Arin stared at the glowing card still hovering in the centre of the screen, then let out a low, disbelieving chuckle.
"Heh… a skill card? You're kidding me, right?"
The moment he tapped [CLAIM], the floating dice dimmed and a crimson timer appeared beneath it.
[ Daily Roll – Cooldown: 47h 59m 58s… ]
On the right side of the interface, a empty square pulsed with a soft blue "+" icon. Curiosity won. He tapped it.
A crisp system panel unfolded.
[ SYSTEM NOTE :
This is the Custom Craft window.
The user can create original passive skill cards here, provided:
1. The skill resonates with your locked Desire (MILF).
2. The skill does not exceed your current Rank (F).
Minimum cost: 10 Skill Points per card.
Skill Points and EXP are earned through Daily Quests.
Every unique card you forge advances your Rank by 10%.
Crafted cards must still be equipped in one of your two Active Slots to take effect. ]
[ CLOSE ]
He tried to craft anyway. A red warning flashed.
[ Insufficient Skill Points: 0/10 ]
Arin snorted, closed everything, and pulled up his "STATS".
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NAME: Arin Aurante
DESIRE: MILF
RANK: F [ 0/100 ]
LEVEL: 1 [ 0/1000 EXP ]
SKILL POINTS: 0
→ [Free Rare Skill Card guaranteed at Level 10]
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"Level ten, huh… noted." He muttered, burning the promise into memory, then swiped to the last tab.
[ DAILY QUESTS – Refreshes in 6h 12m ]
Q1. Stare at the breasts or ass of any married woman for a combined total of 60 seconds today.
→ Reward: 10 Skill Points | 250 EXP
Q2. Walk behind a married woman and stare at her ass as it sways for at least 30 continuous seconds.
→ Reward: 5 Skill Points | 150 EXP
Q3. Successfully craft one custom skill card
→ Reward: 5 Skill Points
Arin cracked his knuckles, a crooked grin creeping across his face.
"Time to go MILF-hunting at the mall," he muttered, already half-hard.
He tugged on a black hoodie, slipped a mask over his face like some discount pervert vigilante, and headed out.
Ten minutes later he was pushing through the automatic doors of the rundown shopping mall—the same place he usually scavenged almost-expired noodles, and now, apparently, prime neglected wives.
First floor. Instant jackpot.
Trolleys rattled, plastic bags rustled, and married women were everywhere. Wide hips, soft bellies, wedding rings glinting under fluorescent lights.
He grabbed an empty shopping bag for cover and drifted toward the closest target.
She was bent slightly over the pickle shelf, reaching for a jar, completely oblivious.
Sixty seconds of shameless staring: done.
[ Quest 1: OGLE MARRIED CURVES—COMPLETED ]
[ +10 Skill Points | +250 EXP ]
[ Total SP: 10 ]
System note: Skill Points and EXP will be added to your "STATS" instantly after completion.
Next, he spotted his second target: a curvy MILF pushing a half-full trolley, hips rolling with every lazy step.
Arin fell in behind her at the perfect distance.
The way her ass swayed under those tight yoga pants (round, heavy, hypnotic) was a fucking masterpiece.
Thirty seconds felt like thirty minutes of pure bliss.
[ QUEST 2: HYPNOTIC SWAYING ASS—COMPLETED ]
[ +5 Skill Points | +150 EXP ]
[ Total SP : 15 ]
With both quests cleared and his cock still half-hard from the yoga-pants goddess, Arin grabbed a pack of discount noodles and a kilo of potatoes as an alibi, then hurried home.
He kicked the door shut, dropped the bags on the kitchen counter, and flopped onto the bed.
[PASSIVE SKILL CRAFT] window open in an instant; time to cook something far tastier than noodle.
[ Enter Display Skill Name : ___ ]
He thought for a moment before typing the name.
" RADAR "
[ NEW SKILL "RADAR" CREATED ]
[ DESCRIPTION: ___ ]
[ All married women within 100 meters who have been sexually neglected for the past 7 days will glow with a crimson aura visible only to the user. If it cross a month The glow cannot be hidden by clothing, walls, or distance.
Additionally, the user instantly knows the exact number of days since her last orgasm ]
He hit [CREATE].
[ PROCESSING… ]
A shrill buzzer screamed across the interface. Crimson warning text exploded on screen.
[ ERROR – SKILL EXCEEDS CURRENT RANK LIMIT ]
"Hmm… knew it. It's too much for an F-rank. Okay, let's edit some lines," Arin whispered under his breath.
After a few minutes of glaring up and down at the translucent keyboard, he finally managed to bring it to F-rank level.
[ DESCRIPTION ACCEPTED ]
[ DESCRIPTION: Any married woman within 10 meters who hasn't been properly fucked by her husband in the past 7 days glows with a faint red aura that only I can see. The longer she's been neglected, the darker and thicker the aura becomes. ]
[ PROCESSING… ]
[ NEW PASSIVE SKILL CRAFTED { RADAR } ]
[ -10 Skill Points ]
[ QUEST 3 : CRAFT A CUSTOM SKILL—COMPLETED ]
[ +5 Skill Points ]
[ Total Skill Points: 10 | EXP: 400/1000 to Level 2 ]
Ten points. Enough for another custom skill.
Arin tapped the newly made card and it slid into the bottom active skill slot, its edges glowing red.
He closed the crafting window and checked the system menu.
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[ STATS : (VIEW) ]
[ CRAFT PASSIVE SKILLS : (VIEW) ]
[ ACTIVE SLOTS: 2/2 (VIEW) ]
[ DAILY QUESTS: (VIEW) ]
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He viewed the "ACTIVE SLOTS".
1st slot: [ LUST GAZE (F) ]
2nd slot: [ RADAR (F) ]
A slow, triumphant smile spread across Arin's face. For the first time in years, it felt like the heavens had actually listened.
He was already imagining the possibilities when a sliver of light cut through the transom window above his door, followed by the familiar jingle of keys.
"Is it really her…?"
Arin yanked his door open and whipped his head to the right.
There she was.
The recently separated woman from 3-C who'd moved in three months ago. Her heavy breasts strained against a threadbare tank top, nipples already poking like they were begging for attention, half-spilling out of an open fluffy cardigan.
Wide, perfect peach hips rolled with every step, the soft fabric of her purple lounge pants clapping faintly as that glorious ass jiggled. Golden heels clicked on the cracked tiles.
She'd always been extra soft with him: speaking in that low, gentle voice that made his stomach flip, and once, she'd appeared at his door with a warm container of homemade food.
Then the aura hit him.
A thick, near-black crimson haze writhed around her entire body, pulsing like living smoke.
Arin's breath caught. He scrubbed at his eyes. Still there—darker, denser, impossible to miss.
He froze.
She was already sliding her key into the lock when she noticed him. Startled, she turned her head, long hair swaying.
"Hey, Arin… long time no see," she murmured, her voice soft and sweet like warm honey.
"H-hey, Aunty… I missed you," he answered, matching her tone, stepping a little closer.
"Aww, I missed you too..."
Their eyes locked.
Three… four seconds.
A sudden wave of molten heat crashed through her body, an aching, shameful arousal she hadn't felt in years. Her pussy clenched hard, already slick, throbbing from nothing more than his gaze.
She jerked her head away, cheeks burning. The fire vanished the instant eye contact broke.
"You okay, Aunty?" Arin asked, voice low, almost knowing.
"U-uhm… yeah. Just tired…"
She slipped inside and shut the door with a soft thud.
Arin stood there, staring at the closed door, heart pounding.
That look on her face—panic, hunger, guilt all mixed together—was brand new.
"Is it the system…?" he whispered to the empty hallway.
"I've never seen her like that before."
A slow, wicked grin spread across his lips.
"Hehe… it's really working."
His voice dropped to a dark, possessive growl.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Jasmine. You're going to be my first target."