SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

After nearly filling the glasses, Nyle set the jug down, picked up his glass, and began sipping it slowly before pulling out his phone and starting to play the game of patience called Fishing — where he simply waited for her to bite the bait.

Not long after, she picked up her glass and began drinking. The green apple popsicle was already kicking in, intensifying her thirst. In one motion, she gulped the rest down.

*Glup-Glup*

Nyle smirked to himself and set his glass down on the table.

"It feels so hot in here," he said, lifting his eyes to the ceiling fan and tugging at his T-shirt to let some air in.

Lana lifted her gaze and placed her empty glass on the table. "Don’t worry. Just stay calm and keep your body relaxed. Everything will be alright."

Nyle gave a small nod and remained silent.

"Status," he murmured.

A blue translucent screen appeared beside her.

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<{INSPECT}>

Name: Lana Hornel

Age: 30

HP: 2200/2200

Attraction: 32% ~> 33% ~> 38%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 22% ~> 23% ~> 26% ~> 29%

Description: A highly perverted woman with a strong craving for anal sex. She once dreamed of opening a women-only parlour in the city of Mexus, but her marriage had shattered those hopes and her sex life had been brutally stifled by her husband’s dull, nerdy nature.

<[ SEX-LIFE: UNSATISFIED ]>

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Her lust and attraction percentages were rising rapidly. Nyle simply stared at the numbers. Once they crossed sixty percent, she lifted her right leg over her left, her eyes gazing up at the ceiling fan.

"Yeah, it feels hot in here," she said, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks.

"I mean, if we just stay calm and keep ourselves relaxed, everything will be alright," Nyle said in a deliberately calm voice.

Lana glanced at him, her eyes narrowing slightly into a playful, knowing smile. In response, Nyle quickly looked away, turning his full attention to his phone.

Just then, Lana rose without a word and turned left into the hallway, heading straight for the toilet. Right before she vanished from the living room, Nyle activated his skill and inspected her.

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<{INSPECT}>

Name: Lana Hornel

Age: 30

HP: 2200/2200

Attraction: 98% ~> 99%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 92% ~> 94%

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Five minutes later, he received a personal message from her.

Lana: Nyle, can you return to the shop as soon as possible? They need you there.

He paused for a moment and read her message from the notification bar.

Normally, her phone wouldn’t show the double blue tick if he didn’t open the message.

Nyle immediately hurried to the doorstep, picked up his shoe, returned to the living room to grab his bag, and hid himself behind the four-seater sofa before replying.

"Okay, ma’am," he typed.

From outside, his body was completely concealed. Within a few minutes another message arrived.

Lana: Did you leave?

Nyle: Yes, ma’am. I just stepped onto an E bus.

Lana reacted with a thumbs-up emoji.

Nyle’s ears twitched at the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

*Step-Step-Step*

*Click-Clack*

*Tap*

*Thud*

A minute later, Nyle slowly rose to his feet and glanced around. The living room was quiet now, and the ceiling fan above him was slowing to a lazy stop.

With the stealth of the Pink Panther, Nyle moved across the floor without a sound and pressed his ear against Lana’s bedroom door.

Soft, breathy moans drifted through the wood — low and intimate at first, then growing heavier and heavier.

Just hearing them was enough to wake Nyle’s little brother from its nap.

Nyle smiled with a perverted grin, his eyes dropping to the doorknob. The more he listened, the louder the sounds became.

He carefully turned the knob and pushed the door open just a crack, then pulled out his phone, turned on the camera, and shoved it through the narrow gap — steadily extending his hand higher and higher for a better view.

Three minutes in, he withdrew his phone and watched the video silently.

"Sheesh, she’s watching porn and fingering herself at the same time. Damn, Mrs. Lana," he murmured with a hint of excitement.

Nyle shoved his phone through the gap again, raising it higher than before. In the previous recording, half the frame was the headboard and half was her body.

But as he lifted the phone even higher, his finger slipped, and it dropped onto the floor with a hard thud.

*THUD!*

"Oh shit!" he muttered.

Lana panicked. She slammed her phone shut and spun around. "Who’s there?!" she barked.

Nyle crouched low and snatched his phone — It had survived the fall damage.

She jumped off the bed and rushed to the door, yanking it open to reveal Nyle standing there.

"Hi, Mrs. Lana," he said with a smile, hands clasped behind his back, still gripping the phone tightly.

Lana’s face was flushed red, her oversized t-shirt barely covering her body and doing nothing to hide her glistening wet pussy.

Her mind raced, thinking: How did he get inside? I locked the main door... But more importantly — how long had he been there?

"You saw it, didn’t you?" she asked, her tone trembling with embarrassment.

"What are you talking about?" he replied, keeping his voice innocent and calm.

"I know you know it. Young man, you’re in serious trouble right now," she said, her tone shifting into a mix of anger and nervousness.

Nyle raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"I saw you pick up your phone. Give me your phone!" Lana demanded, extending her hand.

Nyle refused.

"Okay, So... You’re not going to hand me that easily huh, right? Even though you know I have the power to fire you from your job," she said, her tone threatening.

"Hmm... so this is how you want to play," he murmured with a low chuckle. "Heh... okay, fine."

He shoved his phone into his right pocket, stepped forward, and kicked the door shut behind him.

*Click*

"You know, actually," he whispered, taking a slow step forward with each word, "I caught you red-handed. I caught you fingering yourself while you watched that POV porn... and I recorded it on my phone in 4K."

Lana felt his aura closing in. She took a step back, then another, then another — until her back hit the wall, while her eyes stayed on him with every step.

"Firing me won’t solve your problem," he continued, "and I’m not the type of guy who posts someone’s private moments on the internet."

Lana swallowed hard, eyes wide. "T-Then just delete that video," she stammered.