Arin stared at the glowing skill-creation interface hovering in front of him, the pale blue light reflecting off his tired eyes.
First, he tested the waters with something utterly brain-dead.
Description: Whenever I blow air in her direction, any MILF who already has the slightest fondness for me will instantly become aroused. The effect lasts one second at first; each additional puff of air extends the duration by one more second.
He smirked, tapped [CREATE].
[PROCESSING…]
[NEW SKILL {OOGA BOOGA} SUCCESSFULLY CREATED]
The name alone made him cringe. Without hesitation, he dragged the freshly minted skill straight into the trash icon.
[ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE {OOGA BOOGA}?]
[YES / NO]
He smashed YES.
Next, he whipped up an even dumber card—{ANAL BUSTER}—just to watch the system register it, then immediately deleted that one too. Childish, but satisfying.
Now for the serious part.
He selected his current passive {VISION}, dragged it to the delete bin, and confirmed. Gone forever.
Time to recreate it… but better. Or at least different enough to sneak past the rank restriction.
[ Skill Display Name: Eye Sight ]
[ NEW SKILL NAME { EYE SIGHT } CREATED ]
[ SKILL DESCRIPTION: ___ ]
Any MILF within a 10-meter radius who is experiencing moderate-to-high sexual frustration will have her complete status window—name, age, current desires, and a concise summary of her present life—projected directly into my vision.
He hit [CREATE].
[PROCESSING…]
[ERROR – SKILL EXCEEDS CURRENT RANK LIMIT]
'Wtf?… ah c'mon… You've got to be kidding me."
He trimmed it down.
8 meters.
[ERROR – SKILL EXCEEDS CURRENT RANK LIMIT]
6 meters.
[ERROR – SKILL EXCEEDS CURRENT RANK LIMIT]
'5 meters. Last try. If this doesn't work, I'm done, i swear'.
[ERROR – SKILL EXCEEDS CURRENT RANK LIMIT]
Arin gritted his teeth. 'Fuck it. 4 meters'.
He jabbed the create button like it owed him money.
[PROCESSING…]
[DESCRIPTION ACCEPTED]
[NEW SKILL {EYE SIGHT} SUCCESSFULLY CRAFTED]
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[Eye Sight (F-Rank)]: Any MILF within a 4-meter radius who is experiencing moderate-to-high sexual frustration will instantly have her complete status window (name, age, current desires, and a concise summary of her current life) projected directly into my vision.
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Arin's current [STATS] .
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NAME: Arin Aurante
DESIRE: MILF
RANK: F [ 50/100 ]
LEVEL: 5 [ 6000/8000 EXP ]
SKILL POINTS: 60
→ [Free Rare Skill Card guaranteed at Level 10]
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Arin's current [ ACTIVE SKILL SLOTS ]
1st: Suspicious True Compliment.
2nd: Eye Sight.
After checking his system interface one last time, Arin closed the holographic window with a flick of his finger and flopped back onto Jasmine's soft bed.
Daily quests: All completed.
While he had been busy creating new skills, Jasmine had finished wiping the floor and stepped out of the bathroom wrapped only in a white towel that was clearly fighting a losing battle against her heavy breasts. Steam still rose from her flushed skin, carrying the sweet scent of body wash.
'Damn… Aunt always looks this unfairly hot', he thought, eyes shamelessly tracing every curve.
Jasmine caught his stare immediately. "What are you looking at, mister?"
"Uh… nothing. Just… you look amazing, Aunt," he answered without a shred of shame.
A faint blush crept across her cheeks as warmth pooled beneath her skin, but she quickly reined it in.
The more often a target heard his compliments, they slowly built resistance again compliments. He'd have to get more creative—or wait until she was truly vulnerable.
"Hmph. Thanks for the compliment, Arin," she muttered, turning on the hairdryer to hide her face behind the noise and a cascade of damp hair.
Arin let his head sink into the pillow, staring at the ceiling while his mind ran a dozen calculations at once.
By evening, he finally left Jasmine's room—after delivering a possessive slap to her plump rear that jiggled satisfyingly under his palm. He pulled on a black jacket, warm cotton leggings, and running shoes, then headed out for his usual stroll to the nearby public park.
The sky had already gone dark, street lamps and park lights casting soft golden pools across the paths. A chilly late-autumn breeze nipped at his face, but the bench he always claimed sat directly beneath one of the taller lamps—almost cozy, like someone had purposely placed a little island of warmth in the cold night.
Children laughed on the slides and seesaws, parents chatted on benches, and clusters of teenagers roamed with restless energy. Arin hummed under his breath as he followed the familiar path to his bench.
Then he froze.
Someone was sitting in his spot.
A woman in a cream sweater he'd recognize anywhere.
"Is that Jenny…?" The name escaped as a whisper.
She sat hunched forward, elbows on her knees, staring at the ground, shoulders trembling. When Arin got closer, he saw the tear tracks on her cheeks.
"Hey… are you okay?" he asked gently.
She lifted her face, hurriedly wiping her eyes. Even crying, she was stunning. "I-I'm fine, young man… really, it's just…"
Fresh tears welled up, but she swallowed the sob. Strong woman.
Floating above her head, visible only to him, the system displayed her stats in crisp blue letters:
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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
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Arin's heart rate quickened. "Ma'am… please don't cry. Everything's going to be alright, I promise."
Three minutes of silence passed. Then, without a word, he sat beside her. Slowly, the sobs quieted.
Jenny finally spoke, voice small. "Young man… why are you here in this park?"
"It's my usual spot to clear my head," he answered warmly.
"I see…" She exhaled shakily. "I… I just found out my husband has been cheating on me. After all those years of promises, and this is how he treated me."
Arin listened without interrupting, letting her pour it all out.
...
Forty minutes later her voice had dropped to a broken whisper.
"…and that's how he repaid every sacrifice I made for him."
"Ma'am… that bastard never deserved you. Not for a single second," Arin said, voice low and firm.
He let out a small, half-smile. "Same thing happened to me. My father ran off with another woman and left my mom to raise me alone. Everything I have now, this life in Armino City, it's all because of her sacrifices. Still hunting for a steady job, but… that's another story."
Jenny gave a soft, watery laugh. "Heh…"
Arin's smile widened. He reached out and gently enveloped her trembling hand between both of his warm palms.
"Listen to me," he murmured, locking eyes with her.
"It's his loss, ma'am. His irreparable, pathetic loss, that he threw away a woman as breathtaking as you. Honestly… you're more beautiful than any goddess I've ever imagined."
The words slammed into her like a bolt of lightning. Color flooded her cheeks; her fingers twitched inside his grasp.
She looked away, lashes fluttering, voice barely above a whisper. "…Thank you. That… that means a lot."
Outwardly, Arin kept his expression tender and sincere.
Inside, a dark, predatory smirk bloomed.
'Heh… did you really think I sat here listening to you cry for almost an hour out of the goodness of my heart, Jenny? There's no way in hell I'm letting the woman who caught me this afternoon just slip away'.