The translation of the text to English is:
Her kisses were soft at first, skillful, persuasive. It wasn't the kiss of a young man in a hurry, but the kiss of an expert who knew exactly how to melt resistance.
Mrs. Sari stiffened, then, with a half-choked groan, her body melted. Her hands, which had initially tried to push Nathan's chest away, instead gripped his sleeves, holding on.
The system was working. Nathan felt the flow of data—what the woman in front of him liked, how to touch her, where to caress. He was an obedient student.
He pulled away slowly, looking into Mrs. Sari's eyes, now glazed and darkened by confusing desire.
"We... we shouldn't..." she gasped, but her arms pulled Nathan closer.
"We can," Nathan countered in a voice that had become a soft command. "Today, there's nothing else. Just you and me."
His hand moved to the buttons of Mrs. Sari's simple nightgown. His fingers, usually used to gripping heavy equipment, now deftly and gently unbuttoned them one by one. Mrs. Sari closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Shame and passion warred within her, but Nathan's skillful touch ensured the victor.
The gown opened, revealing her aging body, with skin that was starting to sag and the marks of a life that had been lived. Nathan, guided by the system, showed not the slightest hesitation or judgment. Instead, his eyes looked at her with seeming genuine admiration.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and he bent down, placing a warm, wet kiss on her collarbone.
Mrs. Sari moaned softly, her body arching. "Nathan... oh, my..."
Nathan continued to caress and kiss, tracing every inch with unnatural patience. He was fulfilling a task, but for Mrs. Sari, it felt like a longing.
Like a recognition of her long-neglected womanhood. Tears were flowing freely now, but she no longer tried to resist.
She was sinking into the sensations aroused by this young man, into the strange fantasy that had suddenly become real.
As Nathan took off his own clothes, Mrs. Sari opened her eyes. And there, she saw it.
Nathan himself almost choked. Is that... mine?
His shaft was erect, mighty, and far larger and more muscular than he remembered.
It was a tangible physical change from the system—an enhancement that lived up to its name. It looked almost inhuman, a tool designed for one purpose: to give women overwhelming pleasure.
A symbol of his newfound power, the power to take and to satisfy.
He saw a flicker of fear in Mrs. Sari's eyes. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice hoarse, though it was unclear for whom—for her or for Mrs. Sari. "I'm going to make you feel good."
He didn't rush. The system guided him to awaken every nerve in her body first. His fingers, his mouth, his tongue—all worked in perfect harmony, mapping every moan, every tremor, every arch of her body.
The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, groans, and the rustling of bedsheets.
Mrs. Sari was no longer able to speak coherently. She babbled, calling Nathan's name, sometimes just calling "nathan," drowning in a sea of sensations she had never experienced even in her youth.
"Please..." she finally urged, her body sweaty and shivering, holding back a peak that was so close. "Nathan... now..."
That was what Nathan had been waiting for. With a smooth movement, he positioned himself. He looked into Mrs. Sari's eyes, which were filled with tears, desire, and total surrender.
"Ready, Ma'am?" he whispered, and without waiting for an answer, he entered her.
Mrs. Sari screamed. It was a scream filled with surprise, a little pain, and overwhelming fullness.
Nathan felt the warmth and tightness enveloping his shaft, and for the first time that night, system or no system, a genuine groan escaped his lips. It was an incredible sensation, power coursing through him.
He began to move. Slowly at first, rhythmically, each thrust calculated to touch her deepest point. Mrs. Sari gripped his shoulders, her claws leaving marks on his skin. Her babbling turned into muffled screams.
"Yes! Oh, Nathan! Yes! Like that!"
Nathan, guided by the system, found the perfect rhythm. Every movement, every angle, designed to maximize her pleasure.
He was no longer Nathan the heartbroken miner. He was a god in this bed, and Mrs. Sari was his most ardent worshiper.
He bent down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss while his hips continued to pound into her relentlessly. He felt her body tense, heard her cries grow louder, and knew she was close.
"Come with me, Ma'am," he growled in her ear, the rough accent of his mine returning briefly. "Let it all go for me!"
It was a command she couldn't resist. With a scream that shattered the night—a scream that Lisa and Boy outside must have heard—Mrs. Sari exploded, her body trembling uncontrollably, shivering in Nathan's arms.
It felt like a small earthquake. Her powerful contractions triggered a chain reaction in Nathan.
With a long groan that came from the bottom of his lungs, he reached his peak, filling her with burning heat, releasing all the anger, disappointment, and pent-up power of the system into the womb of the woman who was the mother of his ex-fiancée.
He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. The smell of their bodies—the smell of old powder, sweat, and sex—filled the stuffy room.
For a moment, there was only silence, punctuated by their ragged breathing.
Then, the voice. Cold, mechanical, and utterly out of place.
[Ding! Host task completed. Reward of 300,000,000 Rupiah has been transferred to host account. Bed Power System upgraded to Level 2. New features unlocked: Advanced Target Analysis, Stamina Boost +30%, Sex Magnetic Aura +15%.]
Nathan heard it, but he didn't react immediately. He was still reeling from the physical experience, from the reality of what he had just done.
Beneath him, Mrs. Sari began to cry. Not hysterical sobs, but soft, trembling tears, filled with shame, confusion, and the lingering remnants of pleasure still rippling through her body.
"Nathan... son... what have we done?" she sobbed, her hand stroking his dusty hair gently, as if unable to help herself.
Nathan pushed himself up, looking at his sweaty body and the older woman's body lying limp on the now-disheveled sheets. Guilt tried to creep in, but the system, or perhaps the emptiness in his heart, quickly stifled it.
He looked down at her, his eyes now colder. "We did what we wanted, Ma'am," he said, his voice flat. He gathered his clothes and began to put them on.
"I... I didn't..." She trailed off, pulling the blanket up to cover her naked body, suddenly acutely aware of her age, of the inappropriateness of it all.
Nathan didn't see her. His mind was already on something else. On the voice in his head. On the 300 million. On the level 2 system. On Lisa and Boy outside.
He walked over to the small mirror on the wall. He looked at his reflection. His eyes were different. There was a cold glint in them, an unnatural confidence. He had crossed a line, and there was no going back.
He heard Lisa still banging on the door frantically. "Mom! Nathan! Open up! What are you doing in there?"