Watching my normally elegant and refined wife in the screen now slumped on the ground like a broken doll, her legs still trembling involuntarily, my heart clenched tight.
Even though it was in-game, that feeling of shame was transmitted to her mind in full force.
What made it worse was that without the barrier of underwear, that rough “vine assault” from earlier had left her normally dry inner thighs now a muddy mess—there were even glistening droplets sliding down her fair legs to her ankles, pooling into a small, ambiguous puddle of moisture on the dim dungeon floor.
“Yulin! Can you hear me? Can you still stand up?” I called out anxiously through our mental link.
Her response came back tinged with sobs and trembling: “Husband… I… I can’t… everyone’s watching… I can’t show my face anymore…”
“Don’t be afraid, they’re holding the front line, no one has time to look back at you! Listen to me, stand up, you’re the only one who can end this. Once we finish, we can put clothes on right away!” I was half-coaxing, half-commanding.
Honestly, I wasn’t confident myself—that ice prism barrier from Bai Ling had helped, but when that freezing cold burst, it definitely must have flipped up my wife’s already pathetically short skirt.
In that split second, the battle situation up front changed drastically.
The enraged man-eating flower Boss had gone completely mad.
It no longer relied solely on vines—its massive flower head began contracting violently, a precursor to spraying a wide-area poison.
“Can’t hold it! The healer’s purify cooldown isn’t up yet! If we eat this poison wave, it’s a wipe!” Budong’s health bar was bouncing like a roller coaster, his voice filled with urgency.
Lu Fei’s figure weaved through the mobs, still dealing damage but clearly struggling: “Sister Yulin! We’re about to break! Is that ultimate ready? Only that move can interrupt its charge-up!”
Hearing Lu Fei’s shout, my wife’s body trembled violently.
Whether it was fear of failing the quest and not returning to reality, or being called by name by a man who had just seen her exposed, she gritted her teeth, grabbed her scraped knees, and wobbled to her feet.
“I can do it… Husband, take me through this…”
At that moment, I was actually moved.
But the next second, the awkward reality diluted that emotion.
Because of the high sensitivity and the intense stimulation from before, her standing posture was very awkward—her legs clamped tightly together to hide the mess between them, forcing her into a pigeon-toed stance just to stay upright.
This only made her perky rear curve even tighter, the glimpses of spring beneath her skirt even more tantalizing.
“Alright! One last time, I’ll find the position. You just hold on and don’t break the hand seal!”
I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing that strange restlessness in my chest, and took over movement control.
On screen, Yulin began moving with heavy steps.
With every step, she let out a low moan she was desperately suppressing—clearly every step’s friction was torture for her in her current state.
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I had to find the perfect angle.
“Right here! Wife, hand seal!”
The position was at the Boss’s side-rear, a relatively safe damage-dealing spot.
Yulin stopped, her normally jade-white hands now stained with dust and scrapes, trembling as she began forming the seal.
“One second…”
The Boss’s flower head had already turned a terrifying purplish-red, poison ready to fire.
“Two seconds…”
Damn!
Whether it was the system’s malice, just as the ultimate was about to complete, a gust of cold wind blew through.
Even though it was a fitted silk dress, the hem was still lightly lifted by the wind.
It didn’t fully flip up, but Mo Yan standing at the side and Lu Fei adjusting his position—if either of them tilted their head slightly, they would absolutely see the snow-white flesh jiggling violently beneath that skirt during battle.
My mind went blank with a bang.
“Ah—!” My wife clearly felt that chill too, her shame hitting maximum.
The chant that normally required three seconds was completed in an instant burst of extreme humiliation.
“Nine Heavens Thunder Seal!!”
This time she didn’t need my control—she shouted it out in her mortified fury.
Rumble—!
The dim dungeon ceiling was instantly torn apart by golden lightning.
It wasn’t the slow descent from before—perhaps empowered by her emotions, this thunder seal carried world-destroying momentum, slamming into the man-eating flower’s gaping maw like a golden meteor.
“ROOOOAR—!!!”
The Boss let out its final scream, its massive flower head incinerated to ash in the lightning, even the sky-full of vines withering instantly.
In the center of the screen, huge golden text appeared: [VICTORY].
The instant the battle ended, Yulin collapsed to the ground like all her strength had been drained.
I didn’t even bother with the dropped loot.
My hands moved at maximum speed, opening the equipment menu first and frantically clicking on the bra and panties I had removed earlier.
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The very second the underwear was re-equipped onto the character, Lu Fei and Budong’s figures approached.
“Damn, sis, that move just now was insane!” Budong wiped the sweat from his face, genuinely impressed.
Lu Fei’s gaze was a bit shifty.
He seemed to sneak one more lingering glance toward Yulin’s skirt hem, but seeing that Yulin had already sat down and arranged her skirt properly, a faint trace of regret flickered in his eyes: “Yeah… didn’t expect Yulin to have such explosive power. That move just now was… really white… uh, I mean, really cool.”
I cursed inwardly.
This bastard definitely saw something!
“Yulin, are you okay?” Bai Ling walked over, reaching out to help Yulin up.
“I’m… I’m fine, thank you, Sister Bai.”
On screen, my wife’s face was so red it looked like it would bleed.
She didn’t dare lift her head to look at the three men around her, only managing to stand with Bai Ling’s help, her legs still trembling slightly.
I secretly opened the status panel and sucked in a cold breath.
Although the battle was over, her sensitivity hadn’t dropped.
In fact, because of that final burst of shame, it was frozen at 85/100.
Worse, beneath that status bar was a new red debuff: [Overstimulation: Pigeon-toed gait, extreme body sensitivity, duration 30 minutes].
My wife was frantically urging me through our mental link: “Husband, take me away quickly… I feel like… if anyone touches me right now, I might not be able to stop myself from moaning…”
I glanced at my real body lying in the chair.
My breathing was as rapid as if I were running a marathon, my chest heaving violently.
Clearly, this lingering sensation in-game was being transmitted back to my real body without reservation.
Looking at the faintly glowing equipment scattered on the ground, the team members’ eyes were all fixed on them.
But I had no mood to divide loot right now.
My wife’s current state was like a bomb ready to explode at any moment—if I didn’t find a secluded place to deal with this, who knows what chaos would ensue.
Besides, her skirt and shoes were already god-tier equipment.
“Split the loot among yourselves. We’re going to turn in the quest and unlock the new map.”
Yulin said through voice chat in-game, ignoring the surprised and grateful shouts of “Boss is generous!” and “Thanks, boss!” from the four behind her, and directly exited the dungeon.