All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 49 - Olga

Leon and the Village Chief stood inside the Chiefʼs office—a cramped room with a wooden table at its center, surrounded by three chairs. Two were plain, but the third, carved with intricate designs and fitted with a cushion, was clearly meant for the man in charge.

”Leon... Take a seat, son.” The chief gestured with a practiced smile as he settled into his throne-like chair.

”Iʼm good.” Leonʼs voice was flat, his stance firm. He wasnʼt here to play nice.

”Well then... how much do you want? Thirty coppers? Forty?” The chiefʼs tone was smooth, calculated.

”Seems like your sonʼs life ainʼt worth shit to you, huh?” Leonʼs lips curled slightly, eyes sharp.

The Chiefʼs smile barely faltered. ”Come now, you didnʼt even know how to make the potion. Iʼm already very grateful to you. So... how about this? Three months free of tax and fifty coppers. Winterʼs coming, and Iʼm sure your family could use it. You have a family of three to feed, after all. Donʼt you think thatʼs more than—”

”ʼI-Iʼll do anything you say, just save my son!ʼ” Leon interrupted, voice dripping with mockery. ”Sound familiar, right ? I wonder who said that ? Oh, right. That was you.”

The Chiefʼs expression darkened. ”I know what I said, kid. Donʼt forget, I run this village. Just because Iʼm treating you with a little respect doesnʼt mean you can strut around like you own my house.”

Leon smirked, crossing his arms. ”Either I get what I asked for, or Iʼll feed my family my own way.”

The Chief exhaled, clearly irritated. ”Look, just take what Iʼm offering and go home. I donʼt want word getting out that I didnʼt reward the man who saved my son. Take it, be grateful.”

ʼHah... predictable fat bastard,ʼ Leon thought. ʼI expected at least a silver, but this pig wonʼt part with even that.ʼ

Then, a better idea formed in his mind.

”Fine. Forget the silver. Get me 100 kilos of Trema plant buds and leaves.”

The Chief squinted. ”What? You want a hundred kilos of useless grass instead of money?”

”Yes.”

”No, no... I have a reputation—”

”What if I tell everyone that you gave me one silver and twelve months tax-free as a reward?” Leonʼs grin was razor-sharp.

The Chief stiffened before sighing. ”Deal. When do you want it?”

”Ten kilos by tomorrow. The rest—sort it out yourself.”

”Fine. Itʼll be at your house by evening. Youʼre a weird bastard, you know that? Couldʼve just taken the money. Instead, youʼre hoarding some dumb plant... well, your choice. No backing out now.” The Chief scoffed before leaving.

Leonʼs smirk widened. ʼA whole kingdom smoking weed... this is gonna be fun.ʼ

But as the Chief disappeared, Leonʼs expression cooled. ʼThis bastardʼs a problem. Iʼll deal with him eventually.ʼ

Turning to leave, he found Olga waiting outside, her lips curled into a smile.

”Hello, maʼam.” His voice was neutral.

”Leon...” Olga purred, stepping close before throwing herself against him. Her huge, soft fleshy boobs smothered his face, and the scent of her body filled his nostrils.

Leon inhaled deeply, his hands sliding down to grip her thick ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

His cock pulsed against his trousers, lust surging through his veins.

”You saved my son... How can I ever thank you? Please, tell me.” Olgaʼs voice was sweet, needy, oblivious to where Leonʼs hands were roaming.

Leon smirked. ”Hmm... how about I tell you tomorrow?”

”I-I donʼt have any money on me—”

”Donʼt worry. I donʼt need money.” He leaned in. ”Iʼll ask for something you can give me tomorrow. Wait in your room. Iʼll come to you at this exact time.”

With that, he turned and left, savoring the way her body trembled against him before he pulled away.

”But... what will you ask for...?” Olga mumbled, as she didnʼt understand anything.

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Leon took his time walking home, smirking.

ʼWhy devour all the treats at once when you can enjoy them one at a time?ʼ

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Ten minutes later, he arrived, knocking twice.

Knock-knock.

Click.

Elaine opened the door, draped in a sheer, purple nightgown that clung to her curvy and busty body. The fabric was almost transparent, teasing the plump swells of her breasts and the tight dips of her waist.

Leon stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

”Your dinnerʼs on the table, Leo.” Elaine gestured toward the meal, her voice steady, but her eyes flickered downward—straight to the bulge in his pants.

ʼH-He is hard again...ʼ She thought as hest started to generate in-between her thighs.

”Is Selene asleep?” Leon asked.

”Yes. Why?” Elaineʼs brows knitted slightly.

Leon didnʼt answer. Instead, he strode forward and yanked her into his arms, pressing his face deep into her cleavage. His hands slid down her back, gripping her thick, round ass, kneading it roughly.

”L-Leo... what are you doing? T-This isnʼt right... y-you have to stop this...” Elaine whimpered, her hands weakly pushing against his chest.

But Leon wasnʼt stopping. If anything, he tightened his grip, fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her against his rock-hard cock.

”Shut up, you filthy whore.” His voice was low, commanding. ”If you werenʼt expecting this... then tell me—” He lifted her nightgown with one swift motion, exposing her bare, quivering ass. ”Where are your panties?”

Elaine gasped, her breath hitching as Leonʼs rough fingers spread her soft cheeks, his touch teasingly close to her dripping pussy.