SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

Franco frankly told him about Antonio’s situation. Nyle listened closely, trying not to laugh — not at Antonio’s tale, but at Franco — as he made various expressions while explaining the things his friend would do for her.

"...and until now he hasn’t built up his courage to speak those three magical words," said Franco, smiling.

’Suck my dihh?’ Nyle thought, smirking inwardly.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

*Creak...*

Both men turned as Queena stepped into the washroom. She smiled and casually greeted Franco, but the moment her gaze landed on Nyle, her expression sharpened into something cold.

She moved to the sink, quickly washed her hands, wiped them with a towel, and headed toward the exit.

Just as she reached the doorway, she paused, glancing sideways with a dangerous glint in her eye.

"Nyle," she said, her voice cold, "just so you know... you’re in big trouble."

*Thud*

"Dude, did you do something to her?" Franco asked in a worried tone.

Nyle shook his head slowly. "I don’t even know what I did."

"The last time I saw her like that was when Simon got caught eating a donut," said Franco.

Nyle turned his gaze toward him. "Then what happened?"

"I don’t know, man, but Simon returned with a sad face. When I asked about it, he ignored me literally like a stranger," Franco replied with a shrug.

With that, both of them put on their hairnets and returned to their stations.

...

Orders started flooding in, quickly overwhelming all the stations. Nyle and Simon worked like machines, packing donuts one after another without missing a beat.

"Forty on the line!" said Antonio, pulling out the freshly cooked batch onto the strainer.

Even Alena and Gus had to jump into the kitchen to keep things running efficiently.

Thursdays were always chaotic at Delicacy Donuts, thanks to their popular specials: buy three get one free, and buy five get two free.

For the first time, Nyle was completely swamped with orders. It felt like a never-ending stream.

Nyle’s ears perked up when he heard Lana’s sweet voice from the front as uf she was speaking happily to someone.

...

Hours of restless work later, they had finally completed the final order slip. Even their lunch break had been reduced drastically — from half an hour to just ten minutes.

"Oh my, what a day. I didn’t even realise it’s already past four-twenty," Nyle murmured, then took a deep breath and sighed.

"I know, right? It’s your first time and you did great," Simon replied with a smile, sitting beside him.

In the meantime, Franco and Antonio returned from the washroom and began packing their things — ready to call it a day.

Meanwhile, as Nyle stood with Simon, Queena entered the kitchen.

"Nyle, Mother would like to have a serious talk with you. So don’t go," she said, then turned and left.

Simon’s eyes widened as he slowly realised the situation. "Wait, did you break the rules?" he asked, his tone tense.

Nyle slowly shook his head. "I don’t know."

Franco, standing behind them, showed a slight look of worry, while Antonio, standing beside Franco, smirked.

...

Inside the private room, Nyle sat opposite Lana while Queena stood between them near the wall.

"Mom, yesterday I saw him roaming. That means he broke the rules of our shop," Queena said with a mischievous smile.

Nyle turned his gaze toward Queena, his expression darkening with irritation. At the very same moment, Lana leaned closer and brushed his feet with her toes, playfully tickling him.

"Is that true, Nyle?" Lana asked, her expression neutral.

Nyle calmly turned toward her and gave a small nod. "Yes."

"See, Mom? This is unacceptable—"

Before she could finish, Lana raised her palm and stopped her.

"You see, mister," Lana said, "breaking the rules has serious consequences. Which means..." She pulled a notebook from beside the table. "Your first penalty will be a ten percent deduction from your salary."

Queena smirked to herself.

Upon hearing the deduction, Nyle’s neutral expression turned serious. He stopped Lana’s toes from brushing against him with his own feet, pulled out his phone, and placed it on the table beside him.

A flash of images crossed Lana’s mind. His phone contained all sorts of yesterday’s filthy recordings — enough to turn the tables completely.

"Uh, sweetie," Lana said, her tone warm yet slightly hurried. "Thanks for telling Mommy, but you can go home now."

"B-but—"

"Don’t worry, Mommy can handle this on her own." Lana cut her off, took out some money and handed it to her daughter. "Here, take this. Buy some steak at the supermarket and keep the rest."

Queena walked closer with visible excitement. "Ah, thanks Mom! You’re the best!"

Queena left the private room with a wide smile on her face, already imagining the cosmetics she would buy with the extra money, leaving her mother and the violator alone.

"So, Mommy will cut ten percent of my salary, huh?" Nyle said, his tone low and teasing.

Lana didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on his phone.

"How much would that be? Four hundred and fifty xollars with just a snap?" Nyle said, then stood up from the chair and walked behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "You tell me, did I break any rules?"

"Ahm... hm... Technically yes, and please take your hands off my shoulders," she replied, her voice unsteady, a faint tremble betraying her composure.

"Oh, okay... okay," he murmured, smiling.

Nyle walked toward the door and turned the deadlock.

*Click*

Lana stood from her chair, her eyes widening with alarm. "Why did you lock the door?"

Nyle smirked, turned around, and walked closer to her. He pushed her gently against the table’s edge, his hands already sliding between her thighs.

"Mmh... no, this is so wrong. You’re taking advantage of my weakness," Lana whispered, her breathing becoming hot and ragged.

"Am I?" Nyle murmured in a husky tone. "Heh... right now it feels like you’re the one who’s been taking advantage all this time. Teasing me under the table right in front of your daughter."

She didn’t say a word, her eyes locked on his hand as it rubbed her clit over her tights.

"If this is so wrong," Nyle continued, sliding his fingers into a V-shape and pressing them more firmly against her, "then tell me to stop... and maybe I will."