All MILFs are Mine Chapter 325: I can’t hold it anymore

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Previously on All MILFs are Mine...

In the Human Kingdom’s Church, prayers ended with an announcement for the Hulonion Festival, inviting families to bring children for a special feast. The nuns dined together under Mother Carrie's lead, where Terisa delivered a hasty prayer amid lighthearted complaints. Concerns arose over declining attendance, linked to rumors of a dead god and demons, with Mother Carrie blaming her sister Marie, a lustful demon servant poaching followers through temptation.

*Blink. Blink.*

"Hmm...?"

Slowly, Leon's eyes fluttered open. Stillness surrounded him—a massive, silent mountain plateau reaching far into the faint fog. Directly in front of him stood the White Fox, wearing that exasperatingly composed grin on his face.

"Well..." The Fox cocked his head, his amber gaze shining with a blend of fun and interest. "Coming face to face with you like this is quite something, huh?"

"White Fox." Leon's tone emerged low and even while he rose to his feet, brushing his sleeves clean by reflex.

"...What brings you here? You're cutting into a fine dream. Naked girls with huge boobs don't show up without help, you know."

A brief chuckle escaped the White Fox as he shook his head. "Such a desire-driven young man. Still—" he gave a casual shrug, "—we all draw power from something. Rage. Arrogance. Desire. Greed. It never ends." His grin eased slightly.

"So... how have you been? Hope all's well out-"

"You're beating around the bush." Leon's face stayed unchanged. "Get to it, or I'm leaving."

The Fox's grin held steady. It even grew keener.

"You executed the technique a thousand times within mere hours." He allowed the words to linger briefly.

"Do you grasp what that implies?"

Leon blinked once. "...You telling me to train harder because-"

"No, no, no." The White Fox dismissed it with a wave, yet his eyes sparkled differently. "I was just... astonished. Even awed. The previous one to perfect that form," he hesitated,

"Do you know the time it took him for a thousand repetitions?"

"A month?" Leon answered flatly.

"Three years." The White Fox stated it plainly, as if obvious. "Nobody managed over twice daily. The endurance loss alone wrecked most youths if their stance faltered just a bit. Shattered bones... Some ended up with ruined hands from the practice."

’Well, that wouldn’t trouble me at all.’

Leon kept his face impassive while the idea flashed through.

’With mana turning to stamina and endless mana supply... Endurance poses no issue for me, plus I've snapped plenty of bones training but pain’s recovery fixed me right away.’

The White Fox's stare intensified, his aged eyes squinting slightly as he examined Leon.

"From the moment I saw you... I felt something wrong. Something mismatched." He linked hands behind his back, tone turning reflective. "Now I know for sure. You're not of this world, right?"

Silence.

Leon held the stare, a subtle mocking smirk tugging his lip's edge.

White Fox exhaled patiently, not beaten. "Fine. Can't pry it from you." His grin reappeared, sly and threatening. "But answers will come. When the pact fails... I'll claim your body. Your thoughts. Every hidden recollection."

"Then I guess," Leon shot back, smile intact, "we wait and watch."

Fog grew denser. Shadows invaded vision's borders like closing drapes.

Then—nothing.

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"...on."

"...Leon?"

"...Master?"

*Blink. Blink.*

Eyes met him first—two sets, observing calmly.

Selene. And Elis.

Leon shook off the dream remnants, sat up straighter, and eased shoulder tension. "What—" His eyes went to Selene, then Elis. "Selene, why are you here?"

He turned to her. "Elis. How long out?"

"About two hours, Master." Elis responded, ever poised and orderly.

"Mm." Leon noted it. "You full? Mana fully back?"

"Yes, Master. Totally."

"Good. Go now." He ordered.

"Yes, Master."

Elis vanished silently, like mist in a breeze.

*Swish*

Leon faced Selene again, words forming. "Alright, time to discuss what you—"

The words died unspoken.

Selene acted swiftly.

Her mouth pressed to his—intense, needy, ravenous—like restraint had crumbled after endless waiting. Heat from her lips hit Leon instantly, desire pulsing from her like smoldering fire.

She kissed with raw necessity.

Lips battled his shamelessly urgent, tugging his bottom lip—savoring, probing, insisting. A soft whimper escaped her when his teeth nipped her tender lip back.

"Mnhhhh~"

*Chuu—*

No retreat came.

Locked in fervor, mouths danced greedily, ignoring breath, ignoring the world beyond their heated seal.

One minute passed...

Parting at last, Selene panted hard, saliva strand linking mouths.

"Haa—"

Her exhale trembled warm. Lips swelled lushly—deep crimson from rub, shiny and agape, silently pleading more.

Leon's eyes drifted down—intent, unhurried.

Fabric strained over her breasts, barely containing. Thin material stuck tight, dark damp spots at nipple peaks.

Nipples poked firm against cloth, throbbing. Milk seeped freely—proof her body yielded fully to belly's rising fire.

"Leo..." Her voice dropped husky, seductive, yanking bodice hard.