An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Arthur's sharp eyes observed the discomfort of many students.

Yet—

A few didn't flinch.

Alex. Althea. Akira. Luna. And several others.

While most students looked worried, these few… looked eager.

Eyes blazing, hands gripping the edges of their desks, they weren't intimidated—they were hungry.

Eager for combat. For blood.

Arthur's lips curled into a smirk.

'Of course… these guys are the main cast of the game, after all.'

Professor Isabella's fingertip glided through the air, causing the image to change once more.

This time, the projection displayed a colossal version of the hobgoblin.

Larger. More muscular.

Standing two meters tall, its broad chest and thick arms made it look more like a warlord than a monster.

Its eyes gleamed with intelligence.

It wasn't just a brute. It was a leader.

Isabella's playful smile disappeared.

Her voice took on a grave seriousness.

"This… is a Hobgoblin Chief."

A few students instinctively leaned back in their seats.

"The ruler of a goblin tribe. A hobgoblin chief is as strong as an intermediate warrior. Unlike the rest of its kind, it commands rather than simply fights."

Her piercing gaze swept across the room, lingering on the more arrogant students who still showed traces of excitement.

"And before any of you get cocky…"

She stepped closer to the hologram, her delicate finger tapping against its broad chest.

"A Hobgoblin Chief never moves alone."

A tense silence fell over the classroom.

"If you see one, know that its subordinates are close by."

She paused for effect, letting the weight of her words sink in before delivering the final blow.

"If, by any stroke of bad luck, you find yourselves face-to-face with a Hobgoblin Chief…"

Her crimson eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Then. You. Run."

The room tensed.

No one spoke.

Even the most battle-hungry among them clenched their fists, struggling to suppress their disappointment.

But Arthur?

He simply grinned.

Because unlike the others, he already knew—

This field exercise was going to be anything but ordinary.

The class ended.

Professor Isabella sauntered toward the exit, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step.

Just as she reached the door, she paused, then glanced over her shoulder.

Her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Student Alex."

Alex snapped to attention.

"Yes, Professor?" he responded instantly, his voice sharper than intended.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"I need some help carrying books to my next class." She tilted her head slightly, her silky black hair cascading over her shoulder. "Would you be able to assist me?"

"Of course!" Alex answered immediately, perhaps a little too eagerly.

She chuckled again—this time sultrier—and stepped out.

Alex hurried to catch up, his heart hammering in his chest.

Inside her private cabin, Isabella walked toward the desk, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

Alex swallowed hard.

He couldn't stop staring.

With every step, her ample chest bounced, and now that he was up close—he noticed something.

No bra.

His throat went dry.

Her white blouse clung to her curves, the soft fabric outlining every detail.

Each breath she took made them rise and fall, teasing him mercilessly.

She reached for the books, her back arching slightly as she lifted them.

Alex's eyes involuntarily trailed down, watching the way her breasts swayed naturally with her movements.

He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the heat crawling up his neck.

Isabella, of course, noticed.

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she deliberately took her time adjusting the stack of books.

Finally, she turned to him, placing the books in his arms—leaning in just enough for him to feel the warmth of her body.

"There. That should do."

Alex's face burned.

'She's doing this on purpose…'

But he wasn't complaining.

As they walked back to the classroom, they passed through the bustling corridors filled with students.

And that's when Alex noticed something.

So did Isabella.

The stares.

Dozens of eyes, both male and female, trailed after them. Some whispering, some gawking outright.

Isabella raised a delicate brow, confused—until she caught sight of her reflection in a nearby window.

Her nipples were clearly visible through her blouse.

A slow blush crept onto her porcelain skin.

'Oh… I forgot my bra today…'

She felt their eyes roaming her body, the realization sending a faint shiver through her.

Her body responded involuntarily—her nipples stiffening further under the scrutiny.

They reached the classroom, and Alex set the books down on her desk.

Isabella let out a small sigh, her breathing slightly uneven.

She pressed a hand to her chest—as if to calm herself—but that only emphasized the way her peaks pressed against the fabric.

Alex couldn't look away.

For a brief second, their eyes met.

A playful glint returned to Isabella's gaze.

"Thank you, Alex," she said smoothly. "You can go now. Don't be late for your next class."

Alex nodded, reluctantly tearing himself away from the scene.

As he stepped out into the hallway, his mind replayed everything.

'Damn… that was dangerous.'

A smirk curled at his lips.

'But totally worth it.'

******

Bottom of Form

Meanwhile, Back in Class

Arthur leaned back in his seat, his fingers idly tapping the desk as his mind spun with thoughts.

'Has Isabella changed her target?'

She had been toying with him before, attempting to ensnare him in her charms—but after repeated failures, she seemed to have shifted her attention.

'Is Alex her new prey?'

He frowned slightly, glancing toward the door where Alex had just exited with Isabella.

'Does she know who he really is?'

Alex—the so-called hero.

Arthur's gaze darkened.

If Isabella had even the slightest inkling of Alex's true identity, then things could get dangerous.

'Tch… if she gets her claws into him, it'll be a problem. Even though he is weak now, an extra hand is always better than being alone.'

Arthur knew Alex well enough to doubt his resistance. The guy, when it came to women, especially a succubus like Isabella…

'He's completely defenseless.'

A mental resistance skill strong enough to counter Isabella's charm?

Highly unlikely.

Arthur exhaled, rubbing his temple.

'I need to move fast before she sinks her fangs into him.'

With that thought, he stood up and made his way to the cafeteria for lunch.