Dungeon+Harem+Master

After breakfast, the collector was strolling around the cabin with his stomach full. The place where everyone would wake up was a small tall hill, with a sloped hem planted with small vegetables.

They basically have nothing else to get in the mountains or bribe themselves with, except minimal supplies to buy inside because they live away from people.

Here, each had a job, regardless of age, and worked every day. As I walked looking at the clouds flowing through the sky, I was accidentally pulled hem. Lucille. She is pointing her foot firmly, clouding her golden eyes.

"What? What? Better not step in here because it's swamped?

When I looked up, I was stretching my legs to near the creek at some point. Surrounded by reeds that were long enough to loom over the head of the treasurer. When I gently insert my right foot into the water, it sinks with Zubuzub. A boot of leather pulled up his leg in a dirty place until the seventh minute.

That's how Lucille had a cold gaze with a blatantly silky face when the collector was half amused and playing on the marshy waters.

"... I'm sorry, it was fun. Huh? How can you have fun with something like that? No, it doesn't make any sense, especially. Oh, so you don't have to look at me with those cold eyes. I'm a man who'll never forget the boy's heart."

Lucille sighed with a grown-up face just saying that a man was a helpless creature. The collector scratched his cheek badly and coughed.

"Well, I guess it's time to go back and do my morning assignment. Say, hey. Don't push it."

Lucille followed the swamp with a gouge push on the caregiver's back.

Returning to the front of the cabin, the half-elf children were talking in several chunks.

"Ah, Mr. Klund."

Lynette comes up to me with her voice up when she realizes what a collector looks like. You were looking for a leader, and the kids followed suit. In hiding, the courtesy of the only adult male, the collector, was remarkable, even if it didn't help one thing. They're biological instincts, and they want a strong father. All you have to do is give the instructions according to that desire. When I looked around at the faces of all of them, I told them strictly.

"Then I will communicate today's order for action. Emilia squad draws water. Krista Squad plows and weed control. The Romilda squad cleans and launders the house. Radmila Squad trains young people. so that each one encourages without failing in his or her task. If there's a caveat from Staff Lynette, something."

"Um, how long have I been a staff officer?"

Lynette, pointing at the water, waved as troubled, looking at the children lined up in front of her. It is an unusual and serious treat when eating. I can see it blowing to much ridicule, but everyone, including the keeper, was a serious face.

"From me, nothing in particular."

"Now, let the operation begin!!

To the voice of the collector, the children rushed out in unison.

And here's the deal. Plus, in a place where Locke doesn't have ups and downs.

The collector turned sideways and erupted. Lucille gets angry and puts a chop in her hips.

"Force majeure, forgive me"

"Oh, I didn't fall. No more."

Lynette rides herself out to help with her usual habits, but the collector raises his hand and controls it.

My daughter who fell was still about kindergarten, but as young a child rushes over and wakes up to help.

The two smiled as they looked back and looked at Lynette.

"I can't believe that that crybaby Lilith didn't cry,"

"My crew is growing every day. Mutually helpful, this beauty."

Lynette was impressed when the collector said a thin word.

Speaking of which, is Lynette buying out to the city today?

"Yeah, because I still have the price for Mr. Rabbit's horn I sold the other day"

Lynette let him swing in front of his face as he pointed to the cage knitted with a vine rub that had been lowered.

There's a tiny, metal rubbing sound.

Inside is a Romeless copper coin, the typical currency of this country. The unit of currency was revealed in P (pounds sterling), where copper and silver coins were mainly used in the ordinary people's routine. Gold coins were large in amount and were used by large merchants or aristocrats. Under P (pound dollar) is D (dollar bear), which is roughly one P (pound dollar) in Japanese yen and is about ten yen. Hundred D (dollar bear) was equivalent to one P (pound).

"You're going with Dorothea. Is he still awake? The sun's pretty high already. You're a nasty sleeper, anyway."

"Yeah, that's why I'm in trouble. Alone, I was a little careless going to the city."

Lynette puts her eyebrows in eight letters and sighs.

"Because I take care of the ladies, huh? What is it, Private Lucille? What's up, pee?

When they pull their sleeves and lower their gaze, Lucille makes them try to make a call.

"Hmm? What, leave the Dorothea thing to me? Well, why don't you come with me and wake up Mr. Nebula?"

Lucille roughed her nose with her hands on her hips and shook her neck vertically.

"This kid doesn't talk at all, but you know what he's doing a lot."

"Oh, somehow"

"Somehow, then can I leave it to you? I don't want to get caught anymore."

"Whoa, let it be. Let's go. Oh, take it."

Lynette couldn't stop her cheeks naturally loosening up as she watched the back of the collector run out holding Lucille.

Every day has been fun since that young man came here.

I have always been persecuted since I thought I was raw as a half elf.

In the village where I was formerly, the boys of similar age bullied me like every day, and when I looked at my face, I was cursed, poked around, and had a mild male phobia.

Sometimes, he had his underwear wrapped in the funny half and walked down the boulevard naked.

I'm frightened to think that if I had stayed in the village after a few more years, it would undoubtedly have been the gateway to their lust.

It is a mixed race of humans and elves. Living as a human being or as an elf is unacceptable. That's how I've seen countless women treated like toys by village men, conceived children, hung and thrown themselves in despair. The market had decided where a woman could go, where no one could take asylum, either to be toyed or slapped and sold as a slave.

Lynette narrows her eyes to the sun rising high above her head.

Summer is approaching, it's sweaty cheerful.

It was also on such a clear day that I decided that I would be sold at the village's mercy.

A face-to-face group told him with an angry face.

My mother, who was by Lynette, was nagging all the time, and she never looked up at all until she was taken to the chief's hall after that. This was told to me by a merchant during a carriage to the Slave City, but my mother had decided to become the concubine of the chief. For the sake of my mother's happiness, I am merely adding to her presence.

Anyway, I can't live forever to be a mix.

I'm not sure what happiness means in the first place, etc.

If you ask me, I hear the slave exchange is very intense where I'm going to be sold.

It meant a clear death of my own.

Suffering is much better short anyway.

When I was giving up half everything, it was Dorothea who showed up.

Build only half an elf. There is no discrimination and no suffering there.

Before Dorothea, who spoke of her ideals with her eyes shining, she had no hope whatsoever.

It's not like there's no discrimination in this.

This is the very pot that boiled the discrimination itself. Lynette half-sympathetically half-sympathetically disgusted, looking at her younger compatriots who were hurt more than she was, to begin with. Whenever they saw their whimsical attitude towards themselves or their gaze asking them how they were in the mood to show them when they asked them something, anger similar to shame boiled down in two ways, unable to control reason.

That's because I was hilarious and miserable as I used to look at myself in the mirror. He asked me how I was in the mood, distracted me from buying my anger as much as possible, and was himself even reflexive of following laughter even though it wasn't even funny at times. Interpretation, ideals and reality are different. Initially, there was nothing but unpleasant discomfort in this place for both my people and my family. Dorothea who treats her to touch the swelling and does not deal with the children. The charming attitude and unseen fears of the never-ending children. As she looked at them like every day, Lynette felt her emotions gradually die.

How could you help me?

Why can't you just leave me alone?

Why did you bring me to such a place?

Why do I have to suffer so much?

In the morning, we eat without exchanging words, and Dorothea nods us out.

In the square, no place to play around, no beautiful grasshoppers, no one smiled as one, even though there was a sleeping lawn.

Each of them sits apart, frightened of each other.

In the mellow sunshine, Dorothea's uplifting voice sounded terribly empty.

Dorothea brought Lucille in one of those unnamed days.

Lucille's eyes, old enough to still start walking, dwelt in nothingness more than anyone else.

Eyes without emotional swings were staring as if they reflected the unseen darkness at the bottom intact.

Though the other children had a darker colour of fright, Lynette, the oldest, replied if she spoke.

But she doesn't even have that.

I don't even feel the warmth as an organism.

Lynette, feeling thin and creepy, tried to keep her out of sight. That said, you don't have to do anything in particular here, you don't get bumped, you don't get scolded.

Early in the morning, he excretes, eats, washes his body over time, and sometimes goes to bed.

If you close your eyes, it won't change where you are. Lynette still tried to keep the healthy sleeping children away, closing her eyes tightly around the thin blanket.

Dream like every day.

I don't know where. I'm walking alone.

There is no cloud in the sky, and white light illuminates the ground.

The body doesn't feel heat. There is no one but myself.

Nothing harms Lynette.

The relief itself. This is the peaceful world I wanted.

That should make you happy. The wake-up always stayed on my cheek after the tears.

I wonder how many times I spent the night crying.

That, the noise was heard from the corner.

I shouldn't normally care, but strangely I couldn't sleep because that left me worried about it in my ear.

The large room where Lynettes wake up pulls an old carpet between the boards, each wrapped around a blanket. Inside, I even saw the face of an old toddler still wanting to fall in love with his mother's milk. There is a blur and moonlight coming out of the window.

Lynette moved slowly toward the corner of the room where things made noise, dragging the blanket.

There was Lucille, bored with a painful look on her face, and a few girls holding hands to touch it. Lynette and I have a gaze. Did the girls think they were going to get angry, leaning over each other with fear seeping into their faces? Even if it's a girl, it's still five or so. Nearly twice as old as Lynette. The age difference in this age is that it has as many openings as adults and children. The shadows of giving up and pity stain all the way down to the marrow of the bone on their backs, which have always forced them to live.

As Lynette turned to see what was going on, the girls complained with trembling courage and diligence, still ridiculous.

"Please, don't hit Lucille"

Stunned. Then, at last, Lynette realized what she had been up to.

Even these little ones have the heart to try to protect something weaker than themselves.

Beating and cursing must have been routine for these hurtful and living girls.

To them Lynette was the very fear of hurting ourselves.

Still, they caught tears in fear but still didn't escape.

I pushed my fear to kill him and begged him to protect his cuter existence than I did Lucille.

Lynette was stunned, recalling her attitude and behavior so far.

How frightened were they by their unscrupulous attitudes and cold behavior?

How many times would you have made your voice sound absurd or grumpy to those dull responders?

No, the fact is, even if it's not in your mouth, sensitive children naturally perceive malice.

As Lynette herself was.

Tears spilled.

For the first time, an emotion arose in Lynette's heart that made them love each other.

I turn my hand around them trembling and hug them all the time. Seeing the girls stifling with a decent look, I decided, again, to start here.

From that day on, they started their family.

And it goes on a day called today.

Lynette thought of Lucille, who was getting more emotional as she held the cage.

That one day, if she could talk, it would surely be the most important day.

"All right, it's Lucille. Let's go inside slowly first. Yeah, well, if you're halfway up, you're gonna get caught. What, even if you get caught, Klando's a good man? Damn, you love me. I love you too, baby."

The collector infiltrated Dorothea's bedroom, which would still be the White River Night Ship, with Lucille in eye contact.

Dorothea's room was a simple construction, except for the central bed, where there was just a small stationery and chair at the window, a mirror stand for cosmetics, and a costume box.

As the collector gradually packs the distance as he chooses, he gently turns his gaze over the bed.

There was an elf there who closed his eyes with a sleeping minister who was not thought to be a woman of his age.

"... Whew. That's right. I'm gonna wake up with 100 years of love."

Dorothea was stuck in her underwear in a shape to the center of the bed.

It is dressed as if it were a squeaky worm.

In the abdominal area, a blanket is wrapped around him and his face is embedded in the pillow and he is kneeling.

The properly laid sheets were twisted around like they had been subjected to a corrugated attack by a bomber.

Plumpy glutes protruding back.

The shorts fell half uneven and the important part became round.

"What is it, Lucille? Would I have killed myself if my lord had seen me like this? Don't put it down so badly. Anyway, as it is, your daughter Kannon may catch a cold at all times in your bookkeeping. Yeah, that's right. It's a pretty important part of having a baby from here on out, so I need to be polite. I noticed someone had to protect him. Yeah, you're right. Probably unused. All right, let's just flip it. Ichi, to, of,!

The collectors worked together to turn Dorothea upside down. Dorothea's clinging pillow flew to the floor with Supo, and the hair she was usually putting together diffused like a peacock.

"Wow, this guy had so much hair. Yeah, you're right. You have big tits. That's Mr. Lucille. Are you going to take it lightly?

Lucille points to Dorothea's large breasts, revealed on her back, and nods.

Dorothea's chest had proven to be much less extreme horizontal and quite resilient even when lying down.

When Lucille sticks with her tiny fingertips, the chunky twin hills deflect.

I touched something outrageous, so the girl held her cheeks in with both hands, her eyes rounded and watched the collector.

"Well, you surprise me."

Lucille peeks into her chest, but gets disappointed that there is no swelling. Then, he had an eclampsia and slammed Dorothea's frizzy water balloon broomstick out in a rambling manner.

"Ugh, yeah. Or don't."

"Whoa, whoa, you want me to wake up? That's the first point."

Has it gradually become depressing, or Dorothea's arms unwittingly shake away mosquitoes?

Trying to avoid it, instead, accepting Lucille, who tried to fall out of bed, the collector realized that it was important.

I see nipples.

Because of Lucille's sideless behavior, her bra was completely off and the double hills were exposed.

The cherry blossom colored potch looking over Dorothea looked plump and pointed.

"This is not very good in education. But I'd like to pinch it a bit. Don't you think?"

Lucille shrugged her little neck and frowned, but didn't seem particularly willing to stop.

"Well, it looks like we got consent. Bye."

The tragedy occurred at the same time as the fingers of the two hands of the zodiac held up the two buds of Dorothea at the same time.

"You know what?"

Dorothea looks at her breasts alternately with the face of the man in front of her, keeping both eyes open.

My consciousness gradually awakened, and I rose as my blue and white cheeks burned up in my sleep.

Good morning. Good morning.

"So, go! This fool. Ahhh!!

The collector ate Dorothea's round trip binta as much as he wanted and was kicked up in the ass and slapped out of the room.

"I haven't had so many bumps."

'Cause it's all a hoax.'

The collector follows Lynette as she walks deep wearing a wimple, rubbing her bright red cheek, moving her back full of daily necessities.

It is the city of Purple Bay, closest to the elf's lair.

Even when it comes to the city, the number of houses is less than a hundred. The population is one of the most common in the Romeless, where there are no specialties to see, to the extent of spending four hundred.

I've noticed a few things when the collectors got a chance to walk slowly through the city.

Many people lost weight when they did it.

Unlike Japan, where satiety was the norm, hunger was always alongside the lives of ordinary people in this world. Not a single fat human being walks through the city without dividing his age or gender. Here, the calories a single person can take in a single day are always limited. That means transportation doesn't exist except for your own legs. Lynette told me there was something like a boarding carriage, but I didn't come across anything like that by the time I finished shopping. The street-like thing was, of course, unpaved and the scalp was visible. Regardless of the sunny day, if it rained a little, it wouldn't have been something that I could have walked wet and very well. The weight of the luggage eating into my shoulders even made me feel like I had only increased my heart.

"But it would have been hard to carry something like this with a woman all the time"

"No, because all I can't buy is everyday products, salt and kao medicine, that sort of thing. The basics can be covered by fields and hunting inside. But it would help if you had a man. Because I could buy a lot of flour. Sometimes I can feed her sweet things."

As we continued to walk through the short market streets in conversation, we were close to the city entrance.

I saw the old man at the grocery store who first stopped in the city sprinkling blurry cigarettes at the store's house.

"Shall I take a breath here? I've been making lunch. If you eat this, let's go home."

"Right. Something in my stomach."

The treasurer lowered his back as he looked up into the belly of the hidden mountain inside.

With the weight of a snug bag, you can hear the squeaky noise.

I looked around and there was just the right grass to lower my back.

"Uh, Grandpa. May I use it here, please?"

"What is it, Lynette? I don't care enough to eat."

The old man, about seventy years too old, was full of wrinkles and was saving. When he bent his fingers, he grinned like a grandson.

"Hey, why don't you join Grandpa? Hey."

Were you inwardly nagging at the invitation of the collector, the old man joins the two surrounding his lunch box as he pokes his wand, opening his mouth wide open, almost out of his teeth, and throwing in his sandwich. It was amazingly healthy for the year.

For a while, I'm finally interested in talking, but as if I remembered something unexpectedly, ah, Grandpa shouts out.

The collector muddled the droplets that creaked when he took his mouth off the bamboo barrel with water.

"What's up, Grandpa, Shomben"

"Also."

"No, young man. Speaking of which, I was hoping to keep you guys company, but the bad guys from Tachi earlier, yes, they took about ten people up and climbed the mountain. Maybe it's the adventurer creep that's blind. Lynettes' village is beyond the mountains. You better be careful. Yeah. The day you die, you die, you die."

"Oh, I won't forget Grandpa's advice. By the way, did they have any other characteristics?"

"Yes, I thought you had two orc brothers."

"Oak."

When Lynette trembles, she grips her mouth with her long ears, which should be hidden with a head cloth.

An oak is a subhuman clan with a head similar to a pig and a huge body, supposedly of extraordinary strength without exception. Intelligence is a lot lower for the power, and he prefers to go around with the elf woman. Pregnant females give birth to oak males without exception. Did Lynette instinctively have to be frightened when she heard Oak, her expression pale?

"Lynette and your young monk should stay overnight today. I can't wait to meet those people in the mountains. Noh."

"No, it's fine. And my sisters are waiting for me."

Lynette also smiles at her temperament and shows her, but her wrist tremors do not subside.

As the collector gently gripped her palm, the girl dyed her cheeks and lowered her headscarf.

"And one more thing. I thought it was a young man's elf or a woman at first, but was it a very luxurious one? Sure, the whole neighborhood was calling me names. Um, I'm pretty sure it was because he was the only guy. But, yeah, and, uh, la, la, la, la, what the hell, the rest of it."

"Ralph."

"Bye. Young man, do you know him?"

When the collector stood up with a faceless face, he dumped his luggage on the spot and ran out.

Lynette tries to roll after him when she asks the old man to pack and chases him.

There was soil and smoke in the streets, and shadows stretched wide in the strong sunlight.