How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game - Chapter 462

Chapter 462: A night to remember~+(R-18)
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Happiness.

It was a feeling Riley hadn’t expected to feel again—at least not from someone else.

Not after what he’d lost in his previous life.

The memory of that person… the silence they left behind… those things used to haunt him.

Even now, questions about his purpose in this new world still floated quietly in the back of his mind.

Why was he here? What was he meant to do?

But for now, he ignored them all.

Because whatever the reason, whatever the twisted logic behind fate pulling him into this life, he was simply… glad.

Glad that this was where he ended up.

That he met these girls.

That they loved him—and that somehow, he was learning how to love again.

“Hehe~ I see…” Alice leaned back in her chair, a playful smirk on her lips. “Well then, do your best and make sure they enjoy the love you’re about to give them. Since I already got a first-class experience, I’m sure they’ll have a great time~”

Riley gave her a look, half-amused, half-exasperated. “At least try not to blush while saying stuff like that.”

“I-I guess s-so! Haha—it’s not exactly something I’m used to talking about, okay?” Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, and in a burst of flustered boldness, she pointed at him and blurted, “If you’re still not satisfied for the night, my room’s always open!”

And with that, she bolted from the room, laughter trailing behind her.

Riley chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head.

After a moment, he stood up and gave the servants a few quick instructions to clear the table.

Then, taking his time, he made his way upstairs.

He didn’t use the same bathroom as the girls—mostly out of habit, and maybe a bit of consideration. Instead, he walked into one of the guest bathrooms down the hall.

The warm light above the mirror flicked on, and steam gently rose from the bath already prepared by the household staff.

Riley washed his face, let the water run through his hair, and after drying off, slipped into his robe.

That was when he heard the familiar voice.

“Master!”

He turned, just in time to see a certain tiny figure flutter into the bathroom. “Lavine? You’re up?”

The little fairy floated in midair, rubbing her temples like she still had a headache. “Yeah… I don’t ever want to experience that kind of crushing again. I think my bones folded in ways they weren’t meant to,” she grumbled, still clearly recovering from being squeezed half to death by Snow earlier.

Then her tone shifted, more serious.

“And also, did you already forget what I warned you about earlier?”

Riley blinked. “About what?”

“About your room! I told you, remember? Your fiancée—the white-haired one—did something to it. I can’t even enter anymore. The entire space is covered in layers of magic. Runes, seals, glyphs… the whole thing.”

She hovered a little closer, lowering her voice.

“I don’t think it’s dangerous, exactly, based on the mana used, but… it’s weird. Like, really weird. Something’s off about it. I’ve got a bad feeling, Master.”

Riley tilted his head slightly, drying the back of his neck with a towel. “I see…”

“So much for Liyana’s generosity, I guess…”

He had a pretty good idea of what Liyana might’ve done.

Based on past experiences with her, he wasn’t exactly shocked. If anything, he was mildly amused that she only ever really interfered this time…

He guessed it was either some sort of mental-type spell—maybe to influence thoughts or emotions—or a surveillance spell, something that let her peek freely into his room.

Knowing her, it was probably both.

After all, Liyana was nothing if not thorough when she wanted to be.

Still, whatever the case, Riley wasn’t planning on letting anyone—Liyana included—ruin the moment.

“Can you do something about it, Lavine?” he asked, glancing toward the tiny fairy who floated beside him.

Lavine crossed her arms, nose raised proudly.

“Hmph! Who do you think you’re talking to? Of course I can! Though… I’ll admit, draconic runes are a bit foreign even for me. But bypassing them with my own magic is as easy as unlocking a door.”

She paused, her wings twitching with mild irritation.

“Though sadly, I lack the mana to actually do it right now…”

Riley gave a small smile and closed his eyes. “Then the solution is simple. Take as much as you need.”

Lavine blinked. “W-Wait, are you sure, Master? Looking at how… thirsty your girls are, I think you’ll need all the energy you can get for tonight.”

He opened one eye and raised a brow. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fairly confident in my physical strength.”

“Says the one who had to reroute most of his mana just to keep up with his fiancée…”

“You… were you watching?”

“W-Who knows?” she stammered with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Riley sighed, brushing a hand through his still-damp hair. “It doesn’t really matter. Just take what you need to handle it.”

Lavine hesitated, still looking unsure, but eventually nodded. Slowly, she fluttered closer, hovering just above Riley’s face.

Her tiny hands touched his forehead gently, and a soft, radiant glow began to emit from her fingertips.

She closed her eyes, and her wings pulsed with faint blue light.

As she drew in his mana, her own magic surged—gentle and ancient, bound to the celestial lineage that ran through her tiny frame.

The magic etched into her body responded instantly, flaring to life as intricate sigils danced across her skin.

She turned, locking her focus onto Riley’s room.

With a soft pulse, her magic bloomed outward like a quiet starburst, aiming to cleanse and overwrite whatever Liyana had laced the room with.

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“…..”

“…..”

The room was silent.

The kind of silence not born from emptiness, but from anticipation.

Two girls sat side by side on the edge of the bed, their delicate hands resting on their laps, their gazes flickering between the soft candlelight and the closed door.

The dim glow of the room cast gentle shadows across their skin — illuminating the fine lines of their nightwear, softening the color of their flushed cheeks.

Even though both Snow and Rose had spoken so confidently the day before, that confidence felt like a fragile illusion now.

They were here, together — truly here — and this time, there would be no interruptions.

No Liyana.

No distractions. Just them… and Riley.

Snow was the first to break the quiet, her voice barely above a whisper.

“…Uhm, Rose…”

“Yes?”

“Do I… look good?”

Rose turned her head slightly, her golden eyes shimmering. “Yes,” she answered softly.

It wasn’t a lie.

Even she felt a strange tightness in her chest.

Embarrassment, maybe.

Nerves.

Yesterday, her attention had been split.

She couldn’t fully focus on herself, not with another woman present.

But now… now it was just her and Snow, preparing to offer their hearts — and more — to the man they both loved.

“We wore our best… outfits. So I’m sure Riley will like it,” Rose added, glancing down briefly at the nearly translucent fabric clinging to her body.

Their nightgowns were a soft white, sheer and flowing, barely enough to count as modest.

The lace clung around their hips like whispers, and the garter belts fastened over silk-thin stockings only added to the quiet intensity of the moment.

It wasn’t vulgar — far from it.

But it was intimate.

Vulnerable.

Honest.

The kind of attire a girl only wore when she truly, deeply wanted to be seen.

“You know his preferences, right…?” she asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Snow replied, clutching her arm. “I guess… everything’s fine then, hm…”

For all her status and poise, this was the first time Snow had ever felt this exposed.

Not because of the clothing — but because of the emotion behind it.

She wasn’t a princess tonight. She was just a girl, in love, waiting for someone important.

Stomp.

Footsteps.

Light, but confident — familiar.

Their hearts jumped.

A knock.

A pause.

Then… the gentle creak of the door opening.

And then — him.

Riley stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted by the faint hallway light behind him.

His robe was loose around his chest, damp strands of hair falling gently over his eyes from his shower.

But what caught the girls — what made their bodies stiffen and cheeks turn crimson — were his eyes.

Those calm, piercing blue eyes that landed directly on them.

Not on the floor.

Not on the ceiling.

On them.

He said nothing at first. He didn’t need to.

Rose’s breath caught slightly, and Snow swallowed hard. For a moment, none of them moved.

Eventually, Riley stepped forward — slow, deliberate — as though approaching something fragile. Something precious.

His eyes didn’t need to guess what the two girls were feeling. It was written clearly on their faces.

Nervousness. Excitement. Vulnerability.

They were baring more than just skin tonight — they were baring themselves.

But Riley didn’t say a word to tease them.

He didn’t smile knowingly or speak to ease their tension with banter. Instead, he let the silence hold, warm and delicate like the flickering light that painted the room in soft gold.

Stopping just a few centimeters away, Riley stood above them for a brief moment, looking down at his two lovers — at Snow and Rose — as they sat side by side on the bed.

They looked up at him, their eyes wide, lashes trembling ever so slightly.

They were so beautiful….

The surreal nature of the moment finally grounded itself in his chest — this was happening. With them.

Slowly, without saying a word, Riley lifted his hands and placed them against their cheeks.

Warm.

Soft.

Tense — but only for a second.

Both girls leaned into his touch instinctively, their shoulders relaxing as if they’d been holding their breath this entire time.

Their eyes fluttered half-closed, hearts hammering beneath delicate fabric.

Despite being noble and royal daughters — powerful, proud, composed — here, like this, they were simply girls in love.

And right now, Riley’s touch was enough to melt any fear.

They didn’t care how shameful it might look. If it was Riley… then anything was okay.

“…Mn…”

A quiet sound escaped their lips at the same time, soft as a sigh, as Riley’s thumbs gently stroked along their skin.

He then tilted their faces upward, fingertips brushing their chins, guiding them to look at him again.

Kneeling down between them, Riley matched their gaze at eye level.

His smile was gentle, quiet — but in it held something undeniable.

Desire. Affection. Commitment.

“There’s no escaping now…” he murmured, almost teasing.

But neither girl flinched.

They only nodded, their eyes flickering with shared anticipation.

Riley turned first toward Snow.

Their eyes met — crystal blue into deep royal — before he leaned in and closed the distance.

His lips met hers gently. A soft press at first, like asking a question.

“…Hng…”

Snow gasped quietly, surprised by the intimacy, but she didn’t resist.

Her hesitation lasted only a heartbeat before she kissed him back — tentatively, then more eagerly.

Their lips moved in rhythm, breath catching between them, hearts rising in sync.

“…Ah….”

When his tongue finally brushed against hers, she welcomed it with a shy moan, the heat in her chest blooming like fire through her limbs.

As their kiss deepened, Riley’s hands moved — slowly, respectfully — one trailing from her cheek, down the smooth line of her neck, then across her shoulder.

The other rested lightly on her waist, the thin nightdress offering no resistance, no barrier.

Snow whimpered softly into his mouth, and Riley’s lips caught the sound, silencing it in a way that made her knees weak.

Her body tensed — not out of rejection, but out of inexperience. Out of the dizzying storm in her chest that told her this was real.

Riley pulled back just slightly, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them.

His lips were still so close… their warmth lingered.

…Pushed gently into the mattress, Snow laid back against the bed’s soft embrace, her silver-white hair fanning out across the pillows like a delicate veil.

Her hands instinctively lifted to her chest, trying to compose herself, but her breath came in light, shallow gasps.

Her cheeks burned bright pink, a deep blush blooming across her porcelain skin.

“..Mn…”

A muffled, shaky sound escaped her lips — part gasp, part moan — as her mind tried to make sense of what her body was feeling.

She had never known kisses could feel so consuming, so electric.

The warmth spreading from her lips had long since taken root in her chest, growing into something harder to contain.

Something deeper.

She looked up — vulnerable, bare in more ways than one.

And there he was.

Riley.

Standing above her, his robe slipping off his shoulders and revealing the figure she had only glimpsed through stolen glances before and even openly from time to time….

His skin was kissed by candlelight, smooth and sculpted, each muscle defined with subtle power.

She had known he was strong — seen how deadly he could be — but now, with him standing before her like this, she felt something new.

Embarrassment.

Wonder.

Desire.

Her lips parted slightly as her eyes traced over him.

The sight made her chest flutter — and her thighs subtly squeeze together beneath the thin layers of her dress.

Riley moved forward, climbing atop the bed, hovering just above her.

Their eyes met again.

Blue into blue.

And for a moment, the world shrank to just this bed — this room — this breathless moment between them.

He leaned down and kissed her again.

And this time, it was deeper.

Their lips locked with meaning.

With hunger.

Their tongues brushed once more, and Snow trembled beneath him as she returned the kiss with everything she had.

Riley pulled back just enough to speak, his voice low and steady.

“I love you, Snow.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

She stared up at him, wide-eyed, before her lips curved into a soft, trembling smile.

“…Yes,” she whispered, “I love you as well, Riley.”

He smiled at her — that same rare, gentle smile she had come to cherish — before turning his gaze to the side.

To Rose.

She sat nearby, watching silently, her golden eyes half-lidded and glowing in the low light.

Her breath was quiet, but her hands, resting on her thighs, were clenched tightly.

She had prepared herself. Braced her heart. But now, watching this moment unfold beside her, she felt something else rising inside.

Not jealousy — but anticipation.

“I’ll do it with Snow first…” Riley said softly, his tone respectful, but certain.

Rose blinked, caught slightly off guard. For a moment, her heart tensed.

But then… she saw his eyes. And in those eyes was no neglect. No dismissal. Only promise.

A promise that her turn would come.

A soft flush climbed her neck, and she nodded, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’ll wait,” she said quietly, voice trembling. “I want to see everything…”

Riley turned his attention back to Snow, who had half-lifted herself to try to cover her body.

But Riley’s hands were quicker, gentler, peeling aside the outer layer of her nightdress to reveal the faint shimmer of the lingerie beneath.

The white fabric was nearly transparent — delicate lace and thin straps hugged her curves. It was erotic in design, but elegant — a perfect match for her refined grace.

Snow gasped softly, a reflex, and her hands moved to hide her stomach, her chest — but Riley caught them mid-motion.

His eyes never left hers.

“Don’t hide yourself,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful…”

“Eung—”

A quiet cry escaped her lips as Riley leaned down, kissing the crook of her neck.

His lips moved slowly, reverently, from her collarbone to the edge of her shoulder.

She shivered beneath his touch, her breath catching, her hips shifting subtly under him.

With every touch, he unraveled her tension.

With every kiss, he made her forget everything except him.

And as his hands traced lower, his name left her lips in a quiet, breathy plea.

“Riley…”