Night_phantom

*Caution*

*TABOO CONTENT*

*STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT*

THIS CONTENT IS VERY HARMFUL FOR A NORMAL PERSON'S MIND.

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Leon is a MILF lover, an orphan and a virgin.

He has a single goal in his mind, Fuck a MILF who is not a prostitute.

But, Unfortunately before Leon could've completed his dream, he died accidentally due to an Angel's mistake.

In order to make up for his mistake, The angel promised Leon another life in a magical but rather backward and undeveloped world.

He let Leon choose three skills of his choice.

[Skill Crafter (F)]

"You can only craft F-rank skills with this, are you sure you want this skill ?" The angel asked with a confused expression.

"Yes." Leon replied.

[inspect]

[Adaptive Body]

...

With these three skills Leon's soul possessed the body of Leon Luster who has a widow MILF step-mother and a married busty hot step-sister whose husband only comes home once every year.

"Wait... so in this world Sex is like a five minute duty ? that means women here don't know anything about pleasure ? hehehehe."

"what do you mean we have no bed and have to sleep together on one matress mom ?"

"I can't take this, let's make a skill..."

[Touch Of Lust]

Will Leon make his dream come true ? or will he get more than he asked for ?

[Author's Note: This novel might be based on MILFs but I have done my best to create a realistic world around the character.]

All MILFs are Mine

Inside the Vinceral Forest, Leon stood in front of a massive tree—not too close, not too far from the dungeon.

"Alright… let's see how strong you are. We'll start with two hundred seals." He stepped up to the tree, pressed his hand against the trunk, and activated his skill.

A glowing circular seal lit up on the palm of his right hand.

As soon as the first seal was applied to the stump, Leon slid his hand upward and stopped it there.

Suddenly, one after another, the notifications started piling up in front of him as his mana drained rapidly.

"One…" Leon muttered under his breath, counting the seconds. Every second, twenty seals were being applied to the stump.

Consequences