Dungeon+Harem+Master

Pordina, a subordinate of the Wolves of War (Wearwolf), the property of the Shylock Chamber of Commerce, was a woman sold off by the general will of the clan to pay compensation as a result of her defeat against the Romless King's Army. Her native mother, the Belle Bella, was known for her strength in battle.

My troubles with the royal family were triggered by the end of the tax rate hike, which is also a fixed one. The battle against the royal family, at the beginning of the war, was the victory of the Bel Bella tribe, who had gained ground, but could not support the front to the cavalry and archers, who had fully equipped the barracks, and in just two months came to a reconciliation.

There is also a tremendous turnaround in her being sold off.

By the defeat, the Bel Bella tribe lost many young men and property.

Since Pordina was one of the chief's daughters and was young and beautiful, she was at the service of harmony. And one of the great nobles, who saw her, yearned for her as a concubine. The power of a man to be brought into the royal family was great, and a reduction in compensation could be greatly expected.

More importantly, if Pordina gives birth even to the children of its great nobility, the impact on the clan is immeasurable. It would not be necessary to argue about how much more than selling yourself at a forsaken price, you would prefer to be held hostage by a concubine.

Here, if this great nobleman had received Pordina, she would not have gotten involved in this story, but would have had quite a smooth and full life.

But that night, when Pordina was conceived, the great nobleman left the world without loving the young Hua. He had already passed sixty. Cause of death was acute heart failure.

Here, it was the bereaved of this great nobleman who was in trouble. The newly-dominated eldest son hated the great sub, and did not carry out mistress inheritance among fathers and sons like Mongolian nomads.

As a result, Pordina was to be sold to the Shylock Chamber of Commerce with a clean body.

The only thing if there is salvation is that the grand nobleman's son gave the sale to the Bel Bella tribe as it were.

Thus Pordina reached the land of Silver Villago, far from her hometown.

Her lord has yet to be found.

When Pordina sat alone in Shi 'a (Azumaya) in the garden in the mansion of Shylock, she was listening to the pleasant breeze blowing across the wooden perimeter.

"Pordina, what's going on here?

Turning his gaze toward the voice calling his name, there Migna of Kobolt stood his ears pinned and his eyes opened round.

While the War-Wolves (Wearwolves) remained the same as normal human beings except for their ears and tails, Cobolt retained a much more colorful character of the Beastman.

The hands and feet peeking through Kobolt's face and clothes have blocked and dense hairs, and the mouth area on the tip of the nose protrudes long from the eye area.

In that sense, Megna's face was the same as that of an ordinary dog walking around it.

The back lengths, even adults, never exceeded one hundred and twenty centimetres, and their breasts were the same and two as humans.

"We steam a lot today, so it was in the wind"

When Pordina replied that way, Megna sat happily down to the next chair shaking her tail to the left and right and clutching around.

"Yes! Me, too, Suwa Wataru. Ugh, the wind feels good here."

"Speaking of which, Meña. They say you've decided where to sell yourself. Congratulations."

"Oh no, it's hard to light up when people say that. He said he was a merchant, a subordinate like me. Anything. He said he was looking for an escort because he didn't have any more. Because it's already too old for forty, and you don't like it. Oh, they're gonna shoot me raw and get me pregnant."

"You don't seem like a troubled face for that."

"Uh, no. I'm only fifteen. I can't believe the middle-aged jerk fucked me, eh?"

Although Meigna was so good, when she suppressed her cheeks with both hands, she remained unfinished with Niyaniya.

I can't help it, Pordina thinks.

To contract a subhuman as a concubine, not a slave, was something that could not be done without the agreement of that family.

Moreover, the opponent is a merchant with a history of stamina. Kobolt and the Wolves of War (Wearwolf) are known for their prolific production, and Migna will soon conceive a child if she is physically healthy and has no problems with her opponent. Cobolt gives birth to five to eight children at a time. It was relatively easy to have a succeeding boy, and then her happiness was just as good as promised.

Most beastly slaves were commonly purchased as cheap intercourse slaves.

Unlike the precious species Werewolves (Wearwolves), which are highly durable and combative and rarely come to market because of their pride, Cobolt is categorized as the cheapest type.

Meigna, externally, overturned the fate of being treated as a youngest daughter and of having a miserable life that also serves as a slave to that house for the rest of her life, obtaining one happiness in all likelihood. And the joy shall be great.

"The merchant's uncle, the Lions. Hey, Pordina. I wonder if the Lions (Lios) are amazing too. My body is a mess."

"Come on, you'll probably be fine"

"Uh, it's sloppy. So, Pordina hadn't decided where to go yet, had she? Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know who I am. But Pordina, unlike me, is a good man again. I wonder if there's anything to talk about. I heard you said no a long time ago."

"... Nevertheless, you are a merciful man, Sherlock. Though time-limited, I didn't expect to set slaves free in the garden."

"Uh, something obviously changed the story. Suspicious. Maybe you have a husband you've never met before?

A man of your own accord. The words brought to mind the face of one man in Pordina's head.

He had an impressive shallow black, long, dark brow.

I was deprived of my first lips by the encounter.

When I first met him, he was intoxicated dressed like a beggar, and when I saw him again, he was full of scratches, emitting signs like a beast at hand. When I saw Sister, who was trying to lean on him, I first learned emotions that I couldn't control.

(Why, that man's face... eh, it can't be)

"Oh, could it be"

Pordina slipped her gaze as she lay her face down in a daze.

Klund.

That's what Shylock used to call that man's name. I'm dirty myself, and I won't be able to make enough money to hold myself hostage at last.

In the first place, neither that man's light-hearted mouthfeel nor the loose face between them were the ideal type for Pordina.

Second, when I realized it, I noticed that Megna was sending me a slight gaze. I got awkward and deliberately chilled.

"What is it"

Pordina knew exactly how her face was perceived by others.

Scary, ruthless, no cuteness.

(That's what I was born for. Besides, I can't laugh even though it's not funny)

It was always said when I was raised as a luxury slave with a lot of money, unlike the Meñas.

The education was scattered to behave lovingly with a stiff expression, his eyes atrophy, what to do to scare him, burn him, etc.

From courtesy, I wore all the letters, the language, all the sexual moves and the burning wording in the service of my lord perfectly.

But it wasn't like anyone could learn the art that people loved.

"Bezu"

"Not at all."

Pordina and Megna weren't even close, but as the same dog-based beast, there were parts of them that went through some time.

There can't be a friend or anything in the slave, but her mix was still in Pordina to such an extent that she could honestly celebrate.

"Wait, wait. I'm in trouble up ahead!

It was at this moment that fate changed dramatically.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Who do you think you are?" Haidar Burner, your lord's clan. If a young man wants to, that's how it works. "

"But it's basically forbidden for customers to come in. No matter how good you are, Mr. Burner, at least give me your permission."

Apparently, the men were Shylock customers. Follow the three men and a noble boy of high stature was smiling.

The servant of the mansion is trying hard to pull the men at the entrance to the garden, but in the style of the lad, he was a piercing loser.

He said, "Uh-oh, orah!

"Boob."

One of the men slapped him straight against the servant's belly.

When the servant held his belly and wept eyes, he knelt on the spot.

"What are you doing? Oh, you're unwell."

"I know, I'm a mess. If that's not enough, Oi."

At the same time as the signal, one of them forced him to stand on the spot with his hands around both shoulders of the servant. The servant's face was completely drawn with fear. There was a brutal laugh on the man's face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Ugly, no, no, no. Yeah, yeah."

A man keeps hitting left and right hooks on servants in a row. The servant begged for help with a tall squeal like a woman. It was even serious.

"Hih."

Megna hid in the shadow of Pordina with a face drawn to fear.

You noticed that voice, the men approached as they threw their servants at them, rattling small gravel as they crammed through the artificial trail.

He is still an inferior face.

A boy forming in the center would be a bad nobleman named Heidal Burner.

He looked so neat that he saw her as a woman, but he sniffed the rotten soul underlying it, and Pordina glanced at him reflexively and violently.

"Oh, no, this is... I can't believe you hid these balls from me, Sherlock."

Haidal reaches out to Pordina's chestnut hair.

On top of his rude visit, his eyes had a colour of giraffed curiosity. Pordina managed to catch on, driven by the urge to shake off the boy's raw white hands.

"Beautiful. What a name."

Is that an answer? Pordina responded with a crease between her eyebrows, at least when she glanced at the boy in front of her.

"Oh man, it was me, but they hated me. - Do it."

At the same time as Haidal's signal, a servant who had been drawn into the middle of the garden began to be assaulted again. I didn't know his name, but when I was resting in this Shi 'a, he used to bring me tea.

There is no reason to be assaulted without sayings.

Pordina imagined the boy in front of her, grabbing her hair in her brain and dragging her around, and she caught her anger.

"I'm Pordina."

Answer to throw up. but the boy in front of him didn't even have a bare temptation to stop the men from assaulting him.

The servants kept screaming as they hugged into the garden trees, but the men were beating up all over their bodies trying to poke livestock with sticks in their hands.

"I would have already named you. Quickly, stop the squire."

"Pordina? Nice name. You have a beautiful angry face."

Haidal looks grumpy and brings his face even closer. On the tip of my nose, I smelled faint perfume.

It was only remembered as something that was fine but badly unpleasant for Pordina.

"Yikes, oraoraoraora!!

"Higu, her daughter, Po, Po Po Po, Po Po, Po Po Po, Po Po Po, Po Po Po Po Po, Po Po Po Po Po, Po Po Po Po Po Po, Po Po Po Po Po Po, Po Po Po Po Po Po Po, Po Po Po Po Po

When the servant shouted high at him, Heydal finally stopped the assault.

"Why are you doing such a terrible thing"

"Terrible? That's not true, Pordina. That servant knew your name, but he didn't tell me right away. Don't you think this is a first degree sin? In the first place, you too. The fact that Heydar Burner got his name is just as true that you became mine."

Haidal, naturally, reached out to grab Pordina's arm, but instantly his palm was slapped hard.

"Mm-hmm. Right, right. You haven't paid yet. If you're buying slaves, it's a measure of nobility to pay first. I can't believe you think of a seller like Shylock, even if it's a selling step, and that's what I deserve."

As Haidal lifted his chin tip, one of his snacks approached the falling servant and loosened the leatherbag string.

"How much, Holla? About this much."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Zarazara and dozens of silver coins struck the face of a servant lying on his back.

The sound of the coins beating each other makes a dry noise.

Finally, when the man turned the leather bag upside down, he fell straight down the currency that became the mountain and pounded properly into the artificial pond.

"Even though it's beautiful, it would be twice the market price if you paid 200,000 P (pounds) for the beastly flair. Don't hesitate to take it away, servant."

In response to the words of Haidal, an airy dumb noise poured out from under the mountain of coins. The sound gradually grew louder and eventually turned into a laugh that everyone on the spot could understand.

"Only, 200,000 P (pounds) makes Master Burner laugh too! Our Pordina is a special class A luxury slave! If you want to buy her, we won't be talking unless you have at least a million p (pounds) available!

With the servant's high laughter, Haidal's complexion grew much whiter like a piece of paper.

As Haidal silently left Pordina, he approached the man who had kept his wallet and went in a chilled tone.

"How dare you embarrass me. This scum."

"Uh, so, but"

Haidal pulled through the nostalgia knife and sank to the side of the man for the first time. He glowed viciously in the summer sunlight as the white gizzard fillet tangled the wet bloodtide.

Haidal returns his wrist and moves the blade tip fine in the man's body. The upward body was pierced by the man's heart and destroyed enough. A man's scream stretched out with his tail drawn.

Meña is shaking with her hands blocking both ears, not too much fear. The bright red blood flowing out of the man's torso dyed Heidal's blue-white wrist to Zhu.

"Ha? Young man, why?

"I don't need garbage, I..."

When a man folds his body into a letter, he falls down from his face to the ground. At the same time, Migna's screams flowed.

"The money I gave out once cannot be returned with pride on the part of the nobility. So I'm gonna get one of those females over there. Maybe this female isn't worth more than 200,000 pounds."

"Oh, no. Why?"

Megna leads to Pordina's hips as she blacks and whites her eyes.

"Dear Burner, I'm not saying that Megna's sales are not enough for 50,000 P (pounds sterling). She's already decided where to sell it."

"Shut up. Ahhh, when I say buy it, it's absolute! Are you making fun of this famous nobleman, Heydal Burner, who will be joining Uncle Andrew? Instead of letting them do business in this realm, I hope they didn't leave any soldiers. Whoa! I bought it anyway! Nothing extra."

The servant shuts his mouth to the anomaly. There worked a chilling will on the value of the bottom slave named Meña.

When Haidal exclaimed like a child, he invited one of his surroundings.

"Hey, Cooch. You especially liked the Beast Man's daughter. I need to make sure this Meña girl is used properly before I take it home."

"Hehe, are you okay?"

The man, called Cooch, turned his lewd gaze towards Meña as he overcame the body of one of his coworkers.

"Oh, no, you're lying."

Meña tried to hide in Pordina and let her body shrink hard.

"Fuhihi. I don't like hairy beast daughters like you. I don't need a thin-haired Omei. Get out of the way."

The man let loose his lusty gaze towards Meña as he pushed Pordina.

"Are you insane? Migna has a wife."

"That's none of my business. If you're complaining, why don't you ask the young lady?

The Werewolves (Werewolves) are born with a lot of strength and combat skills.

In particular, she was a leading warrior who had been beaten to the martial arts since childhood by her father, the brave and well-known master of battle of the Belle Bella tribe.

During the blink, it was easy, even bare hands, to stop the Haidars breathing roots here.

Tear grains thrive from Meigna's nagging black eyes. A servant man screamed as Pordina tried to move her whole body muscles into an attack, upside down with her tail.

"Stop, Pordina! What happens to the clan if you turn your teeth here!

That's right.

Yes, it was.

In the words, the struggle, which had increased until earlier, fogged in an instant.

"Stop it, stop it. Whoa!

"Kihihi, yes, it is. I don't care how much you hate me. For that matter, it's burning up."

The sight of a beastly hobbyist man assembling Meña jumped in front of me. As Pordina lay down on her face and tried to walk away from the scene, she was grabbed shoulder to shoulder.

"No, Pordina. Watch this show with me. Otherwise, you'll see."

Haidal's eyes distorted by a dark passion, he stares at me. I was about to be swallowed up by the filth and the irresistible swirl of anger, and I felt a strong vomiting sensation.

"Look, those Cobolt breasts. Pretty big, huh? The spectacles between the animals will be quite pleasant."

I wonder if Haidal hasn't noticed, it's like a thread from his mouth. He was quietly swelling his groin as he drooled.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. Ooh!

Men are forced to drag Megna into the shade of a tree.

A tragedy began that covered my eyes.

Pordina was forced to look directly at that hellish sight.

Right now, I wanted to die.

Over and over again.

And time like hell is finally over.

"Hehe. Did Omei want this, too, hmm?

Cooch grinned with a lowered face as he nodded his tongue at his red-black, nudged lips.

Pordina turned away reflexively. To that applause, and, uh, turning her gaze to Meña, she was looking strange. It doesn't even move.

"Meña?"

"Shit. It broke easily. Hehe, I'm sorry. Young man."

"No, that was a good way to go. Cooch. I'll ask again if I get a chance."

The Haidals were talking about how they were no longer interested in broken toys.

"Pordina, I'll be back. I'm gonna get you."

Heidals disappeared. No, he ran over to Meña and put his ears on his chest.

Ha, and looked up at her thin, soft throat.

There, the remnants of the atrocities remained a clear trace.

"I have to report to Anton, the superintendent. But it was cheaper and it still helped."

Pordina was stunned to hear the servant's relieved tone twinkle.

Terrible.

Too much.

I knew it.

No matter how much we personally care, from the merchants' point of view, we are only one of the commodities.

It only means a lot of price.

I stopped moving in front of you, burying my face in Megna's chest.

Her fur smelled like sunshine, softly blocked.

At an early age, I blurred to remember the day my mother held me to sleep.

A girl wanted and hopeful by the merchant's entourage is now lying in front of her as an unwanted wreck.

Until just now, this garden was the space of the mix itself, but it was replaced by hell with a slight difference in time.

It was too extraordinary a reality.

"Like this."

There is no such thing as defying it.

I am a slave. From the moment he fell into slavery, it was all over.

That is how it is destined.

In the first place, it was a mistake in itself to try to hold hope.

I was mistaken because Shylock treats ourselves half normal.

Did you end up like this because you happened to be in this garden?

No, even the reality that happened to Meña may be the difference between early or late.

If you go to a merchant, you could be killed by one mistake.

With that in mind, we may have made a mistake in the first place that we were born into.

It is so decided.

Fate is ordained.

Pordina understood that she was completely finished when that nobleman laid eyes on her, but she was ashamed that it was a mistake.

Slaves (I), etc. are over from the beginning.