SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

*Rumble*

The thunder rumbled at the exact moment she screamed on the balcony, which barely suppressed her filthy moans.

Her womb swallowed his cum like a mini black hole — not a single drop dripped from her pussy.

’Ahh... he did shoot it, even after I said so... not to,’ she thought, her eyes rolling back.

They were glassy and blurry with happy tears as she gazed at the dark sky. ’After all, he’s a grown man... not like my husband, who always obeys me like a guy. Agh... I’m definitely getting preg—’

*Plap!*

"Ngh! Haah..." She clenched her jaw, eyes widening in shock.

"Oh, you thought it was over?" he grinned, whispering warmly against her ear. "Heh... We’re just getting started sweetheart."

"Oh... yes, give me more," she panted, her tongue lolling out like a bitch craving another load.

*PLAP!*

***

*Knock-Knock!*

...

*Knock-Knock!-Knock!!*

Nyle’s ear twitched at the sound. He slowly opened his eyes and reached under his pillow for his phone — it was 6:02 AM.

’Ahm... mmm..." he mumbled, slowly coming to his senses.

*Knock!-Knock*

The persistent knocking finally forced him to get up.

Beside him, Fiona slept peacefully, naked with a calm, contented smile on her face as though she were having a pleasant dream.

As he reluctantly sat up, her fingers, which had been resting on his waist, brushed against his shaft, making it swell — growing bigger and thicker in an instant.

*Yawn~*

*Knock!-Knock!*

"Coming..." he muttered, his voice still heavy with sleep.

He glanced around the floor, spotted his towel, and picked it up. Wrapping it loosely around his waist, he ignored the obvious tent his hard cock was making, and walked toward the main door.

*Click*

"Hwaah... Yes?" Nyle murmured, half-opening the door while using it to shield his half-naked body.

"Are you deaf or something? You know how long I waited? Exactly ten minutes!" she snapped. "You know why? Because my husband is—"

She kept going on and on, venting until she was finally satisfied.

Nyle stared at her, forcing himself to stay steady. He calmly pressed his face against the door, using it as a makeshift wall to steal a quick nap while keeping his ears open.

Her complaints showed no sign of stopping.

’Who is this morning lady with a massive ass and hot latina like body? Does she even realise I ain’t... listening to a single word she’s throwing at me?’ he thought, his eyes flickering drowsily. ’If she doesn’t stop soon, I’d love to shove my cock into her mou...th and—’

*Snap-Snap*

"Hello, mister. Hey, I’m talking something serious here and you’re sleeping in front of me? What kind of behaviour is this?" she barked, her expression twisted in irritation. "Didn’t your parents show you how to respect elders?"

*Zz... Zzz~ Zzzz~*

The woman clenched her jaw and fist in sync, then pushed the door open with her bare hand. Nyle, still leaning against it, stumbled backward and fell onto the floor with a heavy thud.

*THUD*

"Aghh..." he groaned.

The moment she took a step into his room, her eyes widened in shock. His cock stood rigid, clearly tenting the loosely wrapped towel.

For a moment she simply stared, then stumbled back a step and nearly closed the door as her face began to blush softly — barely visible.

A few seconds later, Nyle opened the door while rubbing the back of his head. The lady stood straight, clutching her clipboard tightly with both arms.

"I’m so... sorry. What were you saying, Ma’am?" he asked, thinking he had simply fallen on his own.

"Your last month’s rent is due," she said, pulling a sheet of paper from her clipboard and handing it to him.

Nyle rubbed his eyes and read it carefully.

"Eighteen hundred fifty xollars?! Where did that extra fifty come from?" he asked, his tone sharp, eyes locked on her.

"Your electricity usage crossed two hundred units, last month. Don’t you see?" she replied, her eyes still avoiding his.

"That’s impossible. I barely stay in my room. I’ve been living here for three straight years, and not once have I crossed 150 units. There must be some mistake," Nyle said, frowning.

She sighed deeply, turned, and met his eyes. "Listen, I don’t care if you’ve stayed for years. Either you pay your rent or you can pack your things and fuck off," she replied rudely.

Nyle tilted his head slightly in confusion. He paused, glanced at the paper again, then met her eyes.

"Okay, I’ll send it within a week," he murmured, his voice calm but tense.

"It’s cash payment only," she said.

Hearing those words made his suspicions grow heavier. Normally, all payments were done through bank transfer or QR code to the landlord.

The woman standing before him was supposedly the landlord’s wife.

’Strange,’ he thought.

"I think I should try calling Mr. David first," he said, his tone cautious.

The woman pressed her palm against her forehead. ’What an idiot. I literally told him just a few seconds ago that my husband is in the hospital,’ she thought.

Nyle walked to his bed, pulled out his phone, and began calling the landlord right in front of her.

*Ringing... Ringing...*

She stood calmly on the threshold.

But the call was just a distraction.

"Status," he whispered, pressing the phone to his ear.

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<{INSPECT}>

Name: Carmilla Snith

Age: 32

HP: 2300/2300

Attraction: 0%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 10%

Description: A hot-headed housewife who loves spending money on herself, especially on her sex life by buying adult toys. She has harbored a strong BDSM fetish since her teenage years, but it has never been fulfilled by her husband.

<[SEX-LIFE: UNSATISFIED ]>

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’Fuck, no wonder God made her so curvy,’ Nyle thought as he pulled out his phone.

The landlord still wasn’t picking up.

"Umm... I actually don’t have cash on me right now. Can you come back later?" he asked, his tone apologetic.

Carmilla raised her head and paused for a moment, then sighed. "Fine. I’ll come tomorrow."

"Great," Nyle replied with a nod.

"Hwaah... haa... I thought you went for work," Fiona murmured, fixing her messy hair as she stood near the bedroom door.

"Fiona? What are you doing here?" Carmilla asked, her expression shifting to confusion.