SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

Nyle pulled his phone to his ear and quickly checked the time. "Of course, sir. I’m on my way."

Satisfied, Dover ended the call with a smile. Nyle looked ahead, only to realize the women had already vanished while he was distracted on the phone.

’Hmm... I should come back again this evening,’ he thought, giving the hunting ground one last glance.

Time was ticking away. In less than ten minutes the clock would strike eleven. Nyle hurried out of the shopping, his pace steady.

Outside, he headed straight to a nearby bus stop. While checking the nearest stop to his destination.

Estimated: 14m:45s

...

*Thud-Thud-Thud*

Climbing aboard the air-conditioned bus, he was greeted by a refreshing wave of cool air that brushed across his heated skin.

Several married women were seated by the window, each accompanied by a stranger, sitting beside them.

Sadly, not a single seat was available for free.

With no options left, Nyle remained calm, standing, one hand gripping the overhead strap, and eyes fixed forward.

The electric bus moved at a jerky pace. Every time it hit the brakes, Nyle would lean forward diagonally like Michael Jackson.

...

From outside, the shop looked old yet intriguing.

Above the entrance hung a half-eaten donut logo, coated in chocolate and sprinkled with rainbow-colored sprinkles.

Its faded green facade was framed by medium-sized glass windows, while plastic vines climbed along the walls, giving the shop a charming, rustic look.

Nyle paused, scanning, then stepped inside.

*Cling*

Inside, three customers sat chatting and smiling as they enjoyed their donuts and coffee. Walking forward, his eyes quickly scanned the room — six tables, each with four chairs, filled the modest space. Two baristas worked behind the counter, and a young lady stood at the cash register.

"Excuse me," Nyle said in a calm tone, raising his hand slightly as his gaze met the woman who looked about his age.

"Yes? What can I get for you?" she asked. Her index finger drifted along the glass display case, pointing at the fresh donuts.

"No, no. Not the donuts," Nyle replied, resting his hand on the counter. "I got a call from Mr. Dover. He told me to be here at eleven for a job interview."

The young girl furrowed his brow. ’Father?’

She paused, her gaze low, wandering.

Nyle glanced around the shop, waiting for her reply.

"Umm..." Nyle murmured.

*Ting-Ting*

He tapped the glass counter with his nails, breaking the silence between them.

"Oh, yes, the interview," she said quickly. "Please, have a seat." She extended her hand, pointing to the right. "I’ll be right back." Then she stepped through the green door behind her.

Nyle calmly sat down in the corner and pulled out his phone to pass the time. Just then, a hand appeared at the edge of his vision — a female barista set a single-page menu on the table and left without a backward glance.

Nyle glanced back.

It was the lady barista, wearing a black apron over a white T-shirt and black pants. Near the counter, the male barista stood watching him.

*Growl*

Nyle’s stomach growled as he read the menu.

At the table beside him, a groups of three customers sat chatting, smiling, enjoying their donuts with hot-coffee.

Watching them bite into their pastries, made him hungrier, even more.

Nyle raised his hand.

A barrista arrived with a small notebook.

"I’ll have a chocolate bomb and a black torture," Nyle said in a calm tone.

"Anything to drink with that, sir? Coffee? Latte?" the man asked.

"Just the donuts, please," Nyle replied.

The barista nodded and walked through the green door where the lady from the counter had gone earlier. Meanwhile, the other barista continued serving another table.

Less than a minute later, the woman returned with Nyle’s order. The service was impressively efficient.

"Enjoy your meal, sir," she said, her tone bright and professional.

Nyle gave a small nod and lowered his gaze to the white marble plate.

*Lick*

He started with the Chocolate Bomb. At its center sat a glossy chocolate sphere that looked like the bomb bird from Angry Birds.

*Nom*

The ball exploded inside his mouth, the instant his teeth sank into it.

Nyle’s eyes widened with delight, his mood instantly refreshed as a satisfied smile spread across his face.

*Cling*

Just as he finished the Chocolate donut, the shop door chimed open.

A stunning woman stepped inside — Raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders, fair skin, designer sunglasses perched on her nose, and full red lips curved in quiet confidence.

Her green shirt strained tight against an impressive pair of breasts that threatened to pop every button, while her thick thighs and massive, heart-shaped ass completed a perfect hourglass figure that turned heads without even trying.

Nyle’s monkey neurons activated like a flare. His hand went slack; the remaining donut slipped from his fingers and landed with a soft thud on his plate.

’Sheesh... lord have mercy,’ Nyle thought, his mouth falling open.

The woman walked casually up to the counter with calm confidence, her massive ass making her tight jeans strain and stretch with every step. Nyle’s eyes followed her movements hungrily.

*SLAP!*

Suddenly, a sharp, hard slap cracked through the cafe.

A woman struck a man, then stood and stormed out of the shop.

The loud crack instantly seized everyone’s attention.

The man stood and hurried after her, apologizing profusely as he went, while the third man remained seated at their table, calmly slurping his coffee. They were the same three people who had been chatting and smiling before Nyle had even entered the shop.

"What was that?" Nyle murmured.

The woman in sunglasses slid them down the bridge of her nose, knowing what had just happened.

A faint smile spread across her face, as she turned her attention back to the counter.

The young girl at the counter also returned from the back room.

"Excuse me," she called, raising her arm toward Nyle.

Leaving his last donut on the table, Nyle stood and walked toward her without hesitation, drawing closer to the woman in sunglasses.