“Mm… at first when my level was low, once every 4-5 days would bring the [Lust] down. Now that my level’s gone up, if I go 3 days without it, it seems like it won’t work anymore…” As she spoke, she pressed her two index fingers together 👉🏻👈🏻.
Uh…
Alright…
Well, it was still better than being fucked by some other data-person.
I consoled myself internally.
“Okay honey, it’s getting late—you should rest soon. I’m going to keep leveling and grinding.”
Indeed, after logging in today and getting so many “surprises,” it was already time to log off and sleep.
“Alright, I should be free this weekend. I’ll come keep you company! Love you! Kiss kiss!”
“Mua~”
Watching my wife sway that 90-centimeter plump ass, walking off in a sexy catwalk to go grind monsters, I silently logged out of the game…
Somehow, that catwalk seemed a bit unnatural???
And her butt seemed bigger than before??
I didn’t plan on sleeping.
After logging off, I secretly opened the [Observer].
My wife hadn’t gone to grind monsters—instead, she’d gone to a dual cultivation matching center.
Seeing her go there, my heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, my wife was hiding something from me—she was going to dual cultivate.
At the front desk, my wife picked up a butterfly-shaped silver mask that only covered the eye area.
After putting it on, she walked into a room where someone seemed to be waiting for her.
Sure enough, it was a man—also wearing a mask—a white man.
The room was decorated somewhat lavishly, in a Western style.
“Sorry, I’m a bit late because of some matters.” My wife spoke first after entering the room.
“No problem, Miss Yudi. I’m honored—I didn’t expect to be matched with Miss Yudi, the champion of the Eastern Continent’s newcomer tournament.” My wife had used the name she’d used during the tournament—she clearly didn’t want people knowing her real name.
But the other party had recognized her as the tournament’s first-place winner.
“You flatter me. Third place in the Western Continent is impressive too.” My wife remained calm at his compliment.
So that’s it—the other party was the West’s third-place.
He wasn’t someone to underestimate either.
But did he just say “matched”?
“You don’t have a dedicated dual cultivation partner? Would you like to become…”
Seeing the beautiful face that the mask couldn’t fully hide and her curvaceous figure, the white man was clearly about to invite her to become his long-term dual cultivation partner? New chapters come out on g.com first.
So this was just a one-time thing?
“No need. I’m not looking for anything long-term. It’s just for leveling purposes.” My wife didn’t intend to accept his invitation.
The man spread his hands in a helpless gesture.
But he behaved gentlemanly enough—he didn’t keep pestering her.
“Then should I bathe first, or you?” My wife spoke again.
Oh god, so it really was going to be that?
Well, it was in character for her—she always bathed beforehand.
“Not together?” The white man seemed very interested in my wife.
“No. That’s not within our agreed terms.” My wife refused very decisively.
“Very well then. Ladies first.” The man acted very gentlemanly.
My wife thought for a moment, and since she didn’t need to change clothes, she walked into the bathroom.
While Yulin was showering, I quickly looked up how this matching dual cultivation worked.
It turned out to be a system prepared for people who hadn’t found a dual cultivation partner.
You could register anonymously with various options to choose from—similar to those popular friend-finding apps these days.
The system would help you select a suitable partner based on your requirements.
It seemed my wife had chosen the anonymous option.
But it didn’t seem to have much effect—the reputation of being the regional champion of the tournament had spread worldwide anyway.
But my wife had chosen a white man?
Was it because she didn’t want to run into anyone she knew?
As I was thinking, “I’m done. Your turn.” My wife’s voice pulled me back.
She’d finished showering and came out, still wearing that “god-tier” equipment—the Celestial Silk Snow Dress.
After showering, whether because she was thinking about what was about to happen or because she was nervous, the thin silk over her chest was already being pushed up by two hardened points.
Before long, the white man finished showering too.
When he came out, he wasn’t wearing any clothes, which directly startled my wife into a flushed face.
Because his white-man cock was indeed a bit… long…
“Yudi, you’ve kept our agreement, right?”
Agreement?
My wife had an agreement with him too?
“Mm… of course…” My wife’s voice grew softer and softer, her pretty face redder and redder.
“Then let me verify?” The white man looked very excited.
“I understand.” With that, my wife turned around, leaned her body slightly forward, raised that round plump ass toward the white man, and slowly lifted the white silk skirt up to her waist. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Although I knew my wife wore nothing underneath that dress, when I saw that between her two snow-white plump buttocks, her back entrance was covered by a gem glowing with red light, my dick hardened instantly.
I knew exactly what that red gem meant.
So that’s why my wife’s walk had seemed a bit odd—she had a butt plug inserted in her back entrance.
And beneath that gem was my wife’s freshly washed, not-quite-dry light brown petals, glistening with water.
Whether because of the position of her raised ass, the two petals were slightly parted, revealing a small sliver of pink inner flesh, seemingly still adorned with a few drops of fresh nectar.
I hardened instantly not only because of my wife’s lewd pose combined with that red gem butt plug, but also because—in real life—I’d jokingly suggested trying anal before.
But every time I brought it up, it was like touching her reverse scale—she’d stomp on my foot with her high heels.
After a few times, I didn’t dare mention it again.
But now, she’d made an agreement with someone else behind my back, and was giving it up so easily to… although to others it might just be data.
My heart felt an indescribable bitterness, yet mixed with this perverse, inexplicable excitement.
“Beautiful. It suits you well.” The white man seemed captivated by the sight of my wife’s gorgeous ass, and forgetting his gentlemanly image, he actually reached out to touch.
Hearing that he’d confirmed, my wife immediately lowered her skirt, straightened up, and turned around.
The white man, seeing this, wisely withdrew his hand.
“Remember, I only use my hand.”
“Of course, Yudi. But are you sure you don’t want to try today? I can see your little mouth down there is already drooling.”
“……” “No… I won’t.” My wife’s answer remained resolute.
Only using hands?
I looked it up again.
It turned out that this dual cultivation matching system, considering that some people didn’t want to have actual intercourse, had various options—you could choose hands only, mouth only, etc.
But for fairness, the person who proposed the conditions, once selected, also needed to unconditionally abide by the other party’s conditions.
This was all supervised by the system—without mutual consent, neither party could do anything beyond the agreement.
Knowing this, I felt somewhat comforted.
My wife was still trying to protect her chastity for me, even if it was hanging by a thread.
“Then let’s begin.” The white man broke the stalemate first.
“You can call me K.”
My wife was still a bit shy.
Or maybe it was guilt—she was finally about to do something that betrayed me?