My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Mike reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. He found the footage he had taken before stepping in: twelve seconds of three figures and Tyler on the ground in an alley that was darker than it should have been for a university campus at two in the morning.

He turned the screen toward her and let it play.

"You can watch it yourself."

He watched her face while the video played, finding it more informative than watching the video alone.

She pressed her lips together. A muscle in her jaw moved.

Her hands, which had been in her lap, closed into something that was almost a fist but stopped short of it. When the twelve seconds ended, she looked at the screen for another moment after it had gone still, as though she were processing the distance between what she had imagined and what she had just confirmed.

She remained silent for a few moments, processing her thoughts. Finally, she spoke softly, "How many times has this happened?"

"I don’t know the exact number," Mike said. "More than once, probably."

"Less than it would have been if he hadn’t been careful."

"Careful." She said the word back to him like she was checking what it meant in this context.

"He built a detour. He calculated twenty-two minutes on Tuesdays and Thursdays to avoid the routes they use."

’He knows their class schedules, their lunch windows, and which buildings they don’t go into." He paused. "He’s been doing this for six weeks he said."

Aveline closed her eyes for a moment. Just a moment, and then they were open again, and she was looking at the blank screen of his phone as though the footage might still be there.

"Six weeks...?" she said. "My sweet boy has suffered for that long...?"

"He wants to stay strong for you, Ma’am."

She set her hands flat on her knees. "He didn’t say anything to me..."

"Not one word." There was no accusation in how she said it, only the kind of recognition that arrives slowly and lands all at once. "I ask him every week how things are going."

"He tells me about his coursework... his thesis supervisor, and the library hours." She made a short sound that resembled a laugh, but it wasn’t actually one.

"He didn’t want you to worry," Mike said. "That’s not a small thing."

"That’s actually a very specific kind of consideration."

She looked at him. "You’re being generous."

"I’m being accurate," he said. "He calculated that telling you would produce concern, and concern from you would produce intervention, and intervention from the wrong angle would worsen it."

"He’s seen that happen before, probably. So he managed it himself." Mike let that sit for a second. "That’s not a kid who doesn’t care about his mother."

"That’s a kid who cares too much and doesn’t have a better option."

The room was quiet. Aveline looked at the floor and then back at him.

"Is he," she started, then stopped. "When you walked him back here, what was his condition?"

"Shaken and bruised, his left side bore the brunt of the injury."

"By the time we reached the gate, he was able to walk on his own." Mike maintained an even tone. "While he didn’t require a hospital, he definitely needed to be home."

"The staff confirmed the same findings: bruising and possible mild rib bruising on the left side, but nothing structural." She let out a sigh. "I’ve been in there with him for a few minutes."

"He fell asleep about twenty minutes ago." She rubbed the side of her thumb absently against the back of her other hand, a small unconscious movement. "He looked so young, lying there."

"After all this time since he enters that university... he’s been building avoidance routes for six weeks."

Mike said nothing. He gave her the moment, which was what she needed.

The object landed exactly as he had calibrated it to do. Her expression shifted, and what came into it was not just concern for Tyler’s physical injuries but something older and more complicated, the particular ache of a parent who has understood that their child stopped telling them things at some point and kept going anyway.

"I had no idea it had gone this far," she said.

"He didn’t want you to worry," Mike said. "That’s not a small thing."

"That’s actually a very specific kind of consideration."

She looked at him and then looked down at her hands.

"He’s going to be fine," she said, more to herself than to him. "Physically."

"They informed me that the injuries aren’t serious—just some bruising. He might experience pain in his left ribs for a few days."

"He’s tougher than he looks," Mike said.

"He shouldn’t have to be." She spoke with a flat tone that did not convey anger exactly, but rather the feeling that precedes anger settling into resolve.

"No," Mike agreed. "He shouldn’t."

A beat of quiet passed between them, the kind that isn’t uncomfortable but serves as a kind of joint acknowledgment of something real. Mike adjusted the handkerchief slightly against his cheek, and Aveline’s attention moved to it.

"You’re hurt," she said.

"It’s a minor injury... I’ve had worse."

"Still." She half-rose, then stopped herself. "I’ll have someone bring something."

"It’s the least I can do." She settled back and looked at him steadily. "The least I can do is actually quite a bit more than that."

She turned slightly and said something to the staff member near the door, too low for Mike to catch. The man nodded and left. Aveline turned back.

"While we wait," she said, "tell me what happened."

"From the beginning. Not the twelve seconds."

So Mike told her. He kept it factual, the way he always did when he was giving someone a version of events, choosing what to include and what to leave as implied.

He had been walking near the east campus boundary. He heard it before he saw it.

Three of them, one on the ground. He had the footage because he filmed before stepping in, because footage without witnesses is not nothing, and he had learned a long time ago that documentation is its own kind of insurance.

He did not tell her what he had done with that footage afterward. That was a different conversation, if it ever became one.

Aveline listened without interrupting, which was a quality Mike noted. Many individuals filled the silences during someone else’s speech, posing questions before the previous answer was complete.

She did not do this. She waited until he was done, and then she asked one question.

"You filmed twelve seconds and then went in anyway," she said. "Knowing there were three of them."

"I had what I needed by then." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

She looked at him with an expression that was difficult to read exactly, somewhere between assessment and something else. "That’s either very confident or very reckless."

"But hey, at least it worked out," Mike said.

"It worked out, yeah, but you can get seriously injured," she repeated, in a tone that was not entirely agreeable.

Then the staff member returned, carrying a small first aid kit, the proper kind with actual antiseptic rather than the contents of a gas station shelf. He set it on the side table and left again without commentary.

Aveline reached for it and opened it with the matter-of-fact efficiency of someone who had dealt with minor injuries before, and she sat forward and looked at Mike’s cheek with the directness of someone who was not asking permission to assess it.

"May I," she said anyway.

Mike leaned forward slightly and let her look at it. She was close enough that he could see the specific quality of her focus when it was on a task rather than a conversation.

She opened a sealed antiseptic wipe and, without any preamble, said, "This will sting a little."

"I know how antiseptic works," Mike said.

"I know you do," she said. "I said it anyway."

She cleaned the cut with two quick swipes, refraining from commenting on his lack of reaction. Afterward, she pressed a small square of gauze over the wound with enough pressure to ensure it was properly secured. Then she leaned back.

"You’ll want to keep that covered for a day," she said. "It’s not deep enough to require anything more."

"Thank you."

She looked at him again, briefly, and then put the kit aside. "You’re welcome."

[DESIRE: 22/100.]

[SHE’S ALREADY CALCULATING VALUE. STAY EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE.]

When she spoke again, her tone was direct, as if she had chosen to skip the preamble.

"I want to ask you something, and I’d like you to answer honestly."

Mike spread his hands slightly. "Go ahead."

"What were you doing near the east campus boundary at two in the morning?"

"Just a midnight stroll," he said. "I had a late night."

Then he lied. "I’ve been navigating the campus on foot since I registered, getting a sense of where things are."

"Some people run in the morning, but for me... I walk at night." He met her eyes without any particular urgency. "It’s a habit from living in many different countries."

"You learn a place faster by walking it when it’s quiet."

She considered that. "And the three boys."

’I have to lie about this one as well...’

"They were gone by the time I got Tyler to his feet."

"I made sure of that before I turned my attention to him." He didn’t elaborate further; he didn’t need to.

The twelve seconds of footage had already shown what kind of person he was willing to be when necessary.