The one-time photo loaded.
Arin's breath hitched.
It was a perfectly framed selfie: Jasmine, cheeks flushed, hair slightly messy, kneeling between his naked, unconscious legs on her bed. Her tongue was gently curled around the head of his softening cock, licking off the last traces of their mixed juices with a look of pure, worshipful devotion. A thin string of cum still connected her lower lip to his shaft. Her free hand made a tiny victory sign beside his balls.
Caption in her soft handwriting font:
"sweet dreams arin".
The photo vanished forever.
Arin stared at the empty chat for three full seconds, then let out a low, disbelieving chuckle.
"Heh… guess she really is a complete slut after all."
He immediately saved her number.
[ New Contact: { Aunt Jas<3 } Saved ]
Still smirking, he opened social media and kept scrolling… until a cold realization slapped him.
"Oh… shit," he muttered.
In all the morning excitement, he'd completely forgotten about the daily quests.
[ DAILY QUEST — Refreshes in 13h 45m ]
Q1. Stare at the breasts or ass of three different married women for a combined total of 96 seconds (1/3 completed)
→ Reward: 15 SP | 300 EXP.
Q2. Walk behind two married women and stare at their swaying asses for at least 69 continuous seconds each (1/2 completed)
→ Reward: 10 SP | 300 EXP.
Q3. Craft one unique Skill Card
→ Reward: 5 Skill Points.
"Hehe… gotta hand it to Aunt Jas. She unknowingly helped me knock out half the progress already," Arin murmured, tongue tracing his lower lip.
He decided to finish the rest in the evening; that's when the mall and nearby market swarmed with bored, shopping-bag-laden MILFs.
First, he pulled up his [ STATS ].
——————————
NAME: Arin Aurante
DESIRE: MILF
RANK: F [ 10/100 ]
LEVEL: 1 [ 400/1000 EXP ]
SKILL POINTS: 10
→ [Free Rare Skill Card guaranteed at Level 10]
———————
'Time to craft something actually useful.'
He only had two skill slots and no storage system. He'd already tried (and failed spectacularly) to make a "skill inventory" card; the system had shot it down with a red warning and a sarcastic "Nice try, cheater."
His current skill {RADAR} was okay. It painted a faint red aura around any MILF who hadn't been properly fucked in over a week, but that was it. Pretty, but not game-changing.
He needed intel. Real intel.
[CRAFT PASSIVE SKILL]
[ Enter Display Skill Name: _____ ]
"Vision"
[ NEW SKILL "VISION" CRAFTED ]
[ Enter Description: _____ ]
Any MILF I physically touch will reveal their full status window and a short biography of their life. Additionally, if a MILF looks at me—even for a single second—while my back is turned, my body will vibrate once as a notification.
He hit [CREATE].
[ PROCESSING… ]
"Please, no errors this time…" Arin whispered, fingers crossed so hard they went white.
[ DESCRIPTION ACCEPTED ]
[ NEW PASSIVE SKILL "VISION" CREATED ]
[ -10 Skill Points ]
[Q3. Craft a unique skill — COMPLETED]
[ +5 Skill Points | Total Skill Points: 5 ]
The new card slid into the right square chamber with a soft glow.
Arin tapped it immediately.
[VISION (F-Rank)]: Whenever I touch a MILF, her complete status window (name, age, desires, and a concise summary of her current life) instantly appears in my vision. Additionally, if any MILF stares at me—even for a fraction of a second—while my back is turned, my entire body will pulse with a sharp, unmistakable vibration as an alert ].
At the bottom center of the interface, two golden arrows rotated slowly within a glowing orb, patiently waiting for his sacrifice.
Arin didn't hesitate. He reached out and tapped the old { RADAR } icon.
Swap [RADAR] → [VISION]?
[YES / NO]
Without warning, a cold red system note flashed across the interface:
System Note: The user is limited to two active skill slots. A newly created card must replace one of the existing cards to take effect. The moment the user exits the [Passive Skill Craft] window, any unequipped card (the "leftover" card) will be automatically and permanently deleted, with no possibility of recovery.
—————
His thumb came down like a guillotine.
YES.
The {RADAR} was floating in the screen but as he exited. It dissolved into scarlet mist, gone forever.
He viewed his [ ACTIVE SLOTS ]
1st Slot : LUST GAZE (F)
2nd Slot : VISION (F)
Arin had decent patience. Testing the new skill was tempting, but the real harvest would come in the evening when the mall teemed with bored, dolled-up housewives.
Until then, he tidied his pigsty of a room and checked his QuinkedIn account on his phone.
Nothing. Just the same dead notifications. He sighed and tossed the phone aside.
Evening finally arrived.
The shopping mall was a paradise of swaying hips and perfume. MILFs drifted in every direction, shopping bags swinging like pendulums. Arin slipped into the crowd, eyes sharp.
He spotted his first prey almost instantly: two close friends pushing trolleys side by side, laughing about something trivial. Perfect.
He trailed at the ideal distance, gaze shifting shamelessly between four glorious targets. Ninety-six seconds flew by in a heartbeat.
[DING!]
[Q1 Completed → 3/3 married women stared at for 96 seconds total]
[+15 Skill Points | +300 EXP]
[Current EXP: 700/1000 → Level 2]
A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. Time for the next quest.
With the first quest already in the bag, Arin shifted his attention, scanning the crowd for the next mark.
She appeared like a gift from the system itself.
Early thirties, carrying a single plastic shopping bag. Thin gold-rimmed glasses perched on a delicate nose. Tight black lounge pants clung to long legs and an absolutely criminal ass that jiggled with every step.
A soft cream sweater stretched across full, perfect breasts, the fabric doing little to hide their shape. Pink glossed lips, seductive half-lidded eyes, golden hoop earrings swaying gently, and confident click-clack of low heels. She moved like she owned the aisle.
Arin fell into step beside her, casually grabbing a random box of corn flakes off the shelf to hide the growing situation in his pants. That nasty, hypnotic sway of her backside had him half-hard in seconds.
Then the universe threw him a perfect assist.
Her heel snagged on the polished floor. She gasped, stumbling forward. The shopping bag slipped from her fingers, glasses flying off her face and skittering across the tiles, coming to a stop right at Arin's shoe.
He moved instantly.
Kneeling, he caught her elbow to steady her, deliberate skin-on-skin contact, then retrieved the glasses with his free hand.
The moment his fingers brushed her arm, a translucent panel flickered into existence above her head:
[Name: Jenny Jomani
Age: 32
Desire: Raging sexual frustration
Situation: Toxic relationship, severe trust issues. Currently residing in Den's Apartment Complex, Unit 4-A]
Arin's pulse spiked.
'Unit 4-A… that's directly above my apartment.'
He straightened, offering the glasses with a polite smile. She took them, cheeks flushed, and gave him the warmest, most motherly smile imaginable.
"Thank you so much, dear," she said softly, voice like honey over velvet.
Just as she turned to leave, Arin spoke, voice perfectly neutral.
"Ma'am… do I know you from somewhere?"
She froze on the spot, body going rigid, lips parting in silent surprise as she stared back at him.