The next day was Sunday.
I woke up feeling like I’d had a very strange dream, and it wasn’t until I saw my wife lying beside me breathing evenly but seeming like a Sleeping Beauty lost in a deep slumber that I snapped back to reality—so yesterday’s absurd events really weren’t a dream.
Originally, the wife and I had planned to go shopping and buy some pretty clothes.
Well, that’s out the window now.
My wife’s turned into data…
Quickly, I booted up the computer.
Even after marriage, I’d had times when work took me away from home, but this was nothing like that—she was alone in a game world by herself…
Mm, after logging into the game, my wife seemed to sense I was online.
“Good morning, honey.”
“So, sweetheart, last night… alone… were you okay?” I always had a bit of trouble figuring out how to ask that question.
“Mm, actually, after you logged off, I went out on my own to familiarize myself with the area. After all, I need to complete quests before I can return to your side.”
My wife had originally been a fairly independent woman, but after marrying me—since I spoiled her rotten and made decent money—I’d rather keep her at home than have her go to work.
So over time, she gradually settled into the whole “it’s fine to just lie flat and do nothing” kind of life.
To get back to her old life, it seemed my wife had accepted this absurd reality after one night, and she looked determined to stop lying flat.
“Mm, you will—no, *we* will complete the quests.” Even as I said that, I wasn’t entirely confident inside.
After all, I truly had no idea what would happen later in this game.
Actually, last night before bed, I’d looked up information about this game online, but aside from those known ads, there was no other useful info to be found.
“By the way, Yulin. Since we don’t actually know much about what comes after this in the game, we need to set some ground rules: while I’m offline, you can’t go do dangerous quests.” I know my wife’s athletic abilities pretty well.
Sure, she does yoga to stay in shape, but having her fight through a horde of monsters…
*ahem*, that image is too beautiful to imagine…
“I know, actually…”
“Actually what?” I could see she seemed to want to say something but didn’t dare.
“Nothing. Let’s go do the quest? I want to get back to your side as soon as possible.” The little character in the game seemed to turn her head and glance at me through the screen.
“Mm.” As I agreed, I clicked open the hidden status bar.
Good—after a night, my wife’s sensitivity had returned to 0/100.
The main quest was an elite Treant.
The reward was excellent—after completing it, she’d learn a big ultimate skill: the [Nine Heavens Thunder Seal].
“Let’s go, sweetheart. Let’s teach this elite monster a lesson!”
Controlling my wife, I had to admit the character design in this game was really well done.
Though you could tell it was 3D, the details were extremely fine.
Watching my wife’s back—under that thin, figure-hugging silk dress, those two plump cheeks bouncing as she ran—I was almost drooling.
*Ahem*, I mean, her graceful, elegant figure…
The monsters in the newbie village didn’t attack proactively.
We found the elite Treant that was our quest target.
“Go get ’em, honey!”
In the game, Yulin took position at the farthest range and opened the fight with a Thunder Rune talisman.
“Zzzzzt”—I had to say, my wife’s talent for throwing skills was absolutely top-tier.
I wondered if it had something to do with her daily yoga practice?
Eh, probably not…
whatever, why overthink it…
Several Thunder Runes hit the Treant dead-on, but they didn’t seem to do much damage.
“?” Just as I was wondering why, I noticed a red circle appear beneath my wife’s feet.
Relying on years of gaming experience, I instinctively steered my wife out of that circle.
Sure enough, the moment she got out, a vine shot up from the ground inside the circle—as if alive—and lashed viciously within that area before retracting back into the earth, the circle disappearing with it.
Mm, so that was the enemy’s attack.
Good thing my instincts made my wife dodge it.
“Wow, honey, that was close! How did you know?”
“Mm, experience…”
“…Okay…”
We cut off our thoughts and focused on dealing with the elite Treant in front of us.
“Try a leg kick after closing in,” I suggested.
“Mm.”
Closing in—”THUD!” With the boost of those [Adverse Scale Boots], my wife’s beautiful leg slammed hard into the Treant’s trunk.
[Dragon Roar Flash]—”CRACK.” I could clearly feel the Treant’s HP drop.
“More effective than the Thunder Runes!” I said to my wife with some excitement.
Though closing in naturally meant more danger.
The Treant, struck, snapped back to attention—two branch-like arms became as flexible as snakes, sweeping toward my wife’s chest.
In that instant, I remembered the sultry cry my wife had let out when that goblin hit her before.
Confused and dazed, I just silently watched.
“Mn-ah…” My wife tried to dodge the “whipping” using her own instincts, but with her mediocre athletic ability, she got solidly smacked right across her full, plump breasts.
Fortunately, thanks to that [Heavenly Silk Spirit Dress], she didn’t take much damage—but that cry she let out was, for her, what you’d call “minimal damage, maximum humiliation.”
I snapped back to attention at that soft cry and quickly steered her out of the Treant’s attack range.
My wife, holding her breath after that hit, went on the offensive as I pulled her back—three Thunder Runes slapped out in rapid succession, hitting the target dead-on again.
“Crackle crackle, zzzzt.”
Seemed like it dealt some damage to the Treant.
I don’t know what psychology it was, but once I knew getting hit wouldn’t cost much HP, I’d deliberately react half a beat slower whenever the Treant attacked…
For a while:
“Mn-ah…”
“Oh-oh…”
“Ah… Mmm-hnn…”
My wife, getting hit repeatedly: “?? Honey?… Mm…”
“Uh, this Treant’s attacks—I just can’t read them, sweetheart…”
Guiltily, I opened the hidden status bar.
Sure enough, after being hit consecutively by the Treant: sensitivity 12/100, wetness 2/100.
Should be fine, right?
Because in real life, my wife was actually the type with a relatively low sex drive—her body wasn’t very sensitive, not easily aroused.
So a game sensitivity of just 12—I didn’t think much of it.
Actually, deep down, I was really curious to see what would happen to my wife at 100/100.
I think you guys all get it.
Who plays an R18 game without wanting a little treat, right?