SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

Nyle watched the entire video. Yet there was no mistaking her — it was Bran’s mother, Amelia.

The upload date read five years ago, and the channel was simply named Taste for Life.

"Sheesh... she looks incredibly hot," he murmured, smiling.

Nyle remembered her as slim and unassuming the last time he had seen her. But this version of Amelia was on a whole new level — curvier, more confident, and far more alluring.

A perverted smile tugged at his lips as his mind flooded with filthy images of all the things he could do to her.

Curiously, he checked her MeTube channel and saw her latest upload — a twenty-minute uncut vlog of her roaming around the city of Mexus.

She wandered from restaurant to restaurant, eating, commenting, while offering sharp, honest opinions and reviews like a professional food critic.

Nyle let out a low whistle. "Damn, nine hundred and ninety-five thousand subscribers."

From her channel, he discovered her linked Sinstagram account (a social media application, where people shared photos, videos, and fragments of their daily lives.)

But as he expected, it was a private account. That’s why no matter how hard he searched, the search engine barely offered anything.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, he sent her a friend request, knowing he couldn’t access her private world until she accepted. Even her username felt teasingly ordinary, like an auto-generated one: HotDoglover#67.

*Yawn~*

Satisfied with his search, he shut his laptop, dropped his phone on the bed and turned off the bedroom lights. But before he fell asleep, he set the alarm for early morning, preparing himself for the morning’s act.

...

*Music*

Nyle briefly roused himself to hit the snooze button before drifting back to sleep, thinking that if Carmilla came, she would eventually wake him by banging on the door.

Hours later, he woke up naturally after getting a full eight hours of sleep. He got out of bed, washed his face, brewed a packet of instant coffee, stepped onto the balcony, and took a deep fresh morning breath, exhaling it slowly.

*Sip...*

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<{ Daily Tasks }> <{ 16:42:09 remaining }>

1. Slap a Milf’s ass hard ten times with both hands in sync. Reward: +3 Upgrade points, +2 Trade coins, +250Exp.

2. Make a Milf squirt without using your cock. Reward: +2 Upgrade points, +2 Trade coins, +250Exp.

3. Buy a capsule and use it on yourself. Reward: +2 Trade coins, +150Exp.

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"What the fuck? Use a capsule on myself? Seriously?" he stared at the translucent screen in disbelief.

His expression shifted from calm to serious as he thought about it.

*Sip...*

...

*Thud-Click*

Nyle locked the door and shoved the key into his small bag. At the same moment, Roland came out holding his phone.

Their eyes locked.

"Hm? You going somewhere?" Roland said, his face showing no visible emotion.

Nyle turned and gave a small nod. "Yeah, I’m going to work."

"...And when will you return?" Roland asked.

"Around four thirty," Nyle replied calmly, then added, "Is there any problem?"

"No, no... uh, I actually thought of going shopping, but it’s okay. I’ll go later," Roland smiled, turned his back on Nyle as he entered his apartment.

"Weird," Nyle whispered and moved on.

...

At the restaurant, he arrived at the perfect moment.

The shop had just opened. Soft morning light spilled across the room as Alena and Gus wiped the tables cheerfully.

This time, Nyle walked in through the front door.

"Good morning, guys," he said, offering a warm smile as he glanced at the baristas.

Both baristas looked up and replied with the same energy. "Good morning, Nyle," they said in unison.

Satisfied, he walked toward the staff room — the green door near the counter. As he reached for the doorknob, Queena stepped out.

Nyle froze, his mind scrambling as he tried to recall the quickly rehearsed answer he had prepared the night before, in case she asked what he had been doing yesterday.

"Move," Queena said, her tone cold and sharp.

He stepped aside, and she walked past him. Nyle stood there in utter disbelief. Yet a hint of suspicion grew inside him. Maybe she was just pretending... or maybe she had cooked something in her calculating mind.

’What’s going on? Everyone seems to be looking at me in a weird way,’ he thought.

Nyle stepped into the kitchen, where he saw Franco.

After greeting him, Nyle hung his bag and headed to the washroom.

Franco followed him.

They stood side by side at the sink, washing their hands and arms before the start of their shift.

"Nyle, what happened yesterday? You didn’t come in for work," Franco asked casually.

Nyle, who had been expecting those words from Queena, was surprised when they came from Franco. Yet he remained calm, as he already had the answers prepared in his mind.

"Oh, yesterday I got hurt in my wrist while lifting those heavy boxes," he said, lifting his right hand upward, covered in lather.

"Shit, how heavy was it?" Franco brow furrowed.

"Probably between sixteen and eighteen kilograms," Nyle said, exaggerating.

Franco nodded and turned his gaze to the mirror. He thought back to yesterday, when the boxes had arrived at the shop.

It was he who had loaded them in the storage room, but they hadn’t felt nearly as heavy to him. After all, he had the muscles and proper technique to lift heavy things.

Still, as he looked at Nyle’s physique, he did a quick calculation in his mind. With that untrained body, it probably had felt like eighteen kilos to him.

"Can I ask you a question?" Nyle asked, still focused on his hands.

Franco turned. "Sure"

"Two days ago, why did you ask me about Queena?" Nyle said.

Franco gave a shy, nervous smile. "Oh, about that. Heh... you know, that’s what friends do," he replied, trying to brush it off.

"No, actually I didn’t understand what you meant," Nyle pressed, his tone flat.

"Agh, c’mon Nyle, don’t act innocent in front of me," Franco grinned. But Nyle wasn’t buying it. "Okay, listen. Promise me you won’t tell anybody."

"Okay," said Nyle.