SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

Nyle leaned in and whispered his plan into Roland’s ear, cupping his hand beside his mouth like a shield.

"Sounds great," Roland said, his tone flat.

The plan was simple: Nyle would spy on Fiona. Whenever her husband left the house for work or shopping, Nyle would keep watch on the door. The moment he saw anyone approaching, he would immediately inform Roland.

Though Roland was smiling, it looked like a fake mask. Deep down, Nyle knew it was only a show.

After all, what had happened in the past had left a deep scar on Roland’s chest.

The mistake Nyle made was confiding in his best friend, Bondo. The two were like brothers, and everyone knew how close they were.

What happened was that Nyle told him he had seen Sir Roland watching porn. His so-called best friend then passed the information to someone else, then another — triggering a domino effect.

As the rumor spread, the story twisted and grew until it became: "Sir Roland was watching gay porn in the school library."

When the dust finally settled, the true source was identified — it was Bondo. But because Nyle was his closest friend, he was dragged into the scandal as well.

...

"Sir, let’s exchange our numbers," Nyle said, pulling out his phone.

Roland agreed.

With that, Nyle paced toward his apartment and stepped into the lift. Meanwhile, Roland, feeling suspicious, roamed around the block with no clear reason.

Inside the lift, Nyle pulled out his phone and checked his bank balance — nothing extraordinary. He then opened his investment portfolio.

After years of hard work — doing deliveries and part-time jobs — he had finally saved and invested enough to reach thirty thousand xollars.

But now he had a problem. To cover last month’s rent, he would have to withdraw some money, and doing so would drastically reduce the interest he would earn.

His savings alone weren’t enough either. He had no choice but to withdraw cash, until...

Nyle smirked to himself as he opened the system menu. ’Got my next target, heh...’

...

After thoroughly showering himself, he stepped onto the balcony, hung his wet clothes to dry outside, took a deep breath, and opened his system profile.

*Tap*

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<{ Profile }>

Name: Nyle Frost

Age: 23

Level: 4 { Reach lvl 5 [ Reward: 5 Upgrade points, 5 Trade coins. ]

Exp: 150/1250

Upgrade Points: 03

Strength: 6% [+]

Stamina: 6% [+]

Charm: 2% [+]

Luck: 2% [+]

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After reading it, Nyle paused for a moment — considering his options.

Then he spent all his upgrade points.

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Charm: 2% ~> 3% [+]

Luck: 2% ~> 4% [+]

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He closed his profile and checked the daily tasks. One task was still left incomplete — not because he didn’t want to complete it, but because he couldn’t.

The system was taking advantage of the fact that he hadn’t bought the Stamina Capsule when it had first appeared in the shop. Now it was forcing him to complete the remaining two tasks.

Nyle checked his Trade Coins.

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<{ Trade Coin: 06 }>

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In the past three days, he had bought three Aphrodisiac Capsules and two Attraction Capsules. That meant seven Aphrodisiac Capsules and eight Attraction Capsules were still available in the shop.

There were still four days left before the shop inventory refreshed. If he carelessly spent all his coins, the system would once again take advantage of him.

Knowing this, he bought one of each capsule from the shop keeping some in reserve for emergencies, even after the shop refreshed.

This left him with four Trade Coins.

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<{ INVENTORY }>

1. Aphrodisiac capsule (Qty: 1)

2. Attraction capsule (Qty: 1)

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Coming back from the balcony, he moisturised his skin with lotion and cream, slipped into his casual pants, pulled out his laptop, set it on the table, and turned it on.

While it was booting up, he set two eggs to boil. Then he sat down at his laptop and began his research on his childhood bullies’ mothers.

...

Hours blurred by, but the search was far from over.

*Mouse Click-Click-Click-Click*

Normally, he stared straight ahead, scanning for names. A few minutes later, he found one: Derek’s Instagram profile with over five thousand followers and sixteen thousand followings.

From there, he dove deep into his research. Soon, he located two others — Damion and Bran. Victor remained the only one he couldn’t find easily.

In this digital world, most adults — except children under eighteen, stay off social media due to strict rules.

Those who were active usually hid behind different display names, profile pictures, and multiple fake accounts.

Out of the three, after searching thoroughly, he managed to find only two photos: one featuring Derek’s mother and another featuring Bran’s mother.

Quickly, he took pictures with his phone, uploaded the images to the Artificial intelligence, and ran a reverse image search.

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No data found.

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Nyle’s face dropped. Hours of research, and no results.

"Agh!... Why isn’t it working?" he muttered under his breath.

Several questions swirled in his mind: Were the photos too blurry? Did they not have social media accounts? Or were their profiles hidden, private, or completely anonymous?

*Grr...*

His stomach growled loudly. Nyle stood up from his chair and brought his dinner to the table — two boiled eggs, white rice, and the Japanese beef curry he had bought from the supermarket.

He placed the plate in front of his laptop, opened a new tab, and launched MeTube — the popular online video-sharing platform.

*Nom*

As he shoveled the food into his mouth with a spoon, his mood began to lift. He watched a stand-up comedy special, and soon his plate was nearly empty.

A happy smile spread across Nyle’s face when the video ended.

Right after it finished, a recommended video popped up with a ten-second countdown timer. The thumbnail made him lean closer to the screen, eyes widening.

*Blink-Blink*

He rubbed his eyes and quickly pulled out his phone. He compared the blurry image to the thumbnail.

It matched perfectly.

Then he clicked on the video titled Make Homemade Donuts with me.