Chapter 60: Ch60: Taste of Life

Amelia sat at a corner table in a fitted purple dress that hugged her waist and followed the line of her hips. Her short hair still carried the clean trim of a parlour, dark strands resting against her nape.

She lifted a small cup of coffee to her mouth and waited for the order, one leg crossed over the other.

Nyle’s eyes caught on her at once. A low whistle left him. Even from the side the dress hid nothing. The bodice pulled across her chest; the gap between the cups showed the full press of her breasts and the shadowed line of cleavage.

"Status," he whispered under his breath.

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<{ INSPECT }>

Name: Amelia West

Age: 31

Attraction: 0%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 1%

Description: A woman who craves attention yet keeps her desires hidden. She builds a life on social media and wears the face of a good, happy mother.

<[ SEX_LIFE: UNSATISFIED ]>

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Nyle approached the table with his usual calm, composed expression, carrying the order carefully in both hands.

"Here’s your order, ma’am. Oh—"

He stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening as recognition struck him. Acting obviously. His lips parted, forming a small O, while the eyebrows rose in genuine surprise.

Amelia blinked, caught off guard by his sudden reaction. "What happened?" she asked, curiosity creeping into her voice.

"Wait... are you the creator of the Taste for Life channel?"

A genuine smile slowly spread across Amelia’s face.

She was used to being recognized online, but never in person. Not once in her entire life had a stranger looked at her and immediately known who she was.

"Yes, I am," she replied, a faint hint of pride slipping into her smile.

Nyle’s excitement grew by the second.

"I’m such a huge fan, ma’am. I love your cooking videos!" he said, barely giving her a chance to respond. "Especially your cooking tutorials. They’re so simple, but somehow you make everything look so interesting. I’ve actually tried a few of your recipes myself!"

Compliments poured from his mouth one after another, each delivered with unmistakable sincerity.

Amelia couldn’t help but smile wider.

For someone who had spent years sharing her passion with strangers through a screen, being recognized like this felt unexpectedly warm.

"Which one?" she asked.

"The homemade donuts one," Nyle replied without hesitation. "You were teaching people how to make donuts from scratch."

Amelia’s eyes widened slightly.

Five years ago?

She searched his face for any sign that he was simply flattering her, but there was none. He hadn’t paused to think, nor had he given some vague answer that any casual viewer could have guessed.

He remembered the video.

That alone was enough to tell her that Nyle wasn’t just pretending to be a fan. Instead, he had been following her channel from the very long time.

"Please, enjoy your meal," Nyle said with a polite smile before turning away.

Queena noticed the exchange but didn’t think much of it — simply assumed the woman sitting at the table was one of Nyle’s relatives.

The moment Nyle stepped into the staff room, the smile vanished from his face.

’Agh... that was so cringe. What the hell was I even doing?’ He covered his face with one hand and let out a quiet groan.

’That was so awkward.’

A few minutes later, Nyle was back at his station, trying to forget the embarrassing encounter. He had barely settled into his work when his phone buzzed.

*Buzz~*

He pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen. An email. From none other than Amelia.

His eyebrows rose as he opened it.

It was a direct invitation to meet at the Lair Hotel, located near a pharmaceutical shop on Rosewood Street.

Monday — 5:30 PM

’Tomorrow?’

Nyle stared at the screen for a moment.

But before he could give it much thought, another email arrived.

Amelia: I know this is unexpected, but could you meet me today instead? Sunday, 5:30 PM. It’s urgent. Please reply as soon as possible.

Nyle’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Today?

He hesitated for a moment before typing a short reply.

Nyle: Okay.

Suddenly, a blue, translucent screen materialized in front of his eyes.

<[Daily Task]>

’Host, you were in such a hurry and so busy that you forgot to check today’s daily tasks.’ •_•

Nyle stared at the screen for a moment.

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<{ Daily Tasks }> <{ 13:42:09 remaining }>

1. Tame a new MILF and smash her for one hour straight. Fill both her holes within the hour. Reward: +5 Upgrade points, +2 Trade coins, +1000 Exp.

2. Buy all the capsules from the shop. Reward: +2 Trade coins.

3. Pound a Milf you claimed in a public space without getting caught for half an hour. Reward: +20 Upgrade points, +2000 Exp.

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"Hmm... buy all the capsules. I mean, it’s Sunday, so why not?" Nyle murmured to himself.

’Marvis, open the shop and buy all the capsules.’

’Affirmative,’ •_•

<[ +5 Aphrodisiac Capsules have been added to your Inventory ]>

<[ +7 Attraction Capsule have been added to your inventory]>

With the purchase complete, Nyle now had seventy-two Trade Coins remaining.

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<{ INVENTORY }>

1. Aphrodisiac capsule (Qty: 6)

2. Attraction capsule (Qty: 8)

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Task 2: Completed.

Reward: +2 Trade coins has been deposited.

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’Marvis, show me my profile,’ said Nyle.

The blue, translucent screen flickered before changing, its contents shifting into a detailed profile display.

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<{ Profile }>

Name: Nyle Frost

Age: 23

Level: 8 { Reach lvl 9 [ Reward: +1 Penalty Card ]

Exp: 78/3000

Upgrade Points: 13

Strength: 10% [+]

Stamina: 20% [+]

Charm: 6% [+]

Luck: 8% [+]

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’Do me a favour and put six points into Charm and the rest into Luck.’

’As you command.’ •_•

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Charm: 6% ~> 12%

Luck: 8% ~> 15%

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’Marvis, what’s this Penalty Card?’ Nyle asked, his eyes locked on the glowing text.

’You can use this card to avoid the punishment if you fail to complete two mandatory Daily Tasks.’ •_•

"Now, that’s a really important thing," Nyle muttered, his voice low enough that only he could hear.

Meanwhile, Franco happened to be passing by and caught the last few words.

"What? Important?"

"Nothing," Nyle replied quickly, turning his head and pointing toward the earbud tucked in his ear.

Franco’s mouth formed a small O.

"Oh..."

Without asking any further questions, he nodded and continued toward the washroom.