Although I’d always paid close attention to developing her chest during our intimate moments—her breasts weren’t small, but not disproportionate either—and although I’d been developing them for years, their color had remained the same as when I first met her: that light reddish-brown, not a girl’s pink nor a mature woman’s purple-red, but that color that to me was the hallmark of the perfect mature young woman.
And the shape was lovely, and they were indeed very sensitive.
So from the very beginning, I’d loved tormenting her nipples.
But I’d never once succeeded in bringing her to orgasm purely through nipple play without any other actions.
If this was truly literal, then what exactly had happened in today’s arena match?
What had that matched male opponent done to her on that stage?!
How long would she have had to be touched, to what degree toyed with, to have her constitution forcibly developed like that in the span of a single match?!
Would my wife now lose control and orgasm just from someone casually playing with her nipples?!
My mind was a tangled mess.
On the screen, Su Yulin was still sitting quietly in meditation, eyes closed, solemn and sacred.
But looking at that [Nipple Orgasm] trait, my mind frantically conjured all sorts of unspeakable images: how those rough hands, through the silk dress or even reaching directly inside, pinched those two cherries, ruthlessly kneading, pulling, flicking them until she broke down screaming…
The recording.
I needed to see the recording…
“Honey, I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be right back.” I lied, speaking to my meditating wife.
To avoid the risk of my thoughts and the replay function being sensed by my wife while watching the recording, I chose to log off.
Then I took a deep breath, opened the Observer app on my phone, and tapped that 26-minute recording marked in red.
In this R18 game, to avoid unnecessary harassment, contestants used a separate alias, also called a match ID.
The match information displayed on screen was:
[Yudi VS Fierce Bear]
I didn’t even need to look to know that Yudi was definitely my dear wife.
Below the recording interface was the real-time viewer count at the time: 12,450 people.
The match must have also supported a “join mid-viewing” feature.
This meant tens of thousands of people had witnessed my wife’s entire match.
The video began.
Fortunately, aside from the match ID, the contestants also wore an exquisite mask, seemingly to prevent direct identity exposure.
The passionate voice of the live commentator came through:
“Ladies and gentlemen! It’s time for everyone’s favorite segment! Our Miss Yudi is fighting! Against contestant Fierce Bear! Fierce Bear’s close-quarters grappling is famously filthy—oh, I mean, powerful!”
After the match was declared open, my wife was initially on the offensive.
Her agile footwork once again told me she’d really been putting effort into training, wanting to quickly end this absurd journey and quickly return to my side.
But the good times didn’t last.
At the fifth minute, that massive “Fierce Bear” caught my wife during a skill’s pre-cast animation and locked her waist with one thick arm.
“Mm…” Even through the screen, I could feel my wife’s pain at that moment.
She tried to kick Fierce Bear to break free, but he saw through her intention and drove his coarse knee up into her skirt.
Damn!
He definitely did that on purpose.
Because of the game’s settings, female characters who left the newbie village didn’t wear underwear!
Seeing her skirt bottom attacked, my wife quickly withdrew her extended leg and pressed her thighs together as much as possible, preventing his leg from going deeper.
Fierce Bear didn’t seem to intend to force his way in either.
One of his large hands began ravaging her through that layer of champagne-colored silk dress, his rough palm crazily kneading the two soft mounds on Yulin’s chest.
At that moment, the commentator’s voice grew excited:
“Oh my! Fierce Bear’s technique is too experienced! Even through such a slippery dress, he lands precise strikes! Look, everyone—Yudi contestant’s chest has been kneaded out of shape! Are those hard nipples? Those are hard nipples, right?!”
I knew my wife’s chest was very sensitive.
In that situation, she must have already reacted—judging by the shape, they’d been rubbed completely hard.
Yet she seemed to still be holding onto her last shred of stubbornness.
She desperately pulled one arm free from Fierce Bear’s lock, produced a Thunder Talisman, and tried to counterattack at close range.
But Fierce Bear reacted quickly—the hand groping her chest snatched her wrist.
“Nngh…” Yulin cried out in pain, and the Thunder Talisman dropped from her hand.
Fierce Bear seemed to think he shouldn’t give her any chance to counterattack.
He twisted her arm behind her back, tucked it back in, and secured it tightly with his other arm.
I could see fine sweat beading on my wife’s forehead.
But she was still gritting her teeth and enduring.
What happened next was what truly made my heart pound wildly.
Fierce Bear’s large, black-haired hand suddenly grabbed the thin silk strap on Yulin’s left shoulder.
“Riiip—”
Under the enormous pulling force, the strap slid down to her arm.
Then, without any courtesy, Fierce Bear grabbed the neckline and yanked it downward with force!
“Pop!”
The upper half of that already precarious slip dress completely gave way.
My wife’s pair of proud, round, snow-white breasts—never exposed to outsiders in real life—bounced bare into the air, completely uncovered, exposed to the gaze of ten thousand spectators.
Although to others it was just a game, I knew she was my beloved, shy, conservative woman.
A wife who dressed modestly when going out—at that moment, I couldn’t imagine how shattered she must have felt inside.
“They’re out!! A home run!!” The commentator let out a perverted shriek.
“Open your eyes wide, everyone! These are pure natural top-tier goods! So white and round!!!”
My wife was also stunned by the sudden event, not even managing to scream.
She just opened her mouth wide, her eyes round as saucers, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening.
Because of the violent rubbing through her clothes earlier, my wife’s two originally light reddish-brown nipples had become engorged and swollen to a deep wine-red, like two ripe mulberries, tremblingly erect atop the pale breast flesh, looking utterly lewd.
Finally, my wife let out a despairing wail.
“Ahhh~~~~”
She desperately tried to hunch her shoulders to cover herself, but with her hands pinned behind her back, she could only helplessly thrust out her chest and accept the baptism of gazes.
Next, Fierce Bear didn’t rush to eat those two cherries like I’d imagined.
He knew how to train.
I could tell from his subsequent technique why my wife was doomed this time, and why she’d unlocked the Nipple Orgasm passive skill.
Fierce Bear’s rough fingers began to roam over my wife’s exposed breasts. New chapters come out on g.com first.
He deliberately avoided those two most sensitive, most craving-to-be-comforted wine-red nipples, using only his fingertips to lightly trace circles and scrape around the areolas, the base of the breasts, and the sides.
At first, even through the mask, my wife’s eyes were still resolute, unyielding.
But as those fingers moved faster and faster, she gradually closed her eyes, as if she’d passively accepted everything happening to her.
She even bit her lip and let out a few barely perceptible nasal sounds—”Mm… ah…”
This change in her obviously didn’t escape Fierce Bear’s notice.
His player was definitely a master at toying with women.
He knew the woman in his hands was beginning to get aroused.
He started rubbing my wife’s areolas with slightly more pressure from his fingertips.
My wife began to furrow her brow, her neck tensing.
I knew she was nearing her limit.
Sure enough, her body began to betray her—seeking just a little bit of contact, her waist started twisting uncontrollably, and her chest unconsciously leaned toward those fingers, trying to rub her itching nipples against something solid.
“Oh ho? It seems Miss Yudi is getting a little impatient? Is her body begging for pleasure? Right here on the arena stage?” The commentator mocked mercilessly.
Just as Yulin was being tormented by this edge-play until her gaze began to glaze over and her struggles grew weaker and weaker—
Fierce Bear finally had enough fun.
He suddenly spread his large hand, grabbed those two heavy mounds of snow-white flesh, and squeezed hard.
The two plump breasts were compressed into a deep “I” shape, the two swollen wine-red nipples forcibly squeezed tightly together.
Then, Fierce Bear lowered his head, opened that large, steaming-hot mouth, blew a breath of hot air onto the two side-by-side nipples, and extended his tongue—
“Slurp—!!!”
A wide, covering, frenzied lick!
That rough tongue surface swept across both nipples, both at their peak of sensitivity, simultaneously.
In an instant, all of my wife’s previous resistance turned to nothing.
This doubled pleasure stacked on top of itself and instantly shattered my wife’s final line of defense.
“Uh… ahhhhhhh—”
Yulin’s eyes rolled upward sharply, completely losing focus, becoming a blank expanse of white.
Amid the squelching, slobbering licking sounds, my wife’s head began to shake wildly, her hair sticking to her face with sweat.
The defense she’d held for the entire match collapsed completely under this single action.
Fierce Bear’s nipple-licking continued for nearly ten minutes.
My wife went from initially turning her head away, to later only twisting her hips—I knew she was about to climax.
Sure enough, not long after, under Fierce Bear’s tireless efforts, my wife raised her swan-like neck high, her unfocused eyes staring at the sky, her rosy lips half-parted but no sound coming out, her thighs stretched taut, her legs pressed tightly together.
Because her waist was secured, her peach-shaped buttocks visibly lifted 4-5 times, then suddenly clenched tight, and then she went limp.
She had climaxed.
On a stage watched by ten thousand people, sent to the clouds by that opponent in an inconceivable way…
As for how she won afterward, I felt I hadn’t really watched it.
Perhaps it didn’t matter anymore.