All MILFs are Mine Chapter 350: LAST RISE: TIDAL DRIFT

At the front of the Sephir Kingdom, two men were lowering a coffin into a hole dug six feet deep. They began to slowly cover it with earth.

Meanwhile, Trody stood atop a large rock, a small diary clutched in his hands.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, today we have lost a truly beloved and dear member of this kingdom, and we cannot help but shed tears. My heart is heavy with this loss, and I find it difficult to express the depth of my sorrow in bidding farewell to such a close friend. However, Morin will forever reside within our hearts and memories." Trody proclaimed, his gaze falling upon Leon, who stood behind the assembled crowd with a faint smirk.

"Please, share some words in his honor... I shall now step down." Trody said, taking a step back and descending from the rock.

"Sir Trody... May I say a few words?" a beastkin woman inquired, her expression etched with sadness.

"Ah... Rika, certainly. Please, proceed." Trody responded, making his way back towards Leon.

"Sir... Is something amiss?" Trody asked quietly, observing Leon.

The two men gradually moved away from the gathered mourners.

"I have limited time to spare; you will send all three women to my chambers once this funeral ceremony concludes." Leon stated with a placid expression, turning his attention to Rika.

She possessed enormous breasts, barely contained within a scandalously small, laced bodice that was clearly losing the struggle against her massive, luscious cleavage. The flimsy leather cords strained to their utmost, digging into her soft skin as her incredibly heavy breasts spilled over the top in abundance. With each trembling, sobbing breath she took, her huge bosom heaved and jiggled, appearing as though it might burst from the tight fabric at any moment.

Below her narrow waist, a skimpy, tattered loincloth did little to conceal her thick thighs and her considerable, impossibly plump posterior.

"I will take her and two others..." Leon declared, gesturing towards Rika and two voluptuous milfs standing beside their husbands and children.

"Any elf women you favor?" Trody inquired with a smile.

"No, I don't see any busty elf MILFs here; they are all quite slender. Just get those three to Morin's residence as soon as possible, and I will depart after I've had my way with them." Leon replied impassively.

"As you command, Sir." Trody answered with a grin.

"How did you manage to convince them of Morin's demise without presenting the body?" Leon asked, a puzzled smile gracing his lips.

"It's not a significant matter, Sir. You merely need one of them to believe, and the rest will follow." Trody explained with a smile.

"It appears this kingdom is poised for prosperity under your leadership." Leon remarked, his smile widening.

"I shall endeavor to do my best, Sir. Kindly proceed to Morin's house and await them; the women will be sent shortly. However, I do have one request." Trody said, his expression neutral.

"What is it?"

"This ceremony will continue for another six or seven hours. I would be grateful if you could ensure they do not escape the house once you begin your activities with them. Because if any of them were to return-"

"Worry not, I shall also do my utmost." Leon interrupted him.

"Thank you, Sir."

"I will be waiting at Morin's house." Leon stated, turning on his heel and commencing his walk back towards the Kingdom.

....

After approximately ten minutes of walking, Leon arrived before Morin's residence and entered.

He proceeded to the inner chamber and lay down on the bed. However, the moment Leon closed his eyes, a fresh, cold gust of air struck his face.

"Hmm...?" Upon opening his eyes, Leon noticed that instead of the bed, he was now situated on a beach, the cool ocean water lapping at his feet.

"Congratulations... Kid." A familiar voice suddenly spoke from behind him.

"Hmm...?" Leon turned around, spotting the white fox seated in a chair behind him, a smile on its face.

"White fox... Congratulations for what?" Leon inquired, looking perplexed.

"On unlocking the first form of Last Rise." The white fox stated with a smile, rising and approaching Leon.

"Huh... So that's why my arm didn't ache when I used the technique earlier, but how is that possible? I haven't even practiced it two thousand times?" Leon questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"You may have stumbled upon it by chance, or perhaps it was a fluke, but you did. You see, Last Rise is an ancient technique, forged by some of the most brilliant minds in the history of swordsmanship. Last Rise does not mandate repetitive practice. If you had repeated the technique ten thousand times as I instructed, nothing would have happened. You can continue practicing it as much and as many times as you desire, but what you truly needed to grasp was that this technique is not about brute strength or endurance."

It’s purely built on focus and sheer will… That’s why on the day I decided to free you from that monster tree’s grasp, because your will was unbreakable.

Today when you casted that technique, you utilized focus and willpower… That’s why you performed the first stance without any problems.

White Fox explained, “I am not allowed to teach you anything… I am only allowed to show you the seven stances of the techniques.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that before I started training that technique?” Leon inquired, a look of confusion on his face.

“Who is stopping you from telling?” Leon asked, his expression neutral.

“I also can’t tell you that,” White Fox responded.

“So… Why have you pulled me in here? Are you going to show me the second form, or what? Because if not, some girls are coming over that I really need to “satisfy”,” Leon asked, appearing puzzled.

“Haha… Fine, fine… I won’t hold you up for long,” White Fox said as he vanished into thin air.

“What the–?” Leon started to speak but paused mid-sentence. He turned around and noticed White Fox walking across the ocean’s surface, a silver-bladed sword grasped in his hand.

Suddenly, the air became still, and an absolute silence descended.

Leon focused on White Fox with a serious expression.

“LAST RISE…” White Fox proclaimed, raising his sword and holding it vertically above his head.

“…SECOND FORM: TIDAL DRIFT,” he continued. As he slowly began to bring the sword down, Leon observed something peculiar once the blade was halfway to its target.

White Fox was advancing towards him with astonishing speed, yet his legs and body remained completely stationary. Not a single discernible movement was visible to the naked eye.

“Fucking–”

*SLASH*

Before Leon’s mind could even process what was transpiring, White Fox was already standing before him, his blade descending towards Leon’s throat.

*THUD*

With a single, clean strike, he decapitated Leon and returned the blade to its sheath.

*Click*

“As calm and deadly as water,” White Fox remarked, his expression unreadable.

….

“What the f–?!” Leon jolted awake and instinctively placed his hand on his neck, only to find it perfectly intact.

[Congratulations! You have successfully unlocked {Last Rise Second Form: Tidal Drift}]

[Last Rise: Tidal Drift (0/50000)]

“Bloody hell… How was he even moving like that?” Leon questioned, quickly dismissing the notification.

*Knock-Knock*

“Excuse me… We’re here to help with the cleaning, is anyone home?”

[Note: Thanks to Agrona0 and Onituski for the gifts.]