Since my wife had personally experienced the importance of [Mana] (spiritual power) in battle, this usually conservative woman, under my “earnest” persuasion and encouragement, finally agreed not to wear underwear or panties during combat.
Because the skirt itself wasn’t very short—it reached about knee-length—there was almost no worry about exposure down there, unless she lost the ability to move…
The main problem was her chest.
My wife’s sensitive nipples would become hard after just a few rubs against the smooth silk.
Combined with the thin silk fabric of the skirt, the protrusion would be very obvious.
Actually, my wife agreed to go commando not just for the mana regen.
After all, she’d always dressed rather conservatively—before meeting me, she mainly wore long dresses and pants.
It was only after we started dating that, to cater to my preferences, she gradually began wearing shorter skirts, but never shorter than 5 centimeters above the knee.
The one she had on now was just loungewear for around the house.
But there was an even more important factor: since this was an R18 game, the female characters’ outfits in the game were naturally quite revealing.
So my wife, upon seeing that other female characters were also dressed quite exposed, had unknowingly lowered her own standards as well.
Having the opportunity to see a side of my wife different from usual—personally, I was quite happy about it.
Moreover, when my wife was seen by others, it seemed to give me some inexplicable thrill?
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Divine equipment was divine equipment, and its temperament was no small matter.
My wife had originally planned not to wear underwear but to put on a jacket over the dress to cover up the obvious nipple protrusion.
But unexpectedly, as long as she wore anything over that Heavenly Silk Snow-Spirit Divine Skirt, the mana regen effect disappeared 😔
So, under the combination of various factors, my wife could only reluctantly agree to my proposal.
Hey, before I knew it, a hidden attribute had unlocked itself.
I quickly clicked in to check.
Damn, Whip Tolerance 4/100…
What kind of tiger-wolf attribute is this…?
Huh?
It was activated by the whipping from that tree demon’s vines earlier???
What does 100/100 mean then???
I didn’t dare think too much about it.
Looking at my wife’s Sensitivity staying at 30/100, I felt a strange excitement.
Remembering that it might be connected to reality, I went to check on her sleeping physical body.
Sure enough, both nipples were fully erect.
I gently pulled aside the strap—the color had deepened from its usual light pink to a darker red.
After thinking it over, I still carried her physical body out and sat her in a chair, posing her in what seemed like an afternoon-nap position.
Better to keep an eye on her from nearby.
By the time I stepped away, my wife in-game had already started adapting to her newly learned ultimate move [Nine Heavens Thunder Seal].
After all, it was an ultimate—the power was truly immense, the effects truly magnificent, and the mana consumption…
25% per use…
ugh…
well, at least we had the infinite-sustain outfit…
The activation condition was somewhat difficult—the character needed to stand still and form hand seals.
Based on my wife’s current proficiency, the seal formation took about 3 seconds.
Upon success, a massive square seal-shaped object composed of thunder light would descend from the sky onto the locked area, slowly pressing down toward the ground with immense force.
The pressure was so great that ordinary monsters within the area couldn’t move, allowing for devastating strikes.
My wife and I were coordinating better and better in the game.
I controlled her, aggroed a group of monsters (since it was the newbie village, there was no danger even when surrounded), then quickly pulled back distance.
She would choose a spot and form her seals, always perfectly controlling the thunder seal’s range to land exactly on the area where the monsters were running.
Turns out my wife was naturally talented at gaming.
I remembered how, when I used to play games, if my wife was watching beside me, she’d always praise me after I pulled off a cool move—”Hubby, you’re so handsome!” And now…
I couldn’t think about that too much.
The priority was to complete the quest and get my wife back to my side.
Because it was an ultimate, the cooldown was somewhat long.
Three minutes of CD time.
Wearing divine equipment with infinite mana regen, my wife dispatched monsters without hesitation.
She quickly maxed out her proficiency to the current stage’s limit.
It was about time to leave the newbie village.
After departing, we reached a gateway to the world map—oh, it was actually a dungeon.
A 5-player difficulty.
This was clearly the final trial for leaving the newbie village.
Actually, by now my wife only had one friend in the game—Lu Fei, the one who’d come to chat her up earlier.
It wasn’t that no one sent friend requests; it was that after my wife added Lu Fei, I’d told her to avoid casually adding friends.
When Lu Fei saw my wife actively inviting him to team up for a quest, he came running over in a tizzy.
Besides my wife, there was another female player named “Bai Ling”—silver hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a high-slit form-fitting qipao with white base and blue cloud-embroidered patterns, looking very aloof and cold.
The qipao’s slit went all the way up to her upper thigh, swaying as she walked, with a faint glimpse of that mysterious triangular zone.
There was also a taciturn male blade-wielder named “Mo Yan” and a burly warrior who clearly served as the tank, “Budong.”
After forming the party, everyone added each other as friends.
During the idle chatter, I learned that in this real-name-verified game, while you could name your character whatever you wanted, your gender had to match your real gender—otherwise…
you bore the consequences yourself.
I jolted.
The character I’d created was female.
Not because I wanted to pretend to be a woman to scam people—it was purely because, being an R18 game, of course I’d pick a character that was pleasing to my own eyes.
And yet…
My wife must never find out.
It was also for this reason that male characters could hit on female characters without restraint, without worrying that behind the screen was some unkempt bearded man.
Before entering the dungeon, a notification appeared—entering meant leaving the newbie village, and once inside the dungeon, equipment couldn’t be changed during combat.
In other words, my wife had to remain commando inside.
Otherwise, if she entered combat at any time, she risked being unable to regen mana.
I saw my wife hesitate for a moment, but she still walked into the dungeon without looking back.
It seemed that on the road ahead, more benefits she’d enjoyed in the newbie village would be stripped away.
Entering the dungeon, the atmosphere felt completely different from outside.
Although it was a scenic valley, I could feel through the screen that this was the last bastion preventing outside monsters from invading.
Unlike the monsters on the outskirts of the newbie village, the ones here were hideous mutated creatures, sometimes appearing in groups of three to five.
The five of us adhered to the principle of not provoking anything we didn’t have to, carefully traversing through the mountains.
We were finally spotted by six werewolves, who surrounded us.
Budong swung his giant hammer toward the pack to draw aggro.
Sure enough, the werewolves, enraged by his sudden hammer, all lunged at him.
Seeing that Budong had grabbed aggro, everyone unleashed their own skills.
Clearly, they were all veterans—without anyone directing, they unanimously focused their attacks on a single target.
In other words, “focus fire.”
(I mentally instructed my wife to attack whichever enemy the others were attacking.) The first battle ended smoothly.
Since this was the first dungeon, even though the monsters were stronger than those outside the newbie village, there was a limit.
After the group got familiar with coordinating, they didn’t encounter major trouble along the way—except for a strange feeling that kept surfacing in my mind.