SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

A translucent screen flashed before his eyes for a quick split second, then vanished.

*Blink-Blink-Blink*

’What was that?’ Nyle thought.

He glanced around the park. No one else seemed to have noticed anything — just an ordinary cloudy afternoon, with kids playing in the sand and two old men playing chess under the trees.

’I should go back home and rest,’ he murmured under his breath.

Shaking his head, Nyle stood and began heading toward his apartment. The Skybrick Apartment — one of the cheapest low-cost housing blocks in Mexus.

Nyle let out a sigh.

"Haaah..."

...

*Ting*

The elevator doors shuddered open on the seventh floor.

Nyle stepped out into the hallway, only to see two muscular men, huffing past him with stacked medium sized cardboard boxes that smelled like dust and fresh brown tape.

Their footsteps echoed toward Room 7B.

Nyle paused, watching them disappear. Then he turned his head slowly to the right, settling his eyes on the familiar room number of his own door — 7A.

’A neighbour?’ he thought, brows drawing together.

Nyle took a few steps closer.

The two movers slipped inside 7B with their boxes.

A busty woman stepped out into the hallway — Long black hair, brown eyes, simple brown T-shirt, beige leggings, and blue crocs.

However, she was no stranger.

It was Fiona — his old school teacher.

Fiona turned and spotted Nyle; her face twitched twice before settling. It had been nearly a decade since they’d last seen each other.

"Nyle? Is that you?" she asked in pure astonishment.

"What a surprise Miss Fiona, how are you?" Nyle replied matching her tone.

She stepped closer. They stood together beside the wooden doorframe of 7A.

Nyle swallowed hard, suddenly aware of just how close she was.

Fiona’s heavy breasts strained gently against the fabric of her T-shirt, her nipples poking insistently through the fabric like hard little pebbles. The warm, rose-scented presence of her body washed over him — sweet and intoxicating.

An unexpected wave of discomfort washed over Nyle.

’Damn, still fucking huge,’ Nyle murmured to himself.

"It’s good to see you again," Fiona said with a warm smile. "You’ve grown so big since the last time I saw you."

Nyle dragged his lustful gaze upward to her beautiful face and forced himself to stay calm, shoving his left hand deep into his pocket.

"It’s good to see you too, Miss Fiona," he replied, his voice slightly rough. "I never thought I would meet you so unexpectedly, here, I mean, you know what I mean."

They both smiled, the initial surprise easing as they slipped into normal conversation, catching up on the years that had passed.

...

"Oh really? It must’ve been tough for you," Fiona said, folding her arms beneath her chest.

Nyle gave a small nod.

"And what about your grandma?" she asked, showing genuine concern. "Is she doing well?"

"She died two years ago," Nyle said quietly.

"Oh... I’m so sorry to hear that." Fiona’s face fell. "May her soul rest... in peace."

As they continued talking, one of the movers stepped out of 7B, wiping his hands on his jeans and inadvertently interrupting their conversation.

"Ma’am, we’ve placed and done everything as you instructed," he said with a polite smile. "Please take a look if you want any changes."

While She looked around her new 2BHK apartment. Nyle scanned the room as well.

The cemented walls were bare, the floor spotless, a wooden table sat centered atop a wide rose-colored carpet, and red curtains framed the sliding glass windows.

Then he spotted a rectangular photo frame resting on the table.

’Wait... she’s married?’ Nyle thought, his gaze locking onto the photograph. It showed a man, a woman, and a small child who looked about five years old.

His eyes narrowed as he studied the man standing beside her — Fiona’s husband.

But the face in the photograph was no stranger to him. It belonged to none other than Sir Roland — one of his former school teachers, a history teacher, the very man he had always hated, and vice versa.

"Sir Roland?" he whispered under his breath.

A vivid memory flashed through his mind: the day he had caught Sir Roland secretly watching porn in the school library, the explicit scene clearly reflected in the glass window behind him.

"It’s perfect, just as I wanted," Fiona said.

The two movers stood in the doorway.

"Thanks, ma’am. If you need anything else moved, just call our customer service," one of them said, smiling.

As they were about to leave, the second mover stopped midway and turned to face her.

"Ma’am, could you please give us a five-star rating on the app? It would really help us out," he added.

Fiona nodded. "Sure."

They turned and left with smiles on their faces. Hearing that, Nyle turned casually and walked toward the exit door.

"I think I should go," he said with a polite smile.

As he stepped across the threshold, Fiona grabbed his upper arm — the very arm he had been using to hide his erection — and gently pulled him back.

He hadn’t even noticed her move. His eyes locked onto hers.

"Wait, Nyle. You’re my guest now," she said, her voice soft and inviting. "Let me at least get you a glass of water."

He gave a small nod. "Okay."

She turned and headed straight for the kitchen. Nyle glanced down and froze at the sight of his rock-hard tent straining against his black trousers.

"Oh shit," he murmured. ’Is that why she smiled?’

Nyle pressed his throbbing cock firmly against his thigh to hide the bulge and stood straight beside the doorframe as he waited. Soon Fiona returned with a crystal-clear glass of water.

"Here," she said, handing it to him.

*Glug-glug... haah*

"Thanks, Mrs. Fiona," he said in a respectful tone as he passed the empty glass back to her.

Fiona smiled as she accepted it.

Nyle calmly stepped out of her apartment and quickly pulled out his keys to unlock his own door, which stood directly opposite hers.

*Thud*

[ SYSTEM INSTALLED SUCCESSFULLY ]