, his fingers curling around her wrist like iron. His voice was low, laced with dangerous amusement.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Althea froze, every muscle in her body locking up. She could barely force the words out.

"P-Please… don't."

Arthur didn't respond right away. He just held her there, letting the silence stretch between them, making her feel how utterly powerless she was.

Then, in a tone that left no room for disobedience, he murmured, "Keep your hands down."