My emotions at that moment were complicated.
Because even now, when I thought my foreplay was thorough, and even when my wife herself said she was wet enough and I could enter—sometimes she’d still say it hurt a little.
But now, that black dildo, a full size bigger than me, had simply been shoved straight into the flesh cave that had once belonged only to me.
Looks like foreplay in the future…
After the black dildo entered my wife’s hole, I adjusted the angle and could see her two butterfly labia completely stretched apart.
At the junction between her flesh cave and the dildo, obvious clear fluid seeped out from the seams.
This was an angle I could never see during our normal lovemaking.
I felt my cock about to explode.
Hmm?
An option for “internal view” appeared on the screen.
I clicked it without hesitation.
A picture-in-picture appeared at the bottom right of the screen.
Holy shit—it was the view inside my wife’s vagina…
the vagina of my beloved wife that had once belonged only to me.
This picture-in-picture function opened the door to a whole new world, while simultaneously stabbing a knife into my heart.
In that high-definition perspective window at the bottom right, the once-mysterious tight passage that belonged only to me was now mercilessly filled by that thick black foreign object.
Because it was a perspective view, I could clearly see the pink, wrinkled flesh walls being stretched flat by those exaggerated ridges, clinging tightly to the dildo—forced into a shape stretched to its absolute limit.
“Ugh… eh…”
My wife’s moans became muffled and strained.
As she sat completely down to the base, the massive glans pressed directly against the deepest part of her flower heart.
At that very moment, the circular formation on the ground suddenly lit up with an eerie purplish-red glow.
The game prompt appeared again: [Mana charging in progress… Please contract your inner walls and rub against the runes to activate the formation core.]
I stared dumbfounded.
This wasn’t about solving a formation at all—it was clearly forcing the player to “play” with this pillar using her vagina!
My wife on screen obviously received the instruction too.
Her face, usually dignified and cool, was now flushed crimson, brows furrowed tight—as if resisting, yet also enduring pleasure.
But to clear the stage, she had to move.
Instead, she stayed seated at the base and began trying to control her internal muscles.
In the perspective window, I witnessed a sight that made my blood boil.
The flesh walls, now red from engorgement and wrapped around the black shaft, actually began to rhythmically contract and undulate.
Those layers of soft flesh that usually squeezed me to heaven and back were now diligently pressing and rubbing against that lifeless plastic.
“Ah… mmm…”
With the internal contractions, the ridges on the black dildo seemed to sense something and began emitting a faint red glow—and then, it started vibrating!
Not ordinary vibration, but rotating, grinding pressure aimed precisely at the sensitive points of her inner walls.
My wife’s body snapped taut, both hands gripping her own thighs so hard her knuckles went white.
She tilted her head back, her slender neck forming a fragile, alluring arc.
A high-pitched wanton cry nearly burst out, but she bit her lower lip hard and swallowed it back.
The formation’s light grew brighter, the charge bar rising slowly.
But this wasn’t just a trial—it was torture.
Because while the thing rotated and vibrated, it also seemed to be generating heat.
In the perspective view, I could clearly see the love juices increasing due to the high temperature and intense friction, being churned into white foam between her flesh walls and the fake shaft.
“Ha ah… ah… ah…”
My wife finally couldn’t hold back and cried out.
She instinctively tried to lift her hips to escape, but whenever her body left the base, the formation’s light dimmed and the charge bar stopped moving.
She tried several times.
All failed.
Finally, she seemed to accept her fate—or perhaps her reason had already been eroded by pleasure.
She sank back down heavily, and this time, she no longer just passively endured.
She began actively matching the rhythm of the thing, swaying her hips.
In the picture-in-picture, her usually shy, tight cervix was now helplessly opening and closing against that rotating glans—as if begging to be entered, yet also resisting this excessive violation.
I was stunned.
Was this really my wife, who would blush at the slightest dirty talk?
The practiced contraction techniques, the welcoming posture—they even made me have the illusion—was she actually enjoying it?
Suddenly, with a *pop* sound, my wife lunged forward, falling to her knees on the ground, hands bracing herself.
“Ha… ha ah… ah…” She was gasping for air.
It seemed she felt she was about to climax and had forcibly pulled herself off that thing.
I adjusted the angle and saw my wife’s just-stuffed hole—the opening stretched into an exaggerated O-shape, revealing the red seductive flesh inside still contracting rhythmically.
With each contraction, transparent viscous fluid was squeezed out, drawing thin strands that hung down to the floor.
Right then, I noticed my wife’s Edging skill had reached LV2.
My wife panted for quite a while—the stimulation from the insertion had clearly been overwhelming for her.
Finally, she composed herself, aligned with the black dildo again, spread her butterfly lips apart with both hands, and sat back down.
“Mmh oh…”
As the black shaft once again felt the pressure of my wife’s vagina, it resumed its work…
and the energy bar began filling again.
My wife seemed to have completely fallen into heat—her reactions were entirely different from the previous three stages.
This was the kind of active behavior she only showed when genuinely fucked into heat by me during sex.
She began twisting her waist and bobbing up and down on the black shaft simultaneously—and she was squatting deeply and forcefully, driving into it.
During sex, I couldn’t always fuck my wife to the point where she’d climb on top and actively seek pleasure herself—maybe only once or twice every six months.
But every time she did take the initiative, she’d definitely reach the peak she called “the big O.” At those moments, my wife’s vagina was incredibly comfortable—warm, wet, and sucking.
When she rose up, the black shaft would always bring out a splash of fluids and flip out the bright red inner flesh, raw from being fucked, accompanied by my wife’s increasingly lewd moans from the replay—”Ah…
ah…
ee ah…
ah…”
I finally couldn’t hold back anymore.
I pulled out my rock-hard, purple-tinged cock and started stroking it…
Sure enough, the pressure from my wife’s vagina in this state was remarkable.
The charge bar surged upward with her thrusting, finally approaching full.
At the very last moment, the black dildo suddenly stopped rotating.
Then—it swelled a full size larger!