How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

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Their kiss lasted longer than ever before.

It was a moment of warmth and love, a slow-burning fire neither of them wanted to put out.

Alice lost track of time, lost in the way their lips moved together, the way their tongues tangled and teased.

She didn't care how long it lasted.

She didn't want to know.

All that mattered was this—the heat, the closeness, the way she and Riley existed in this moment, uninterrupted.

Instinctively, she gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer, refusing to let go.

"Mmm…"

Their kiss deepened, turning hungrier, more desperate.

The protective barrier Alice had placed around them to shield them from the splashes of water shifted, morphing into something else—an opaque cloak that concealed them from prying eyes.

Riley Hell, the man she loved, was holding her just as tightly, meeting her passion with his own.

There was no hesitation in the way he kissed her back, no restraint in the way he touched her.

At this moment, she knew their affections weren't fleeting—they were real, undeniable.

"Hnn…!"

She shivered as Riley's grip on her grew stronger, his hold more possessive, his touch more demanding.

The weight of him, the sheer force behind his movements, sent a sharp thrill through her, excitement laced with something else—something that made her chest tighten.

She knew where this was leading.

She knew what it would mean.

And yet… she didn't stop tempting him.

Because as much as he wanted her, she wanted him just as badly.

Slowly, Alice's Red Queen powers stirred, responding to the emotions swelling inside her.

The red mana within her pulsed, expanding outward like ripples in still water.

The world around them shifted, transformed under the influence of her magic.

The simple wooden bench they sat on shimmered, bending to her subconscious desires until it became something else entirely—a large, soft white bed.

The surroundings blurred, the edges of reality melting away within the small barrier she had created.

As their bodies pressed against each other, the shift was seamless, natural.

Riley's weight settled against her, his presence firm yet careful.

Eventually, he moved above her, his body caging hers as if drawn by an unseen force.

Their kiss finally broke, and a thin trail of saliva connected their lips before vanishing between their heavy breaths.

Their eyes met—Alice, breathless and flushed, feeling the heat of Riley's breath ghosting over her skin, and Riley, watching her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

There was excitement in her gaze, but something else lingered beneath it—a slight hesitation, the kind of fear that wasn't rejection but anticipation.

She looked like prey caught beneath its predator's gaze, trembling yet unwilling to run.

Alice looked so deliciously precious to him in that moment, so soft, so vulnerable.

And Riley knew—if he took another step, if he let himself go any further, there would be no turning back.

He was always careful with her.

He cared for Alice more than anything, cherished her beyond desire.

No matter how much he wanted her, he refused to take anything from her that wasn't freely given.

Especially not something that could be just a fleeting impulse, a choice made in the heat of the moment.

But then…

"Riley...?"

Her voice—warm, breathy, laced with hesitation yet dripping with invitation—wrapped around him like a spell.

And in that moment, Riley knew he couldn't resist her.

Gently, Riley reached out, his fingertips grazing Alice's cheek.

She blinked, slightly confused by the tender touch, but she didn't resist.

Instead, she leaned into his palm, pressing her face against his warmth, as if seeking more.

Like a feline cat who wanted her owners complete attention...

His fingers traced delicate patterns against her skin, a slow and careful caress before his thumb found her lips, pressing against them lightly.

He hesitated, about to pull away—

But then Alice parted her lips and took his thumb into her mouth.

"Nn!"

A soft, wet warmth wrapped around him as she sucked gently, her tongue barely grazing his skin.

Her eyes, slightly watery, shimmered with something unspoken, and the blush dusting her cheeks made the act even more intoxicating.

Riley's breath hitched.

She wasn't just accepting his touch.

She was telling him to go further.

A small, knowing smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"....!!!!"

Alice's body jolted, her back arching slightly as she suddenly felt his warm breath ghost over the side of her neck.

The heat of it sent an unfamiliar thrill racing through her, her senses overwhelmed by the contrast of warmth and anticipation.

It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it made her body react in ways she didn't understand.

Her fingers twitched, gripping the fabric of the bed beneath her, opening and closing as if unsure whether to hold on or let go.

"W-What are you doing? —W-Wait!"

Her voice trembled, caught between surprise and something else.

Riley didn't answer.

Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Ahn!"

Alice gasped.

She tried to push him away, her hands weakly pressing against his chest—but the resistance didn't last.

The strange, tingling sensation of his kisses made her shiver, and soon, her attempts at escape melted into quiet submission.

At first, the sensation was foreign, almost too much to process.

But then, as Riley's lips continued their slow, deliberate assault—placing feather-light kisses, then deeper ones, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin from time to time—it changed.

That unfamiliar feeling transformed into something far sweeter.

Pleasure.

A shuddering sigh escaped her lips as he suckled gently, marking her with faint, possessive imprints.

The way he took his time, the way he let his mouth linger, made it clear.

He was claiming her.

And Alice had no strength—nor desire—to resist.

Alice felt a strange mix of sensations—ticklish, warm, and undeniably happy.

His lips against her skin sent soft ripples of pleasure through her, and despite the overwhelming heat pooling inside her, she couldn't bring herself to stop him.

"Ah! Nngh!"

Soft, muffled moans escaped her lips as she tried to stifle them, but the pleasure made it impossible to stay silent.

Her body tensed, muscles tightening as unfamiliar waves of sensation washed over her.

Her eyes fluttered, unfocused, unsure where to look as the intensity of the moment consumed her.

Her breaths came in uneven gasps, warm and heavy.

Her chest rose and fell in soft arcs, moving in sync with every touch, every teasing press of Riley's lips.

"!!!!!????"

And then—she felt it.

A firm, steady hand pressing gently against her chest.

Even through the thin fabric of her white dress, the sensation sent a sharp jolt through her.

The cloth was a flimsy barrier, doing little to dull the warmth of his palm as he cupped her left breast, his fingers molding around its softness.

His grip was neither rough nor forceful—just firm enough to make her body react, her breath catching in her throat as heat coiled deep within her.

Alice's lips parted, but no words came.

Riley didn't stop.

His other hand soon joined, pressing lightly against her right breast, his touch slow, teasing, deliberate.

The way he played against the soft curves of her body made her shudder, made her heart hammer inside her chest.

His hands kneaded gently—pressing, squeezing, releasing—exploring every little reaction she gave him.

"Hnngh~!!"

A choked, breathy sound escaped her before she could stop it.

Embarrassment flared inside her, and instinctively, she lifted her hands, covering her mouth, as if that could suppress the noises slipping free.

She tried—desperately—to keep her expression in check, to keep her body from reacting so obviously.

But it was useless.

And the more she tried, the more endearing she looked in Riley's eyes.

Her flushed face, the way she trembled beneath him, the tiny, helpless attempts to hide herself—it only made her all the more irresistible.

And Riley wasn't about to stop now.

"???"

"W-Wait, Riley, that's—"

Alice barely had time to react.

With practiced ease, Riley's fingers worked through the buttons of her dress, slipping them free one by one.

The small pops of fabric separating filled the space between them, yet Alice only truly processed what was happening when she felt the cool air against her exposed skin.

Before she could even think to stop him, her dress had already loosened, slipping from her shoulders.

And then—her ample breasts spilled into view, still concealed beneath delicate, lacy undergarments.

Riley paused, his eyes darkening slightly as he took in the sight.

For a moment, a flicker of surprise crossed his face—he hadn't expected her choice of lingerie to be this… erotic.

But rather than tease her for it, he merely smiled, appreciating the contrast between her modest robes and the sultry secret hidden underneath.

Alice's face burned with embarrassment, her hands moving instinctively to cover herself—

But Riley was faster.

In a heartbeat, his hands moved with skill and precision, unclasping the fabric that shielded her most sensitive places.

The delicate garment protecting her soft hills from exposure slid away with ease, and before she could react, his palms had already settled against her bare skin.

His touch was warm.

Firm, yet achingly gentle.

"Ahn!"

A soft, shuddering moan escaped Alice's lips, her body tensing at the raw, unfiltered sensation.

"Mm!"

Riley took his time, his fingers exploring the softness beneath them, kneading and molding as if savoring every inch of her.

Her breasts were impossibly soft, his hands sinking into them with ease, yet they had a natural firmness that made each touch even more intoxicating.

They bounced slightly beneath his grasp, his fingers pressing, spreading, releasing—testing the way her body responded to him.

And when his thumbs brushed over her stiffening peaks, circling and teasing her sensitive pink nipples, a sharp gasp tore from Alice's throat.

Her nipples stood at attention, hardening further beneath his careful ministrations.

They were sensitive—deliciously so.

Riley's fingers twirled around them, rolling and flicking, sending ripples of sensation straight through her.

"Hngh!"

The contrast between her large, flushed areolas and her trembling, needy expression only heightened the overwhelming eroticism of the moment.

Alice was perfection.

The very definition of an innocent, untouched woman, and yet—beneath all those robes, hidden away beneath layers of modesty—she had been keeping such sinful treasures.

Riley felt like he had already stepped into heaven.

And he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.