SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

*Honk-Honk*

In the metropolis of Mexus.

A man named Nyle Frost was stuck in a crowded traffic on a rented e-bike with a pizza strapped to the back rack.

The reason?

A drunk, heavy driver had slammed into a motorcycle rider in the middle of the road, sending him flying like a ragdoll and his bike skidding across the asphalt, causing serious injuries as though the driver were playing GTA XII.

Although the rider almost died, survived, thanks to a woman weighing over 200 kg, the police had already arrived, spotted the culprit, and cuffed him on the spot.

Meanwhile, Nyle stayed cool in the hot afternoon, wearing a green T-shirt that read: "No regrets, no exemptions, just lots of lemons."

His eyes dropped onto his phone.

Estimated time: 10m:25s

Estimated delivery: 4m:59s

With a smile on his face, his gaze drifted to a coffee shop, where he spotted his girlfriend.

Wait...

His smile faded...

"...Clair?" he whispered under his breath.

Clair sat by the window, smiling beautifully — but not alone.

From a distance, through the glass, he saw another man sitting across from her, well-dressed and composed. The kind of man who looked like he didn’t have to worry about things like government jobs or money.

They leaned toward each other, laughing. Their hands touched, and didn’t pull away.

Nyle blinked once. Twice.

"...No."

He immediately dismounted, and crossed the road.

Each step heavier than the last.

...

*Cling*

The cafe door chimed softly as he entered.

Clair’s smile vanished the moment she saw him. She stood up quickly.

"Nyle..." said she.

Nyle’s eyes narrowed, as he stopped a few steps away from her. ’Just Nyle?’ he wondered.

"What are you doing here with him?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.

Clair looked down, twisting a lock of hair around her fingers. "I... was going to tell you."

"Tell me what?" Nyle asked.

...

A moment of silence settled between them.

Before she could answer, the man stood and stepped beside her.

"What’s going on?" he asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Is everything okay... babe?"

Two years. Two goddamn years of splitting cheap meals and promising her a better future while she smiled at this rich boy who probably never delivered pizzas in his life.

Those words hit Nyle like a hammer to his heart.

They had been together for almost two years, and in just a week — he had planned to surprise her for their second anniversary.

But now, the ground seemed to slip from under his feet.

Nyle’s eyes drifted to the man behind her — white formal shirt, a silver Xolex watch that looked expensive, hair perfectly styled, and a faint scent of lavender lingering around him.

Everything about the man looked lavish — exactly the kind of life he wanted, one where he didn’t have to worry about money.

Money. In the end, it always came down to money.

Not love. Not loyalty. Just money.

"...I see," said Nyle.

No shouting. No scene. Just a quiet understanding.

Nyle turned and walked out. Behind him, he could feel their eyes — but he didn’t stop.

Outside, the city noise rushed back in, the cars were on the move.

"Why...?" he murmured.

But, no answer came.

Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket — a reminder that time was running out of time for delivery.

Shit.

Without wasting a second, he crossed the road, rushed toward the location, by taking the shortest possible route suggested by the GPS.

...

*Ding-Dong*

A chubby woman named MonicaXD (that’s how she set her display name) stepped out of the door, dressed in a casual orange T-shirt and denim shorts.

"Pizza time," Nyle said, forcing himself to stay calm.

She lifted her phone to show him the time. "You’re five minutes late. I’m not paying for that." said Monica.

"B-but there was an accident on the—"

Before Nyle could finish his sentence, she cut him off.

"I don’t care. Now hand over my pizzas," she said, her tone rough.

With no other choice, Nyle handed her four pizza boxes, stacked like a Jenga tower.

*Thud*

...

At the restaurant.

"You’re fired Nyle," said the owner.

"What? But why? Mr. Blake there was an accident in the road. I swear," Nyle said, his throat tightening.

"Nyle, you’re a nice guy, but being nice doesn’t mean I can overlook the loss you caused,’ the owner said, his tone firm.

"Sir, please. I just need one more chance."

"Chance?" the owner said.

*Rip*

The owner tore the Yoo-Mama’s Pizza logo (sticker) from his black helmet and sent him out the back door.

Nyle lowered his gaze, standing still.

The sun hung high above, casting soft light that danced off the mirrored glass of the nearby corporate buildings.

Strangers passed him by — smiling, laughing, whistling.

Nyle caught glimpses of their happiness, only to retreat back into the shadow of his own sorrow.

’Nice guy... hehe... nice guy,’ he muttered, letting out a hollow laugh.

Looking at the sky, Nyle let out a curse, his eyes narrowing against the sunlight.

"Are you happy now? Huh, Taking both my parents away when I was a kid... and later my sweet granny. And now... You’re watching me, aren’t you?" he raised his hand, showing a middle finger to the sky.

...

At the public park.

Nyle sank onto an empty bench at the edge of the park. His fingers hovered over the photos — the memories of him and Clair.

’I wish I’d never dated her. She doesn’t even look like she feels any guilt,’ Nyle thought, looking at the sky. ’I guess, I understand why people my age avoid relationships and focus on making money instead,’

His thumb trembled as he scrolled, heart beating. With a sharp exhale, he pressed [delete] watching the images vanish one by one, leaving only an empty silence behind.

His face stared back at him from the blank mobile screen — round eyes, a decent jawline, and messy hair from a long day at work.

*Ting*

Suddenly, a red translucent screen flickered into existence before his eyes.

[ SYSTEM INSTALLING ... ... ... ]