I opened the hidden panel and watched the [Wetness] meter—which had dried up a bit earlier—now begin to rise slowly but steadily with each step.
12…
13…
14…
It wasn’t rising fast, maybe one point every few dozen meters, but it was like boiling a frog in warm water.
“Hang in there. Walk faster. We’ll be fine once we reach the city.” That was all I could offer as comfort, even though watching her swaying figure and fluttering skirt from behind was making my own throat feel dry.
“Mmm… ah… ah…”
Yulin’s breathy moans grew more pronounced.
With every step, those two nipples—fully erect from the earlier battle—were being enveloped, rubbed, and teased by the silk without any barrier.
“So… so irritating… nipples… mmm… the dress is so slippery…”
She stopped, hands on her knees, panting heavily.
The camera zoomed in, and I could clearly see a small trickle of glistening liquid sliding down her inner thigh.
Before it reached her knee, it was greedily absorbed by the silk skirt, soaking a small dark water stain into the pale white fabric in an extremely awkward position.
“Husband…”
This time, there was no stubbornness in her voice—only a tearful plea and a hint of unspoken longing.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, knowing full well.
“I… I can’t walk anymore…” Yulin bit her lower lip, her eyes glazed as she looked around, finally fixing on a dense shrubbery not far away.
Behind it was a massive boulder, forming a natural blind spot.
“There… behind that rock… probably no one passes by…”
“What are you going to do there?”
“You…
you know exactly what!” She stomped her foot in shame and anger, but the motion pulled at her sensitive inner thighs, producing another coquettish “Ah~.”
“I’m going… I’m going to take care of it… otherwise I’ll never make it to the city…” Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz—if not for our mental link, I wouldn’t have heard her at all.
“Just this once… you keep watch for me… don’t let anyone come near…”
My heart was pounding, but I kept my voice calm: “Alright, since it’s for the sake of getting moving, there’s no other choice. Go ahead. I’ll keep watch out here.”
Watching my wife—the one who would hide in the bathroom just to change clothes—now blushing, legs clamped together, scurrying into that shrubbery like a thief…
“Mmm… husband, keep an eye out for me, okay? If anyone comes, tell me right away…” Her voice in my mind was thin, trembling slightly. This story is hosted at g.com.
“Don’t worry. Of course I will.” I agreed with a perfectly serious tone, but my fingers were very honestly clicking the mouse—free camera mode, activated.
Wife, you seem to have forgotten about my third-person perspective…
On screen, that figure I yearned for was tucked into the corner between the rock and the shrubs.
She wasn’t spreading her legs boldly as I’d imagined.
Instead, she was still shyly leaning against the rock, legs together, body curled slightly inward like a frightened little rabbit.
Even in this secluded corner with no one around, she still couldn’t let go.
She was biting her lower lip, that conflicted and aggrieved expression combined with the reddened corners of her eyes from the high sensitivity—it was just…
too adorable.
My wife, who at home was decisive and even a little tsundere, now forced by a game mechanic to do this in the bushes—the strong contrast was so endearing it made my heart skip a beat.
She first looked left and right cautiously, confirming there really was no one nearby.
Only then, as if making a firm decision, did she slowly reach her hand toward her skirt hem.
I held my breath, quietly scrolling the wheel to zoom in.
I had to commend the game’s physics engine.
The Celestial Silk Divine Gown’s fabric texture was excellent.
As her fingers worked, the silky hem was lifted bit by bit, revealing those blindingly white long legs.
Without the constraint of underwear, that mysterious triangular area was faintly visible.
But before I could get a clear look, she shyly lifted the skirt only to her upper thigh, not fully raising it, instead slipping her hand into the shadows beneath the skirt.
“Mmm…”
An extremely suppressed nasal sound came through our mental link.
Through the screen, I saw her shoulders flinch suddenly—clearly her fingers had touched that already soaked sensitive area.
I mischievously lowered the camera to just a few centimeters above the ground—an “ant’s eye view”—then tilted it slightly upward.
This angle was practically cheating!
Though the skirt blocked the view, I could clearly see her pressed-together jade legs trembling slightly.
With her movements beneath the skirt, that thin layer of silk kept rising and dipping between her thighs.
She was doing it very clumsily.
After all, my wife was a traditional woman in real life.
Even in bed, I was usually the one taking the lead.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her long lashes trembling.
Her other hand was gripping the weeds beside her so hard her knuckles were white.
“Haah… mmm… why… why isn’t it working…” she muttered to herself with a tearful voice.
Watching her so anxious she looked ready to cry, I felt both sympathy and amusement.
Silly woman—at 85 sensitivity, what your body craves isn’t gentle touching like that.
But I held my tongue and just watched quietly.
Watching her speed up the movements beneath her skirt in frustration at not finding the right technique, watching her normally fair neck slowly flush pink, watching her slightly parted lips release broken puffs of white breath as pleasure accumulated.
Really, too adorable.
It was like watching a goddess who normally dwelled on high suddenly fall to the mortal realm, touched by the most primal of human desires.
Especially how she kept dividing her attention to check her surroundings even while doing it, afraid someone might approach without me noticing or warning her.
That anxious, half-resisting, half-yielding look was more tantalizing than any explicit imagery.
Suddenly, Yulin on screen went rigid.
Her pressed-together legs snapped straight, her toes digging deep into the soil.
“Mmph!… Mmm!!!”
She bit down hard on the back of her hand, forcibly choking back the scream that was about to burst out, only a few broken whimpers escaping from deep in her throat.
The skirt hem trembled violently several times.
Then, I clearly saw a glistening thread of liquid winding down her inner thigh, dripping onto the grass.
The system notification popped up right on time:
[Sensitivity has been reset: 0/100]
[Abnormal status removed]
She slumped down against the rock like she’d been drained, gasping for air, her eyes still unfocused.
I quickly pulled the camera back to normal view, pretending I hadn’t seen anything, and asked through our mental link:
“Wife? All done? I think I see someone coming this way (there wasn’t).”
Hearing my words, she jumped up like a startled deer, frantically smoothing down her skirt and hastily wiping the flush from her face.
“Done… I’m done! Let’s go!”
She ran out from behind the rock looking a bit disheveled, head down, hurrying ahead.
Watching that back—hurried but noticeably lighter than before—I couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.
My wife is so adorable it should be illegal.