SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

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<{ SKILL }>

Inspect (Active): A skill that allows the user to view the life description of any married woman the user desires.

Chant: ( Not set ) <[Add]>

[ Voice command required to activate the skill. Click [Add] to set the command. ]

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*Click*

"Status," he said, his voice low and steady, as he leaned closer to the screen.

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Chant: "Status" has been selected successfully.

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Once the selection was complete, the skill slid smoothly into the top-left corner of his vision.

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<{ Active }>

1. Inspect [ VIEW ]

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But below it, another chest still hovered in place, waiting to be unlocked. Tapping it twice, the lid slowly lifted as the chest’s surface began shifting through a spectrum of colors before finally settling on a glowing gold.

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<{ SKILL }>

Versatile Size (Passive): A passive skill that activates the instant any MILF makes direct skin-to-skin contact with the user’s cock.

Upon touch, the user’s cock throbs and surges, automatically expanding and reshaping itself — length, girth, curve, and sensitivity perfectly adapting to the MILF’s deepest, most secret desires.

Once intercourse ends, the enhanced size lingers for a full ten minutes before slowly returning to its original proportions.

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Nyle read the description carefully, his eyes tracing every word. His gaze drifted downward to the growing bulge that strained against his pants.

*Knock-Knock*

He stood up, closed the system panel with a swipe, and got closer to the door.

"Fucking melons," he said, peering through the peephole.

Nyle knew exactly who it was.

Exhaling a deep breath, he opened the door while he forced himself to remain calm and innocent.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Silence.

A soft blush crept across Fiona’s cheeks.

Nyle noticed it and kept his face neutral, trying not to stare at her massive tits while his left hand stayed buried in his pocket, gripping his cock.

"Hey, Nyle. What are you doing?" Fiona asked, breaking the silence as she twirled a strand of hair between her fingers.

’Shit, what should I say?’ he thought, meeting her eyes. "I... was about to make my lunch," he answered with a smile.

She smiled back, warm and bright, but no words came. They seemed caught in her throat.

’Something’s off with her. Is she attracted to me? Hehe,’ he thought, a private smirk curling inside his mind.

"Please, come inside," Nyle said, stepping aside and gesturing welcomingly with his right hand while his left stayed buried deep in his pocket.

Fiona obeyed and stepped forward. The first thing she noticed was the mess of his room — clothes tossed over the chair and beside the bed, a plate with leftover bread crumbs still sitting on the makeshift dining table — everything unorganized.

Standing right beside her, Nyle quietly activated his new skill.

"Status," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

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<{ INSPECT }>

Name: Fiona Fernaze

Age: 29

HP: 2000/2000

Attraction: 81%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 10%

Description: A sexually frustrated housewife who hides her forbidden desires by keeping herself busy with household chores, cooking, and reading medieval storybooks.

<[ SEX_LIFE: UNSATISFIED ]>

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"What are you doing, ma’am?" Nyle asked, refocusing his eyes and narrowing them.

Fiona froze on the spot. "What? I’m just picking it up."

While Nyle was still reading her description, she walked forward, picked up his few clothes from the floor and draping them over her arm without asking.

"I know, but..." he stopped mid-sentence and stepped closer. "I don’t want to see your hands dirty, ma’am," he said, withdrawing the clothes from her arm.

Fiona’s thoughts immediately began to raced.

A visible blush spread across her face.

’Aww... did he just said he doesn’t want to see me struggle? Is that why he took the clothes from my hands?’ she wondered, watching him gather the pile of clothes and set them beside the bathroom door.

Nyle strolled toward the kitchen. Meanwhile, Fiona following behind him, her movements quiet.

He pulled the fridge open and spotted the half-empty bottle of orange soft drink like Fanta.

An evil smile spread across his face.

Peeking around the edge of the fridge door, he caught her staring straight at him.

’Hehe... How about I test another capsule?’ he thought, a perverted smirk curling his lips.

"Fiona ma’am," Nyle said, his tone neutral as he held a cabbage in his palm, "can you please sit for a second?"

She nodded and turned, settling calmly into the chair at the makeshift dining table. Meanwhile, Nyle dropped the cabbage onto the kitchen counter with a dull thud before opening the system shop and pulling a soft drink from the fridge.

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"Thanks for waiting," Nyle said, extending the glass toward her with a smile.

Fiona accepted it, her fingers brushing his as she stared down at the drink. It was her favorite — chilled orange soft drink with ice cubes. A soft smile touched her lips.

"Cheers," said Nyle, raising his own glass slightly.

Fiona smiled back. "Cheers..."

*Clink*

*Glug-Glug-Glug*

As they drank together, Nyle casually steered the conversation toward the weather.

Barely four minutes, and her voice began to soften, growing lower and lower.

A slow heat bloomed deep inside her body and spread through her veins.

Fiona lowered her gaze and stared down at the table while she walked.

"...Yeah, the heat today is no joke," Nyle lied smoothly, casually agreeing with her. "The weather app is also showing 35 degrees Celsius."

Fiona didn’t respond right away like she had moments earlier. She stared down at her empty glass, slowly rolling it between her fingers as though lost in deep thought.

"Yes... but why does this room feel so hot?" she murmured, her voice low. "Uff..." She fanned herself with a hand.

When she lifted her gaze to him, Nyle saw her cheeks flushed deep red and a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead.

For a brief second, she bit down on her lower lip.

He noticed it instantly.

’Oh... yeah, she’s feeling it,’ he thought, a dark, evil smile spreading inside his mind.