How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

“Riley~”

Her voice was soft — almost a whisper — yet the plea carried more weight than any shout.

There was a tremble in her tone, a vulnerability that struck deep inside him.

And as she looked up at him, her flushed cheeks and wide, glistening eyes laid her feelings bare.

Riley’s breath hitched.

Her body… her expression… everything about her at that moment awakened something within him — not just desire, but a deeper, more consuming need to be close to her.

To claim her in the most intimate way possible.

As his body leaned forward, Snow gasped faintly.

She felt it.

Something firm pressing against her lower abdomen.

Her eyes widened slightly.

There was no mistaking what it was.

She could feel the heat radiating from it, even through the thin layers between them — Riley’s Penis, hard and unmistakably real.

A nervous breath escaped her parted lips, her body twitching slightly under him.

She was scared. But more than that… she was excited.

Her hand instinctively moved, as if drawn toward it — but before she could reach him, Riley’s hands moved faster, traveling up her sides, fingers spreading warmth across her skin.

And then—

“Ah—!”

A small jolt coursed through her as he cupped her breasts.

First gentle. Testing.

His palms molded against the softness through the fabric, exploring the shape of her body with reverent, deliberate pressure.

They were soft — warm — and impossibly inviting.

Riley couldn’t help but squeeze them slightly, feeling them mold in his grip, the sensation of her plush flesh against his palms almost addictive.

Her breath hitched again, her back arching involuntarily.

“T-This is… Hn~…Ah~”

Snow bit down gently on a loose strand of her silver white hair, trying to hide her burning expression.

Her hand clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, but Riley didn’t stop.

If anything, he became more focused.

And then — he moved to uncover her.

He slipped off the translucent, lacy bra that had clung to her like mist.

The fabric fell away without resistance, revealing the flushed pink mounds beneath.

Perfect.

Round.

Her nipples, already perked from his teasing, seemed to stiffen further under his gaze.

Snow gasped, her arms crossing instinctively, trying to hide herself — but Riley caught her wrists, gently but firmly pulling them aside.

“D-Don’t—” she breathed, eyes full of embarrassment, trembling from head to toe.

But it was already too late.

Riley leaned down, and pressed her lips to her breast.

“H-Hick—!”

The first contact made her cry out — a small, stuttering sound that she tried to muffle with the back of her hand.

But then his tongue flicked across her sensitive skin, circling, licking, before wrapping gently around her nipple.

“Hng~ Ah~!”

Her body jolted again.

Pleasure rippled through her — unexpected and intense — and her thighs clenched together beneath him.

Her hands, trembling, reached up to cover her mouth, but her moans kept slipping through.

Each time Riley sucked gently, her hips squirmed.

Each time his tongue pressed and flicked at her softness, her fingers dug deeper into the sheets.

He sucked and kissed with slow, focused devotion, drinking in her reactions like a man starved.

“R-Riley, please— Angh~!”

She tried to push at his chest, but her strength had left her.

She could barely breathe, barely think. The only thing she could do was feel — and her body was doing exactly that.

And Riley could tell.

Her breaths were shallow, her voice trembling.

Her body was melting beneath him, unable to hide the pleasure she felt from just his lips, his hands.

He smiled against her skin, a satisfied hum leaving him.

“…Just from this alone…” he whispered against her breast, “…you’re already this sensitive.”

Snow whimpered, unable to speak.

But her expression said everything.

At this moment….

She was his — completely.

“Hng~ Y-Yes…!”

Snow’s voice rose, uncontrollably sweet and needy, as Riley’s kisses deepened.

His lips traced a devoted path along the soft curve of her breasts, his tongue flicking her now glistening nipples, leaving them wet and aching under his touch.

Each kiss, each lick, each deliberate suction made her back arch and her thighs tighten.

The heat was unbearable. Electric.

Her hands fumbled against the sheets, trying to hold onto something — anything — to ground herself.

Riley’s head dipped between her breasts, his warm breath ghosting over her flushed skin as he licked up the valley between them.

His kisses were no longer teasing — they were consuming.

Marking her.

Worshipping her.

‘He’s too good at this…’

The thought echoed in Snow’s overwhelmed mind as her body trembled under the pleasure.

Her proud heart — the same one that once studied books and scrolls in secret, hoping to please Riley the way a proper lover should — now fluttered with frustration and awe.

She had practiced.

She had prepared.

She’d read countless things on how to please a man, especially someone as unpredictable and complex as Riley.

As a princess, she’d been confident she could meet his needs.

But now—

Right now—

She was the one being undone.

With every flick of his tongue, every nip, every slow trail of kisses, she was the one melting.

The rhythm was entirely his, and she couldn’t keep up.

Her breath hitched again.

Her chest rose and fell in desperate motion.

And below — down there — she could feel it.

A slick warmth growing.

Her body was completely, utterly ready for him.

She bit her lip, flustered.

A part of her was embarrassed that she was getting this wet from just foreplay.

But another part of her — the deeper, more honest part — felt relief.

Relief that she could please Riley.

That her body, her voice, her reactions — all of it — were making him feel good.

Because he hadn’t stopped touching her.

Squeeze—!

“Ah…!”

Snow gasped in surprise.

Riley had suddenly pulled back, his upper body rising slightly as he looked down at her — blue eyes intense with desire — while both of his hands continued to fondle her breasts without mercy.

His palms pressed in from the sides, pushing the soft mounds together, his thumbs tracing her sensitive peaks with maddening precision.

He squeezed them again, rougher this time, causing Snow’s breath to hitch sharply.

Then — he pinched.

“Hyah—!”

Her body jolted, her hands reflexively moving to grip his wrists, not to stop him… but to ground herself.

“You’re really soft, Snow…” Riley said, almost breathlessly, as he stared down at her flushed, trembling form. “This squishy, warm feeling… I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”

“D-Don’t say that, you idiot…” Snow turned her head to the side, her silver hair sticking to her face, her ears burning red. “I won’t be able to look at you anymore…”

Riley leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “But it’s true.”

His voice was low — husky.

“Everything about you feels so soft. So smooth. Right now… honestly, I want to touch you everywhere. I want to feel, kiss, suck, devour… every inch of you.”

“Please stop—” she whispered, voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

But even as she said it, her fingers clenched weakly at his arms.

She didn’t push him away.

Riley’s hand stopped at the center of her chest, then slowly traced downward—touching her belly, giving it a gentle pinch as he pulled the soft skin upward.

“Even this little bit of squish makes you even more irresistible~”

“W-What? I don’t have any—I’m not fat!”

“I know,” he murmured, voice low. “Just… squishy.”

“I’m not—hnng~!”

Snow almost cried out as she felt a sudden warmth press between her legs, right where her soaked panties clung tight.

His penis slowly moved up and down against her, heat and pressure teasing her entrance.

A deep, masculine scent filled the space between them—thick and heady.

Riley leaned in, and he could sense the same heat rising from her own body, drawing him closer.

The scent of a woman in heat.

Without a word, Riley slipped her panties down with such smoothness, Snow hardly realized they were gone.

“I’m coming in, Snow…”

“…”

She couldn’t speak.

Her body kept twitching beneath him—restless, needy.

She didn’t need to answer; he already knew.

Riley leaned in, kissed her softly, and whispered against her lips, “It might hurt a little… but it’ll feel good soon.”

“W-Wait—Ahh…!”

His penis slid into her, slow and steady, slipping into her soaked warm pussy with barely any resistance—until he felt it.

That moment. A soft barrier giving way.

He’d taken her first time.

Her wet juices came flushing out, he just entered and Snow came at the same time…

“Mmm~ Ahn~!”

Snow arched beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets.

Only muffled moans escaped her lips as her body trembled—caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure.

Riley held her close, not moving yet, letting her body adjust as he cradled her in his arms.

Snow couldn’t move properly yet—her body was still trembling, caught in that raw mix of pain and pleasure—but the sensation was overwhelming.

Even Riley was struggling to hold back.

Her soaked slit clenched around him with every slight movement, as if begging for more—gripping him so tightly it sent a shiver down his spine.

“I’ll go slow…” he whispered into her ear.

But Snow barely heard him. Her mind was foggy, drowning in heat.

Her breath hitched, and a quiet moan slipped out as he moved inside her again.

“Ah…!”

“Hnn…”

“Mmmng~…”

His thrusts were still soft—slow, careful—but that only made it worse.

Every motion dragged a wave of pleasure through her, making her gush even more, tightening around him without meaning to.

She felt everything—his length, the rhythm, the stretch, the warmth.

Her body kept clenching tighter, her walls squeezing him like she didn’t want to let go.

Another wet sound echoed out.

Squelch…!

“Ah…!”

It was like something exploded inside her, but softly—waves of ecstasy washing over her in bursts, rolling through her spine and out her fingertips. She could hardly breathe.

“Snow… you feel amazing. So warm… so tight…”

“Hng…ah~ Ooh—Yes… More!”

Riley shifted, pulling his body up slightly.

His hands gripped her waist firmly, anchoring her in place as he started to thrust with more purpose—slow but deep, hitting angles that made her legs twitch.

He explored every inch of her.

Every tight, untouched place inside her soaked walls.

It felt like he was memorizing her—marking her with every stroke.

“Ah… ah… ahhh!”

Snow could hardly keep up.

His pace grew faster, harder, but still deliberate—each thrust rocking into her deeper than the last.

The sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, and Riley couldn’t hold back any longer.

The more she moaned, the more he craved her.

“Hnng~”

“Ah…!”

“Mhm~!”

Snow bit her lip, trying hard to muffle the sounds spilling from her mouth.

As a princess, she never imagined she could make such shameless noises—so full of need, so desperate.

But right now, none of that mattered.

Not etiquette, not shame.

Only Riley.

Only this.

She could feel him deep inside her, filling her completely.

As Riley’s movements grew faster, more intense, something awakened inside her too.

She moved with him—not just reacting, but responding, pushing back, matching his rhythm without even thinking.

Her body just knew what to do… as if it was made to feel him like this.

Rustle…!

“Haah…!”

A shift.

They moved again, bodies twisting in a heated mess of skin and breath.

Now Snow was on top of him, straddling Riley, their faces close—foreheads touching, eyes locked.

Her hips trembled as she lowered herself back down onto him, slowly, carefully.

“Mmph~!”

She kissed him—deep and urgent—wanting him to feel everything she was feeling.

The pleasure, the connection, the burning in her chest.

It wasn’t just lust anymore.

It was something more.

Something that made her want to give him everything.

With the pain long gone and her body fully his, Snow finally realized just how thick and long Riley’s dick really was.

She blinked down at him, her cheeks burning.

‘How did it even fit?’

But the thought slipped away, because none of it mattered anymore—not the size, not the shame—just the feeling of him reaching so deep inside her it felt like he was touching her very core.

“Ah…!”

She moaned again, louder this time.

She could feel it—his penis pressing up against her belly, each deep thrust brushing places she never knew existed.

Her womb was trembling, reacting, like it was trying to meet him halfway.

Even though this was her first time, Snow somehow knew—her body was ready.

Ready to take all of him.

Ready to receive his warmth. Ready to be his, completely.

“Riley~!” she cried out, her voice trembling.

Her muffled cries came out as she blurted out his name in pleasure.

-Thump…!

Her heart was pounding wildly, almost painfully, as she felt something change inside him—his heat, his tension, the way his breath hitched every time he moved.

She knew it was close.

Just like her, Riley was holding back, barely hanging on as they both pushed toward that edge.

She tried to match his rhythm—hips rolling, breath catching—but it was getting harder and harder.

Her body was trembling, sweat clinging to her skin. The thing she’d been craving, aching for, was coming.

Even Riley let out faint, breathless moans.

“Haah~…”

Their breaths tangled between them, hot and heavy.

Then—suddenly—he gripped her waist tight and slammed her down on him, almost pulling all the way out first before crashing back in.

Thrust.

“Ah…! Ugh…!!”

A bolt of pleasure shot through her spine.

Snow didn’t even know how to react.

Her thoughts were scattered, her body barely keeping up.

She squirmed, trying to adjust herself—but Riley was relentless now.

He kept going. Deeper. Harder. Faster.

Each thrust filled her so fully, so completely, she felt like she might break apart.

“Ah…! Ah…! W-Wait—R-Riley, I-I can’t—Hnnng~!”

Her cries blurred between protest and pleasure.

But Riley couldn’t stop.

No—he didn’t want to.

Seeing her like this, trembling, melting under him, her voice raw with desire—this was everything to him.

Her body, her love, her surrender—it sent a fire through his veins.

Her breasts bounced with every hard thrust. Her skin flushed, eyes glazed.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“You don’t have to hold back, Snow…” he growled softly, voice rough with lust.

He grabbed her tighter and jerked his hips upward again and again, hitting that deepest spot over and over.

Splurt…!

Splash…!

Wet sounds echoed in the room as her soaked core overflowed.

Her slit clenched tight, dripping, struggling to keep him in.

She wanted to hold on—wait for him, reach that moment together—but it was too much.

Too good.

She couldn’t stop it anymore.

“Ahh—Hnng! Riley…!”

Her body arched as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

Her climax tore through her, intense and uncontrollable, her moans raw and broken.

Riley smiled, watching her unravel—watching her finally give in.

She wasn’t holding back anymore.

And neither was he.

Riley could feel it—his body was trembling, burning.

He was close.

“Argh…!”

Even though Snow had just climaxed, his rhythm didn’t slow down.

If anything, it grew more erratic, more desperate.

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

And she couldn’t catch her breath—he gave her no time to recover.

“Ah…!”

“Ah—!”

“Hnnng~!”

His hips moved faster, harder, chasing release.

But with every thrust, something inside Snow began to build again.

Her body, already sensitive and trembling, was rising back toward that edge—sharper, deeper, more intense than before.

“Snow… I’m coming…!” he gasped, voice breaking.

“Yes… please—! Hnnng~! Come inside me…!”

Her voice was soaked in heat, and love, and need.

She wanted all of him—wanted to take everything he had.

As Riley thrust even deeper, something inside her shifted—her womb almost seemed to pull down, cradling him, opening to meet him at the very core.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as she felt her climax racing up once more in her spine like lightning.

He hugged her tighter, burying his face in her neck.

Thrust—!

“Ahhh!!!”

Then, with one long, powerful push, he let go—his warmth spilling into her, deep and heavy.

“Ah…!”

“Hng~…!”

But he didn’t stop moving.

He kept grinding into her slowly, firmly, making sure nothing escaped.

Snow’s slit clenched down like a seal, pulsing around him, almost possessive—holding him inside, refusing to let a single drop of his release go to waste.

Their bodies trembled together, completely spent.

A sticky warmth lingered between them, raw and intimate, but they didn’t pull apart.

As the rush of their peaks slowly faded, Riley looked down at her.

Snow’s gaze was dazed, her eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted—but behind all that haze was something soft.

Deep. Loving.

“Riley…” she whispered, barely able to speak.

“Snow…”

“I love you…” she mumbled, voice fading like a soft breeze as her body finally gave out—her consciousness slipping into the dark, safe in his arms.

Her body still clung to him, her slit gently pulsing around his softening length, as if not ready to let go.

Riley kissed her forehead and held her tighter, feeling her warmth, her love, still wrapped around him.

“I love you too,” he whispered back.

This was a moment Riley knew he would never forget.

With slow, careful movements, he gently laid Snow down onto the bed, brushing a few strands of golden hair from her face.

Her skin was still warm, glowing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

He made sure she was comfortable—her breathing steady, her body relaxed—wanting her to have the deepest, most peaceful rest of her life.

And then, slowly, he began to pull out of her.

Even in her unconscious state, her body clung to him.

Her slit was still pulsing, tight, almost refusing to let go.

The sensation nearly made him groan again.

Pluck…!

His rod finally slipped free, slick and coated, and immediately, soft wet gushes spilled from Snow—her warmth, his release, all mixed together and trailing down.

Riley caught it with his palm, then gently pressed his fingers to the soft folds of her vagina, closing it shut with the lightest touch.

Snow let out a faint, muffled moan in response, her hips twitching instinctively.

“It’d be a waste to let all this effort go…” he whispered to himself with a quiet smile, before finally pulling his hand away.

To his surprise, her entrance stayed sealed—closing softly on its own, as if her body was obeying his unspoken wish.

He turned away, heart still pounding, he heard a soft ragged breathing.

“Haah…! Haah…!”

Rose.

Sprawled out on the other side of the bed, her legs wide open, her body trembling.

Her golden hair was a mess, clinging to her flushed cheeks.

Her breath came in quick gasps, and her hands were between her thighs—pressing against her drenched, twitching pussy.

She was soaking wet.

And watching.

Riley’s gaze met hers, and a soft, dazed smile curved on his lips.

“I guess you couldn’t hold back either…”

“I-I just…” Rose stammered, her voice weak, her lips trembling.

She didn’t know how to explain it—what she was feeling.

The heat.

The need.

The obsession.

The love.

She had watched everything.

Felt everything.

And now her body was screaming for him.

Riley stood tall, walking toward her, the weight of the moment still in his eyes.

His penis, still glistening and throbbing, hung just inches from her face—dripping with Snow’s juices, still thick with the scent of lust and warmth and love.

Rose’s eyes locked onto it.

Her breath hitched. Her cheeks darkened. Her lips parted in awe.

It was big. It was thick. It was long.

And it smelled of something primal—something that called to her in a way nothing else ever had.

She could see the trace of Riley’s love for Snow still coating him, and it only made her want him more.

Riley looked down at her, his voice low and filled with heat.

“It’s your turn now, Rose…”

She didn’t reply with words.

She didn’t need to.

Her body moved on its own—her face leaning forward, her lips brushing against the slick, warm length of his rod as she kissed and sucked it deeply.