Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Ah, shit."

To a relaxed voice, Sizka raised her face from her groin. She began to get up and turn away when she accidentally pushed the collector.

(I don't really know what a woman looks like in the middle of an act and right after that)

When the collector wonders if he has tried to sweeten him, he gives him the water, bewildered by her attitude, which suddenly makes him appear unfaithful. Sizka silenced with her expression off again as she washed away the remnants of her mouth.

"Don't get me wrong. I just wanted to get it done."

"Hmm? Hey, you don't know what that means."

"Enough. Leave me alone, I'll rest a little."

"Uh, yes, yes. I get it. Okay, I'm just gonna go bluff around there for a second."

"Go away. No, wait a minute."

Just look back at your neck and you'll see your feet rubbing together and twisting. I didn't show it earlier, it's a girly disgrace. Not with a clear tone until then, but with a small voice that I'm not sure about. The burning collector pointed his lips.

"What is it, if you need me, make it clear"

"Well, it's a small one."

"Small? Oh, shudder!

Momentum ceramic watermarks hit his head straight. The collector pounds one foot on the spot and groans.

"Excuse me, I'm not picking flowers."

"Don't slap me in the mouth"

"Uh, yes, yes."

As he approaches Sizka, who dyed his cheeks bright red without being able to hide them anymore, he rises carefully holding them sideways to avoid touching the injury. It was a so-called princess.

"What are you going to do? Give me a woman, not you."

"There's no such thing as a big layer. Alfred's wife goes to a famous man's house during the day. You said I'd take care of you."

For a possessor of more than one hundred and eighty graces, Sizka, which had only about half a hundred and fifty back lengths, was like a feather. Most of all, the collectors who only worked part-time manual labor for money were much more muscular than the students of their generation.

When I opened the cabin wood door and went outdoors, I saw a cluttered woodland on my left hand side towards it. Poorly populated shops are dotted in the far reaches. This time, I wonder if everyone is out in the wild, and there was no sign of people from the next house either.

"I don't mean it."

"Don't complain. I'm awake in the spirit of service."

"Why, head into the woods. Were you listening to people?

"... it's okay, here"

"Hey, what are you doing!

When the collector entered the bushes of the grove, he could hold the girl's body.

That is, from behind, lift the thighs of both feet to have the M-shaped legs open.

It's a shiatsu style that mothers take when they feed their toddlers small water.

Sizka lowered her point of view as she pampered her mouth with too much going on.

I don't know, if you think you will, you don't even wear shorts.

"You tell my body what?"

"Sizka didn't wake me up for five days. In the meantime, there was a flood of Jobijoba downstairs. No, I'm bored. Long-term care isn't sweet. So, many times, wet showpunches all over Mendoy.... So, it's a no-pan. I'm washing and drying my underwear now. Don't worry about it. I'm not thankful."

Sizka's face lit with shame and anger.

"This -"

At least when I tried to distract myself from protesting, the urine I had forgotten in shame was about to explode because the dewy secret point was exposed to the outside air.

"Ah. Hey, put it down. Get out of the way!

"Mmm. I can't hear you."

"I'll still forgive you now, I'll forgive you, see, that's why"

"I can't hear you at all."

The zodiac keeps loosing Sizka's body up and down as she sings her nose song. The girl's lower belly was knocked hard by her own heavy impact, and she easily broke off the waterline of patience.

"Hey, don't loosen up, don't, get out, get out, you're loosening up, but ah"

"That, shush."

"Wow, okay! It was my fault. Huh? Don't get too early? Oh!?

"Shh, let's do it."

My voice is laughing. The devil, Sizka thought.

"Oh, neat and neat. Good for you, ha."

Sizka decided in her heart that she would definitely kill the man who was releasing Aura while holding herself.

When the collector held Sizka up like a doll, he carefully carried her back to the cabin so as not to touch the wound. Sizka was weak as a crop.

"This is Krander."

At the door of the cabin, I met about twenty-five or six ladies, dressed in a crude but neglected tunic.

It's Helen, Alfred's wife.

He cuts off his bright tea hair with his shoulders.

The glance was faint but somewhat frivolous, and I had the impression that it would attract a man's desire for asylum. He has such a quiet body that I don't think he's having one child. Alfred and I, who are fifty years old, had about the same age difference as parents and children.

Helen was a samurai once available to the same aristocrats as Alfred, with sophisticated work done by just peasants and others, who were disproportionate in this countryside.

"This is a hassle."

The collector's hands touched each other when he received the laundry of the clothes he was asking for. Raise a single eyebrow at the slippery feel of the white twinkle. Helen showed a shameful bare gesture and shook her shoulders small.

The collector bows his head while holding Sizka. Helen lowered her gaze again as she opened her eyes just a little. It has been a long-standing habit common to those who serve you.

Helen had a really small mouth count, and when she quietly greeted her, she left for her mother's house.

Is it of a non-talking nature or a neat appearance, but it doesn't feel somewhat gloomy? But there was a part of me that didn't really attract my gaze.

"Whatever you want, at all"

Sizka in her arms snorts. Dizzy in mocking attitude.

"Oh, my God, suddenly"

"I don't feel well, put it down"

"Wow. Oh, shit."

Somehow, it was time to let her little body lie down, looking at the sudden change in her attitude that had calmed her down until she was transported to the door.

Sizka catches the eye of the slit as she grips her long hair. The beauty said it was horrible when she got angry, but the collector felt an unprecedented fever in her gaze.

"Hey, why are you staring?

"There is no such thing as staring. You, too, would feel bad about nature if garbage fell on the side of the road. Same as that."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"You mean a gentleman who shows off his genitals to others or exposes his excretory behavior in public to obtain sexual excitement"

"Okay, sweetheart."

The collector scratched his cheek as he protruded a large ceramic object in his mouth.

"What is this?"

"Numb."

"Right."

"That, maybe I don't know how to use it?

"No, I understand"

Sizka swung roughly as she wrapped her bollocks around her and grabbed the numbness.

"Uh, wait a minute. Ah! That's because it's in there. Ah! It's loaded with golden water, a hundred and twenty percent full of shizka tan juice."

"This, pervert! My, what the hell are you collecting it for?"

"Because it's a misunderstanding, I'm not a perverted Scatromaniac."

"With all this stuff, you're dressed in such humiliation! I knew I'd kill you right now."

The collector shrinks his body by covering himself as he jumps out of the sizka about to throw a numb.

"Nah, uh, brothers, what are you playing at? Let's mix it up."

Dominic, who wanted to see how things were at the doorstep of the cabin, came close to curiosity as to whether he mistook the two one-touch actions for some play.

When Sizka coughed, she fell asleep in a blanket on the straw and invited a collector. Dominic follows, naturally. Sizka turned Dominic away well when he spoke out of the cat. It was terrible stress.

"I don't know why, uncle."

"Go to sleep. Look, don't come back with that kid until the sun goes down"

"Yes."

"And leave your wallet."

"Yes."

A response other than affirmation was an unacceptable keeper.

Polvo was a small village.

There is a sloppy road that prevents one light vehicle from passing through. Between the fields and the fields, there were pompous and crude slab walls and mud-walled people's shops to the extent of their apologies. By analogy from these, Alfred is only called an ex-knight and falls into the wealthy category within the village. Ask Dominic, since Alfred broke his body, he's always had a sleeping and waking day.

My wife Helen was in a state where she was finally able to paste into her mouth by helping the village famous man's house.

Staying people when you eat or don't eat is something you can't do inside.

In the first place, I'm nothing but an injured person or anything myself.

The collector, after being summoned, was finally able to loosen up and reflect on what had happened until today.

(For now, what is it? You tried to pull one off on the dating site. So, there came out Seiuchi, who I don't know, and when I realized, I was in this world. Bumped into a barn, killed a kama bastard, broke up with Marika, took care of a half-elf child, smashed a mysterious army of people buyers, and, uh, Dorothea's tits were so cool. Hmm? In the first place, why are they after me? Sure, the summons failed, and I don't know why I got caught up in Gotagota. Should I explore my way back to Japan? But it doesn't make sense for you to come back. It's not even funny. This world sucks better, but I can do a lot of unscrupulous things. Sizka's got me shaved, and if you think about it, is this the better ant?

"Nah, nah!

"Whoa, what? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

The two had arrived by the river outside the village while the collectors were caught in remembrance.

"Let's take a little, brother!

"Uh, it was. It was. Let's take a lot of fish and show it to your mom and dad."

"Yeah."

Dominic is delighted to wave his hands around as he moves his subhuman peculiar kemono ears. The collectors saw several villagers on their way to this river, but their eyes on Dominic were all discriminatory. Remembering a conversation with Alfred, the collector bit something bitter in his mouth.

Alfred is a sub of the Lion Clan (Lios), with the head of a lion and a human body, who used to serve a certain nobleman as a knight when he was bought his martial arts.

However, he did not fit in with the substitute noble man, and settled in this village in the form of a run off with Helen, who was a samurai.

The village of Polvo, it seems, was the birthplace of Helen's mother, but little system fatigue remained and had to rise to the measure of the famous Federico. Few possessions he brought up as a knight, besides Alfred, on his escape, became ill from the wounds he had fought against the noble chaser, becoming an impersonal body.

Born during that time with his wife Helen, Dominic was a hope for the family.

Let little itchy Helen do her wage work and keep giving her incomparable gold grains on a regular basis.

Though a kind of social welfare, if that's all you ask, Federico was a massive figure.

But even he can't pay off the hotbeds of discrimination rooted in the village.

Originally, the sub lives solidified by the sub alone, and most of the cases in which a child can be with a human, such as the aristocracy, the wealthy, etc. hands on visible servants and slaves and unilaterally impregnates them.

Thankfully, I wouldn't put it in my mouth, but the human race was nothing more than looking at the subhumans, especially the Beasts, one step lower.

The Lions (Lios) are far superior to humans in terms of agility, muscle strength, and bravery, but they were only negative.

Helen, a man of history, conceived the son of the beast, and bare his lashes. These insults to discrimination last a long time in closed spaces, and the children of the village don't see a boy named Dominic as a mixed race, add to their peers, etc. I guess I should let my father play, but I don't tend to lay low on the disease either. It wasn't impossible for Dominic to strangely connect to a near-old collector.

The collector played plenty fishing and stone-cutting fish in the river plains with Dominic.

Lunch was served to the stomach by baking the fish caught or re-broiling the black bread I had brought.

The sun continued to shine slightly shaded. Approximately, at about 3: 00 p.m., the collector nodded his shrugged Dominic and began to support the withdrawal.

On his return, Dominic was carrying purple petals all over his hands. When the collector asks, this flower seems to work well on the beating when crushed and applied.

"My sister's getting better soon, and most of us are all here!

"Hehe, Koya Tsubatsu"

When the collector strokes Dominic's head, he squeezes his eyes tinkly. I knew very well Alfred was adorable. I held Dominic up and hugged him. There are only six of them. Embracing a fuzzy Dominic, he smelled like sunshine. Are you happy to have it set up, Dominic must have raised his odd voice as he wielded his hands and feet?

The treasurer was walking all the way to the cabin with Sizka. There was Helen walking on a sleek slope. Naturally, Helen's figure keeps getting further and further away while Dominic thinks he's going to rush over or call out. You noticed it from the other side, I lowered my head gently toward the collector. But that appearance also seemed deliberately to ignore the presence of my son.

"Hey, why don't you talk to your mom about it?"

"Yeah. But he said you shouldn't speak up when you go to a celebrity."

Dominic's lion ears snort so powerlessly. Unexpectedly, I heard the conversation of the people who stopped and spoke to their ears.

"Look, there's Helen's."

"Damn, he did a good job too. I don't think that beast bastard's husband is better off with an ache."

"Wearing nothing like wild clothes is completely different from our kakaa."

"That's the consolation of your nobility. I want you to go with me once."

"My husband is also my husband. With such a one-off job, you can't get a dime. Don't you know all the pavilion owners?"

"Once every three days, you mean pay soot, don't do it. Hihihi, the famous man's rubbing stick is gone."

"Damn, you don't even look like a kid. Hold him down and let him kneel down and stick Ola's in the back of his throat."

"Most of all, it's your favorite. If you do that, you won't be in the village anymore."

"Kihihi. He's in a bit of trouble. But once or so, Helen, try to start a fight with Erna Beppin."

"There's a lot of fame, too. Thirty So I came to my son-in-law, and Uncle Sanzan bullied me. On top of that, your wife got ahead of you. Only Lady Leona, who will be seven, has left over forty slopes. It's a good distraction."

"Maybe I shouldn't have dimensioned myself to fit in my later wife, ah"

The two farmers rushed back to the field when they found the figure of the collector and Dominic.

Dominic, too, didn't understand what the story was about, but he could understand just how badly he was doing to his mother, tears in his eyes while nagging.

"Idiot, don't let a man cry. You must be Alfred's son, the lion."

"Yeah. Come on, I'm a lion boy, so I won't cry no matter how hard it is"

Squeeze Dominic's hand tightly. I tried to open my hand because I felt uncomfortable, but I couldn't help it.

When the collector delivered Dominic to Alfred, who was in his mother's house, he turned to the house of the famous man with some concern.

It was originally a small village, and the famous house was a remarkable and luxurious creation, so I didn't have to struggle.

That's odd, there's a guy with a slightly blind eye.

Obviously I didn't think of myself as a farmer, I had to be vigilant when I saw armed men wandering around the garden. From the front, even when I heard about Helen, it seemed like an atmosphere.

Either that or they're not the people you seem to be able to talk to, are they?

The collector overcame the ninjas as the scouts circled the stone walls surrounding the house to find a place where there was no sign of a person. The men don't seem to be policing this house otherwise. Defensively speaking, it was a monkey. But if you can find it, it's not going to be all right. The collector wanted to think the farmers' rumors were just unfounded motives.

Alfred is arguably the benefactor of his life for helping his collector and Sizka. I feel too bad if this story isn't a lie, and honestly, if I'm not sure, I'm not going to calm down and sleep tonight.

It's just enough to see where you normally work for a while.

The collector found a stable-like, middle-aged man hanging out hand-held when he came in front of him like a stables. Suspiciously, looking softly from the wall, a forty year-old, well-widened man enters the stables, holding Helen's shoulder with a tense face. Is it the usual, the stables run out at a speed that doesn't look old when they bow their heads to a man?

That man, probably the famous Federico. The man's blue headscarf struck me slightly.

"Eh, Federico..."

"You keep me waiting, Helen. You want to be punished so hard?

Bad boy. "

When the collector opened his eyes from the shadows, he blocked his mouth with his hands.

Because in the stables, I saw Federico and Helen holding each other as they stood like lovers and squirting each other.

Federico was a pretty big guy. Back length would be over one hundred and ninety. The little Helen's body was softly shaped to rest on both arms. The two are exchanging saliva as they tangle their tongues with each other. That was a passionate thing that didn't apply the word force.

"No, you can't. Federico, come on... ahhh"

"That said. I haven't seen you in three days. I can't wait, Holla, you're so here."

"Yikes."

It was a decisive infidelity no longer deniable to anyone.

The collector, with his comatose eyes, took his gaze away from the lump of meat that had become one.

On both hands, a slight sweat was tangled together.