SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

A small translucent screen flashed before Nyle’s vision for a few seconds — before fading away.

’Now for the touch,’ he murmured to himself.

His hawk-like eyes began scanning the aisle, then locked onto a new target — a chubby woman, pushing a trolley with a baby secured in the front seat.

She was the perfect distraction, exactly like the improvised plan he had cooked up on the bus ride.

Nyle drifted closer and closer.

The woman wore a royal-blue T-shirt, a pair of jeans that hugged her peach-like curves tight. While her hand moved from one korean packets to another in the shelf.

Nyle casually picked up a small pack of noodles and began closing the distance.

’One... two... three...’ he murmured under his breath, slowly extending his hand toward her for contact. ’Four... and—’

Before he could finish counting, a muscular, broad-shouldered man in a blue T-shirt and jeans stepped between them like a solid wall, completely blocking the woman from Nyle’s sight.

"Honey, I bought the groceries," the man said in a deep voice, smiling warmly at his wife.

Nyle’s froze for a quick second.

Then grabbed a random pack of noodles, pretending to examine like a professional food inspector, before sliding it back to its place.

Then he turned away.

"Fuck, I thought he was going to grab my collar," Nyle muttered.

His heartbeat fastened from the close call.

Moving into the next aisle, he began searching for vulnerable targets.

Found it.

A gorgeous-looking woman, curvy hips wrapped in a fitted brown skirt, a simple cream blouse that stretched across her chest, and long dark hair tied in a loose ponytail.

And there she was, alone, standing in front of the breakfast section, comparing two boxes of corn flakes as she read the nutritional description.

’Okay, let’s go,’ Nyle thought.

Nyle grabbed a random box of cornflakes from the opposite shelf and casually walked down the aisle until he was within five meters — close enough to smell the faint vanilla scent of her perfume mixed with the supermarket’s artificial citrus air freshener.

He stopped, Pretending to read the nutrition label on his box.

’One...’

Counting in his head, his eyes flicking to her swaying hips as she reached up to return one box. Soon, five seconds had passed without any disturbance, and for his surprise no one was there in the aisle.

The moment the countdown hit five, Nyle moved, as if he’d finally made his choice.

Stepping forward, he let his shoulder accidentally brush against the soft curve of her hip while reaching past her for a different brand on the top shelf.

The contact was light — just the back of his knuckles grazing the warm curve of her lower back.

She didn’t even flinch, Didn’t even glance, didn’t even noticed, she Just kept humming softly under her breath as she dropped the flakes into her trolley.

Nyle pulled back smoothly, box of cornflakes in hand, and kept walking like nothing had happened.

*Ting!*

A small rectangular red notification popped up directly in his vision.

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Task 3: Completed.

Reward: +1 TC, +1 UP, +50 Exp has been deposited.

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"Nice," Nyle whispered, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. "Now for the final task."

He stepped out of the aisle and turned toward the checkout counters.

The lines that had been packed with married women when he first entered, were now much thinner.

Only a few customers remaining.

Nyle’s predatory eyes spotted a lone woman standing in the middle of one checkout line, with a trolley loaded with groceries.

Four men stood queued up behind her.

Scanning his surroundings, he noticed that most married women were accompanied by their partners — obviously off-limits if he didn’t want to be called a creep, and he had no intention of risking it.

Just then, a fresh idea bloomed in his mind. He dropped his basket, grabbed the small pack of noodles he had taken earlier, and walked forward to join the queue behind one of the men.

"Excuse me, sir," Nyle said, his tone polite. "I’m running out of time, sir. Would you mind if I... Please." he expressed with a hand gesture.

The man, paused for a second. "Sure." And replied with a friendly smile.

Nyle repeated the same polite request to the next two men, keeping his face innocent and nerdy.

After they let him pass, he had advanced three places, leaving only one man between him and the target woman.

*Tap-tap*

"Excuse me, sir," he said once more. "Can I pass? I’m really in a hurry."

The man didn’t even bother to turned fully as he answered boldly. "No."

The man appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He wore a white tank top, jeans, and a brown leather belt and a tattoo spelling ( C J ) marked his forearm.

Nyle moved to the left and glanced ahead. There were only three people left before the MILF completed her purchase at the counter.

Nyle’s eyes then drifted toward the man in front of him. The stranger’s gaze was clearly locked on the MILF’s perfect peach ass. Nyle couldn’t help but stare along with him — the beige leggings she wore clung to her like a second skin.

A few seconds had passed, but the system notification still hadn’t appeared, clearly indicating that Nyle wasn’t within the one-meter radius.

"Sir, please. I’m running late. Look, I only have one pack— that’s it, nothing more nothing less," Nyle said, extending his arm toward him.

The man half-turned and sighed. "Fine, go ahead." As soon as the man let him switch places, the MILF began piling item after item onto the counter, leaning forward slightly.

Nyle eyes widened slowly as he continued staring at her ass🍑.

’Man, what a beautiful ass she’s got,’ he thought to himself. ’I bet the guy married to her must be damn lucky bastard. Fuck, I’m getting hard again.’

*Ting*

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Task 1: Completed.

Reward: 250Exp has been deposited.

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