After watching the replay, I gradually calmed down.
I still needed to go back and check on my wife, so I logged back into the game, pretending I’d been in the shower for a long time.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, honey.”
My wife didn’t react much.
“Mm-hmm, I know you’re tired after a full day of work. I can handle grinding and quests on my own anyway—I even completed my advancement quest solo.”
“So… you don’t need me anymore?”
“No, silly. I’m just saying, come see me whenever you have time. No need to push yourself too hard.”
“Mm…” I agreed on the surface, but deep down, what was I really thinking?
Honestly, I didn’t even know myself.
To be frank, watching those three replays had made my perverted desire to see my wife in her shameful state grow more and more inflated.
After that day, because of my company’s affairs, things that my wife used to help me with behind the scenes now had to be done by myself, so I really did become much busier.
My time in-game grew less and less, until I was only logging on symbolically each day—greeting my wife, checking whether her hidden attributes had changed.
Sometimes I’d even forget to check her attributes.
I didn’t even need to watch replays or log into the game.
Seeing my wife’s face—the one that lay sleeping in the real world—flush with red, or her two nipples suddenly standing erect, or occasionally checking under her skirt and finding traces of dampness, I could roughly tell she’d been driven into heat in-game again from leveling up or various other reasons.
But compared to those first three times, these were just minor incidents, and I was too lazy to watch the replays.
Besides, replays only lasted one day—once that passed, the older ones got pushed out and couldn’t be viewed anymore.
Oh right, I forgot to mention the martial arts tournament.
Because my wife had advanced to Exorcist Grandmaster at that time, she was practically an instant-kill existence.
Especially when she unleashed the Demon-Sealing Array—the skill only Grandmasters could learn—the world channel exploded.
The first person to successfully advance to Grandmaster was actually a girl!
And with such a delicate name—Yudi!
For a while afterward, my wife became a hot topic in the game.
Busy days always pass quickly.
In the middle of it all, I even took a business trip back to China and visited my parents and my in-laws.
They asked about their daughter Yulin, of course.
They trusted me completely—everything was fine.
The old folks back home had nothing else to do and didn’t lack money, so they often joined friends and relatives on short suburban trips.
Life was quite comfortable for them.
During that time back in China, I didn’t even log into the game.
When I returned overseas and logged back in, I discovered that quite a few other players in the game had already reached the same realm as my wife.
I had to admire them.
After Grandmaster, the main quest locations moved away from the previous Demon City to a much broader world stage.
It gathered not only exorcists from the Eastern Continent but also various other sects—people of all nationalities gathered together.
The world channel was lively with Chinese, English, French, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, Korean—all sorts of languages.
(Note: For ease of reading and writing, all in-game dialogue from here on will be expressed in Chinese only.)
Wait—it suddenly hit me.
After becoming an Exorcist Grandmaster, there was a note saying you needed to dual cultivate to continue leveling up normally.
And apparently, if you didn’t dual cultivate…
you’d enter a state of heat?…
Then my wife…
she’s not in a state of heat right now?
She dual cultivated!!!?
Holy shit.
Thinking about this, I felt like I’d been struck by a bolt of lightning.
The hustle and bustle of life had made me completely forget about that mechanic.
Before I even realized it, my wife might have already been “devoured” by some data-person in the game.
Damn it, what an absurd thing this was!
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Honey, I just remembered—after Grandmaster, did you dual cultivate?”
“Huh? No, I didn’t. You don’t need to dual cultivate.”
What?
Although her natural expression and tone when answering didn’t seem like she was lying…
“But I clearly remember that if you don’t dual cultivate, you’re forced into heat?”
“Mm, that’s what it says,” my wife said, a layer of red suddenly spreading across her face.
“But there’s also a way to do it without dual cultivating. I really couldn’t bring myself to dual cultivate with anyone other than you…” As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly and misted over.
“Uh…” Hearing her say that, I suddenly felt a bit disappointed?
No wait—relieved, definitely relieved.
“Mm, that’s good then. What’s the method?”
My wife’s face grew even redder.
“Well… mm, there’s just… a way…”
Seeing her reaction, I knew—dual cultivation definitely hadn’t happened.
As for that “method,” it probably wasn’t anything proper either.
I grew even more curious.
My wife’s head nearly buried itself into her own bosom.
“I really couldn’t do it with other… male… players… data-people… dual cultivate, so, so I chose… to handle it… myself.”
“?? Handle it yourself how?”
“Ah! You’re so annoying! First swear you won’t laugh at me or look down on me.”
“……” “Of course. How could I laugh at you or look down on you?” Somehow I felt like I’d already guessed, but I wanted to hear her say it herself, because in real life, she would absolutely never admit to masturbation!
Although back in the earliest forest, due to the heat state, I’d kept watch while she handled herself once—but that was because external factors had driven her into heat.
Now, she’d chosen this of her own free will, in her clearest state of mind.
Even if it was to avoid being taken advantage of by other data-people.
“It’s masturbation……” My wife still said it out loud, though it seemed she wasn’t as shy as before—her voice wasn’t as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.
“Oh, oh.” Seeing her like that, I don’t know why, but I found her a bit adorable.
“With your fingers?” But I had no intention of letting her off that easily.
“…No… not that… there’s a special tool…”
“Eh?” Then I wouldn’t be polite.
I thought I’d open my own inventory to see what “tool” it was, though I knew it had to be some kind of adult toy.
“Don’t look! Honey!” My wife got a bit agitated.
But I clicked it open anyway and saw that secret tool.
Hmm?
Why did it look a bit familiar?
I remembered!
It was that day—in the advancement dungeon, in the second-to-last room while meditating—the black dildo covered in runes and bumps that my wife had swallowed inside herself…
No, wait.
It seemed a bit smaller than that one??
“Honey…” For a moment, I was speechless.
By now, my wife’s face was redder than a fully ripened peach.
“You said you wouldn’t laugh at me, and you wouldn’t look down on me… I did it all for you…”
Yes, yes.
My heart felt a mix of emotions.
It was indeed for me—she hadn’t “dual cultivated” with other data-people.
But something that big…
“See, see! I knew you’d be disgusted with me. Wuwuwu.”
“How could I, how could I… I was just… Honey, how often do you need to use this?”