"What..."
"Well... this has to be real. This can't be a dream," he thought as he stared at the floating window in front of him.
"Are you like the systems I've read about in novels?" he asked, expecting to receive a response.
[YES]
The response echoed in his mind, and a sudden smile spread across his face. Finally—after so many years of pain and suffering—here was a way out: the system.
"Okay then. Introduce yourself, System," he said eagerly.
[I AM THE MILF SEDUCTION SYSTEM]
[Every time you successfully seduce a MILF, there will be rewards such as abilities or items...]
His heart raced as he absorbed the words. "MILF Seduction System?" It sounded absurd, almost laughable, but the window in front of him wasn't something he could ignore.
"Alright... this is insane," he muttered under his breath. "But I can't deny it's happening."
Taking a deep breath, he decided it was time to return home. The walk back to his dingy apartment felt surreal; his eyes constantly darted to make sure the floating window was still there. Each time he glanced, the glowing interface patiently hovered, waiting for his next command.
When he finally closed the creaky door behind him, he slumped into the worn-out chair in the corner of his room. "Okay, System, tell me more. What exactly can you do? How does this work?"
[The system functions as your companion and guide to fulfill missions designed to improve your life through connections with mature women.]
[Rewards include enhancements to your body, abilities, and items to help you navigate life.]
His head spun as the implications began to settle in. A part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but another part—the part that had struggled with dead-end jobs and endless disappointments—saw potential.
"Alright, System, let's do this. What's my first task?" he asked, leaning forward with anticipation.
[Your first task: acquire money.]
"Money? That's it?" he frowned. "How exactly am I supposed to do that? I barely make enough to scrape by as it is."
The system responded almost immediately.
[Not through normal means. Find a MILF and gain her pity to obtain money.]
His eyes widened. "Wait, what? You're telling me to... manipulate someone?"
[Correct. This is your first step toward success. A reward will be granted upon completion.]
He leaned back, his mind swirling with doubts and possibilities. The idea of using pity felt wrong—yet the promise of a reward tugged at his curiosity.
"If I do this, what's the reward?" he asked cautiously.
[Beginner's Charisma Boost: A temporary enhancement to your charismatic presence, making you more likable and persuasive.]
A charisma boost. That sounded useful. For years, his lack of confidence and awkward demeanor had held him back. If the system could help him with that... maybe it was worth a shot.
"Fine," he said after a long pause. "Where do I even start?"
[Search locally. Target locations include cafés, grocery stores, or parks. Look for signs of loneliness or kindness.]
He nodded slowly. This was unlike anything he'd ever done before, but he couldn't deny the spark of excitement building inside him. It was time to put the system to the test.
Waiting until morning didn't seem necessary. If the task was to get money, there was no time like the present.
He left his apartment, the night air cool against his skin. His destination was a cozy café a few blocks away, one he'd passed often but rarely visited. The lights inside glowed warmly, and a few patrons sat scattered across the space, engrossed in quiet conversation or sipping their drinks.
As he stepped in, the comforting aroma of coffee filled the air. His eyes scanned the room, searching for a suitable target. The system's window appeared before him.
[Observe. Look for someone who appears approachable or in need of conversation.]
It didn't take long for his gaze to settle on a woman sitting alone at a table near the back. She appeared to be in her mid-40s, elegantly dressed in a casual yet tasteful outfit. Her hair was styled neatly, but her posture and the faraway look in her eyes suggested she was lost in thought. Beside her sat an untouched slice of cake and a steaming cup of coffee.
[Target identified. Approach and initiate contact.]
His pulse quickened. This was completely out of his comfort zone, but he forced himself to move. With a deep breath, he walked over to her table and stopped a respectful distance away.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice steady despite his nerves. "I hope I'm not bothering you, but you looked like you could use some company."
The woman blinked, startled, and then offered a small, polite smile. "Oh, that's sweet of you. I was just... thinking. It's been a long day."
He took the opportunity to gesture to the empty seat across from her. "Mind if I join you? I could use a break too."
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, why not."
As he sat down, the system chimed in.
[Good. Build rapport. Ask questions to draw her out and create a connection.]
He introduced himself and began with light conversation, asking about her day. She mentioned that she worked in real estate and had been dealing with a stressful client. He listened intently, occasionally adding sympathetic remarks or a light joke to ease the mood.
Gradually, her guarded demeanor softened, and she began to share more. He learned her name was Laura and that she was a single mother, her teenage son currently away at a school camp.
"You must be proud of him," he said, genuinely impressed. "Balancing work and being a mom sounds like a lot."
Laura chuckled, a hint of warmth returning to her tone. "It's not easy, but I manage. Sometimes, though, it feels like everything falls on my shoulders."
The system's window popped up again.
[Now is the time. Casually bring up your financial struggles and appeal to her empathy.]
The woman looked at him more closely, tilting her head slightly as a thoughtful expression crossed her face.
"You look like you're around my son's age..." she said softly, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity.
He froze for a moment, unsure how to respond. The system's words lingered in his mind, urging him to act. He decided to lean into her observation.
"Yeah, I guess I probably am," he replied with a faint smile. "I'm nineteen. Trying to figure things out on my own, I guess. It's... been a bit of a struggle."
Laura's eyes softened. "Nineteen? My son just turned eighteen. He's away at camp right now—probably the first real time we've been apart for more than a week." She sighed, her voice tinged with a mother's concern. "It's strange not having him around."
He nodded, sensing an opportunity to build rapport. "You sound like a really great mom," he said sincerely. "It must be tough balancing everything and making sure he's doing okay."
Laura's lips curved into a small, grateful smile. "I try my best. But it's not always easy, especially as a single parent. You just do what you have to."
He hesitated, the system's reminder urging him to steer the conversation. He looked down briefly, his voice dropping to a more vulnerable tone. "Honestly, I can't imagine how hard that must be. I've been on my own for a while now. No family, no real support. It's been... rough."
Laura's smile faltered, replaced by a look of genuine sympathy. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry to hear that."
"It's okay," he said quickly, as if trying to brush it off. "I've managed so far. But lately... things have been really tight. I've even had to skip meals just to keep up with rent." He chuckled softly, though the sound was hollow. "Sorry, I don't mean to dump all this on you."
Laura reached out instinctively, her hand brushing his briefly before she withdrew it. "You don't have to apologize. That's a lot for anyone, especially someone so young. You're doing your best, and that's all anyone can ask."
She hesitated for a moment, then reached into her purse. "Here," she said, pulling out a few bills. "Take this. It's not much, but maybe it'll help you get something to eat or cover a little bit of your expenses."
His eyes widened. "I... I can't take that," he said, though his voice wavered.
"Please," Laura said firmly but kindly. "If my son were in your position, I'd hope someone would help him too. Just consider it a little kindness, okay?"
He accepted the money hesitantly, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you... really. This means more than I can say."
Laura smiled again, her maternal warmth shining through. "Take care of yourself, alright? And if you ever need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to reach out. I'm here most evenings."
As she stood to leave, he watched her go, a strange mix of gratitude and guilt swirling in his chest. The system's window appeared once more.
[Task complete. Reward granted: Beginner's Charisma Boost.]