I turned to look at the real Su Yulin lying on the big bed.
She still maintained that serene sleeping posture, but following our interaction in the game, a faint smile seemed to linger at the corners of her mouth.
I reached out and gently tucked the blanket around her.
My fingertips accidentally brushed her arm exposed above the covers—warm, soft, but completely unresponsive.
“Hope everything stays safe…”
I muttered, unable to resist the drowsiness any longer, and collapsed onto the pillow.
I was asleep almost the instant my head hit it, without even a dream.
The next day, I finally finished up my work, collapsed into my chair, and let out a long breath.
Instead of logging into the game right away, I pulled out my phone and opened [Observer].
That row of red recording markers made my heart race.
Since I could only rewind 24 hours, I dragged the timeline directly to yesterday afternoon—the time when I was drinking with the client while she was “leveling.”
The video began playing.
I set it to 3x speed.
The opening footage was indeed uneventful—my wife was grinding monsters in the field with the [Silin] sword.
Her movements were still a bit rough, but with her excellent gear, she fought through without much danger.
I watched for a bit, found it boring, and was about to skip ahead when the scene suddenly shifted.
She was standing before a teleportation gate emitting a faint blue glow.
She hesitated for a moment, then stepped through.
[System Notice: Entering solo challenge dungeon—Dragon-Serpent Cavern (Elite)]
So that’s it!
No wonder she’d improved so quickly.
I’d heard of this dungeon—all the mobs inside were elite-rank, and it had to be cleared solo.
She’d dared to challenge this difficulty behind my back?
I turned off fast-forward, restored normal speed, and watched with great interest.
The first few waves were serpent warrior mobs.
When they came one or two at a time, my wife handled them with relative composure.
Though she occasionally got clipped by their weapons, she used the high mobility of the [Defying Scales · Dragon Empress War Boots] to dodge and weave.
That white silk slip dress fluttered in the firelight like a white butterfly darting through the monster horde, finishing each fight with a few beautiful sword strokes.
Until the third wave, when three elite serpent demons attacked simultaneously.
“Ah!”
A startled cry came through the screen.
She couldn’t fend off all sides at once—while dodging a frontal attack, a serpent demon on her flank caught her rear with its tail.
“Smack!”
That dull impact was audible even through the screen.
The thin silk offered no defense whatsoever.
Then another monster’s spear grazed across her chest.
It didn’t break her defense, but the shaft pressed hard against her firm breasts, flattening and bouncing that soft flesh.
Though she was somewhat flustered and the hidden stats were flickering slightly, overall she managed to steady herself and gritted her teeth through that wave.
Until the final boss appeared.
It was a [Silver Flood Dragon] over ten meters long.
Covered in silver scales, its body as thick as a water barrel, no limbs—just a powerful tail and a mouth full of fangs.
My wife had clearly gotten a bit too cocky.
Maybe the winning streak had boosted her confidence, because she actually tried to close in and attack the dragon’s vital spot.
That was like a lamb walking into the tiger’s den!
Not long into the fight, the situation turned completely one-sided.
That flood dragon was too agile, and extremely cunning.
It refused to fight her head-on, instead using its long, thick tail like a whip, lashing out madly.
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
The dense sounds of whipping echoed through the empty cavern.
“Ah…! Ugh… it hurts…!”
My wife’s footwork completely fell apart.
That silver tail seemed to have eyes, targeting specifically the fleshy parts of her body.
Every swing landed precisely on her unprotected thighs, her plump rear, even her heaving chest.
The [Heavenly Silk Snow-Spirit Dress] was divine equipment and wouldn’t be damaged, but it was too thin!
Every lash made the silk sink deep into her flesh, leaving behind grooves that made one’s blood run hot.
I watched helplessly as her originally fair skin rapidly flushed with red welts beneath the silk.
In just a few minutes, she’d taken at least twenty heavy hits.
And what disturbed me most was the change in her cries.
At first they were purely pained yelps, but as the lashing continued, as that [Whip Adaptation] began ticking upward bit by bit, her voice changed.
“Ah-ha… mm!… Don’t… don’t hit there… mm-mm…”
That voice carried a trembling, tearful quality, yet mixed with a bone-tingling, soft, seductive sweetness.
Like some strange switch had been flipped inside her.
Just as her HP dropped to half, the flood dragon suddenly activated its constriction skill.
The thick silver serpent body coiled around her, binding her tight!
“Let go… let me go!”
My wife struggled in terror, but it was futile.
The massive serpent body pinned her arms behind her back, and her lower body was squeezed tight.
And the tip of that serpent tail—like a living thing—slithered up along the inside of her thigh, into that slick, bare area, and pushed inside!
My wife wasn’t wearing underwear there!
No underwear, no barrier whatsoever!!!
“!!!!”
Yulin on the screen threw her head back violently, her slender neck straining taut, mouth wide open but no sound coming out—only her eyes instantly going unfocused. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
That cold, rough tail pressed directly against her most sensitive lips, rubbing against them harshly, even grinding a few times at that already-soaked entrance.
“AAAAAAHHHH——————!!!”
A piercing scream to the highest pitch echoed through the dungeon.
(Good thing it was a solo dungeon…)
I witnessed the most shocking sight of my life—while bound tightly by the boss, being ravaged and humiliated, my wife, Su Yulin, actually…
climaxed mid-battle.
Her entire body convulsed violently, her legs clamping desperately around the serpent body, toes curling, a flood of crystalline liquid gushing out like a broken dam, streaming down the silver scales with a splash.
That normally dignified face was now a picture of utter abandon and vacancy, drool trailing from the corner of her mouth—completely wrecked.
Yet perhaps it was the momentary surge of spirit from the climax, or the rebound from hitting rock bottom of shame.
Just as the flood dragon thought its prey had fully submitted and loosened its coils slightly to swallow her—
Yulin, still twitching in the aftershocks of orgasm, a fierce glint suddenly flashed in her eyes.
“Just… just… die…”
She raised her one still-movable hand, trembling, and formed that familiar hand seal.
[Nine Heavens Thunder Seal]!
BOOM!!!
Golden lightning exploded in the cramped cavern.
A point-blank strike!
And possibly, perhaps, maybe—because my wife had drenched the flood dragon in her fluids…
The silver flood dragon didn’t even have time to scream before it was blasted into charcoal by that hatred-fueled finishing blow.
Battle over.
The boss fell, and my wife collapsed limply to the ground.
She gasped for breath, her skirt bunched messily at her thighs, still dripping beneath.
Her eyes were vacant, staring at the ceiling, as if she hadn’t yet processed that absurd “battle orgasm.”
After a long while, she finally crawled to her feet, picked up the dropped loot, and dragged her thoroughly-used body step by step through the teleportation gate.
Video ended.
My hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.
The screen went black, reflecting my shocked and complicated expression.
No wonder…
No wonder today’s [Whip Adaptation] had risen to 12.
No wonder when she saw me today, though she pretended everything was fine, her nipples stayed hard, and deep in her eyes hid a flicker of evasion I could see through.
So while I was away, my wife…
had already undergone this level of “baptism.”
I discovered I was shamefully pitching a tent.
This…
I think I should probably stay silent about this.
As long as she’s not in life-threatening danger, well…