SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

"I don’t care... just cum in me," she begged, her voice trembling with need. ’Raw sex feels so much better~’ she thought.

Nyle grinned wicked, rubbed her clit in circles, teasing, intensifying the pleasure.

"Anh—"

*Knock-knock*

They both jerked in panic, perfectly in sync.

Shit!

"Honey... open the door," a man’s voice called from outside.

"Oh shit, why is he here?" Nyle muttered. "Didn’t you say he went to the shopping mall?"

Fiona’s eyes widened. "Y-Yeah... for grocery shopping."

"Are you fucking crazy? That’s a supermarket. It’s literally right fucking nearby," he whispered harshly.

"Fuck, what do I do now? What do I do..." she whimpered, her eyes dropping to the floor. "Hide! Hide under the bed, quick!" She pointed frantically beneath the bed.

Nyle cursed under his breath and dropped to the floor, shoving his body under the bed like a desperate snake.

To his surprise, the bed was big enough to conceal him, but as Fiona gave a quick scan for any visible spots, she panicked and dropped down to whisper.

"Nyle, your cock is still visible! Hide it, quick!" she whispered, lowering herself closer.

"Fuck, it’s not bending at all," he muttered.

"Hurry!" she said.

"I’m trying!" said Nyle.

*Knock-knock*

Fiona grabbed a towel, and rushed to the kitchen.

She splashed water on her face, then hurried back to the main door.

*Click*

She opened it.

"Honey, where were you? I knocked so many times," Roland said with a neutral expression.

"I-I was just about to take a shower," she stammered with a hint of nervousness. "And heard you knocking."

*Click*

Roland closed the door behind him, glanced at her briefly, then casually walked past her with the grocery bag in his hand.

To Fiona’s surprise, her husband didn’t seem suspicious at all.

Meanwhile, under the bed, Nyle could see their feet and hear every word.

His heart hammered against the floorboards.

He kept one hand clamped around his throbbing cock, forcing it flat against his stomach.

Yet it refused to soften.

Every tiny shift made the sensitive head brush against his skin, sending unwanted sparks of lust through him.

He bit down on his lip, terrified that even the slightest sound would give him away.

...

A few seconds later, Roland walked into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe.

Fiona followed close behind him. Her heartbeat quickened the closer her husband drew to the bed.

"Darling, your T-shirt is drenched in sweat," she said, forcing a sweet tone as she extended her hand. "Let me take it off and wash it for you later."

Roland paused, his suspicion rising.

Fiona was never this attentive or sugary. Still, as a loving husband, he brushed the odd feeling aside and smiled. "Sure, thanks, honey," and pulled the T-shirt over his head and handed it to her.

Fiona took the shirt with a nervous smile on her face, her eyes slowly drifting toward the bed. That’s when her heart stopped — Nyle’s toes were sticking out from under the edge of the bed frame, clearly visible.

She glanced at her husband and moved quickly, stepping in front of Roland to block his view. Then she casually tapped Nyle’s exposed foot with her own — hard enough to warn him.

At the same time, Roland walked past her toward the closed window. "It’s going to rain heavily," he murmured, reaching for the latch.

Fiona’s heart nearly stopped. Roland’s feet passed mere inches from Nyle’s hiding spot. One glance downward and everything would shatter. But he didn’t look. He simply opened the window, letting cold air breeze in.

But before Roland turned back, she stepped forward and calmly wrapped her hand around his soft, round stomach.

"Indeed, it’s going to storm," she said, her tone playful. "how about I make your favourite fish curry tonight."

"Sounds great," he replied.

...

A few minutes of sweet-talking, Fiona managed to convince her husband to go to the bathroom, with the excuse that she needed to wash the fish first.

Once Roland stepped inside, Fiona hurried back to the bedroom and whispered, "Hey, get up! Hurry!"

Nyle quickly twisted his body and slid out from under the bed in a smooth motion.

"Phew, that was close," he murmured, glancing at her.

"Hurry, go to your room," she said, her tone urgent.

Nyle glanced down at himself. "Where’s my towel?"

Fiona stepped into the living room, scanned it quickly, and froze. "Oh no, my husband took it."

"Seriously?" Nyle said.

Out of options, Nyle snatched the towel from her breasts, kissed her hard for a second, and squeezed her boobs at the same time.

Then he wrapped the towel around his waist and slipped out of her room before anyone could notice him — or the obvious tent in the towel.

*Thud*

Nyle leaned his back against the door, chest still heaving.

"Finally, whew... Bitch almost got me caught," he muttered, shaking his head. ’I should take a shower now,’ he thought.

As Nyle took a few steps, the towel slipped from his waist and dropped to the floor. He turned and noticed a corner of it was still stuck in the door.

Casually, he walked back, opened the door just to grab the fabric, and pulled it free before closing the door again.

But what he didn’t notice was, at that exact moment, a woman ascending the stairs had caught a split-second view of his hard cock.

***

Hours blurred.

The heavy rain began pouring outside, turning everything into a foggy, misty haze as he looked out the window.

The air had grown cold, and small hailstones had begun falling a few minutes earlier.

Nyle returned his gaze to his phone. In his job’s group chat, everyone was discussing tomorrow’s rain. Yet the owner had replied coldly that no matter what, they had to arrive on time.

Nyle didn’t react to the messages.

It was already midnight, yet he didn’t feel the slightest bit of sleep, nor did his eyelids grow heavy.

*Ting*

A message from Fiona.

"Open your door," she texted, along with a smirk emoji.