An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge Chapter 297: The Blood Lotus Art

The sun hadn’t even breached the horizon when Arthur stepped out of his room.

Saturday morning. 0500 hours.

The academy was dead quiet. The sprawling hallways were draped in pre-dawn shadows, the usual chaotic energy of the students replaced by the soft, ambient hum of the magical heating wards.

Arthur adjusted the collar of his dark training jacket as he walked down the grand staircase into the main lobby of the S-Class dormitory.

He wasn’t the only one awake.

Sitting behind the polished mahogany reception desk was Camilla Madison. The dorm warden looked bored, her hair tied in a tight bun, her reading glasses perched perfectly on the bridge of her nose as she sorted through a stack of disciplinary reports.

Arthur’s footsteps were completely silent, courtesy of his newly upgraded agility.

He didn’t announce himself. He simply walked around the desk and stepped directly into her personal space.

Camilla gasped, nearly dropping her enchanted pen as a large, warm hand slid casually around her waist.

"Good morning, Miss Warden," Arthur murmured, leaning down so his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of her ear.

Camilla’s posture instantly crumbled.

The strict, authoritative facade she had spent all morning rebuilding shattered the second she felt his chest press against her back. The newly purchased Tier 3 Sensual Pheromones radiated off him, instantly hijacking her senses.

"A-Arthur," she stamred, her face flushing crimson as she frantically glanced around the empty lobby. "What are you doing? Anyone could walk in."

"What are you talking about? No one’s awake this early," Arthur replied lazily.

His free hand trailed down the curve of her hip, firmly gripping her plump, skirt-clad ass. He squeezed hard, kneading the soft flesh. Camilla let out a breathy, treacherous little moan, her thighs instinctively pressing together beneath the desk.

He spun Camilla’s chair around, stepping between her legs. He didn’t give her a chance to protest. He tilted her chin up and captured her lips in a deep, dominating kiss.

Camilla lted instantly. Her hands, which had co up to push him away, ended up desperately gripping the fabric of his jacket. She tasted like black coffee and submission.

Arthur pulled back just enough to let her breathe. A wicked smirk played on his lips as he watched her chest heave. Her hazel eyes were completely glazed over.

"You’re already wet," Arthur observed smoothly, his thumb brushing over her swollen lower lip.

"It’s... it’s your fault," Camilla whimpered, looking up at him with absolute desperation. She bit her lip, her professional dignity entirely gone. "I can’t control it... Fuck . Please, Arthur... fuck right now."

Arthur chuckled softly, stepping back.

SMACK!

His hand lashed out, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to her ass cheek.

"Ah!" Camilla jolted, her back arching.

"Not today, Camilla," Arthur said, casually adjusting his jacket. "I have an appointnt. But be a good warden and keep my seat warm for . I might need to relieve so stress when I get back."

Camilla sat there, breathless, dripping wet, and completely flushed as she watched him walk out into the cool morning air.

"Yes, Master," she whispered to the empty lobby.

Mist hung thick and heavy over the secluded grounds of the Hall family estate.

0600 hours on the dot.

Arthur pushed open the enchanted wrought-iron gates. The crunch of his boots against the gravel echoed through the sprawling, ticulously kept courtyard.

Instructor Samantha Hall was already waiting.

She wore a skin-tight, sleeveless black combat suit that clung ruthlessly to every curve of her voluptuous body. Her silky black hair was tied back in a high, practical ponytail. A wickedly sharp, dark-tal katana rested casually over her shoulder.

She didn’t look like a teacher. She looked absolutely lethal.

"You’re on ti," Samantha noted, her blood-red eyes locking onto him through the fog.

"I don’t like keeping my master waiting," Arthur replied smoothly, walking onto the training dirt.

Samantha lowered her blade, planting the tip into the ground. She looked him up and down. There was no blush on her cheeks, no trace of the submissive woman from last week. Right now, she was a predator evaluating her most dangerous weapon.

She paused, crossing her arms beneath her heavy breasts.

"I spent the entire evening yesterday fielding complints from the Archmages and the Ministry," Samantha said, her voice carrying a cold edge. "They called my teaching thods ’revolutionary.’ They think I forged you into this absolute monster."

Arthur smirked. "And?"

"And it makes feel like a fraud," Samantha admitted, her eyes narrowing. "Because the truth is, I haven’t taught you a damn thing recently. You survived the Devil’s Forest because of your own instincts. You killed that Chira because of your own sheer power. You’ve been growing at a terrifying rate, and your master has just been sitting on the sidelines."

Arthur tilted his head. "You provided the academy resources. You gave the access to the restricted area of the library. Also, whenever you had free ti, you gave guidance. It’s not your fault that you are so busy."

"Those are all excuses, Arthur," Samantha cut him off sharply.

Her aura flared. The mist around them violently pushed back, repelled by her sheer mana pressure.

"No more playing around. No more academy drills," Samantha declared. "You are being dispatched to the Northern Borders. The Vanguard isn’t a ga. Your enemies there won’t be arrogant nobles or mindless golems."

She pulled her katana from the dirt, pointing the razor-sharp tip directly at his chest.

"They will be demons. They don’t have ethics. They don’t care about honor or dueling etiquette. They will use your compassion against you, and they will do absolutely anything to slaughter you."

Arthur drew the Abyssal Fang. The pitch-black blade humd eagerly, resonating with the heavy, violent tension in the air.

"So what are you going to teach ?" Arthur asked, dropping into a relaxed stance.

Samantha’s red eyes glowed. "I’m going to teach you how to kill them before they can even blink."

She shifted her footing. The air pressure around her changed instantly.

"This is my personal creation. The art that kept alive on the frontlines for ten years. It’s not ant for sparring. It’s ant for execution," Samantha explained, her voice dropping into a deadly whisper. "The Blood Lotus Art."

Before Arthur could even blink, she vanished.

There was no sound. No displacent of air.

Arthur’s Advanced Observer’s Gaze flared to life. His heightened agility instinctively threw his body backward before his brain even fully processed the movent.

Clang!

Sparks erupted in the mist. Samantha’s blade was suddenly an inch from his neck, blocked only by the desperate, upward swing of the Abyssal Fang.

The sheer kinetic force behind her strike was monstrous. It drove Arthur’s boots two inches deep into the packed dirt.

"Too slow," Samantha whispered right in his ear.

She twisted her wrist. The angle of her blade completely bypassed his guard. The blunt edge of the katana’s hilt slamd brutally into his ribs.

Arthur grunted, the impact sending him skidding backward across the courtyard.

"You rely entirely too much on your overwhelming stats and your dark mana," Samantha lectured coldly. She walked slowly toward him, twirling her blade with lethal grace. "Brute force works against beasts. But against a Demon Knight? They will dissect your sloppy footwork in seconds and take your head."

Arthur spat a glob of saliva into the dirt, rolling his shoulders.

The sharp pain in his ribs was already fading, knitting back together courtesy of his new Minor Regeneration skill.

His golden eyes blazed with pure, unfiltered adrenaline. The absolute dominance of his master ignited his blood.

"Again," Arthur grinned, raising his dark sword.

Samantha smiled. It was a terrifying, bloodthirsty look that perfectly matched his own.

"We have all weekend, Arthur," Samantha promised, dropping back into her deadly stance. "I’m going to break every bad habit you have. Even if I have to beat them out of you."