An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Isabella took her time retrieving the pen before straightening up. "Where were we?" she asked innocently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, though whether it was intentional or not was anyone's guess.

Arthur's voice was a little rough as he responded. "You were... asking about weaknesses."

"Ah, yes," she said with a soft smile. "Demons have many weaknesses, but one of their strongest tools is distraction. It's important to stay focused, no matter what." Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary, a hint of amusement in her expression.

As she returned to her notes, she shifted her stance, her skirt catching on the edge of the desk. The fabric lifted slightly, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings. She didn't seem to notice, though Arthur's sharp intake of breath betrayed that he certainly had.

"Arthur," she said, tilting her head. "Is something distracting you?"

He forced his gaze back to her face, trying to ignore the way her shirt strained against her chest as she leaned forward again. "Maybe."

Isabella chuckled softly, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. She walked around the desk, her hips swaying with each step until she stood behind him. Leaning down, she placed her hands on the armrests of his chair, her breath warm against his ear.

"Let me make it easier for you to concentrate," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. She reached over, her chest brushing against his arm as she pointed at a diagram in the book. "This here is a succubus," she said, her lips barely an inch from his ear. "They're known for their ability to charm and manipulate. Do you know how to resist their allure?"

Arthur turned his head slightly, his face now mere inches from hers. "I suppose it depends on the situation," he replied, his tone steady despite the heat between them.

Isabella's fingers traced lightly along the edge of the page, her nails painted a deep red. "That's a good answer," she murmured, her gaze dropping briefly to his lips. "But sometimes... resistance is futile." Experience tales with empire

Arthur chuckled, his voice light despite the tension in the air. "Sounds like a challenging opponent. I'd like to learn more about this succubus race."

Isabella's lips curled into a sly smile, her crimson eyes gleaming with playful intent. "Oh, don't worry. There's no one who knows succubi better than me," she said, her tone brimming with confidence. She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear as her slender finger traced a passage in the open book. "Succubi are masters of manipulation. Temptation and distraction are their deadliest weapons. Perhaps I should give you a... practical demonstration?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow, though his composure wavered as Isabella's hand lightly grazed his arm, trailing down to his hand resting on the desk. Her touch was soft, deliberate, and lingered just long enough to make his heart race.

"Imagine a succubus standing before you," she said, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Her gaze locked on yours, her movements deliberate. How would you keep your focus?"

Before he could answer, she stood up straight and turned her back to him, pretending to search for another book on the shelf. The motion caused her short skirt to lift further, revealing the curve of her ass and the faintest glimpse of black lace beneath. Arthur swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she stretched, seemingly oblivious to the view she was giving him.

When she turned back around, she held a small book in her hand, her crimson eyes sparkling with amusement. "See? Already distracted," she teased.

Arthur smirked, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. "You're proving your point rather effectively, Professor."

Isabella chuckled, setting the book down before unbuttoning the top of her shirt. "Well, if we're going to train properly, I need to make this as realistic as possible." She tugged the fabric apart slightly, exposing the swell of her breasts, barely contained by a lacy black bra.

She perched herself on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs slowly. The motion caused her skirt to slide up, revealing more of her thighs and the thin strip of fabric between her legs. Arthur's eyes were drawn to the faint outline pressed against the lace, the way it clung to her intimately.

Isabella tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Still with me, Arthur? Or are you already losing focus?"

"I'm focused," he replied, his voice low, though his gaze betrayed where his attention was.

"Good," she murmured, leaning forward again. Her hand brushed against his shoulder before drifting down his chest, her nails lightly tracing the fabric of his shirt. "You'll need to resist distractions like this."

Her fingers moved lower, pausing just above his belt before retreating. "Tell me," she said, her tone playful, "how would you counter a succubus who's this... close to you?"

Arthur's smirk deepened. "I think I'd need a more hands-on demonstration to be sure."

Isabella laughed softly, uncrossing her legs and leaning back on the desk, her posture both inviting and teasing. "Then I suppose we'll have to continue this lesson until you're fully prepared."

The lesson continued with Isabella keeping Arthur's attention fixed on her in more ways than one. Her teasing touches, lingering glances, and revealing movements had tested him to the limit, but he kept his composure. Mostly.

She finally stepped back, adjusting her skirt and brushing imaginary dust from her blouse. "That's enough for today, Arthur," she said with a soft smile. "You've learned a lot, but there's still more to cover next time."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Arthur stood, closing the book on the desk. "Thank you, Professor. Your teaching methods are... unique," he said, his tone polite, though the corner of his mouth lifted into a knowing smirk.

Isabella chuckled, stepping closer to him. "Unique? I'll take that as a compliment." She reached out to fix the collar of his shirt, her fingers grazing his neck. The touch was brief but enough to send a shiver down his spine.

As he turned to leave, her voice stopped him. "Arthur, wait."

He paused, glancing back over his shoulder. Isabella closed the distance, leaning up to press a warm kiss to his cheek. Her lips lingered just enough to make his heart skip a beat. "I'll be waiting for our next session, Arthur," she whispered in his ear, her breath soft against his skin.

Arthur smiled, turning to face her fully. His eyes gleamed with confidence as he leaned in, surprising her with a kiss on her cheek. "Me too, Professor," he replied, his voice steady and bold.

Isabella blinked, stunned for a moment as she stood there. Arthur chuckled softly, stepping away and heading for the door. "See you next time," he said over his shoulder, leaving her watching him with a mix of surprise and amusement.

As he walked down the hallway, Arthur smirked to himself, thinking about how the "lesson" had unfolded.

Back in the cabin, Isabella touched her cheek where he had kissed her, a small smile playing on her lips. "Bold move, Arthur. I can't wait to devour you." she murmured, already planning how she'd handle him during their next session.