Rites

Resolve Wife's Resentment

What you are going through and what you have done are enough drive any spouse mad. You would do well to keep her in good cheer, less you find yourself dead before you even know how.

ID: 5000009

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 1 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

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Random Text: None

Random Text Up: None

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Summon your wife.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

  • Type = Character
  • Tag (Wife) = 1

Pops: None

Slot #3
You can't leave it to others. You have to do it yourself.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #4
Wife's Resentment

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
Perhaps you can break a Carnality Sultan Card

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Sultan Card
  • Tag (Carnality) = 1
  • Rarity - Slot #1 Rarity ≤ 0

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

Tips: You need to use items your wife likes.

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Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

She Displayed It Proudly
Maggie laughed while critiquing your brushwork, pointing out numerous areas for improvement.

Naturally, she allowed no opportunity for corrections—immediately commanding her servant to hang the painting prominently in the great hall. Such fastidious attention to household aesthetics was rarely seen from her!

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Is marriage a ship, or the ocean itself?
There are neither seas too safe, nor clouds too clear... The key is, do we still have the desire to set sail?

At least today, we persevered... No matter where you steer the wheel, Maggie still hoisted the sails for you.

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She is absolutely playing herself.
You explained your plan to Maggie: you would play the role of a henpecked coward, beaten bloody by your wife, then suffer ridicule before the court, reducing the Sultan's suspicions of you... For this to work, she needed to stay with her parents for a few days, maintaining the appearance of a genuine quarrel...

The plan went smoothly, though Maggie was perhaps too fluid in her violence... That pot flying past your head gave you a genuine fright, though she repeatedly assured you she intentionally missed - only after leaving an enormous handprint on your face, of course.

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You are now the bearer of the Rod of Life!
Your wife is shocked by your change, and almost immediately raises her voice, now shrill with anger, rebuking you for turning yourself into this monstrous abomination. To stop her lecture, holding her tight, you quickly activate the switch. In the hums of its rotations, her complaints soon ceased.

Pleasure slowly surges from the device – much slower than with the original, but it means better control for your body. You can enjoy yourself while adjusting your moves in response to her euphoric expressions, all while manually switching the modes as the female artisan taught you.

Time stretches and evaporates. As the resonance between your mind and the aether within the machine reached its peak, what is usually brief like a flash of lightning became a firework show of colors and explosions lasting tens of minutes...

You are spent. In the afterglow, your wife, drenched in sweat, lies on top of you, still mumbling, "what the hell is this..." But the way her fingertips still linger upon your chest, tracing circles in the sweat, clearly suggests she was well pleased...

A bold thought crosses your mind. If she were to grow resentful of you at some point, this might be a good way of consoling her...

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The Rod of Life is the solution to all problems.
Of course your wife knows what you are doing, but she is exhausted from this game, and why wallow in that misery, when she can enjoy the great Rod of Life instead?

She would caress your cheeks and brush away the drops of sweat glistening in your brows. She would praise you for how handsome you are as you wield the rod with focus and intention.

Her phrasing makes you feel odd, as if the rod is not part of your own body, but as the aether tide roars through your nerves, such distractions are drowned by pleasure...

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Why don't you let your wife use a Double-Headed Dragon to 'penetrate' you?
Before entering, she repeatedly assures you that the actual act is unimportant, what matters is your sincerity – the sincertiy to make up for your wrongdoings by surrendering your dignity and sticking up your butt... First, you feel the cool gel. Then, a pounding as violent as an ocean storm... Through your body, you feel her love for you, her hatred for you, and the grief this cruel game has caused her – all the things that words cannot say.

Afterwards, it is painful to get out of bed. But you count it a small price to pay for the release of these tempestuous emotions.

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Result:

Gift your wife a piece of suitably expensive jewelry...
This carefully selected set of jewelry has completely changed your wife. She has never craved a life of excess and never urged you to seek power. But look at her now, absolutely rejuvenated! You should pursue status. You should pursue wealth! Give your woman hope. Give your woman the life she deserves.

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Read your wife one of her favorite books...
Sitting under a thick wool blanket, by the gently swaying lamp, you read to your wife. At every plot twist, she would lean closer, her feet – how cold they are – pressed against your skin. Slowly, your voice grows quieter, and the shroud of sleep descends upon you both. Come morning, you seem to recall confessions of loyalty and love, exchanged in a half-dreaming haze. But you cannot determine if that was not merely a dream.

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Crimson Bath
After hearing your troubles, Nabhani confidently promises a solution. He prepares a bath for Maggie filled with fresh rose petals. Yet he remains dissatisfied - the flowers aren't beautiful enough, not fragrant enough, not red enough... After intense deliberation, he brings in a street beggar, using the child's blood to fill the tub...

Strangely, Maggie never realizes it's blood... More disturbing still, from that moment on, she develops a taste for these baths.

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Let the professional handle it...
"You're the smoothest talker in the whole city," you said to Nabhani, "so help me, before my wife slips poison into my tea."

Having said that, when the two really closed the bedroom door, you still felt a pang of pain: half for being the cuckold, and half in regret for all the ridiculous things you have done.

Soon, laughter drifted out from the room—not the kind born of lust, but of lively conversation.

A couple of times Nabhani stepped out to fetch some food; their clothes were perfectly in place.

Whatever they said in there, at least your wife seemed to hate you a little less now.

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An unforgettable training session
Your wife has no love for Jalila, but when you suggested this, she spent a whole afternoon behind closed doors, conversing with your new concubine.



Nightfall. With strong ropes, the two tie you to the bed and blindfold you... In the darkness, the whipping and insults you steeled yourself for do not materialize. Instead, you hear giggling.



The ladies turn every single part of your body into some sort of treat or toy. They tease and tickle and lick and bite – you never knew how ticklish your body was, and in so many places; you never expected just being pinched between their teeth could be so electrifying.



As they make you their plaything, you lose your ground, you twist and turn, you struggle and laugh and scream until your throat goes hoarse.



When they release you from the bondage, you are on the verge of fainting. But your mistresses are well pleased.

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You sing your wife a love poem
The greatest love comes from understanding, from forgiveness. Your poetry comforts your wife.

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[player.name], what's the matter? Have you not eaten?
When Maggie was bathing, you stepped into the room with a bottle of fragrant essential oil—dressed in a short tunic, looking almost like a bathhouse attendant. Perhaps it was the scent of the oil, or the comfort of the warm water, that eased her mood, and so you worked gently along her skin—from arms, to back, to calves, to the arches of her feet.

She let out a few quiet murmurs of pleasure, and for a fleeting moment, the mistakes you had made—curse this damned game—seemed to be washed away with the water flowing down her body.

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This has grown stale. Your wife's attitude has not improved.

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Extra

Your wife's passion for you has been rekindled.

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Resolve Sultan Card
Having heard of your use of the Double-Headed Dragon, the Sultan laughs and permits you breaking the flimsy card.

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