SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

Nyle returned, carrying a small plastic bag filled with vegetables from the supermarket.

The journey had left him physically exhausted.

Another problem was the daily tasks. Only seven hours remained, yet none of them had been completed. His only hope was his neighbour. He tried calling her — but Fiona didn’t pick up. He tried texting — but it showed as offline.

*Sniff-Sniff*

"Hmm... I smell like a pig," he murmured. ’I should take a shower now.’

Nyle pulled off his outfit, grabbed a towel, and turned toward the bathroom.

*Music*

Suddenly, his phone rang — an incoming call from none other than Fiona herself. Nyle reached to pick it up, but she hung up before he could — it turned into a missed call. He tried calling her back, but she sent a message instead.

Fiona: My husband just went shopping. You’d better come now, or I’ll break your door and bust your nuts. You got ten seconds.

*Typing...*

Nyle: you’re insane.

She reacted with an eggplant emoji.

Nyle decided to charge his phone, wrapped the towel around his waist, and headed — not for her door, but out to his balcony. He figured, if her husband had just left, he could catch sight of the guy.

And he did.

Below, he saw Roland walking past the streetlight.

Nyle gave a faint smirk and left his room.

*Thud*

Ahead of him stood Fiona’s front door, slightly ajar, as if teasing him.

Nyle narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, barefoot, calm and composed.

Inside, it was pin-drop silent.

Suddenly, from behind, Fiona leaned out and yanked his towel away.

*Whoosh*

Nyle gasped and spun backward. The sudden motion sent his cock swinging in a wide horizontal arc, delivering a firm slap across her cheek.

*slap*

"Ah... how dare you," she said, standing upright and locking the door shut with a soft click.

*Click*

Nyle stared at her. She wore nothing but two towels — one wrapped tightly around her huge breasts, barely holding on as if a single flick could send it tumbling down, and another around her lower body.

"Status," he whispered under his breath.

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<{ INSPECT }>

Name: Fiona Fernaze

Age: 29

HP: 2000/2000

Attraction: 59%

Loyalty: 25%

Lust: 51%

Description: A sexually insatiable housewife who conceals her forbidden desires by keeping herself busy with household chores, cooking, and reading medieval story books.

<[ SEX_LIFE: NEUTRAL ]>

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"Where are you looking?" she asked, grabbing his shaft and giving it a slow, sloppy stroke.

Nyle’s breath hitched with a hint of excitement. His hand slid to her waist, gripping as he pulled her body against him.

Their eyes locked, heat rising between them.

"Those lips are meant to be kissed. Until you forget how to breathe," he murmured in a rough tone.

Fiona’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Oh really...? Then why don’t you show me?"

Nyle didn’t wait another second. He cupped the back of her neck, pulled her close, and captured her mouth in a deep, searing kiss.

*Smooch*

Their tongues swirled together in a heated dance.

They closed their eyes, savoring the pleasure surging through them.

*Suck-Lick-Lick-Suck!*

"Mmhm... hmm," she moaned breathlessly.

Fuck this towel.

*Fwap*

Nyle’s hands moved instantly, cupping her breasts as though they were powerful neodymium magnets and his palms the eager metal helplessly drawn to them.

*Squeeze! Squeeeeze! Squeeeeeeeeze!*

His fingers sank into her breasts like soft marshmallows.

*Pinch*

"Mhhnn~" she moaned, her words melted into muffled whimpers.

He slipped her other towel off, finally breaking the kiss so he could look her over. Her cheeks were red, eyes hungry, her body dripping with want. But her hand? her hand never stopped stroking his shaft.

*Chu~*

Fiona’s face blushed deep red, eyes glazed with lust. Her pussy dripped with generous amounts of slick arousal, while her hands kept stroking his shaft like it was the most precious thing she’d ever touched.

Which it is.

"How about we take a shower so I can clean your body," Nyle said, his tone low and teasing.

She lowered her gaze and paused for a quick glance at his throbbing cock — hard, huge, and heavy — then lifted her face to meet his.

Fiona licked her lips, slow and steady, as though she could already taste him.

"I’d love that," she said, her voice breathy.

Nyle lowered his body and pressed her thighs. She understood immediately and hopped onto his arms, wrapping her own around his back.

Nyle carried her to the bathroom.

In this apartment, every room followed the same identical layout: a short hallway first, the bedroom on the right, the kitchen on the left, where the rest of the living spaces were attached.

Nyle scanned the room as he moved. Spotting a fridge, a dining table with a flower vase in the center, and glasses lined up on the kitchen counter.

Another plan began cooking in his mind.

*Click*

Fiona turned the doorknob. Nyle pushed the door open with her and stepped inside — slow and deliberate. Once inside, he shifted and pinned her against the cool wall tiles with the solid heat of his body.

Her breath caught.

She leaned into him, eyes half-lidded, lips brushing the side of his neck like an alcohol swab before an injection.

*Lick-Bite-Suck*

Fiona pressed harder.

*Suck-Suck-Nom-suck!*

Nyle closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Oh fuck...

It tickled, sending sparks down his spine, but it made him hornier than ever.

Later, a dark claiming love bite bloomed on his neck.

Instead of lowering her to the floor, he shifted and maneuvered her until his thick cock hovered like a spear, aimed straight at her dripping pussy.

*Schlick... Plap!*

"Mhnnn! Ahh..." she moaned, breaking away from the love bite.