On a weekend summer afternoon, the study was filled with cool air conditioning.
I was deeply immersed in a large-scale fantasy MMORPG, the screen’s light flickering as I controlled the character I’d created, slaying demons and monsters in the virtual world.
It was a newly released large-scale 3D role-playing game that included quite a few “adult-oriented” R18 elements, with a gorgeous, seductive art style.
My wife was sitting on the sofa beside me, holding a novel and reading it intently.
Since we were at home, she was dressed lightly—a white silk fitted camisole dress that fell to about her knees.
The silk clung smoothly to her graceful curves, exuding a lazy, homey vibe.
I’m a freelancer who works from home.
Since I earned a decent amount, after marriage I had my wife quit her position at her former big company to be a full-time housewife.
Three years into our marriage, at 32 years old, she was nothing like today’s internet celebrities—she had the kind of face that grew more beautiful the longer you looked.
Back in university, she was department-flower material.
Funny coincidence: we actually met in a game too.
Suddenly, the previously clear sky darkened without warning.
Black clouds churned outside the window, pressing down low.
My wife glanced up at the sky and gently urged, “Honey, go bring in the clothes, looks like a thunderstorm is coming.” Reluctantly, I set down the mouse and headed for the balcony.
The moment I stepped onto the balcony, a crack of thunder exploded without warning right by my ears—”BOOM!”
The sound seemed to split open right above my head, startling me with a jolt.
But strangely, after that deafening boom, the sky full of dark clouds receded like a tide in an instant, and sunlight poured down once more.
“Huh? So it’s not going to rain after all?” I wondered.
This weather was far too abnormal.
Puzzled, I returned to the study, and the sight before me made my heart stop—my wife was lying limply on the sofa, eyes shut tight, the book she’d been holding fallen to the floor.
“Wife?!” I was scared out of my wits and rushed over to check on her.
Thank goodness, her breathing was steady, like she was just asleep.
And then, suddenly, her voice rang directly in my mind, tinged with panic and confusion: “Honey?! I… I feel like I’m in the game somehow…” I whipped my head toward the computer screen, my pupils dilating in shock.
On the screen, my original game character was gone, replaced by a figure so familiar I couldn’t recognize it more—it was unmistakably my wife!
It wasn’t the game’s original model—it was a perfect replica of her in real life: the mature charm of a 32-year-old, 167cm tall, a well-proportioned 54kg figure.
Even through the screen, her proud 34D bust and plump 95cm hip line looked impossibly real, and she was even wearing that white silk camisole dress.
In that moment, the fourth wall, shattered.
The next moment, a cold, mechanical system prompt sounded in my mind, explaining this absurdity—”The original ‘Player’ left their seat and was not connected.
Target reassignment determined…
‘Substitute Player’ has been linked.
Experience begins.” So that lightning strike was the “ticket” into the game.
It was supposed to be me going in to experience it, but because I got up to bring in the clothes, the system “hijacked” my wife who was sitting right beside me instead!
Then, a quest panel appeared: Clear Condition: Complete the main questline, defeat all tier bosses, and you may leave the game world and return to reality.
Death Penalty: Character death does not immediately cause the real body to perish, but one “Spirit Line” will be deducted.
• Spirit Lines increase as strength grows.
• Warning: If “Spirit Lines” reach zero, consciousness will be completely lost, trapped forever in the game’s data stream.
That blood-red warning made cold sweat pour down my back.
In other words, this wasn’t a simple game—it was a rescue mission that couldn’t be lost!
I absolutely could not let my adorable wife become a lonely ghost of code!
Time was pressing.
I discovered I could establish direct mental contact with my wife.
So I immediately soothed her frantic emotions in my mind and quickly pulled up the character attribute panel to check the situation.
And that’s when the tense atmosphere suddenly turned a little awkward and weird.
The in-game ID had been forcibly changed: Su Yulin.
(I usually call her Yulin.)
The basic attributes showed: • Age: 32 • Height: 167cm • Weight: 54kg • Measurements: 88-72-95 • Cup Size: D
Moving my gaze further down, I couldn’t help but curse “damn” in my head.
Because after all, this was a game with R18 elements, and the next piece of data was a privacy exposé with “no bottom line” whatsoever: • Physical Status: Not a virgin • Physiological Features: Nipple color light reddish-brown, pubic hair relatively sparse, labia light brown and enlarged…
Even more intimate body details that only I knew in daily life had been coldly converted into precise written descriptions, publicly displayed on the screen.
“Ah…!” Yulin’s voice came through my mind in a mortified whimper.
Clearly, she could see the panel too.
In the screen, she—now Su Yulin—had a face that reddened all the way to her ears.
She instinctively tried to reach out and cover it, only to realize it was a floating system interface that couldn’t be blocked.
For someone of her naturally shy disposition, having her private parts completely digitized and openly displayed like this was probably harder to bear than facing monsters.
With a thought, I clicked open the equipment slot.
In an instant, a dazzling rainbow of seven-colored light nearly blinded my titanium-alloy dog eyes.
That white silk fitted camisole dress she’d been wearing was now judged by the system as a legendary-grade mythical equipment!
[Equipment Name: Celestial Silkworm Snow-Silk Divine Dress (God-tier)] • Defense: +100% • Charm: +100 • Special Trait (Passive): Spirit Line cap +10 (not just life-saving, adds life) • Special Trait (Passive): Source of Spiritual Power—automatically recovers 5% of total mana every 5 seconds.
• Activation Condition (Red Warning): This effect only functions in a “commando” state (i.e., no underwear may be worn).
“…Ahem… truly a R18 game, what’s going through these devs’ heads…” I pinched my forehead.
This powerful mana-regen buff actually required trading away one’s sense of shame.
Yulin’s voice exploded in my head immediately, laced with strong resistance: “No way!! I absolutely refuse to not wear underwear!!! That’s too perverted!”
“Okay, okay, I know, we won’t do it, we don’t need that mana anyway.” I quickly soothed her, casually pulling out a delicate set of white lace bra and panties from the shop (or inventory) and clicking “Equip.” Sure, it meant that broken mana-regen effect was temporarily inactive, but at least it preserved my wife’s dignity.
I moved my gaze to the shoe slot and froze again.
There were no battle boots in the shoe cabinet—just a pair of…
high heels?
And they too were radiating that divine rainbow glow!
“Wife, your luck is absolutely insane—you’re starting the game with a full set of god-tier gear! Hahaha!”
[Equipment Name: Reverse Scale · Dragon Empress War Heels] • Grade: God-tier • Attribute: Dragon’s Roar Flash—Attack +50% • Exclusive Skill: [Dragon’s Roar Flash]
Sure enough, after equipping these shoes, a new icon lit up in the skill bar.
“Let’s try it!” With a thought, I pressed the skill button.
On screen, Yulin’s expression instantly turned sharp.
She planted her left leg as a pivot, standing on one leg, then her right leg in its high heel swept up high into the air, carving out a perfect 90-degree angle, followed by a spinning side kick so fast it left afterimages!
“ROAR—!” A faint dragon’s roar seemed to boom, the leg wind fierce, her white skirt hem flapping wildly with the motion.