All MILFs are Mine

Leon stood silently in the hallway, a class selection form resting in his hands.

"Fill out your forms quickly. I'll take you to your dorms after this," Mr. Malkof announced, his voice firm as he glanced at the gathered students.

Whispers began to rise like smoke from a fire as everyone's attention turned towards Leon.

"How the hell did that commoner pass?"

"Didn't the teacher say he failed at first?"

"He must've bribed the teacher."

"I think the teacher passed him because he is also a Commoner."

"Both of them are fucking trash."

The noble students hissed their comments, not even bothering to lower their voices. Leon could hear every word crystal clear.

'These motherfuckers really know how to talk sweet… even when they know I'm listening.' Leon's face remained expressionless, his eyes scanning the form in his hands.

'Each House has seven class types based on their specialty… Alchemists have:

1. Potion Brewing

2. Material Transmutation

3. Herbology & Magical Plants

4. Explosive Alchemy

5. Poison & Antidote Crafting

6. Alchemy Theory

7. Experimental Lab

...and I don't give a shit about any of them.'

He flipped the page, and that's when his eyes caught something interesting.

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Non-Attending Students:

Students who cannot afford the Academy's hostel or transportation fees may choose this option. They are only required to attend twice a month, must participate in one House Duel Competition per month, and join every open Class held once every three months.

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A wide grin spread across Leon's face.

'Hell yes. That's what I've been looking for.'

Without a second thought, he checked the box, randomly selected some classes, and stood up.

He walked up to Mr. Malkof and handed over the form.

"Here."

"Oh, the kid who was caught 'stealing' potions," Malkof said with a knowing smile as he accepted the form.

Leon's jaw twitched.

'Fuck off. That shit was mine—I made it. I wasn't stealing anything.'

Malkof gave the form a glance, then looked Leon dead in the eye

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"You sure you want to choose the Non-Attender route? You're already on scholarship. All your fees are covered."

"I'm sure."

'If I can graduate while lounging in bed with MILFs, why would I waste time in boring classes?'

From behind, a sneering voice pierced the air.

"It's better, this garbage won't be sitting with us."

A vein pulsed on Leon's forehead.

"Hey, hey, hey—why be mean to such a sweet kid?" Another noble student approached with a grin, placing a hand on Leon's shoulder. Skinny, smug, and stupid face.

Leon narrowed his eyes.

"I mean, do you even know what his mom must've done to get him in here? Probably sold herself to some old bastard just so this piece of trash could come here on a scholars—"

PAK!

THUD!

The noble's words were cut short by a brutal uppercut. Blood spurted from his mouth as he hitted the ground, his tongue caught between his teeth.

"I'm sorry," Leon said flatly. "My hand slipped."

"You... You bastard! I'm a 3-star noble! You're dead! I'll tell my father and—"

PAK!

Another punch—straight to the nose, more blood gushed out of his nose.

"Ahhhhhhh..." Fredrick shouted as he grabbed his nose with both of his hands.

"Oops. Slipped again, Sorry." Leon replied with a flat face as he looked at the noble kid.

"Hey! Calm the fuck down!" Malkof snapped, stepping in immediately. "Mr. Fredrick, go to Solvayne House's Dorm Master. She'll heal you up. You, come with me. The rest of you—finish your damn forms.

Fuck, I can't spend one day in peace." Fredrick shouted as he immediately took Leon to his office.

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Malkof's Office...

Leon sat calmly, arms crossed. Malkof paced in front of him, clearly stressed.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Malkof asked as he pointed his finger towards leon.

"My hand slipped." Leon replied with a straight face.

"Do I have 'Dumb' written over my forehead ? You don't have any idea what you have done in anger, Kid.

You hit a 3-star Noble's kid. Once he leaves the Academy walls, he'll come for your life. Nobles don't forget. They don't forgive."

Leon shrugged. "I don't care."

Malkof opened his mouth to speak, but the door slammed open.

A woman in her 40's entering inside the office—long blue hair, sharp sapphire eyes, enormous boobs hanging freely and a huge pair of ass-cheeks.

Malkof immediately bowed. "Madam Aria."

"This is the one who punched Fredrick?" she asked, her eyes narrowing at Leon.

"Y-Yes, ma'am. But I have everything under control—"

"You commoners always think you have things under control. In reality, you're completely out of control.

If you had it under control... Then how did he punched him twice ?" She asked with a serious expression.

"M-Ma'am... I-I was just-"

She stepped forward and dropped a single glove on Leon's shoulder.

Malkof gasped. "Oh, shit..."

"Fredrick has shown this boy some mercy. Since the incident began on Academy grounds, he's agreed to settle things here. A friendly duel—in one hour, in Solvayne House's ring. This will serve as a lesson to other commoners who've forgotten their place.

Don't be late or I can't guarantee the safety of this kid." Aria spoke with a very arrogant voice as she turned around to leave.

"Oh... and his Non-Attender and Hostel Privileges have been revoked." Aria spoke as she left the office.

"Fuck..." Malkof spoke with a serious expression as he grabbed his forehead. "She wants to send a message to the Commoners even more she hosted it in her house's ring.

Fuck, Why does this always happen to me ?"

Leon picked up the glove, staring at it in silence.

'I thought I could live peacefully in this world. But as long as bitches like her exist... that's only a dream.

Even if I earned money, Nobles like her won't let me live in peace and I am not going down without fucking every MILF in this world, including that bitch.

I will turn her into a fucking Cum-Dump, A disposable fleshlight for my dick and throw her aside after using her body... I was taking it very easy until now, but I can't do this anymore.' Leon thought with a serious expression as he clenched his fist and used his skill.

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