SSS NETORI SYSTEM: I Stole Every Milf Around Me!

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Name: Carmilla Snith

Age: 32

Attraction: 87% ~> 93%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 75% ~> 83%

Description: A hot-headed housewife who loves spending money on herself, especially on her sex life by buying adult toys. She has harbored a strong BDSM fetish since her teenage years, but it has never been fulfilled by her husband.

<[ SEX-LIFE: UNSATISFIED ]>

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The two aphrodisiac capsules and one attractive capsule were already taking effect after she drank the entire glass of water.

"Wow... your nipples are so hard," Nyle whispered, then slowly lifted her sports bra up, freeing her soft breasts.

*Boing. Boing.*

Cool morning air drifted in through the open window, brushing against her heated skin.

’Agh... why the fuck does this feel so good?’ she thought, staring down at her own exposed breasts.

Carmilla pressed her thighs together and rubbed them against each other as a fierce sensation built between her legs. Her pussy itched with a sharp, needy ache, craving something thick and hard to fill it.

Warm arousal fluid began to leak out, soaking into her running shorts. Her eyes flicked sideways — only to land on the thick morning wood tenting Nyle’s towel, standing rigid like a tank barrel aimed straight at her.

"What the fuck?! Is that your—" she asked, her voice rising.

Nyle glanced down at the prominent bulge, then turned fully to stand in front of her. "You mean this?" he answered, giving his hard cock a deliberate wiggle beneath the towel.

’Is this even real?’ she wondered.

Carmilla’s hand rose almost on its own. She swallowed hard, then reached out, hooked her fingers into the edge of the towel, and pulled it free.

At the sametime, saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, eyes locked onto his cock.

The strong musky scent hit her nose at once.

*Sniff. Sniff.*

The smell made her lean closer without thinking.

Nyle intentionally leaned in and pressed his wood against her flushed cheek. The heat of his shaft sent a warm chill through her, proving that everything happening right now wasn’t a dream — it was real.

The moment her fingers made contact with his shaft, the system’s passive skill triggered. His cock immediately began to swell, growing thicker and longer, expanding like an inflating balloon until it shifted into an entirely new shape — the kind of shape she had always dreamed of in her deepest fantasies.

And now it was right in front of her.

"No way..." she murmured, then slowly stuck her tongue out for a taste.

But Nyle pulled back. "Nuh-uh. Not so fast."

Carmilla’s face twisted with clear frustration as the dream cock was taken away from her. Without hesitation she stood up, stepped closer until she was nearly pressed against him.

"Don’t you dare pull away now. Give it back," she said in a low voice.

However, Nyle grabbed her wrists, pinned her against the wall, and leaned in close.

"You’re not the one giving orders here. Stay still... and maybe I’ll let you have a taste."

Carmilla met his gaze, her expression hardening into something sharp and superior. "Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am? Do you even know where you’re staying? I’m the—"

Before the last word could leave her mouth, Nyle’s hand shot up and clamped firmly over her lips, silencing her.

He pressed her harder against the wall and leaned in until his breath brushed her ear, voice low, cold, and deliberate.

"You’re nothing but a cock-hungry bitch who targets other tenants... collecting cash rent behind your husband’s back. Am I right?"

Her eyes flew wide open.

The words hit her like a slap, sinking deep into her mind and freezing every thought for a second.

’How the fuck did he know?’ she wondered.

"Mmmh... mmhm... mhm..."

Carmilla tried to speak, but her words only vibrated uselessly against his palm.

In the very next second, her left hand reached down, wrapped around his shaft, and began stroking it in a messy, desperate handjob.

"Girl, what do you do with all that money you collect?" he asked, pulling his hand away from her mouth even though he already knew the answer.

"That’s none of your business," she replied in a sharp tone, her eyes still locked on his cock.

Hearing those words, Nyle forced her down onto her knees until she was kneeling right in front of him. His little brother hovered above her face like a heavy pendulum, casting a shadow of his cock.

*Slap. Slap. Slap.*

He grabbed his shaft and began delivering firm, cock-slaps across her cheeks, over and over — watching the way her expression shifted as the humiliation mixed with the capsules fueled pleasure she could no longer hide.

"Aaa..." Carmilla parted her lips, like a direct invitation for him to shove his fat cock inside.

Nyle narrowed his eyes. "You want to taste this real meat?"

She gave a quick, desperate nod and widened her mouth even more, preparing herself.

"You know, I could give you exactly what you want... but you’ll have to do one thing for me first," he said, his tone low.

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"No... absolutely not. You can’t take advantage of the situation like this," she said, her expression tightening.

"Okay then. I’ve got no choice but to leave you here," Nyle replied, and turned away.

The moment his cock disappeared from her sight, panic flashed across her face. "Hey— where are you going? You can’t just leave me like this when I’m this horny!"

Nyle gave her a side glance. "Then accept my demand."

The demand was simple.

She only had to tell her husband that the tenant in room 7B had already paid his rent to her. And if her husband ever asked about the money, she would simply say she had spent it on herself.

A service for a service.

A trade for a trade.

"Ugh... fine. Fine. You win," she muttered, her tone clearly annoyed.

But deep down she knew the truth. After spending thousands of xollars on sex toys that had never fully satisfied her, the return on investment she was about to receive right now was far more valuable.

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