SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

As Lana and Dover were discussing something that Nyle could barely hear, her phone rang. She picked it up and pressed it against her ear.

Meanwhile, Dover pulled out his own phone and rotated it horizontally. A familiar game sound came from it, catching Nyle’s attention.

*Music*

’Is he playing Clash of Realms?’ Nyle thought, then focused on his gaze on Doner’s round glasses. ’Bruh, who even plays this trash game these days? Only a nerd would—’

"What?! Seriously?" Lana exclaimed, her tone sharp with surprise as her face showed a hint of astonishment.

She ended the call and turned with a smile, only to find her husband busy playing games.

"Ahm, ahm," she cleared her throat.

Dover immediately turned toward her with a nervous smile. "Yes, what did they say?" he asked.

Nyle turned his head as Lana began discussing something in a low murmur that he couldn’t understand at all. But the moment he shifted his gaze to the counter, he saw something strange.

He saw Simon’s cheeks bloated like a squirrel as if he was eating something. Simon slowly lifted his index finger and placed it between his lips while chewing quietly.

Nyle understood instantly.

While his focus had been on Lana’s hourglass body, Simon had casually eaten a donut — and now he was caught perfectly in 4K.

Nyle smiled and casually shook his head in a gesture that clearly said, It’s fine, I won’t tell anybody.

Just then, Queena entered with another six order slips. Simon’s eyes widened in panic. He quickly turned away from her and began chewing faster.

Nyle calmly stepped forward, blocking her view as he took the slips from her hand.

*Cough-cough*

Simon coughed for a second and turned back around. Nyle pinned the slips in front of them, and the two read them together.

Four dine-in orders and two takeaways.

Nyle pulled out the paper packets and began filling them with donuts, while Simon handled the dine-in orders.

Meanwhile, Lana and Dover stood in confusion, trying to decide whom to choose for lifting the boxes. Both glanced at their employees: Antonio was frying donuts with earbuds in, Franco was focused on making the dough, and Simon and Nyle were busy packing orders.

Logically speaking, Franco would be the best choice. He had the physique of someone who rarely skipped the gym — healthy, strong, and of average height.

But the problem was that he was the dough maker, and there was no telling how long it would take to move the many boxes from point A to point B.

"No, Dover. Taking Franco is a risky move," she said, her tone firm, eyes narrowed.

"Then whom should we take?" Dover asked.

Lana glanced at the staff briefly. After thinking for a moment, her eyes settled on Nyle.

"Our new employee," she replied.

"You mean Nyle?" he asked.

"Yes. Although he doesn’t look as physically fit as Franco, he has a decent body, and he’s new, so there’s no risk in taking him as our personal mover," she said confidently.

Dover gave a small nod. "Great idea."

Lana waited for Nyle to finish his current orders.

Once he was done, she approached with a catlike walk and said, "Nyle, can you come here for a second?"

Nyle turned calmly and walked over to her. Simon snuck a quick glance, then snatched another donut and dipped it into the melted chocolate.

"Yeah, ma’am?" he answered.

...

For the next few minutes, Lana explained the situation and the misunderstanding between the two parties. But as the matter was settled and they reached a compromise, the moving company offered free delivery — only without any actual movers.

"No problem, ma’am. I’ll be happy to help," Nyle said, his tone steady.

Lana smiled and told him to follow her. Antonio turned sideways and narrowed his eyes as he watched Nyle walk behind her. At the same time, Dover pulled his phone out and headed toward the private room.

...

Outside, Lana booked a taxi. When it arrived, they both climbed in.

Nyle quickly slipped his bag from his shoulder and set it on his lap to conceal the instant boner he had gotten when Lana leaned forward and raised her ass high, clearly revealing the outline of her panties.

The afternoon sun blazed high above them as the taxi moved through the bustling streets. Cars honked constantly, pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, and the tall buildings reflected the bright sunlight, creating a shimmering haze.

Soon, the taxi came to a stop and they stepped out.

"Huh?" Nyle furrowed his brow. "Aren’t we going to your house to pick up the boxes?"

"After this," Lana replied with a smile.

They entered Victoria’s Shopping Mall — a well-known destination for women’s dresses and designer outfits. The tall building featured white marble polished with elegant gold stripes, giving it a luxurious, premium look from the outside.

"Nyle, can you pick up a trolley? Thank you," she said, pointing toward the row of carts.

Nyle obeyed, keeping himself composed as he grabbed a trolley and followed her into the mall.

...

An hour later, both of his hands were filled with shopping bags. A small cut throbbed on his thumb — he had gotten it while pulling a dress from the sharp edge of a shelf.

"Nyle, there’s a pharmacy just a hundred and fifty meters to the right. Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute," Lana said, checking the GPS on her phone.

As she barely took a step forward, Nyle called out to her. "Ma’am, it’s better if I go in this burning heat," he said, his tone polite but firm. "I’ll be right back."

Before she could protest, he placed the shopping bags beside her feet, offering a quick, reassuring nod. Then he turned and jogged toward the sidewalk.

Lana stood frozen near the mall’s entrance, with the afternoon sun glowing on her shoulders as she watched him disappear around the corner.

Once out of sight, Nyle slowed to a steady walk. He pulled out his phone and followed the GPS directions.

"Never thought I would cut my own finger just to get closer to her," he murmured under his breath.

At the pharmaceutical shop, Nyle stepped up to the counter, the cool blast of air conditioning a welcome relief against his skin.

"Excuse me, a finger bandage please, and a—"