All MILFs are Mine-Chapter 106: I am not drunk

As the sun sank beyond the horizon, twenty wagons brimming with supplies and soldiers rolled into the outpost.

"Ma'am… there's no one here," a soldier reported, returning to the carriage.

Click

The carriage door swung open, and a woman clad in gleaming silver armour stepped down, the weight of command radiating off her.

Twin swords hung on each side of her hips. With one smooth motion, she unfastened her helmet, letting her sharp, cold features come into view.

There was no mistaking her identity— She was none other than Derisa Demar herself.

"Where the hell did everyone go?" she asked, frowning as she tucked the helmet under her arm.

"What's wrong, Mom?" A young woman, barely eighteen years old, bounced out from the carriage after her.

Her features were a near-perfect copy of Derisa's body.

Creamy fair skin. Tight, perky mid-sized tits that strained against her scandalous top. Jet-black hair flowing wildly and green glowing eyes.

And below that? A thick, meaty ass that jutted out obscenely, barely contained by a short, skin-tight skirt that left nothing to imagination.

Her hips swayed with every step, her thighs thick, her curves shameless and slutty.

She was a walking wet dream for the virgin soldiers.

"Back in the carriage, Jackie. I told you not to come out until I say so," Derisa snapped, shooting her daughter a warning glance.

"But Mooooom… you promised I'd get to see the battlefield!" Jackie whined in a sultry, almost teasing tone as she bounced on her feet.

Her colossal ass jiggled wildly, the flesh rippling and slapping against her skirt like a hypnotic wave.

The soldiers behind them—who'd just dismounted—froze, their eyes locked onto Jackie's shaking ass like starving dogs.

"What an ass…"

"How did someone like her come from someone as cruel as the Ruthless Sword Queen?"

"I'd kill anything to marry Madam Jackie…"

"Shut the fuck up, Jerk. I will marry her."

"No, I will."

…

But the moment Derisa turned her head, every soldier snapped their gazes away as if their lives depended on it.

'Ah… so she's the backup. Although she is so strict, but her daughter looks like a real slut' Leon thought, watching them through a narrow slit in the tent.

"Ma'am! Look—Sir James!" a soldier called, pointing east.

Derisa stepped forward. In the distance, a man approached with a smile spread across his face.

"James Joper… I am—"

"Derisa Demar. The Ruthless Sword Queen. One of the Twelve Generals. It's an honour, ma'am," James said smoothly, walking up and shaking her hand firmly.

"Seeing you alive is all the pleasure I need. Where are you coming from?" Derisa asked with a confused expression.

"From the Elf camp. They turned tail and ran after their ultimate attack crumbled in mid-air," James replied with a grin.

"James… you and your soldiers have done an excellent job in the last 24 hours. Not only did you survive, but you drove the enemy back. I'll make sure you're promoted—"

"It wasn't me." James spoke with a smile.

"What ?" Derisa asked with a confused expression.

"It was because of that kid. He brought us mana and healing potions.

Hell, he's the one who saved us from the enchanted arrow that damn Elf prince fired at us," James admitted with a chuckle.

"What kid?" Derisa asked sharply.

"Oh, he should still be in one of the tents. Come, I'll introduce you. If anyone deserves reward—it's him," James offered and marched towards his tent.

"Oi, kid! Where are you?" James called, his voice echoing throughout the outpost—but no answer came.

"Kid?" He pushed open tent flaps one after another. Soldiers joined the search, looking through the tents—but Leon was gone.

"What the hell? Where did he vanish to?" James muttered, utterly bewildered.

"I don't see anyone, James. Maybe you're all exhausted and—"

"No! We're not going mad. The kid was real. Where do you think we got this crate from?" James spoke with a serious expression, pointing to a stacked crate of healing potions.

"Captain… he ate all our food," a soldier yelled, storming out of the food tent.

"What?" James marched to the tent and froze. Their entire food supply—obliterated. Gone.

"But… that was a mountain of food…" he muttered, stunned.

"Don't worry. We brought extra food and potions," Derisa said calmly.

"Hah… maybe that kid was a really a god's messenger. Well—"

"Ma'am! Ma'am!" A guard sprinted towards Derisa, panting hard.

"What now?" she asked sharply.

"Ma'am… *huff-huff* our last wagon that was *huff* carrying the potions is gone!" he blurted.

"WHAT!?" Derisa roared, her eyes widening dangerously.

"Yes ma'am… whoever took it, dropped the crates on the ground and vanished with the wagon itself," the guard explained breathlessly.

"What? Why would someone take just the wagon? And what was the driver doing !?" Derisa snapped.

"The driver says he saw a silver coin rolling on the ground… he chased after it. When he turned back—the wagon was gone.

He's too scared to face you, ma'am. He's begging for mercy… says he's got a family and two small children," the guard relayed nervously.

"Tell him to start running back to the kingdom and never show his face to me again," Derisa ordered coldly.

"We also found this near the crates of potions, ma'am." The guard handed her a familiar red cloth—the one Leon wore over his face.

"Hahahaha… it was that damn kid! He wore this cloth all the time. Hahahaha… he got you good, ma'am!" James howled with laughter.

"Captain… he drained ten bags of booze as well," a guard reported, holding up empty booze sacks.

"Wait… he drank straight from the bags?" James blinked, dumbfounded.

"I think he drank it all with the food, sir."

"That amount of booze should've dropped a man dead. How the hell did that brat stay standing?" James asked, incredulous.

…

Somewhere between the Southern Border and the Human Kingdom—

A wagon thundered across the dusty road at breakneck speed.

*Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop*

Leon sat at the reins, a crazed grin plastered on his face.

"Hahaha… run faster, motherfucker! I always wanted to drive one of these things. This is so damn fun!

I can feel the booze buzzing in me and it's warmth, but I'm not even dizzy. Adaptive Body is so fucking cool," Leon cackled, snapping the reins harder. The horses screamed forward.

"Heinggggggg..."

"Slime, you good back there?" Leon asked, glancing behind.

The slime bounced cheerfully in the back of the wagon.

Boing

"Good… we ain't stopping before we hit the kingdom. And once I get back home…

I'm gonna drown myself in MILF pussy— Achooo!

Fuck… caught a cold. Who gives a shit—RUN FASTER, BECAUSE I AM FLYING HAHAHAHA..."

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