SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

Lana strutted like she was on a catwalk. Her curves swayed, hypnotic with every step, while her breasts—

*Boing-Boing*

"Simon, be honest. Why you’re always so late," she said, her tone sharp.

Simon lowered his gaze. "I... was playing video games with my friends, ma’am," he said, in a low voice.

"And...?" Lana pressed.

While they were busy talking, Nyle moved. The capsule materialised in his palm as he walked toward the water filter. He picked up a disposable plastic cup and began filling it, acting completely normal.

Then he glanced at her. Her arms were crossed as she continued scolding Simon.

Seeing his chance, Nyle casually drifted closer, shielding her can with his body. He hovered his hand over it, dropped the capsule cleanly, and quickly returned to his station.

No one saw it.

"If you’re late again, then don’t ask why I deduct a portion of your salary," she said, her tone uncompromising.

"No, I promise. It won’t happen again," Simon replied.

Then her gaze drifted toward Nyle, who stood beside Simon holding a half-filled cup. Lana stepped closer to him.

"Hey, Nyle. How does it feel on your first day?" she asked in a warm tone.

Nyle smiled, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "It feels great so far," he replied, spreading his arms wide. "Everyone’s been really welcoming, and Simon and I have recently delivered a lot of orders just before you stepped in. Especially Simon — he’s faster than me."

Lana gave a warm smile and patted his shoulder. "Glad to hear that. Keep it up," she said.

With that, she walked past him, then paused and turned to grab her can. Nyle smirked to himself as she picked it up. But before she could leave the kitchen, he activated his skill and read her description.

A blue semi-transparent rectangular screen materialized in front of his eyes.

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<{INSPECT}>

Name: Lana Hornel

Age: 30

HP: 2200/2200

Attraction: 3%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 12%

Description: A perverted woman with a strong craving for anal sex. She once dreamed of opening a women-only parlour in the city of Mexus, but her marriage had shattered those hopes.

Also, her sex life had been brutally stifled by her husband’s dull, nerdy nature.

<[ SEX-LIFE: UNSATISFIED ]>

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’Holy moly, an anal-craving bitch,’ he thought, his cock stiffening as he read it. ’Shit, calm down, little guy. It’s not the time to get hard.’

Shifting his gaze to the counter, he picked a donut from the tray, dipped it in the chocolate, and sprinkled toppings as though they were garnish.

However, he was waiting for the system to notify him.

...

Five minutes later.

The exhaust fan hummed overhead while the sizzle of frying donuts echoed through the kitchen.

Everything sounded perfectly ordinary — almost boring.

Just then, Queena entered the kitchen holding four order slips — two for dine-in and two for takeaway. Nyle and Simon both scanned the orders carefully.

"Nyle," Simon said, his tone commanding, "you handle the dine-in orders. I’ll take the takeaway."

Nyle gave a quick nod. Then grabbed two square plates and began plating it with precision.

Queena stood beside him, watching...

He dipped a spoon in melted chocolate and swept it across the plate in a smooth, elegant arc. Then placed a premade vanilla donut beside the decoration.

Few minutes in, both plates were ready to be served.

"It looks incredible," Queena said, stepping closer.

Nyle offered a faint smile. "It’s nothing."

Queena lifted the plates, but before turning away, she asked in a low, barely audible voice, "And how do I look?"

Nyle barely heard her.

She waited for a moment, no response. Then turned, heading back to the main counter.

The moment she left, Nyle turned. ’Did she say something?’ he thought.

Minutes later, she returned.

As she stepped closer, her voice carried slight nervous excitement. "Nyle, can you pass me the boxes."

Nyle narrowed his eyes, turned, grabbed the two boxes beside Simon and handed them over.

Queena took them, brushing her fingers against his. Her eyes lingered on him for a second before she turned and walked away.

"That’s weird," Nyle murmured to himself.

Simon raised eyebrows, surprised.

Normally, Queena would come right up to him and take the boxes herself, but this time she ignored him completely and asked the new guy to pass them instead.

*Cough!-Cough*

Antonio choked on the water he was drinking from the disposable cup. The harsh cough drew everyone’s attention.

Franco, standing beside him, stepped forward and patted his back.

A few moments later, raised voices erupted from behind the kitchen door.

It sounded as if two women were arguing, loud and heated.

Then Lana emerged from inside, picked up a disposable cup, and began filling it.

"Status," Nyle said, his voice low.

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<{INSPECT}>

Name: Lana Hornel

Age: 30

HP: 2200/2200

Attraction: 1%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 8%

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Nyle gave it a quick read and noticed that nothing had changed in her description.

’Didn’t she pick up her can and drink it?’ he wondered, dipping a donut into the cream.

But now, in his system, he didn’t have any coins left. That meant there was a high possibility he would be punished by the system.

...

Hours passed. The afternoon sun had almost dipped into evening.

With that, the first day of workday was over.

Nyle washed his face, returned to the kitchen, picked up his bag, and headed for the front door to leave.

The back door was locked from the inside.

But what he saw afterwards cleared his mind. On the main counter, the one where Queena handled customers — he spotted the Goga-Gola can sitting near the coffee machine.

At the same time, Queena came up behind him like a ninja and grabbed his hand, catching him off guard.

Nyle immediately turned and yanked his hand away. "What are you doing?"

Queena didn’t say a word. She simply turned her face away — her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.