When I put down my phone, the sky outside the window had already darkened, the dying sun like blood.
I sat in the dim room, my mind in chaos.
That scene from the video just now wouldn’t leave me—my wife wrapped in a serpent’s tail, her mouth shamefully wide open, losing herself and spraying under the monster’s torment.
My wife had actually experienced squirting before, back when we were just married, during our honeymoon trip out of town.
On that big bed in the hotel, the atmosphere was especially good that day.
I helped her with my fingers.
She was very reserved at first, but I patiently worked at it for a long time, until she suddenly went into full-body spasms.
That was her first time—and until now, well, before the flood dragon made her spray—her only time squirting.
That time she soaked half the bedsheet.
After that, no matter how hard I tried, she seemed to have developed shame or a psychological block, and never had that reaction again.
She even became reluctant to let me insert my fingers deeply.
But I never imagined that her second “eruption” all these years later would happen in a virtual game, forced out of her by a data-generated flood dragon in such a rough manner.
Was I unwilling to accept it?
Of course.
Was I excited?
…I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t lie to my own body.
But in the end, I decided to bury this matter deep in my chest.
Yulin is a person with strong self-esteem.
If I went to her now and asked, “Honey, did you get off from a monster yesterday?” she would absolutely break down from shame, and might even quit the game and never come back to me.
So for her to eventually return to my side, I chose to play dumb.
Logging in that evening.
Demon City’s night scene was still as bustling as ever.
When Yulin saw me arrive, she didn’t ask for a hug like she usually did.
Instead, she held up the [Silin] sword, her face full of confidence.
“Honey, come on, let’s go outside the city. You don’t need to control today—I’ll fight and show you myself.”
I was going to say I’d carry her through some grinding, but seeing her determined gaze, the words that came out of my mouth changed to: “Alright, I’ll watch from the side.”
We arrived at the leveling zone outside the city.
I had to admit, after that “hellish” solo dungeon baptism, her fighting style had really changed.
Before, she would dodge in a panic; now there was an indescribable… suppleness to her movements.
When facing monster attacks, she no longer blocked stiffly, but used her body’s flexibility to deflect force like water.
Although she still occasionally got grazed on the thigh or chest by monsters, I noticed she no longer had her movements distorted by pain like she did at the beginning.
Perhaps the [Whipping Adaptation] was taking effect—she seemed to have grown accustomed to this level of pain, and could even use the recoil from being hit to swing back and stab a monster’s vital point.
Watching her white skirt flutter as she spun among the monster horde, my feelings were a tangled mess.
Just then, a golden server-wide announcement suddenly popped up above my field of view:
[System Notice: The first “Demon City Newcomer Arena Tournament” is about to begin!]
[Rules: Randomly select newcomers within the city who have not reached max level, and teleport them to the arena at the summit of Zhenmo Mountain. The system will match two contestants of similar combat power for a duel.]
[Rewards: Winners receive rare materials and large amounts of experience; losers receive a minor penalty (designed to encourage participation, not cause lasting harm).]
“Seems like an activity for newcomers to practice,” I explained.
“At the top of Zhenmo Mountain. The rewards for winning are pretty good. Want to sign up and give it a try?”
Actually, I was somewhat hesitant inside.
This kind of PVP (player versus player) had too many uncontrollable factors.
But Yulin’s eyes lit up.
“Sure! I’ve been wanting to test my current strength. And that rare material in the final reward—can it be used to enhance [Silin]?”
“It can… but honey, the match is tomorrow afternoon.” I was a bit troubled.
“I have very important work tomorrow afternoon and can’t log in. You… alone… will you be okay?”
“Oh, you’re underestimating me too much.” Yulin rolled her eyes playfully and casually twirled her sword.
“I cleared that solo dungeon, uh,”—she seemed to realize she’d said something she shouldn’t have, and paused—”I mean, what’s there to fear about an arena that matches you with opponents of similar strength?
Worst case, I lose, right?
The penalty is supposedly ‘minor’ anyway.”
I didn’t plan to call her out on it.
Seeing how eager she was, I didn’t want to pour cold water on her either.
“Alright then, let’s sign up.”
I helped her confirm the registration.
As for the solo dungeon—since she didn’t want to bring it up, I wouldn’t ask.
Respect her privacy, and give her some space.
“Then let’s practice a bit more tonight?”
“Mm! For tomorrow’s match, I want to get more familiar with my footwork.”
I watched my wife on the screen tirelessly swinging her sword and leaping across the grass.
Beneath that champagne-colored skirt, the bare scenery flickered in and out of view, and those silver high-heeled combat boots left deep imprints in the grass one after another.
“Hey? Honey, why does your skirt’s color seem different? I remember it was white before, wasn’t it?”
“Mm, I think it’s because my level went up. I really like the champagne color.” My wife seemed quite happy.
I hoped tomorrow’s match would truly be a light touch.
Time came to the next day—another day of running around.
When I dragged my exhausted body onto the subway heading home, I felt like all my strength had been drained.
I’d originally planned to use the commute time to watch my wife’s daytime arena match replay on the [Observer] app on my phone, even just a glance.
But I was too tired—the moment my butt hit the seat, my eyelids started fighting, and I ended up clutching my phone and sleeping all the way to the terminal station.
When I got home, I forced myself to stay awake and rushed into the bathroom to wash off the dust and sweat.
Cleaning myself up was so I could accompany her in my best state.
I dried my hair, sat down at the computer, and took a deep breath.
Log in!
The screen shifted.
My wife was in the hotel room, and there was none of the post-battle exhaustion I’d imagined.
She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, eyes slightly closed, a faint soft glow emanating from her body—she was meditating.
This was a method in the game to slowly recover status, repair mental threads, and passively gain a tiny bit of experience while AFK. New chapters come out on g.com first.
It looked like she’d been back for a while, using this time to calm the traces left by battle.
Sensing my connection, she didn’t immediately stop her meditation, but sent a gentle wave of calm through her thoughts.
“Honey, you’re here.”
“Mm. How did today go? Did the arena match go smoothly?” I probed.
“I won.” Her voice was very calm, without much fluctuation.
“I got today’s winner’s reward. There’s another round tomorrow afternoon.”
Since she didn’t elaborate, I took a look at the arena rules in the system announcement.
As I read, I couldn’t help but furrow my brow.
This so-called “Demon City Newcomer Arena Tournament” used a brutal elimination system.
Only winners advanced to the next round.
And the most infuriating part was that the system, for the sake of so-called “spectacle” and “balance” (because this game had more male players than female), forcibly mandated that the matchmaking mechanism must be [Male vs Female].
This meant that in every round, my wife’s opponent would absolutely be male.
And because female accounts were scarce, to fill out the bracket, she’d be fighting at a very high frequency, with almost no byes.
Of course, as compensation, female players received much richer rewards than males for winning.
“No wonder you said the rewards were good…” I muttered to myself.
This kind of mechanism was basically putting female players on a stage as rare resources for people to challenge (and toy with).
While she was still meditating, I habitually opened that hidden status panel that only I could see, wanting to check her physical condition today.
[Sensitivity: 0/100]
[Moisture: 0/100]
Whew… It seemed the [Meditation] effect was working well, clearing all those messy real-time statuses.
[Whipping Adaptation: 14/100]
It had gone up a bit.
It seemed today’s battles inevitably involved some bumps and bruises, but it was within acceptable range.
However, when my gaze continued downward, sweeping past that row of gray “passive constitution” traits below the skill bar, my heart skipped a beat violently.
In that row, two new entries had appeared.
The first was [Squirting Constitution] Lv1.
I knew about this one—it must have been unlocked after that silver flood dragon wrapped around her and forced her to spray in that damn solo dungeon.
Although I hadn’t noticed it before, since it had happened, this was expected.
But what the hell was that brand-new, faintly glowing entry right after it?!
[Nipple Orgasm] Lv1.
Huh???
I couldn’t believe it and rubbed my eyes, leaning close to the screen to stare at those four words.
Was this literal?!
Nipple… orgasm?
Did it mean that without touching below, merely through stimulation of the nipples, she could reach orgasm?!
In an instant, my mind exploded with a “boom.”
You see, unlocking this kind of special body-development skill had extremely strict judgment conditions.
It didn’t require just a touch or two—it required prolonged, high-intensity, continuous targeted stimulation until the body’s original threshold was broken through, forming a new conditioned reflex.