My Milf System-Chapter 367.

It didn’t take long before we arrived at the company dormitory. The place was only about a twenty-minute walk from the company itself, which was convenient enough, and from what I gathered, it wasn’t some fancy staff housing either—just a regular apartment complex where employees could rent rooms at a much cheaper rate than anywhere else.

The building was large, the kind that stretched wider than it looked at first glance, packed with rooms. From what I could tell, each resident had one or two rooms to themselves, along with a private bathroom. Not luxurious, but definitely not bad.

My security guard residence though, was a completely different story.

It wasn’t even part of the main dormitory. Just a small standalone house off to the side—one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a bathroom.

"Alright, boy."

The secretary—Kim, as I’d later learned her name—spoke like she was issuing orders to a stray dog she’d reluctantly decided not to kick.

"Your uniform will be delivered later today. In the meantime, you better start your job. Empty the dustbins, pick up all the litter in the yard, and clean this place up."

I frowned slightly. Wasn’t I hired as security? Since when did that include janitorial work?

Still, I dipped my head just enough to pass as respectful. "Yes, ma’am."

"Tsk... at least you’re an obedient, CV-less pipsqueak," she muttered before turning on her heels and walking off, her tone dripping with irritation.

Obedient my ass.

Still, I didn’t mind. Cleaning the place just meant I’d have free rein to move around, get familiar with everything—and more importantly, do what I actually came here to do.

The moment she was out of sight, I headed straight into my little house, shut the door behind me, and made a beeline for the bedroom.

There, mounted neatly against the wall, was a small bookshelf.

I ran my fingers along the spines, eyes scanning lazily.

"Fifty Shades of Grey..." I muttered under my breath, almost amused.

Then I found it.

"Ah... got it."

I pushed the book inward.

Click.

The sound was soft, almost satisfying. The shelf shifted, opening just enough space for me to slip inside. Once I was in, I pulled it shut behind me.

The hidden room was cramped—barely enough space for a chair and a series of monitors—but it was more than enough.

I powered everything on.

And then—

"Oh... shit."

The screens lit up, each one displaying a different part of the dormitory. Hallways, rooms, corners—almost every inch of the place was covered.

Most rooms were empty, which made sense. People were still at work.

But a few weren’t.

On one screen, a woman slept peacefully on her bed, completely unaware of my watching eyes.

On another, someone was mopping the hallway floors.

And then.....I blinked.

"...You’ve got to be kidding me."

One of the cameras—positioned from above—was pointed directly into a bathroom. A naked woman stood under it, completely exposed, the angle giving a clear, shameless view of her breasts as she turned on the shower. Water cascaded down her body, steam slowly curling up around her.

I just stared, caught off guard.

There were cameras in the showers too?

"Kira... what the hell kind of voyeur are you?" I muttered under my breath.

Seriously... was this some twisted hobby of his? Sitting in this cramped little room, watching his employees bathe, change, live their private lives without them knowing?

And now he was using all this just to spy on Senior Director Karen?

...Yeah. That tracked.

I didn’t even realize how long I’d been staring until I felt my body reacting on its own, a slow, creeping warmth building as my cock began to harden.

Right then—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!!

Someone literally banged at my door.

"Hello!? Delivery guy! I brought your uniform!"

...Just leave it at the door, idiot.

I stayed silent, not moving from the hidden room.

After a moment, the footsteps faded.

Good.

I slipped out, closed the shelf carefully, then stepped outside to grab the box left on my doorstep.

Back inside, I opened it.

A white button-up shirt. Black trousers. A belt. Boots. Standard uniform.

I put them on, only to realize they were slightly too big.

Of course they were. These idiots didn’t even bother taking my measurements—just tossed me whatever they had lying around.

I clicked my tongue.

Whatever. I looked good in anything anyway.

Once dressed, I stepped outside and began patrolling the dormitory, taking my time to familiarize myself with the layout.

The flower beds out front were dry, the soil cracked like they hadn’t seen water in days. I grabbed a hose and started watering them.

Then I moved on—picking up litter, tossing it into bins, cleaning up the yard until it actually looked presentable.

By the time I was done, residents started trickling in.

Some greeted me casually as they passed.

Others weren’t as kind.

"That’s the guy, right? The CV-less one?"

"Yeah, yeah—Google 404," one of them laughed. "Knows everything... well, except nothing!"

They burst out laughing like they’d just come up with the joke of the century.

I rolled my eyes.

Idiots.

Eventually, Kim showed up too, her hips swaying as she walked like she owned the ground beneath her. She didn’t even spare me a glance—just went straight into her place.

Not that I expected anything different.

I kept an eye out for Karen, waiting for her to show up, but she never did.

Where the hell was that woman?

While I was still waiting, the main door suddenly opened again.

Secretary Kim stepped out, now dressed in short pink yoga pants and a simple blouse, slippers on her feet.

And damn... she somehow looked even better than before.

"CV-less boy," she called.

I walked over. "Yes, ma’am."

"I bought too much pizza," she said casually. "Mind finishing it for me?"

Huh. So she had a kind side after all?

I gave a small bow, reaching for the box. "Yes, ma’am. Thank you very mu—"

The door slammed shut in my face before I could finish.

...Right.

I turned back toward my place.

Well, whatever. Free food was free food.

And honestly, what was better than eating pizza while watching live surveillance?

I settled back into the hidden room, pulled the box open–, and immediately recoiled.

"What the—"

The smell hit me first. The rotten, so kind of smell.

The pizza looked like it had been sitting there for three, maybe four days. The cheese had gone stiff and grayish, the toppings unrecognizable.

Scattered inside were chicken bones—equally rotten.

Even a starving dog wouldn’t touch this shit.

My grip tightened around the box.

...That woman.

She was really testing me.

Slowly, I set it down, my jaw tightening.

Fine.

If that’s how she wanted to play it...

Then I’d play along.

I’d just use her instead—squeeze every bit of value I could out of her. Yeah.....she will be my field to cultivate pleasure points from.

After all—

She had this shit coming.

To be continued.....