Dungeon+Harem+Master

The silver carriage pavilion was reopened.

As Bernhard, the Lord, died, Lacey is in fact the celebrity of the land house.

It was somewhat time-consuming to change the process, but there was also the dedication of people familiar with the shopping district, who had shortened their opening hours and opened the store more than before.

"... were you listening to me properly, Mr. Klund"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm listening. I'm listening"

In the middle of the night, a few days after the death battle with the peladans, the collector, as usual, was in the large room on the second floor of the silver carriage pavilion, with Hilda peeled off and sober. From downstairs, the noise of drunkards echoes. The wind brought coolness through the open windows at night.

"Even so, I didn't know that Checilio's parents would give him Pong and 100,000 P (* Japanese yen, about a million yen)."

"Oh, my parents didn't give it to me. I need to give it back properly."

The collector went quite a long way when returning the half a million P (pounds) owed to the lender Cecilio.

The reason was tickle blame for the fact that the fees borrowed from Cecilio were of no use at all in the pivotal part. It was the most untouchable example of a human being who went to earth with his treasure face when he borrowed it and his demon face when he returned it. But it wasn't a good enough minute from the collectors.

He lost his money in the most necessary situations. The collectors would surely have died if Hilda hadn't arrived. Think normally, it wasn't negligent enough to make amends with money. Sometimes there was no word to give back to the Checilio of operations or to the reasoning of the collector, who risked his life to pass the will of the man, resulting in a silent offer of 100,000 p (pounds) without collateral. In this sense, Cecilio was a very clever man. The secularity of the collector stood out.

"No, I got this, so it's mine now"

Now you can finally sign up for the Adventurers' Union (Alliance). The emotion was also a mess.

"Absolutely. I do things like children."

Hilda breathes so small that she rises from the chair she was sitting in. Then he moved from the liquor bottle while sitting on the sleeping table to next to the collector who was drinking. On a sitting clap, the cup in Hilda's hand swayed small and the liquor inside was about to spill. In a hurry, it was shaped to hold her from the front as the collector reached out.

"Oh, my God, you're already drunk."

"Yes, do you see it?

Hilda stared at the collector with her hot eyes as she dyed her eyelids blush red.

Yabe, this guy looks colorful. Do it.

"Hmm, haha. Hey, all of a sudden?"

The collector pressed his face across the robe to his two breasts as he looked at Hilda's chest with a rough nose. The array is already stiff and bulging. Hilda squeezed tightly as she reached to the tip of the collector, revealing her charm.

"Ngi!?

"Klund. Come on, here. You're already so stiff."

"I'm sorry. I don't want to be impatient."

The collector tilts his torso diagonally in an attempt to push Hilda down as he is.

The mat on the bunk made a noise.

At the same time, the entrance door opened with a loud noise.

"Ku la n do? What the hell are you doing,"

There was a ghost, a mortal, and sunny Lacey, who became the lord of this silver carriage pavilion, royal as she let the night breeze blow her crimson dress.

Damn, why at this time!!

"Hey! Are you okay, Hilda! What, you don't feel well? Hey, Lacey. As a matter of fact, if the two of us were friendly and healthy, Hilda's complexion would suddenly change."

"Heh, discoloration?

"Liar, it's true. Are you all right, Hilda?

Lacey peeks into Hilda's face worryingly when she is fooled all the time by the once-in-the-spot lies of the collector because of her innocent character in front of her.

"Yeah, ha. I'm fine, yeah, yeah. I've been seeing Mr. Klund!

Hilda also noticed Lacey was attracted to the zodiac, so she rode the zodiac's lie because she ran out on her own.

"Hey, real booze is scary wow. Really, demonic drinks and wow."

The collector ran away blaming the liquor for all the deeds. Hilda couldn't spark the mundane and inexorable anger that sprang up as she looked at his attitude.

If we tried Hilda, in the first place, we had the idea that if he had been manly and honest with Lacey about their relationship, we wouldn't have gotten this cocky.

Since then, I've tried to relate several times, but when it's a good place, Lacey's instinctive intuition works, and when she came upstairs, she interrupted the two encounters (* Hilda perspective).

Most importantly, if regular income is established for the collectors and they leave this free boarding house, the Silver Carriage Pavilion, they should be able to overlap their love. The part of me that has been guzzling forever in that sense was dissatisfaction.

"Ha ha."

Hilda twisted hard to handle the door knob, in Lacey's invisible position, while creating a superficial laugh.

"Higi!?

"What's wrong, Klando? Make a sudden cut out of your voice. It sounded like a pig."

I cared for Lacey's odd collector.

"Haha, true. She's a cute cobbler, isn't she? Because of this, I was going to be a good boy for you. Very, very sorry."

"So higgy!

"Klund!?

After this, Hilda twisted an important part of the collector so he didn't look fully Lacey and went home to some satisfaction. The collector, Hilda's blaming bitterness had become a bit of a habit.

After sending Hilda to the cathedral, the collector was alone liquoring in the large room of the silver carriage pavilion to quench the half-hulled flames of desire. It is obviously excessive drinking. I was completely intoxicated.

When the collector got home, the sales were just over, or Lacey's friends, who were in temporary help, were about to leave the store.

Some of them already looked familiar, and when they left, they threw the wrong line about good luck tonight, or letting Lacey rest once in a while, etc.

Damn, I want to do my best tonight, even me!

The ultimate goal of the collector had not yet been fulfilled.

When it comes to Zubari, it's about getting Lacey good.

"Because there was a lot of condolences and stuff, yeah. It's not like I'm unwilling."

When the collector put the glass down and let me crawl here manly at night, I floated my hips off the bedside, and the entrance to the room was knocked small.

"Come in!

When the collector spoke with momentum, the door opened diluted.

There was Lacey holding a pillow with an embarrassing look on her face.

"Hey, can I sleep with you"

As the collector nodded in love, he lowered his hips, which seemed to float again.

Turning off the lights on the lamp, the world stained black monochrome. As you zip your eyes, your eyes gradually get used to the darkness. When the collector took his eyes off the indoor conditioning that gradually raised the outline in the dark, he became dazzled by Lacey's musty, uniquely bodily odor that was gushing his body next door.

"I fell asleep already?

"No."

I can't possibly sleep. The treasurer is not impossible, but a young man who is energetic and surplus.

As the collector was chewing his teeth tight and evoking his inner reason, he felt it was time for Lacey's thin and supple hands to be tangled in his arms.

"Goodbye, no?

Love it. Not, I'm gonna make a hard boiled decision here.

"If you don't like it, don't sleep with me. Can't you sleep?"

"Yeah. When my dad was here, I didn't even think about it. This place is so big, isn't it? I can't wait to be alone."

I couldn't help it. Bernhard was not physically inferior to the young in his still working year. Lacey is only seventeen, and I guess she never thought of breaking up with her father so soon unless she even went to her daughter-in-law.

"Hey, where's Crand from? You must have traveled all along. You don't have a family or anything?

"You want to hear a lot about it today. Well, I guess my hometown is a long way from here. When you think about it, it's probably the first time you've been born that you've walked a long way to this city."

"Yes."

Lacey didn't ask more deeply that the collectors deliberately didn't answer about her family.

If you're a man about the age of a collector with a hometown to go home to, it's not strange to have a wife and kids.

It must have been a common circumstance to have made it to this city, where no acquaintance was better than himself.

He's lonely again.

Yes, thinking about it, Lacey felt a strong empathy for the same boundaries of a collector as herself, and seemed to be more familiar with him without even showing pieces of sarcasm, which made him yummy and irresistible.

"Were you traveling all the time and not hard?

"I am, Lacey. I've lived a long time in warm water until this year. In that regard, it lasted quite a bit, but, well, I'm used to it. Humans can get used to any painful thing one day. I'm worn out like a slender sole, and I don't feel anything in it. My heart is flattening. Come to think of it, if I hadn't met Lacey at that place, I'd still be lost around there like a wild dog. could have been stoned by the kids."

"... kland"

"I can't put a dime in it. I'm trying, but it's extremely easy here. If you close your eyes, you have a roof, and some walls block the wind. You don't even have to look under a tree where you can lie down after a day of walking tired, or whichever rock shade you want. You don't have to worry about tomorrow's mess while the rain hits you, hungry. I'm not scared of chases, wild dogs, or monsters roaming the wilderness. Every day is like a dream. And I'm scared that one day I'll remember that dream."

Lacey felt she was able to touch his heart for the first time as she listened to the Founder.

Hot stuff keeps creeping up in my chest. Lacey couldn't control her strong emotional twists, and she was about to spill uplifting tears in her eyeballs.

"You can stay here all the time, yeah, no. I want Klund to stay here forever. [M] I'm sorry, I'm sorry to hear about the hard stuff. Me, it's always all about me. I really want you to be gentle and push me to the bed."

"That's okay, nothing. Here."

"Ah."

As the collector pulled his hand over Lacey's shoulder, he softly lowered his nagging body into his chest. I'll reach for smooth sandy hair and rinse my hair. Every time I pulled my fingers off, only a saggy sense of flow remained.

"I want you. I'll hold you."

The collector whispered in Lacey's ear, pinching her little jaw and staring at her face from the front.

It was too straightforward a word. Lacey nodded kokun as she turned her face bright red.

Eyes peeking between Lacey's flaky hair softly lie down.

The collector slowly presses his tongue as he gently mouths his cherry blossom lips. She opened her eyes once, as surprised, but gradually opened her own lips, welcoming in the tongue of the treasurer.

That's crazy.

I was wondering if it would be a more romantic development, I'd have done it like an animal at some point!

The collector roared, uhm, as he saw Lacey's sleeping face resting in peace next door.

To be honest, I'd like to pull out five or six more shots, but I think I'll put up with them today because they're mentally adequate.

"Phew ah, neem......"

The collector wrapped Lacey's long, lustrous hair around her fingertips several times, and then once again pulled her white, beautiful flesh, still dark with the light of fire, against her chest, and fell into the midst of the meltdown.

"That's crazy"

The next morning, as the collectors were eating a slightly late breakfast at the counter upstairs, Hilda, who naturally pushed him, threw a suspicious glance as he licked the milk in the cup.

"What's wrong with you?"

While the collector remained calm, he slowly removed half a slice of honeyed black bread from his mouth.

"I'm kind of in an unusually good mood for Lacey. What is it?"

"Nothing. Look, there's boiled eggs, too. How about Hilda?"

Hilda snorted gently as she offered her peeled eggs as Lacey sang.

"Fine. Breakfast was done at the church."

Lacey is smiling and serving with such expressions as the spring of the world. Hilda revealed her suspicions, looking at her glittering skin like a prick.

"Ah, Klando. I have breadcrumbs on my mouth."

"Mmm. Really?"

Lacey threw it into her mouth when she picked the breadcrumbs that were attached to the bottom lip of the keeper in a very natural motion. Hilda's body stiffened to much.

"... wait a minute. Something strange just appeared in my eyes. Funny, why not? Hey, Mr. Klund. Hey, why don't you tell Lacey about our relationship?"

"Relationships?

With a decent look, Lacey put her little neck over her index finger against her mouth.

Hilda's face, by contrast, is clearly anointed with two colors of jealousy and anger.

It's called Shura.

The collector could understand in an instant the situation where ruin awaited him depending on his future deployment, even to himself, who was incapable of prediction.

It was a crisis of the collapse of Petite Harlem, which had been built up in stages.

"Ahhh!! Yeah, do it, seriously. Hey, Lacey, I'm sorry. I was supposed to go sign up for Hilda and the Adventurers' Union today. Ah, it was good. Seriously, breakfast was great. Well, we're in a hurry!

The collector rushed out of the counter chair toward the exit swing door as he pulled Hilda's hand.

"Oh, hey, oh. Lunch. Huh? What are we gonna do?"

"I'll make it right."

The treasurer prayed to Heaven that Lacey, far behind her store, would not be able to split Hilda for a throwing kiss.

Moving to a position quite far from the silver carriage pavilion, the zodiac began a slow stroll, pulling Hilda's hand like nothing had happened. Naturally, in the meantime Hilda remains silent with her face down. Her energetic face wants an explanation.

Most of all, honestly, I enjoyed getting my weird stick in and out of Lacey's weird hole last night, I couldn't say.

The catastrophe is only speeded up where it was said.

"Hey, it's summer. This way, looking up at the bright blue sky, it's going to be sunny to the point. Yeah, don't you think? Sister."

"Hey, get your hands off me. It hurts."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Hilda waved off her hand, which had been grabbed by the collector in a relative tone, stopping at the spot and stopping to move. As people walking through the city occasionally flickered to explore the relationship between the two unsuitable people, they left the scene as early as they were frightened when stunned by the fierce gaze of Hilda. There was a pompous strange space in the middle of the boulevard.

A strange sweat began to flow like a waterfall on the forehead of the collector.

That's crazy.

Why should I be rebelled in the middle of nowhere from this middle of the day?

Isn't it irrational that I gave you love the way you wanted it?

I won't tolerate the one who skips such a conniving because he puts two strands on it, or that love has to be dedicated only to one person. I'll stab you, I'll kill you, I'll slap you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you.

Yes! There's nothing to be afraid of.

Don't hesitate to fuck me, if you fuck me, you'll know, and I'm also saying (* not saying)

The collector called out to Hilda vigorously, making a cut-off departure, wondering if he could handle it if he went on offense for now.

"Hey, Hilda!

"What the fuck?"

Oh, oh, that scares me, this young lady.

The collector was frightened by Hilda's lack of form.

It was loser gut rounding.

"Ah... yes, um... seriously, I'm sorry. Sorry about that."

"What are you apologizing for? Explain it to me so I can understand it properly."

Hilda smiles like a gracious mother in her mouth. The zodiac noticed the freezing sharpness of the midwinter lurking there and quietly feared.

"No, the... Something seems to have offended Mr. Hilda in the morning, and I'm really sorry. I'm sorry I'm alive."

"Because I'm not mad at you. I'm just asking Lacey why she tried to keep our relationship a secret."

"Oh, I don't know. Well, the relationship. I don't know who I am. I don't know."

"Haaaa!?

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii"

That's crazy.

Where was the angel that hurt me a few days ago, covering myself?

Well, then the pure Hilda was called to heaven.

The collector tried to keep the calm these days by feeling so strong. I couldn't.

"Shall I talk to you there for a moment?"

"Well, I'm not really thirsty."

"I'm dry. Rather dry. Are you going against it?

"No, I don't mean to defy you or anything like that. However, didn't you decide to go and register with the Adventurers Union (Guild) today? The reception time is set, and I don't know if you're going to be late."

"Are you really going to be an adventurer?"

Hilda's eyes cloud with care.

"Oh, I'm not even thinking about you. Attack the dungeon for the future and make sure you name it. I don't know why, but I can't live like someone else forever. I'll make my own money, and you can buy me something. You're not a man if you can't do that."

"Mr. Klund......"

Where did the earlier sword screen go, Hilda stares at the collector with a hospitable look as she combines her hands in front of her chest as she felt.

All right, that was a good trick. It is the technique of changing the root ninja legal discourse.

As the collector pulled Hilda's hand, he moved into the shade of a street tree. A thick green leaf is blocking the summer sun. It was a good place to stay and get cool with the chilling air.

"What's wrong, all of a sudden"

I took Hilda's lips without telling her whether or not she was confused. The collector held her little shoulder and snorted his mouth. As Hilda slowly relaxed her expression, she welcomed the poking tongue of the collector with her forehead and small lips open as she seeped Zhu into her eyes.

"Mmmm... ahhh... ahh"

Make a sound with the chubby, stirring the saliva in each other's mouths.

Gently, when I let go of my face, a thready twat dripped from the girl's cherry blossom lips.

"No more... even if you're an adventurer, you're a jerk."

Hilda loosened her mouth with her lit cheeks. Normally, hands like this seem to work, but they are the same person who layered their skin once. She would have been anxious if she had reconfirmed her collector's thoughts. Avoiding the danger of a debacle, the two clamped their legs as they came to the office of the Adventurers Union (Guild) on (* pretty hot and bitter) Boulevard amicably armed.

"Well, I'll be waiting at the coffee shop across the street, so come pick me up as soon as the process is over"

"Ooh. Okay."

"Mr. Klund."

"What?"

Hilda, of considerable height difference, gave a stumbling kiss to the lips of the collector in an unintentional manner, like a little bird.

Eh heh, laughing and dropping Hilda away.

As the collector begins to climb the new stairs to the office with determination, the two guards standing at the entrance stare with an angry look.

It was the expression of anger that bore the irrationality of the world all by itself.

"Die, rear filled"

"I'll kill you, you fucking kid!!

"The world is not sweet!!

"Don't play the dungeon, young man."

The future seemed difficult.