All MILFs are Mine Chapter 345: Let’s play ’Fingers’

Suddenly, Malebolge transformed into an elderly man clad in papal vestments...

"Oh... It has been quite some time since I last possessed someone," John uttered with a sinister grin, proceeding to walk up to Morin and place a hand on his shoulder.

The moment his hand made contact with Morin’s shoulder, John vanished.

"Ah... this sensation is incredibly pleasant. To control a mere human, to experience all these emotions and the feeling of hung--" Before John could finish his statement, he reappeared outside, with Vane now taking his place.

"So...?" Leon inquired with a smile before taking a seat.

"I’ve acquired the appearance, master... Since I lack genuine skin, I will attempt to alter the original body itself, though I won't be able to sustain this form for an extended period, master," Vane explained as his entire form began to shift and reform.

"I only require a few moments..." Leon responded with a smile.

In mere seconds, he transformed into an ancient elf with long, white hair, much like Morin.

"Awaken him and express how much you cherish him," Leon commanded with a smile.

"Yes, master," Vane replied, placing his hand on Morin's face and beginning to call his name.

"Mori... wake up, my child. Wake up, it is your grand-papa," Vane said, altering his voice.

"G-Grand-papa...?" Morin questioned in a bewildered tone as he awoke and looked at Vane.

"A-Am I dead...? Grand-papa?" Morin asked, his expression one of utter confusion.

"No, Mori... I am here to convey the depth of my love for you as my grandchild. Furthermore, I possess something intended for you, which will shield you from that individual," Vane stated, gesturing towards Leon.

Morin immediately spun around, observing Leon casually sipping alcohol while regarding them with a malevolent smirk.

Suddenly, his eyes widened in sheer terror as he turned back to face Vane and hastily scrambled away.

"Y-You are deceased... H-How are you here? What kind of twisted games are you orchestrating against me? How did you possibly return, you damned monster?" Morin shrieked, his gaze fixed upon Leon.

*Sip*

"Twisted games? I am not engaged in any "twisted games" with you. I believe that is your genuine grand-papa, and he has arrived to rescue you from my clutches," Leon replied with a smile, finishing his drink and setting the mug down.

"B-But... H-How could that-"

"Here, Mori... This dagger. As long as you keep this in your hand, that wicked man shall be unable to lay a hand on you," Vane said, drawing forth a dagger and presenting its handle towards Morin.

"Oh no no no... Not that particular dagger," Leon interjected, rising abruptly from his chair with a show of feigned concern.

The instant Morin witnessed this reaction, he immediately raised his hand to seize the dagger. However, before his fingers could make contact, Vane grasped his hand.

"W-What are you doing-" Before Morin could utter another word, Vane vanished, and Maverick materialized, a distinctly psychotic smile gracing his features.

"Let us engage in a game... I shall call it 'FINGERS,' heheheh..." Maverick declared, pressing Morin's hand firmly against the floor.

*Thud*

"N-No... Release my-"

"Open your fingers, or forfeit them... Here comes the chopper," Maverick taunted, commencing to swiftly stab the dagger in the narrow gaps between Morin's fingers.

"The Mumbley-Peg," Leon commented with a smile as he casually approached to observe the unfolding scene.

*STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB*

Maverick’s stabbing was so rapid that Morin found himself unable to divert his gaze from his own hand. Maverick’s smile widened grotesquely as he continued to fixate on Morin’s expression of pure terror.

"Hey... Maverick," Leon said with a smile, picking up the wooden mug he held.

"Yes, master?" Maverick inquired, immediately turning his head towards Leon, yet continuing his assault without missing a beat or touching even a fraction of Morin’s fingers.

"What might occur if one were to be interrupted during this little game of yours? For instance, if this mug were to slip from my grasp and tumble to the floor, oops..." Leon mused aloud, deliberately letting the mug fall.

*Thud*

The moment the mug impacted the floor, Maverick’s smile contorted into a look of pure mania.

*STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB*

In a mere fraction of a second, Maverick executed precisely five stabs – no more, no less – severing all five of Morin’s fingers.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...." Morin’s agonizing scream pierced the air as he stared at the fresh blood gushing from his dismembered fingers.

"You see... This is the consequence of disturbing me, master," Maverick stated with a smile, retrieving the dagger and proceeding to lick the blood from its blade.

"I offer my apologies... It was a genuine, unintentional mistake," Leon replied, adopting an air of fabricated remorse.

"Why...? Why are you inflicting this upon meeee? J-Just end my life already," Morin pleaded in sheer agony, his eyes locked onto Leon.

"Step aside..." Leon commanded, his expression turning serious as he looked at Maverick.

"Yes, master," Maverick responded, immediately complying and stepping back.

"Why did you not kill me? What possessed you to believe it was a judicious course of action to send me tumbling down those stairs, condemning me to a slow demise?" Leon questioned, his tone grave.

"Because your strength far surpasses mine... Killing you with my current abilities is an impossibility," Morin bellowed, his gaze fixed on Leon.

"Hah... A valid point. Perhaps you should strive to become stronger next time," Leon responded, raising two fingers and flicking them to the right.

*STAB*

Abruptly, one of Nyxter’s blades hurtled in from the left, piercing Morin’s skull with deadly accuracy and ending his life instantly.

*THUD*

"Aww... We could have had so much more fun toying with him," Maverick commented, a crestfallen look on his face.

"Yeah, no, we were about to-" Before Leon could finish speaking, a series of knocks echoed from the door.

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

"Mr. Morin... are you well? Please open the door, we heard the commotion."

"Mr. Morin, would you please open the door."

"Mr. Morrinnnnnnn..."

...

"Excellent, more work to be done," Maverick chirped, his grin returning.

"Switch places with Vane and assume his appearance," Leon instructed.

"As you command, master." Maverick vanished instantly, and Vane reappeared.

Without any delay, Vane seized Morin’s discarded skin and employed a certain skill, which facilitated the seamless peeling of the flesh.

"Impressive speed, Vane," Leon remarked, casually approaching the door.