All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 138: A Spy

”Are you the new butler?”

Leon turned toward the voice—and what he saw made his dick hard in an Instant.

Standing there was a full-blown MILF in her thirties, oozing sex appeal from every inch of her curvy body.

Long, silky blonde hair framed a flawless face—gorgeous emerald eyes that sparkled with authority, plump, juicy lips, and smooth, porcelain skin.

But her face? That was nothing compared to her body.

Her body was something out of the world. Her massive tits strained against the tight black blouse, threatening to burst free with every breath she took.

And her ass was even bigger than Elaineʼs ass, her juicy cheeks were near tearing her uniform apart from behind, the fabric stretched tight over those luscious curves like it was holding on for dear life. She was so hot that Leon eye-fucked her several times in just a single second.

”Excuse me? I asked you something,” the maid said sharply, her piercing gaze locking onto Leonʼs face.

Leon blinked, snapping out of the haze of fantasies clouding his mind. ”Y-Yes, Iʼm the new butler,” he replied quickly, then silently activated his skill.

[Name: Kelma Stinson]

[Class: Housewife]

[Race: Elf]

[Level: 60]

[HP: 60000/60000]

[MP: 30000/30000]

[Description: Kelma is an Elf spy, operating under the alias Reina.

She has served in the Weaver household as a maid for the past three years, using her position to leak classified intelligence to her homeland. The Weaver familyʼs involvement in Borders to Royal Palace information exchange makes her placement here highly strategic.]

ʼHoly fucking shit…ʼ Leonʼs eyes narrowed slightly, though his expression remained calm. ʼThis just got very interesting.ʼ

Reinaʼs tone remained cold, her voice laced with attitude. ”May I ask why you were engaging in such a casual conversation with Madam Emilia instead of meeting with your superior ?”

ʼDamn… This bitch has a really big attitude for a spy,ʼ Leon mused.

ʼAnd how the hell is she pulling this off as a ”housewife Class” ? Her ears are clean—no cuts. Illusion magic, maybe? Or a high-grade artifact hiding her real identity ?ʼ He thought with a confused expression.

Emilia smiled lightly, breaking the tension. ”We were just talking about the flowers, Reina. No need to give him such a hard time—itʼs his first day.”

Reina bowed slightly. ”My apologies, Madam. But he should understand the importance of punctuality.”

Leon raised his hand slowly, pressing his fingers firmly into the side of his neck.

*Crack*

His gaze locked on Reinaʼs back, a dark grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

ʼBreaking her... will be fun,ʼ he thought, his eyes glinting with twisted amusement.

”Follow me. Iʼll show you your tasks, and your uniform will be ready by tomorrow,” Reina said without even glancing back.

”Yes, maʼam,” Leon replied smoothly, falling into step behind her.

Her hips swayed with deliberate grace, each step sending waves through that perfectly rounded ass—tight, full, and jiggling with restrained violence beneath her skirt. The silky friction of her panties brushing against her thighs teased his ears like a loverʼs whisper.

Leonʼs lips curled slightly.

ʼIʼll have to be careful with her. I need more information about her — and I need to find out her weakness.ʼ

Leon kept his expression neutral as he walked beside Reina, stepping into the mansion through the back door.

ʼSure, I could try to blackmail her into sleeping with me… but sheʼs strong. Iʼm not exactly in a rush to get killed by a so-called housewife class elf.ʼ

The corridor they entered was wide and pristine, lined with gleaming marble floors and grand portraits of Weaver family ancestors. The air carried a faint scent of expensive incense.

A maid passed by, bowing her head with practiced grace. ”Head Maid,” she said respectfully, continuing on without pause.

Leon blinked.

ʼHead maid? Wait… Justinʼs private maid is also the head maid? Or… is she someone else ?ʼ He thought with a confused expression.

He raised an eyebrow and asked casually, ”Excuse me? Arenʼt you Sir Justinʼs private maid?”

”I am,” Reina replied without looking back, her voice even.

”Then… why did she call you—”

”The head maid died. I had to take over the position,” she interrupted, her tone clipped. ”But I wonʼt be Sir Justinʼs personal maid anymore. That position is yours now—his personal butler.”

Leonʼs thoughts sharpened.

ʼWell, isnʼt that a silver lining for you… head maid, keys to everything. And these nobles still claim to be five-star elites? Pathetic.

They canʼt even sniff out a spy under their own roof.ʼ Leon thought with a disappointed expression.

Another maid passed and bowed. ”Head Maid,” she said, before hurrying on.

ʼShould I just expose her? No… too reckless. If sheʼs survived here three years, sheʼs got a backup plan for getting caught. But then… how the hell is she sending information back to the Elf Kingdom?ʼ

He frowned slightly. ʼThe Head Maid isnʼt allowed to leave the mansion—not even for a second. Then how—ʼ

His train of thought derailed as a young servant appeared at the far end of the corridor, walking toward them. He was around Leonʼs age, slim, sharp-featured—handsome in a delicate way.

The servantʼs eyes fluttered rapidly as he looked at Reina, sending some kind of silent signal. But the moment he noticed Leon watching, he immediately dropped his gaze and bowed.

”H-Head M-Maid,” the servant stammered slightly.

Reina gave him a subtle nod and continued walking.

Leonʼs eyes narrowed. ʼThatʼs- Wait…ʼ

Without hesitation, he activated his skill.

[Name: Rubin Stinson]

[Class: Magi]

[Race: Elf]

[Level: 10]

[HP: 10000/10000]

[MP: 5000/5000]

[Description: Rubin Stinson, younger brother of Kelma Stinson. A skilled Magi specializing in illusion and voodoo magic.

He has worked in the Weaver household for five years. After struggling to gather information alone, Rubin brought in his sister, Kelma. He personally poisoned the previous Head Maid to place her in the position. Most of the intelligence Kelma gathers is funneled through Rubin each day to the Elf Kingdom.]

Leon grinned widely. ”Iʼm in some serious luck.”

Reina turned to glance at him, puzzled. ”What?”

”Huh? Oh—nothing. Just talking to myself,” Leon said, regaining composure.

”This wonʼt work inside the house,” Reina said firmly. ”Youʼll stay quiet and do as youʼre told.”

Leonʼs grin didnʼt fade.

ʼOh, weʼll see about that. Letʼs find out who ends up giving the orders in this house. I will turn you into my sex slave, bitch.ʼ Leon thought as an evil plan started to build up in his head.