SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

The sun had dipped low on the horizon as Nyle glanced out the window, gently pulling the curtains aside.

With a satisfied smile, he slipped back into his clothes, then leaned over and took a final selfie of the day right beside her cum-dripping asshole.

He flashed a cocky V-sign with his fingers before leaving her house, having ruined her once-tight anal ring and left her on her messed-up bed in an irreparable condition.

*Thud*

Once he stepped outside, a wave of warm air hit his face. Inside the house, it had been cool and perfectly balanced thanks to the air conditioning.

He twisted his body, turned to look at the house one last time, then closed the gate latch and walked toward the nearest bus stop.

The Hoogle map showed that it was a five-minute walk.

Calmly, he walked forward as people, electric bikes, and cars passed by silently.

Suddenly, a translucent screen popped up in his vision.

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Congratulations on reaching level 4.

Reward has been deposited in your inventory.

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Then a realization hit him — upon reaching level four, he had been guaranteed a legendary skill chest.

Nyle quickly opened his system with a right-hand swipe and went straight to his inventory. A small 3D holographic chest was floating inside a square box.

He tapped it.

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Do you want to open the skill chest? Y/N

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’Wait, just a skill chest? If I remember correctly, it’s a legendary skill, which means it should be...’ he thought, stopping at the corner of the road.

Excitedly, he tapped on "Yes."

The chest glowed green, blue, orange, and magenta before settling on gold.

Another screen appeared.

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<{ SKILL }>

Barren Throne (Active): Upon activation, the user becomes completely infertile for the duration the skill remains active, and the chance of causing or experiencing pregnancy drops to absolute zero percent, regardless of other factors.

The skill has no fixed duration or cooldown. Instead, the cooldown is equal to the total time the skill was kept active. (For example: if the skill is active for 47 minutes, it will enter a 47-minute cooldown once deactivated.)

If the skill is turned on mistakenly or forgotten to be turned off, it will automatically deactivate within 24 hours.

Chant: ( Not set ) <[Add]>

[ Voice command required to activate the skill. Click [Add] to set the command. ]

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"Hmm... a chant. What should I give it?" he murmured, glancing at the orangish sky.

Nyle clicked on [Add] and said, "Abracadabra."

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Chant: "Abracadabra" has been selected successfully.

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"Great, what a banger skill I got," he muttered, re-reading the description as he walked. ’Now I don’t need to hold back my powers, when I knock them up, I don’t need to worry about filling them for nine months,’ he thought, an evil smile spreading across his cheeks.

When he reached the bus stop, a bus had just arrived and left — he had missed it by just a second. With no choice, he waited for the next bus along with sixty-nine other people.

Soon, a red bus arrived from the right. Nyle stepped onto the platform and waited for the doors to open.

Normally, the front door opened first for passengers to get off, emptying the bus. He glanced toward the front as people stepped down one after another. Just then, his eyes spotted a familiar figure — Queena.

To his surprise, she also saw him. Both of them stared at each other with confused expressions.

Then the back door opened. Nyle swallowed hard, turned, and stepped into the bus. He wrapped his fingers around a strap handle and blended into the crowd.

Nyle saw her one last time. Queena looked completely flabbergasted, with a hint of suspicion.

"Shit, she’s definitely going to ask tomorrow. Damn it, everything was going so smoothly," he muttered.

’Argh! We’ll see what happens,’ he thought.

***

Once he stepped out of the bus, he strode toward the supermarket to buy groceries, and returned — carrying a paper bag filled with vegetables and instant noodles for emergencies.

As he got closer to his apartment, he turned left into another lane and saw Roland on the right, standing near a streetlamp.

Nyle crossed the road and walked toward him, since his apartment gate would be just after the right turn.

"What are you doing, sir?" Nyle asked in a calm tone.

Roland jerked and turned around. He sighed, placing his hand on his heart, and clenched his jaw.

Nyle glanced at him for a second, lifting his chin slightly. As Roland looked back at him in silence, Nyle ignored him and started to walk past.

"Ahm... hm," Roland mumbled.

Nyle turned his gaze. Roland gestured for him to come closer.

"Yes?" said Nyle.

Roland took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Listen, I have a question for you. Do you or did you saw or see anyone coming inside our apartment? Any person?" he said, his tone urgent.

Nyle narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean? There are ten floors in total, so people come and go all the time."

Roland shook his head slightly in disappointment. "No, I mean at my room — 7B. Did you see any man coming in except me?"

Nyle paused for a moment before replying. "No, but why are you asking?"

Roland explained to him that he suspected his wife was cheating on him with someone else, but he had no proof, no evidence, and no eyewitnesses.

"I... don’t think Fiona ma’am would do something like that," Nyle said, his tone calm.

"That’s what I thought, but I’m pretty sure that whenever I leave the house, she brings someone in," Roland muttered under his breath.

A brief silence settled between them until Nyle broke it.

"So... what is your plan, sir?" he asked, glancing at Roland.

Roland wrapped his fingers around his chin, his eyes drifting around as though searching for a solution. People passing by gave them strange, creepy glances as if they were up to something suspicious.

"Sir, I think..." he said nodding slightly, as he straightened his posture with clear determination. "I think I have a plan."