Even through the screen, I could clearly see that beneath that thin layer of silk fabric, the two cherries on her chest were standing fully erect, trembling slightly with her movements, pressing against the fabric with distinct outlines.
What’s going on?
Her eyes looked clear during battle just now—nothing seemed abnormal.
My heart skipped a beat.
I quickly opened the hidden status panel.
[Sensitivity: 0/100]
[Moistness: 0/100]
Seeing those two zeros, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Good—her body wasn’t aroused.
Then why…?
My gaze continued downward, and in the corner of the attribute panel, a line of data made me freeze instantly:
[Whip Adaptation: 10/100]
Did whip adaptation…
have 10 before?
Besides “real-time monitoring,” I discovered an even more perverted feature icon in the corner—[Time Rewind](recording playback).
The description read: “Can access all of the character’s viewpoint recordings from the past 24 hours at any time. Supports speed playback and key moment marking.”
I looked at that 10/100 whip adaptation, my throat going dry.
This was perfect!
It meant that even if I’d missed how she’d been “trained” to reach this number, I could now watch the entire process frame by frame through the playback, seeing exactly how she’d suffered.
I took a deep breath, about to tap that tempting button, when a WeChat notification banner suddenly popped up at the top of my phone, completely ruining my mood.
“Mr. Xia, regarding the second installment payment terms for that project, we need to discuss further.”
It was today’s client.
I cursed inwardly, but my hand honestly switched out of the game app and quickly replied to the message.
After all, I knew that to support the family, to let my wife continue living comfortably when she came back, this deal couldn’t fall through.
Just as I was furiously typing replies, the subway announced my stop.
No choice—I had to go meet the client first.
Reluctantly, I tucked my phone back into my pocket, thinking: Just wait.
Once I’m done with work, I’m going to replay that recording until it’s worn smooth.
But luck wasn’t on my side that day.
The negotiation didn’t go smoothly.
I’d thought it would just be a signature, but the other party was extremely picky about details, even raising several thorny new issues.
The discussion dragged on all afternoon, without even a sip of water.
“Brother Xia, you worked hard today! Come on, I’m treating—let’s go get a good meal!” The client was clearly satisfied with the outcome and insisted on dragging me to dinner.
I’d wanted to decline and head home, but he threw his arm around my shoulder with a “refusing means you don’t respect me” attitude, so I had no choice but to go along.
Glasses clinked, toasts were exchanged.
I ate distractedly, my mind full of that app’s red dots and my wife’s legs in those high heels.
By the time I finally saw the client off, it was already 10 PM.
I called a ride-hailing service, and with the alcohol going to my head, I dozed off in the back seat.
When I got home, the cold wind hit me and sobered me up somewhat.
Without even bothering to change my shoes properly, I rushed into the bathroom and turned on a cold shower.
The jolt of icy water instantly dispelled most of the drunkenness.
Drying my hair, I sat down directly at my computer.
“Honey, I’m here.”
Logged into the game.
The screen loaded, and Su Yulin wasn’t resting at the inn.
Instead, she was standing in one of Demon City’s training grounds used for practicing skills.
Seeing me arrive, she sheathed the [Silin].
My eyes lit up involuntarily.
Whether it was my imagination or not, the aura she radiated now was noticeably sharper than yesterday.
Her grip on the sword, which had been somewhat awkward before, was now steady as a rock, and even her eyes carried a hint of a swordsman’s keen edge.
“Hubby, you’re back?” She answered me through our mental link.
“Yeah, sorry about that, honey.” I said guiltily, “Ran into some trouble with the business deal today, and that client insisted on dragging me out to dinner. That’s why it took so long.”
“Oh, I told you—work comes first.” Yulin was very understanding, even comforting me.
“It’s not easy for a man to hustle out there. And I haven’t been idle in the game either.”
She excitedly waved her sword: “This game doesn’t have a fatigue system. While you were gone, I kept practicing with the sword, kept finding monsters to hone my footwork. I can already solo elite mobs of my own level now! I’m no longer that burden who just hides behind you.”
Seeing her proud “praise me” expression, my heart warmed.
I was about to compliment her when my gaze uncontrollably drifted to her chest.
There it was again.
Even here in the safe city, even though she wasn’t fighting, beneath that white silk slip dress, those two cherries were still standing tall.
Not the kind of temporary stiffness from cold or excitement, but a…
hardness that seemed to have become permanent.
The thin silk fabric was stretched almost transparent, and with her excited breathing, those two protrusions traced tantalizing arcs in the air.
I subconsciously opened the hidden data panel.
[Sensitivity: 0/100]
[Moistness: 0/100]
Both were still clean zeros, indicating her thoughts were pure and her body showed no signs of arousal.
My gaze moved down, and that number stabbed into my eyes like a needle:
[Whip Adaptation: 12/100]
When I’d looked on the subway this afternoon, it was 10.
Now it was 12.
Meaning, during those few hours when I was drinking and dining with the client, in order to master this “solo elite” skill, in order not to worry me, she’d “adapted” another 2 points through wave after wave of monster attacks.
Her nipples were still hard not because she was enjoying it, but because the skin there had been rubbed raw, swollen and congested, entering a physiological state akin to “chronic hypersensitivity”?
“What’s wrong, hubby? Did I not practice well enough?” Seeing me staring at her blankly, Yulin asked nervously.
“No… you did great. Really great.” My voice came out a bit hoarse.
But where exactly did this 12/100 whip adaptation come from?
Was she surrounded by tentacle monsters in the dark forest?
Or did she deliberately throw herself into whip-like attacks again and again to practice those difficult dodge maneuvers?
That question lingered in my mind.
But the exhaustion of reality surged over me like a tide.
I glanced at the time in the bottom-right corner of my screen—23:45.
I had a video conference early tomorrow morning, a critical presentation about the project.
I absolutely couldn’t be late, and I definitely couldn’t show up with a hangover and dark circles from staying up.
“Phew…”
I let out a long sigh.
“I really can’t stay up tonight.”
“Go to sleep! I told you, you didn’t need to come check on me.” Yulin’s tone carried a hint of scolding, but mostly concern.
“I’m safe in the city, and I’ve gotten pretty familiar with this [Silin]. Don’t worry about me.”
Looking at that considerate woman on the screen, my heart softened.
I tried sending a wave of comfort and affection through the brainwave link.
On screen, Yulin seemed to sense my “caress.” She closed her eyes slightly, a look of enjoyment spreading across her face as she rubbed her cheek against the air, as if I were really stroking her face.
“Good. Stay at the inn tonight, don’t go out of the city. That leveling stuff—too much is as bad as too little. Take care of your body.” I hinted subtly.
“I know, I know, you’re so naggy.” She pouted playfully.
“Log off now. Goodnight, hubby.”
“Goodnight, honey. Take care of yourself.”
Disconnected.
As the screen went dark, that strange sense of connection in my mind was severed instantly.
The room returned to deathly silence, broken only by the faint hum of the computer case.