Dungeon+Harem+Master

Pordina's ritual of subjugation was performed on the spot.

Shylock, a major former director of the Chamber of Commerce, will speak out immediately and for a long time.

When it was all over, a silver collar was handed to the collector who watched the ritual as he stood.

The central part of the barely weighted collar was marked with the Nine Weeks crest, the family crest of the Shimen family.

"We have prepared it here because it is not in such a difficult form"

A nine-week crest is a circular star in the center that represents the sun, and eight stars surround that star.

"You're gonna do something pretty shabby."

Pordina, dressed mainly in blue fabric, is kneeling in front of her.

Chestnut hair was slightly trembling in front of me.

In the midst of strange emotions, the harsh ritual came to an end, with the sawdust of slavery received from Shylock nestled in her thin, soft neck.

Pordina, who remained silent, raised her face and turned a straight gaze at the collector.

Big black eyes seemed to moisturize only my heart.

I'm not dressed to be silent either. Things are key at the beginning.

The collector tried to put something of the Lord's word on Pordina, but he couldn't think of a thoughtful word for Da 'i, and settled into something really light, "Ma, for now, do me a favor".

Naturally, there is no such thing as my husband's majesty.

But when Pordina heard the words, she leaned down and kissed the shoe tip of the possessor.

I don't mind a little wolfing, a voice as beautiful as a bell sounded in my ear.

"Starting today, this body belongs to you, from a single hair to a drop of blood. I swear by the Spirit of heaven and earth and the gods of all things, I am in a presence that at all times devotes all my loyalty. Any life will be fulfilled lighter than this Honghua. Pordina will spend the rest of her life as your husband's only servant."

The sawdust broke a little while listening to her unusually caloric vow words.

That's fantasy. Don't do it.

I couldn't explain myself what was going on.

The collector was not yet familiar with this worldview that would easily buy and sell each person.

Most importantly, the amount paid is more than 100 million yen when converted to 10 million p (pounds sterling) and Japanese yen.

It was a shame they got dragon scales because of how much they hunted red dragons. It was the succession of miracles after miracles that paralyzed the senses.

With that in mind, I had eyes with the girl in front of me. Pordina shyly loosened her eyes. The black eyes gleam like glitter jewels. There was no more appearance of a woman mourning her fate there.

Let's go.

All right, if it's over.

The collector stopped thinking a lot.

"Come on, now Pordina is yours. Finally, my shoulder is loaded."

As Shylock narrowed his eyes, the nobles who remained in the room blessed the collector by striking their hands.

In their eyes, the first colour of contempt was free of fine dust, and there was a pure gratitude for the man who saved our own lives.

Send honest praise for excellent power and deeds. For better or worse, they were aristocrats and familiar with what was to be honored.

"Congratulations! That's great, you are!

"That's why knights, stop by the mansion later when you have time"

"Brave man, one day we'll have a cup together."

"also, mohmov sashichikuri no"

For now, I refused to let a stranger nobleman moff Pordina's dog ears and tail.

"No. This Moffmoff is mine now. Return your own Mohmof, too. [M] Farewell, people of different worlds!

When the collector butched a black lion, one of the three holy swords that slaughtered Haidar, on his hips, he took Pordina and left the venue behind. He was the bearer of the Holy Sword, 10,000 men, and Baron Green Banks gave this famous sword to the keeper at no cost as a celebratory drawer.

"But I won't let Moffmoff."

Baron Green bit his lower lip and looked like he was about to cry.

Hehe, give me something to light up.

The collector was simply lit.

It was the first time I had been honestly praised so far for slashing villains.

That is why I am happy.

The roots are pure.

It would be easy to rise if you were appreciated.

Still, the innocence of the young man, who had just turned twenty, was great.

Nevertheless, I think.

The treasurer saw the girl following her right behind him and looked back over and over again, wondering if it was a dream. Every time she meets her eyes, she smiles softly as she tickles.

The collector was aware that he was neglectful of the woman's emotional subtleties, but had to be altogether if he had been shown so blatant favor so far.

Pordina is a beautiful girl with no complaints.

The treasurer bought the slave's girlfriend as the Lord. In other words, all the matter of the taking of life and death belongs to me. Whether you want her or not, Moff or Nani, you can't punish the collector with the laws of this world.

The National Slavery Association, which is a member of the Royal House of Public Authorities, is officially receiving a deed to the effect that a contract of sale of the collector and Pordina has been concluded. In other words, it is the ink of the country.

Also, if there is one morning, it will take half a million mercenaries belonging to the Slave Associations throughout the Romles to quickly track down the slaves who escaped or hurt the Lord.

The act of robbing or hurting slaves by others without the Lord's permission in this world was classified as a considerable felony. It was not the officials of the country who were obnoxious, but the slave associations rooted throughout the country.

What we need for now is today's twist.

When the collector jumped into the city's realtor, he quickly rented an affordable boarding house. The guarantor kept it in Shylock's name. To the lesser grandeur of the collector, both the vendor and the landlord agreed to rent the room without fear of rubbing it. The rent was five hundred P (pounds sterling) per month and extremely average as a grade.

"It's just an apartment, damn it."

As the collector entered the corner room upstairs with Pordina, he looked around inside with four rooms.

It wasn't as dirty as I thought the janitor was getting his hands on it on a regular basis, but Pordina didn't think so, making her nose rough and her eyes shine.

"It has a cleaning taste"

"Do you think so? You're diligent."

I rented a room from the venue at a realtor and she barely spoke until she actually came to the scene. Are you nervous, your dog ear is standing pinned.

Well, we've almost just met each other. I don't know.

Come to think of it, it was an unscrupulous development. The relationship between the collector and Pordina is thin. If the two of us didn't accomplish something, it's not like we've known each other for a long time. He's someone else who talked a little bit.

(In the first place, I don't even know what kind of woman this guy is...)

The fact is, only a collector can tell as much that she was a slave. I wondered if it was frivolous to buy out a whole life of someone I barely knew just sympathy, etc., but only switching was unusually quick. It is in the spirit of becoming.

The collector slowly approached Pordina and hugged her with both hands from the front.

For a moment she stifled her body, but gradually loosened her strength, leaving her chin on her shoulder and holding her back gently. The nostrils smelled of a woman's unique sweet body odor. A woman's unique weight of soft meat rests on her breastplate and arms. The whole thing belonged to me, I was emotional when I thought.

"We're going to have a long relationship, I know it's going to be a lot of hard work, but good luck with that."

"My lord, I am your slave. If you think of the gratitude I have received, you will not be able to return it after seven rebirths. It's not a lie to show any life fulfilled. So no more other manners. Hmmm......"

The collector took Pordina's cherry blossom lips while holding each other.

And then there is one thing to do.

Pushing Pordina down to her bed, she grabbed both wrists and realized her thoughts as a man.

"My maid isn't just on the floor, she's superb in chores and cooking."

"It's just a smudge. I beg your pardon."

After loving each other with Pordina, the collector shed the dirt of the battlefield in the bathroom in front of the apartment.

When I returned to my new home feeling hokey for a long time, my new wife greeted me there and a maid who had perfectedly cleaned the room was waiting for me to prepare a ready dinner prepared in the joint kitchen on the lower floor.

"Whoa! It's amazing, huh? That's great, looks good!

"Um..."

"Hmm? Fine, you take it."

The snack and what she offered was a coin bag from the collector she made me hold when I sent her to buy cleaning equipment and dinner materials.

"You're mine. Nothing wrong with that."

"Your husband."

When Pordina squeezed the leather bag with the money tightly under her chest, she moistened her eyes and stared at the keeper.

"Okay. I'll protect your husband's property, even if it's for his life."

"Exaggerate one way or another. Do you want to eat more than that? Uh, there's a lot going on."

"Corn potage soup, seasonal vegetable salad, fried hollowho bird figure, fin steak of romeless beef, braised potatoes and onions, catane risotto, white bread, tiger strawberry cake for dessert"

Hmm.

More or less an understandable menu.

But what is a catane risotto?

I pinched the solid object with my index finger and looked at it.

"Comedy?"

"Yes? What is comedy?

Pordina asks back with her crushed eyes. I couldn't blame you.

Yeah. This isn't rice. Something other than black and round rice.

I'm so curious, should I ask?

The collector saw Pordina's face. I refrain from staying by my side with mercy.

I felt like I didn't have to pursue it.

"Okay, here you go. You're not going to eat?"

When the collector set up a knife and fork before dinner standing in the hot air, he asked Pordina, who was standing for service.

"I'm a slave, so I'll have it later"

"Bye! Fine, let's eat. Are there slaves and shit in front of Meshi? He said you should eat everything while it's warm."

"But"

"Tae-bae. This is an order!

Moreover, the collector ordered Pordina to resist. She glanced at her eyes as if surprised, causing a crisp and elegant laugh and a small ankle. Truly a daughterlike natural trick, the collector was blinded and exposed to Azura.

"You're a selfish husband, too."

"I'm not selfish, and my family eats with me."

We finally start eating with Pordina, who is finally in her seat.

It was taken from Tonkatan Risotto in the beginning. I don't know why, so it's a stomach buildup that's bad for Pordina, but she ate a little and decided not to start from the beginning.

Soften up the loose porridge with a wooden spoon and check the color and smell in front of you.

"Hmm."

It doesn't seem to be dangerous. I laughed bitterly when I noticed that Pordina was eager to see how this one was doing while holding the fork. When the porridge was gently carried into my mouth, the rich flavor and irresistible aroma spread. I enjoy the teething of the dusty solids. Again, Japanese rice is as separate as Japanese rice. I want you to understand.

"Hey, what's Katan?

"Catanese mushrooms are a type of scented mushroom that can often be taken in mountainous areas. I eat a lot in my countryside though. Wasn't it in your mouth?

Clouding my expression, I've got an up-and-coming glance. I'm sleeping in a heck of a lot of worried dog ears.

"No, it's delicious. I like this mysterious mushroom."

Pordina was good, and her eyes narrowed happily when she snapped.

Love!

The collector went on to take out the most discerning Romeless cow fin steak. Put the knife in the thick meat cooked up in rare.

Hot gravy overflowed from pieces of meat with little response. When I gently chewed it in my mouth, the taste of the fragrant meat and the juice of the hot meat spread throughout.

"Ugh, it works! What? This is so good. This meat."

Bite moderately cooked meat and enjoy the acidity of the vegetable salad in between. After about half flattening the meat, I washed the fat in my mouth with the fluffy softness of white bread and sipped the stew of simmering.

"Well, well! Hey, Por, you better eat up. The mess's good. This!

I'm just gonna eat it. "

Pordina's face filled with joy every time the collectors had a series of good.

Thus the first evening fell within the midst of great success.

Pordina, back from the bathroom, shouted in embarrassment as the collector rolled onto the bedroom with his swollen belly.

"Can you take a rest now"

"Hmm? Oh, it's late for the night."

After that, I realized. There is only one resting sleeping area in the room rented by the collector. In other words, it was inevitable that we would get along. I'm not a virgin, but I've often been that way with women so far.

But not since today. It is all at your discretion to proceed.

"Seriously. Oh, something's fluffing my chest."

Pordina moved to the room with the mirror stand next to her. I guess I'll put on makeup and change into underwear.

Waiting is a world of twitching dreams.

The collector was more excited than that, pretending to be innocent. The tent in the groin has been set up without order. He said he fired four shots during the day, but he was getting harder than somewhere to fade.

I'm scared of myself. I think I'm gonna hurt her. Mostly in a sexual sense.

"Thank you for waiting"

"Ooh..."

Pordina revealed herself with a white baby doll together.

Under the light of the lamp, the coloured and white skin is slightly lit.

The busty bust and the slightly creased waist, hips that seemed slightly larger, were tight and rounded. The tail unique to the Wolves of War (Wearwolf) grows from the base of their hips. As the collector gently reached out, he touched the fluffy tail.

"Oh, this moffy. It's real. Pordina, turn around."

"Yes...... HI!

The zodiac enjoyed the feel of her tail as she sat back on her bedside. I tease you to look at the center of the base. Every time she moved her fingers, she leaked a wimpy sweet voice. Is the tail a sexy belt? It is strange. When the collector struck from behind like a beast as it was, he loved Pordina fervently again.

"Welcome, my lord."

"Oh, I'll be home by evening."

The collector told the maid, who bowed her head deeply at the entrance to the rental house, that she no longer went down the stairs on the verge of decay.

Looking back in the street, there was a giddy look at the rear of the zodiac.

Freshly grated outfits were out of place and unusually noticeable in such slums.

A spotless pure white apron dress reflects the summer sun and shines.

Several men walking stopped on the spot as they were spotted.

Pordina's presence was extraordinary and sophisticated enough to be seen.

Upper-class behavior like a lady on a fine, well-rounded, beautiful hair.

Every courtesy and deed is tapped into so that even the mansions of the great aristocracy may prevail.

I'm not even worried about vacating the house if it's so beautiful.

The amount of gold currently in the possession of the collector is about two and a half million P (pounds).

Even if it was a lot of money from a common man's point of view, I was a little uncomfortable continuing my sweet life if I also thought about buying a home in view.

"If you have time to be a jerk, you don't have to make a little money."

The collector had taken a piece of gold out of his possession in Pordina to cover the cost of the action.

It is about 100,000 yen in Japanese yen.

"But I didn't expect you to be so selfish as to get out."

It had been quite some time since the collector woke up.

The reason was that Pordina would definitely follow him.

It eventually broke, but he really wanted to follow it everywhere.

The moment I left the house, my dog's ears were completely broken and my fluffy tail was hanging. Don't rush me, your husband, something like that.

"I'll be right back, Pork."

I want to be light when moving quickly.

"That's what men are like."

The collector snapped with a nihil kime face as he flicked his worn coat.

"Oops, excuse me"

Being pointlessly cool, my shoulder hit a guy walking from across the street.

"Shit, the beggar."

The man drifts away angrily on his shoulder when he throws up his sputum all the time.

The collector felt like a good smash for now, so he went after the guy and teased him with a drop kick on his back.