That morning I deliberately got up early and logged into the game.
My wife was as hardworking as ever—when I came online she was already fighting monsters and leveling up.
After logging in, I just sat there quietly watching, not operating her character.
“Be careful in the trial this afternoon. You’re already really strong—that trial shouldn’t be a problem for you.” I didn’t forget to cheer my wife on.
“Mm, don’t worry. When you’re done with work and come home, I’ll show you the new skill I learned.” My wife casually finished off the monster in her hand, twirled her sword in a flourish, and smiled at me.
“Mm, if worst comes to worst—” Before I could finish, she said, “Hurry and go, it won’t happen, it won’t. I’m going to be the arena champion!”
“Then I’m off. See you tonight.”
“Mm mm, safe travels, see you tonight.”
I logged off the game, disconnected the link to my wife, and started on my own matters, thinking I’d finish quickly so I could come back and help her—even if just to cheer her on.
The morning’s business went well.
In the afternoon, I was a bit distracted on my way to the client, so I took the opportunity in the taxi to check the Observer on my phone.
Opening the Observer, my wife was already at the dungeon entrance.
There weren’t many people around, because few players were advanced enough to enter this dungeon like my wife.
A flowing white dress and a black sword—there was an indescribable air of otherworldly elegance about her, and…
allure?
From what I’d gathered, this solo dungeon’s Master Trial had 5 small stages, but that was all the information I could get.
My wife entered the dungeon, and the scene shifted to a forest shrouded in thick mist.
Mm, according to the quest description, killing 5 Phantom Spirit Bodies in the Misty Forest would clear the stage.
Through the fog I could only faintly make out my wife’s figure, swiftly darting through the trees.
Phantom Spirit Bodies?
What were those?
Before I could figure it out, the quest display showed my wife had killed Phantom Spirit Body 1/5…
Huh?
That fast?
Well then, this shouldn’t be a problem.
Just as I was thinking that, a call from the client came in.
I answered it—the call ran long, and it was still going when I reached the client’s location.
I paid the taxi fare, ended the call, and hurried over to the client.
As for my wife—she should be fine, right?
She handled that monster so easily; there probably wouldn’t be much trouble afterward.
It seemed trusting her was the right call.
During a bathroom break, I couldn’t help glancing at the Observer.
Hey, my wife seemed to be meditating?
Oh, she stood up—beneath her was something covered in strange runes that looked like some kind of formation?
Maybe she’d been sitting too long—when she stood up, her legs seemed to give out slightly?
But she seemed to have passed it successfully.
I watched her open what looked like the final gate, then put my phone away and returned to the meeting room.
After finishing the day’s work, even though I really wanted to know how my wife’s solo dungeon had gone that afternoon—and from the two glimpses I’d seen earlier, it seemed she’d passed smoothly—for some reason I still didn’t dare watch the replay on the way home.
I could only hold it in until I got back.
When I got home, I saw that my wife’s nipples were very prominently erect through her clothes.
Though, ever since that time her nipples had been stimulated to orgasm, this had become a frequent occurrence.
I didn’t think much of it and logged into the game.
She wasn’t fighting monsters—she was meditating again.
I had a vague bad feeling.
Last time, after being brought to orgasm on the arena stage, she also hadn’t fought monsters but had used meditation to recover her body’s sensitivity.
Was this the same this time?
Still, I greeted her first.
“Dear, good evening! How did it go today?”
When my wife heard my voice, she was dazed for a brief moment.
“Dear, you’re done with work? Mm. I’m already a Demon Exorcist Master.”
I felt like she didn’t seem as happy as I’d imagined?
“Mm mm, my wife is amazing.” I still gave the praise that was due.
“Why didn’t you keep fighting monsters today?” I couldn’t help asking.
“After finishing that solo dungeon I was a bit tired, so I’m resting. Besides, I can’t really fight monsters 24/7, can I?”
That was true.
But…
she actually felt tired?
I still quietly opened the hidden panel that my wife couldn’t see.
Her sensitivity wasn’t 0—it was still at 20/100, and wetness was at 10/100…
That meant…
I glanced at my wife’s physical body, which I always set aside when I logged in.
I carefully lifted her skirt—she was wearing nothing underneath.
After that time she’d gotten wet, I’d been too lazy to change her underwear, so I’d just let her go commando from then on.
Her lower area had been naturally light brown since the first time I knew her—this actually had nothing to do with how many times we’d had sex, because even after all these years of me fucking her, the color had stayed more or less the same, matching the “light brown” mentioned in the game data.
On those two lightly parted light-brown labia clung some dew that hadn’t fully dried.
That half-moist flesh cave hadn’t completely closed either, forming an I-shape with the middle slightly open and both ends tapering.
A few strands of her sparse pubic hair were tangled together, looking like they’d been matted down by moisture and never separated.
With my wife’s steady breathing, the opening seemed to faintly contract and expand.
It gave a feeling of having survived an ordeal?
Could it be that inside the dungeon, my wife had also…?
Nipple orgasm was still Lv1, unchanged.
Whip tolerance had increased slightly from before, also within normal range.
Wait—a new hidden attribute had been unlocked?
My emotions became very complicated.
On one hand, I was worried about my wife—that she’d suffered some kind of shameful, humiliating experience.
But judging from her reaction, it didn’t seem worse than last time on the arena stage when her breasts had been played with until she came.
And since this dungeon was a solo instance, it probably wasn’t too serious.
On the other hand, there was a strange excitement—that thrill of feeling like I was about to gain possession of another little secret of my wife’s.
I tapped to open it: [Edging Lv2]
Edging?
I knew this term—it derived from Japanese, meaning being forcibly held back at the moment just before climax without reaching orgasm.
But how was it already Lv2??
All previous hidden attributes, even when activated, had only ever been Lv1.
Did that mean my wife had been edged more than once in the dungeon?
And if she hadn’t orgasmed at all since then, how many times had she been edged to reach Lv2?
If she truly hadn’t climaxed, then that body of hers, edged until fully ripe—would it collapse and explode from the slightest stimulation in tomorrow’s semifinals?
Although the hidden data showed her sensitivity wasn’t very high at 20, could it be that the tender flesh inside that contracting and expanding opening was actually in an extremely sensitive state, and the surface reading of 20 only applied because nothing was touching it?
What if—what if my wife got penetrated tomorrow…
I didn’t even know what I was thinking.
Thinking about my wife, as a game character, being penetrated by another game character?
At that thought, I couldn’t stay calm.
I decided to watch the replay from the beginning.
Same as before, to avoid exposing that I could watch replays, I told my wife I was going to take a shower, logged off the game, opened the Observer, and selected the time my wife had entered the dungeon.