“AHHH!!!”
My wife let out a shrill yet deeply pleasurable scream.
In the perspective view, her vaginal walls instantly spasmed, clenching desperately around that swollen giant.
That was the peak-limit contraction right before orgasm!
I held my breath, staring fixedly at the screen.
If she climaxed now, the quest would fail.
My wife on screen was trembling violently all over, sweat soaking her temples, her eyes already somewhat unfocused.
But at that instant, she miraculously held her breath and forcibly used sheer willpower to suppress the impending wave of pleasure about to erupt.
*Click*—a mechanism sounded.
The formation’s light instantly shifted to a soft green.
The black dildo rapidly shrank and stopped vibrating.
My wife collapsed forward like all her bones had been removed, catching herself on her hands, gasping heavily.
As she fell forward, with a crisp *pop* of water, the shiny black fake finally left her body.
A strand of crystalline fluid still stretched between her hole and the black shaft, drawing a long thin line that eventually snapped—half flowing down the black shaft onto the base, half dripping from my wife’s gaping, still-breathing vaginal opening onto the floor.
Not long after my wife left the black shaft, it slowly sank into the ground until it disappeared—as if such an obscene object had never existed in this formation at all.
It took a long while before she slowly stood up.
The door ahead opened.
My wife didn’t even bother wiping the mess between her thighs.
She stumbled toward the next stage.
This scene—it was the exact scene I’d seen before…
The final stage was in a vast mirror-walled space.
When the “inner demon” that looked exactly like my wife appeared, my heart skipped a beat.
Usually, mirror-type bosses were troublesome—not only did they share identical stats, but they were often more aggressive.
But looking at the wife on screen who had just endured that brutal “drainage” trial and whose legs were still weak, I was more worried about whether she could sustain a high-intensity battle in her current state.
The battle began, and my wife was clearly sluggish from her recent ordeal.
The inner demon wasted no time and attacked directly.
Though my wife’s steps were unsteady, she was a “high-level player” after all—she instinctively sidestepped, then flung out a “Thunder Talisman” that struck the inner demon square in the left chest.
“Mmmh!!!”
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It was clearly the inner demon that had been hit, but the one who cried out in pain—no, that sounded more like a soul-wrenching moan—was my wife herself.
She clutched her full left breast, staggered, and a strange flush instantly spread across her face.
It took me a full second to realize how twisted this stage was: damage synchronization?
No, not damage—judging by the expression on my wife’s face, caught between shame-unto-death and unbearable pleasure, this was—sensation synchronization.
No wait—sensation converted into pleasure!
My wife clearly realized this too.
The terror in her eyes was greater than when she’d faced that giant dildo.
This meant every heavy blow she dealt to the inner demon would become intense stimulation on her own sensitive areas.
To clear the stage, she had to fight.
To avoid being overwhelmed by pleasure and failing the quest, she had to endure.
The inner demon gave her no time to hesitate—it closed in.
Gritting her teeth, my wife twirled her [Silin] blade in a flourish and stabbed the inner demon through the lower abdomen.
“Ah… ha ah…”
With that thrust, I saw it clearly even through the screen—my wife’s legs clamped together hard, her knees slamming into the floor with a heavy *thud*.
The hand gripping her sword trembled violently.
Her usually cool, arrogant face was now twisted into an expression of extreme obscenity.
That strike had corresponded to the lower abdomen—the womb area.
Even through the screen, I could imagine the pleasure from that attack converted—surely like an electric current slamming through her cervix, which was already swollen red from being violated.
My wife knelt on the ground, gasping heavily.
Even transparent saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth.
In that instant, she nearly broke down—her eyes briefly lost focus.
But that stubborn personality of hers—not wanting to climax in the game, not wanting to fall—kicked in at this moment.
Through sheer willpower, she pulled herself back from the edge of that impending orgasmic cliff.
The inner demon lunged again—this was the killing blow opportunity.
My wife seemed to have made up her mind.
Since a short pain was better than a long one, she’d end this with her strongest attack!
She forced her already limp, weakened body to stand, both hands forming seals rapidly.
As she moved, the air around her began to vibrate, lightning converging.
That move—the Nine Heavens Thunder Seal.
“BREAK!!”
With my wife’s fierce cry, a massive thunder seal crashed down upon the inner demon.
At the same moment, the most terrifying feedback arrived.
In that instant, I saw my wife’s entire body arch violently like a cooked shrimp.
“AHHHHHH—!!!”
This was no longer a suppressed moan but a shrill, piercing, prolonged scream.
A cry my wife only ever made when reaching the great climax during sex with me—and here she was, making that sound under these circumstances.
The massive thunder damage had been converted into an instantaneous eruption of ultimate pleasure, as if countless electric currents struck her nipples, clitoris, and G-spot simultaneously.
For someone who’d endured countless edging sessions before this, the blow was nearly fatal.
Her pupils dilated instantly.
Every muscle in her body spasmed.
The inner demon dissipated in the lightning, but the stage-clear chime had yet to sound.
My wife held that seal-casting pose, frozen for two seconds—then, like a marionette with its strings cut, she collapsed to the floor with a *slap*.
She hadn’t lost yet.
She was STILL enduring!
The camera zoomed in.
My wife was curled up on the floor, convulsing violently.
She was fighting against that final, most violent wave of aftershock.
“Ugh… mm…”
She bit her own hand desperately, trying to use pain to divert the overwhelming pleasure.
Tears rolled down in big drops, mingling with sweat and saliva.
Finally, the violent convulsions gradually subsided into fine tremors.
She did it.
Under such extreme stimulation, she’d actually held the final line—without orgasming even once.
The stage-clear chime finally sounded.
My beloved wife had done it—she’d managed to endure without a single climax even under those conditions.
Looking at the wife on screen—disheveled, soaked through, eyes unfocused like she’d just been gang-raped—my cock erupted as well…
Then came the emptiness.
After calming down, a huge question formed in my mind: my wife, already an Exorcist Master—how much longer could she hold out in this game?
But I also silently resolved: no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would find a way to bring my wife back intact!