SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

*Brr... Brr...*

A notification popped up on Nyle’s phone, making his phone vibrate in his pocket. He checked it and saw a new message from Lana in the official group chat.

Lana: We’ll reach in half an hour.

Instantly, Queena reacted with a thumbs-up emoji, followed by Alena.

A perverted smile spread across Nyle’s face as he tapped on her profile and stared at Lana’s bikini picture.

"Hey, Nyle," said Franco, dropping a tray of freshly fried donuts onto the counter with a soft clatter.

Nyle jerked slightly and turned around, quickly locking his phone with his thumb. "Yes?" he replied.

"I know it’s weird to ask something like this, but... do you have any feelings for Queena?" Franco asked bluntly.

"What? Obviously not," Nyle replied.

"Thank you," said Franco before turning away.

Nyle furrowed his brow in confusion, wondering what the fuck that was for? before shrugging it off.

He turned and resumed his work — dipping the warm, freshly baked donut into the glossy vanilla, chocolate, strawberry and many more sauces.

At the same time, Simon returned from the washroom and quietly resumed his work alongside Nyle — making the chocolate bombs.

...

Half an hour later, Lana entered the kitchen from the back. Everyone turned their gaze toward her — blue leggings, a dark green oversized T-shirt, a handbag slung over her shoulder, and premium-looking sunglasses.

Nyle’s eyes shone when he saw the Goka-Gola can in her right hand.

"Good morning, boys," she greeted with a warm smile.

Everyone greeted her back in unison.

From behind, her husband followed her into the kitchen.

Nyle’s gaze drifted to Dover — wearing a white shirt tucked into his beige pants with a loose brown leather belt around his waist. Round glasses sat on his nose, his hair neatly parted to the side, and his round face featured two prominent front teeth that looked like powrah.

"Hello everyone," he said warmly, flashing his two prominent front teeth.

Still, everyone greeted him normally — too normally.

Queena entered the kitchen carrying six fresh order slips, and placed them beside Simon.

Simon hooked them onto the order board with a pin and began reading them, with Nyle looking on as well.

Both husband and wife strolled past them, close enough for Nyle to catch the faint scent of Lana’s chocolatey perfume and the low murmur of their conversation — something about delivery.

The plan he had formed the moment he saw Lana — to drop a capsule into her drink — had been ruined by her husband’s presence.

For now, Nyle calmly shook his head and re-focused on his job, pulling out six paper boxes at once and neatly filling them with donuts.

Within minutes, all the orders were packed. Queena gathered all six and marched toward the main counter to deliver them.

At the same time, two men carrying cardboard boxes on their shoulders entered from the back door. They were wearing blue and yellow T-shirts with blue caps bearing the company logo.

Franco, who had been dumping flour into the mixer, stopped and wiped his hands on his white apron before moving the rack beside him, revealing a hidden door — the storage room with no nameplate on it.

At the same time, Lana returned to the kitchen from the front door.

Nyle quickly turned his gaze toward her and noticed she was no longer holding the Goka-Gola can, nor anything he could use against her.

Nyle observed carefully as the men stored items like flour, refined oil, and other donut-making supplies into the storage room.

Dover, who had been in the office, came out holding his phone to his ear, talking to someone. He calmly walked over to his wife and handed her the phone while staring at the movers.

"What?! No, I literally said fifty, not fifteen!" Lana exclaimed, her tone sharp with frustration.

Everyone turned their gazes toward her as she placed her palm on her forehead, as though something terrible had happened.

While she was busy arguing on the phone, Franco casually walked closer to Antonio.

"Ant, I have something to tell you," he whispered, leaning close to Antonio’s ear while Antonio was busy frying the new batch of donuts.

"Yeah... what? I’m listening," Antonio replied.

Franco lifted his hand to the side of his mouth like a shield and whispered, "I found out Nyle doesn’t even like her."

Antonio turned, his eyes wide. "What? Seriously? Why? I mean how do you know?"

Franco smiled and replied, "I know because I asked him."

"Asked him?" said Antonio, tilting his head slightly, eyes narrowed.

Franco nodded. "Yeah, I asked him and he just said no, which means he doesn’t like her. Which means it’s your time to shine, buddy," he said, placing his hand on Antonio’s shoulder.

Antonio laughed to himself and calmly placed his hand near Franco’s ear, mirroring him, and murmured, "Are you an idiot?"

"No," said Franco.

"He could’ve just lied to your face, don’t you think?" Antonio said.

Franco paused for a moment.

"I thought you saw or really found something, like a secret or whatever, stupid," Antonio muttered.

While he was busy chatting with Franco, Dover walked over to his station and glanced at the fryer.

"Isn’t it burned already?" Dover asked with a confused expression.

Antonio turned his gaze to the fryer only to find half-uncooked and half-overcooked donuts floating in the oil.

"Shit. Um, I-It’s not... it’s just for, ah... texture," Antonio stammered, replying almost immediately.

Dover nodded, rubbing his chin — his silent gesture saying Okay more clearly than words ever could.

Antonio quickly fished the ruined donuts out with a spider strainer and set it aside. Clenching the strainer’s handle tightly, he turned to Franco.

"You see what you did?" he said, his voice low and sharp. "It happened because of you."

Franco raised both arms with a mix of iembarrassment and defensiveness, more like a sheepish surrender. "Chill, man. I’ll make a new batch," he muttered before turning back to his station now that the movers had finished their job.

Lana ended the call, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh. "Haah..."

"What happened, dear?" Dover asked, standing beside her.

"Nothing serious," she replied, though her tone carried a mid of concern and frustration. "But we have a problem regarding the supplies."