Dungeon+Harem+Master

"The Louise Tavern is a good tavern."

The collector went on skipping down the path Nellie taught him as he mumbled the improvised, homemade Louise's Tavern theme song.

Naturally, the idea of a collector whose brain was stained with true pink was nowhere near as far as the tavern could not be doing this in the middle of the day.

Beautiful Adventurer - Solicitation - Getting Friendly - Getting Fucked

"What a golden rate. We're just one step down the road to victory. Come on, it's me!

A magnificent step is decided while exposing the loose ahozura between.

A mother with a child on the road frightens and paves the way, but she doesn't notice.

Because already in his brain, an intelligent beauty teacher-style adventurer had his skirt rolled up and poked from behind.

Oh, come on, Klando. We just knew.

Hehe, even so, your coco swallows my Endeavor. Look, there it is.

Hey, you rascal. Eh! I'm embarrassed!

Discovery! Sputnik! It's space love, you son of a bitch. Whoa!

"Ouch. Don't let your dreams spread again. All right, according to Nelly, this is the place to be. That's what my instincts say."

When the collector found a funny tavern such as below inside, he roughed his nose as hard as a fugafuga. The sun was just about up in the air.

"Oh, my goodness, Joshi. Mnh."

The collector checks the tip of the thing in his underwear pants. It is a gentleman's preference.

And after standing in front of the swing door, I realized.

Speaking of which, I guess a liquor store usually has to be at night to do it.

Taverns, taverns. Something I've forgotten.

Oh, no, I have to go see Lacey.

Well, maybe later.

"Whoa!?

When the collector hesitated, he heard the sound of things breaking from inside the store and a woman screaming.

"This is a lucky sketchy hunch!

Kick the door in with all your strength at the bottom of your boot.

"European and American military intervention!!

A sexy beauty in her late twenties and a big man like a giant drum can were confronted inside a somewhat dark store.

"You can leave me alone if Sama tells me to drink it, you baba!!

"You hate me. We're supposed to be open after sundown. Besides, I'm only twenty-six! Watch your mouth, kid!

"Oh man, you know how I care about putting up with baba like you at your discretion. Uh huh! Let me tell you what it means to defy this Daz!

"Hey, do it, do it!

The unreliable man named Daz had little different back length than a hundred and eighty and a keeper, but he obviously weighed three times as much as a keeper and was likely to be nearly two hundred and fifty kilos in stature.

It is half fat to see.

That, the way white people gain weight is not the ratio of Asians.

I felt like I would make it after I came to this world.

You don't lose any control over how you gain weight.

The man has dirty blonde hair stretched all the way up to his waist, but his face was covered with extremely thick fat and he couldn't tell the notion of his nose. It's completely buried with fat. The cheeks have a huge fat peculiar, mysterious blackness. It was an alien creature that God had renounced shaping. Another amazing finger grabbing the arm of a beauty who feels decadent. Every single one of them is swollen to puk puk like a winner. It was too juicy.

"Whoa, so fucking fat, take that Lady hand! And since twenty-six is the most beautiful and radiant time for women around the age and a delicate age, watch your language, that's all."

"What, you suddenly jump out of nowhere? Oh, you're interrupting my alcohol time. Oh, and this dazzle is licked. Hey!

As Daz took his hand off the woman, he struck a counter made of nutrient material.

Parallax and dust fall from the ceiling with dull sounds.

Thick palms look as sturdy as gloves for hardball.

"Brother there, I'm fine, so run! This guy, he's got a crappy head, but he only has the power!

"You're Louise. Definitely?"

"Hey, not if that's what you're saying right now."

"Don't ignore me Sama!!

"Slightly."

The collector flew behind his back when he fired a thick arm like Marutai.

There is madness in Daz's eyes. When the collector put his arms around him, he pointed out.

"Hey, fucking fat guy. If you want to compete, you'll be the other guy. Pre lunch exercise."

"There's shit!!

The collector flinched himself and jumped out.

After that, when I let it go, the floor rang and Daz's footsteps rang.

"What the fuck?

"They said they were fighting in front of Luise's shop! Look, look!

People in the rugged city form hedges in front of the store.

Daz, the giant warrior, raised his temper as he spewed white bubbles out of his mouth.

The surrounding people are also jumping their chests at a major entertainment springing up down there.

It is a world where there is little or no entertainment.

As a result, people are tired of everyday changes and are sensitive to a little rubbing and cramping. As the two glued together, the prestigious wilderness began to fly.

"And there's something good left to die for!

"Ugh. Big fat man go back to fat country."

"I'm a pussy. Oh!

Daz swung around his arm as he stepped on his foot and thrust into a single letter.

"Go to the animal house, you fucking fat fuck! Diabetes Reserve!

The collector threw it with a magnificent form when he grabbed the tree cut at his feet, either early or not.

"Ugh."

The woodcuts thrown stuck brilliantly in Daz's short legs.

A stuck giant makes a zun noise and collapses to the front.

You hit your jaw hard on the fallen clap, or a low scream came up.

"Aiyiyiyiyiyi"

Daz wept from his eyes buried in fat as he wore off his dark front teeth full of cavities. Cheered from the surroundings as soon as possible.

"What the heck, if you're big, just be cool!

"I think my brunette brother will win."

"You bet?

"Bet, bet, bet"

"I'm fat! That's a punchy face!

"I have dark hair. That's a pretty old adventurer. You'll see."

"Pig Gun Valley! I've got an oily dinner on you."

When people opened an impromptu casino as soon as possible, they made a breakthrough on each supporting man.

"Whoa, whoa!

When Daz suddenly dashed, he grabbed and gave with both hands the large barrel he had placed at the front door of the liquor store. It is medium arm strength.

"Let's die. Yeah!

Daz ran out again, holding the big barrel high as it was.

Bu 'un, and a dull wind cut sounded.

The large barrel draws a beautiful parabola to reach over the head of the collector.

Luise, who was riding out and watching, covered her face with both hands.

However, the collector rushed straight into the dazzle from the front when he fired a single barrel of hair.

"Give it to me!

When the collector pinched Daz's head with his own legs, he gained momentum and baked out.

A sharp loneliness was beautifully painted.

"Ooh, ooh boo!?

Fixed Daz's brain weather beats him to dust on the dry streets.

Frankensteiner decided brilliantly and sank the Daz giant.

When the collector responded with one hand up to the crowd's cheers, he stood in front of Louise, whose eyes were patting open.

"Are you hurt?"

"Ah, ah, ah"

"Ah?"

Luise squeezed a hot basse on her cheek as she suddenly hugged the collector.

Once again a loud cheer rose from the crowd.

"Wow, you are! It's my treat today. You can drink as much as you like."

"Whoa. I'm sorry, I need to talk to you."

"Well, we'll talk later. First things first!

When the collector asked Daz, who regained consciousness after that, to apologize to Louise, he was taken inside the store so that he could be pulled.

A moist, hot gaze pours out.

The collector informed him of the purpose of coming to this store when he deliberately emptied the alcohol made in his dark eyes with one breath.

"Heh, a young woman adventurer who can read the map. Unfortunately, those attentive solo players aren't coming here. That must be it. Your daughter Nellie from the union used to call you that, too. She comes right around here with a bowl. Sure, this is a tavern where solo players get together, but to be honest, most of the stickouts don't do it in a decent clan. Not all female adventurers are alike, but a little girl like that can be seen is almost no different than a whore. Ma, I'm still alive looking back on a guy like that!

"Ha"

Luise cheerfully campered out when the collector laughed bitterly, screaming and drinking up the glass of booze.

It's hard to tell by the dim lighting, but she was quite a beauty with a deep carved face.

The black dress was like a wide open chest, with the upper half of a large breast almost exposed, like a watermelon.

It wasn't very classy due to its outrageous taste, but it would be enough bait to attract a man with booze.

As the collector admired his zippy, preppy breasts while holding a glass, Luise had plugged her hand into the collector's chest as she crept in with a decadent modus operandi.

"Whoa, hey! It's still daylight."

"You know what I mean. Hey, it's just pigs like Daz or poor golden middle-aged people who come by me. What the heck? Besides, you're young and strong. That one must be a little rusty, too. Hey."

"That's not what I meant."

"Cute. Maybe you don't know the woman yet. How old are you? Fifteen or sixteen? No way, not fourteen, right?

"Twenty, hey, where are you getting it? Ugh, my thug general!

"Heh, I can't see at all. Young. Young. Heh. Cute."

As Luise tried to stretch the sofa in a scuffle, she heard a voice announcing her visit from the door.

"I'm sorry, is anybody there!

"Hey, what's your name?"

Luise unilaterally ignores the voice of her visitors and locks on the keeper with a leopard-like gaze. From there, I'll definitely eat you! A strong will was felt. It was super/carnivorous.

"Sorry, sorry! Are you away? Aah!

"... so come on"

"You were there earlier, weren't you? Eh! I was watching. It's me, Mr. Luise. It's Mary! Please come out. Ugh!!

"... Shit"

Luise pounded her tongue hard, bumping evil and headed to the door.

Having seen a sudden leopard freak of a woman, the storekeeper's thug General put his sword in his sheath.

"Mary, there seems to be a lot going on, but we're not doing it during the day, either."

Luise put her hand on her hips and scolded the woman in her voice as she puffed.

"What, what"

Lewis was followed by a keeper rising off the couch.

Feeling the moving atmosphere of the air, the woman made a noise and ran out, falling brilliantly in front of the collector.

"Aaah!

He stuck his hands out of his face into the floorboard as he threw them out.

Bittern and dry noise sounded.

Luise moaned with a chewed up bitter bug look with her hands on her forehead.

The girl sneers at each bump to herself.

Overall, unfortunately, the aura was drifting.

"Ugh, why am I falling where there is nothing. And in the same place as last week. Is this commanded by the God of the Fall? Gufff, hey, turn it over, it's Meryandale."

"There is no such strange evil god. Look, are you okay?"

Meryandale softly overlaid her white fingers as the collector reached out. Her hands were more scratchy everywhere than they seemed, just like those engaged in constant labor.

"Ha-ha-ha, hey, sorry. Ah!"

"Huh."

Is the girl about fifteen or six years old?

He had bright brown hair cut at his shoulders and had dark blue eyes.

He wears a round hat with feathers on his head.

He was weaving white capes and was wearing burnt tea clothing that looked sturdy.

Beautiful slallish, thin, white feet from a shorter skirt.

He had a small cane in his hand with a water-colored jewel on it.

"Um, let me take a look earlier! Oh, my name is Meryandale, and I'm an alchemist. I've been looking for someone like you."

"Wait, just calm down."

With Louise's voice and other deafening appearances, Meryandale has a rough nose as she puts her face closer together. The collector pulled a little.

Excited, Meryandale squeezes the hands of the Zodiac.

Blue eyes sparkle.

Luise's eyes softly narrowed when she was dressed to be fried with oil.

"The arrangement that just beat out the big man. You're an armed adventurer, aren't you? Be my, my, partner!

"... what?

After enough, Meryandale and the collector, with their heads snapped in a basin, sat opposite each other at a round table in the store.

"Ugh, you don't have to hit me. Wouldn't you?"

"Because you won't listen to me. Damn, that was a good place."

Foolishly, Louise gently placed the glass in front of both of them.

"Oh, I can't drink plum juice, can you make it apple? With more sugar."

When I saw the girl complaining about shabby and even the service menu, the collector was a little impressed with its graphics.

"Uh, yes, yes. She wasn't a careless hauling daughter."

"Oh, no. If you're Luise, you're not old enough to be a daughter."

Meriandale laughed uncontrollably as she hissed her palms.

Blue muscles ran on Pisces Luise's forehead.

No doubt about it, she's an Itai daughter who can't read the air in this place.

There is such a thing as a unfortunate woman, who looks great in the world, is well-cared for, has a quick head rotation, and is subtly bounced off the public circle, even by a gentle character bearer.

That is this daughter, Meriandale.

I can't meet the air on the spot.

I can't be sensitive to people's feelings.

And no offense.

Combining this three-beat, super-combo.

Definitely. I ran into him a couple of times at the concoction once, super shame.

The zodiac kept his neat little face as a kyoton and fought when he saw Meryandale looking behind Luise, who deliberately stood in his footsteps and returned to the kitchen.

"Are you mad at me, hey, uh, what was it?

"It's Klund. By the way, the story is too abrupt to drink well. Could you talk to me from the beginning, in order?"

"Hmm? Oh no. Uh, uh, it's bright white in me. Wait a minute, please. I'll sort it out in my head right now. Come on, come on."

As Meriandale held her head in with both hands, she closed her eyes and began to organize the story.

Thanks, but it's our first time together, right?

What, once we talk about this, we're already screwed! Nori like that. I can't keep up.

As the collector pointed at the crease, he stared at the girl's face without hesitation.

It's cute, but it's not the kind of talent I'm looking for. Something sounds silly.

"Hey, I've got it all together, Klando. Now, listen to me."

"Uh, yes, yes."

When the collector drank up the plum juice, he stared at Meryandale's well-moving, lips with white eyes. It is pink and puffy. Unexpectedly, it's so sexy.

"You, buddy, me, buddy! Happy!!"

"Why is it unopened Indian style? It's too tight to know. Are you kidding me?"

"It's true that this kid was looking for company to dive into the dungeon. But why do they always come in the daytime?"

When Luise returned to the counter, she followed her cheek cane.

"The tavern usually opens after dark. Brother, I don't think you're the same as this kid, but if you're looking for company, it has to be after sundown. Most Rokudenasi come here like Daz."

"Uh, Mary, okay. You said you were an alchemist. Sure, I heard you were exclusive, but why would you want to work with me?"

Meryandale shyly covered her face with both hands as she twisted and rocked the glass left and right.

"That's it. You get nervous when you're cool."

"Hey."

"Ha. That's a joke. Uh, I've really been watching it from the beginning. Where Luise is tangled up by that guy. While I was trying to figure it out, you came in to help me. Besides, he's a stranger."

"Well, I'm in the mood not to leave the beauty alone."

"You......"

Luise narrowed her eyes and stared at the collector with an inadvertent gaze with her hands on her lit face.

"Why, you stand on your arms, and it's so gentle for an adventurer. I only had it mixed up in a clan with the guys once, but it sucked, too. I treat people like they're tools, and they're scattered. Me, as an alchemist, I'm running out, and I've just come to this Silver Villago, and I hardly know anyone. I can't seem to secure materials for research and synthesis without diving into the dungeon. It's a matter of death. Please, Klando. Be my partner. As I am, I will not be framed for selling myself. Yes."

"The last lie cry is a reduction though. Um, I don't know what to do."

"Hey, Klando. Do me a favor, too. What's with all the borrowing, but this kid really needs a little pee. As it were, I'd be Mr. Hotke as soon as I dived into the cave. I'm just a drinker general, and I can only give you a free drink at best, but I was wondering if you could take care of me."

"Ugh."

"Let's please. Oh! I'm not calling Date an alchemist. If we gather all kinds of materials, we can make more and more useful items."

"Hey, don't pull your clothes. Although my sleeves will stretch."

"Hey, hey, come on."

Meryandale turned a blind eye when he went up to the counter to make something that looked like a dreadful sexy pose. Luise gently wipes her eyes with a handkerchief for unmistakable behavior. I'm not crying, though.

"Ugh."

"Oh, hey, too. It hurts."

"They said it was painful! My lusciousness is not good!?

"Hey, you know what? Damn, can you read a map or something?"

"Oh, yes, I can read. Actually, I have an official map up to ten levels!

"You can protect yourself as much as you want."

"Yes, at the very least. Look, look, whoa!

Meryandale flickers off the counter.

She let her long legs kick loose into the sky at all costs.

Louise looks at it with a distant eye in one hand as she blows the xel.

"... this is it for now"

The collector compromised. It was a compromise after a compromise. We were to celebrate on the spot with Meryandale, who was to form a clan. The three of us surrounded the round table and emptied one liquor bottle after another.

"Hahaha!

How happy Meryandale is, he drinks up on an unusually high pitch.

The alcohol I drink from daytime was exceptionally stained.

Besides, they are both quite beautiful shapes. Female collectors don't know to stay.

I started drinking around noon and noticed that the area was dark.

The store was filled with adventurers and free men from the city, and became the second part in the stream.

"I don't know what it is, but now I'm going!! Ha ha ha!

When the collector holds up a large barrel of liquor with his three kingdoms' magnificent hands, he makes a noise with the gob gob and drinks it up. It is obviously more than a volume serving.

"Romless Banzai! Wow haha! Ola, if you're a man, don't get drunk, drink!

The liquor platter took place thoroughly, and the hustle and bustle never ran out of Louise's liquor store that day.

"Yeah, I don't feel good."

In the morning, the collector was walking a single stroll down a street where no one was.

Exactly. I was in too much shape last night. I remember I would have drank for fifteen hours in a row, until I had finished sleeping gello in Meriandale and secured my airway.

I was reaching a place I found out when I looked around.

I feel like the temperature is terribly low even though it's summer.

"That, this is it"

The sign showed the letters of the silver carriage pavilion. The Zodiac was going back to the boarding house, but unconsciously stood back where he had been awake for a long time.

"Also, not here. It's the limit."

Rubbing up his eyelids, he advances his fluttering feet. Looking directly at the entrance staircase, the image braced into view.

"One looks like two, two looks like two"

Stick it from your head as you fall into the swing door.

However, it is out of business hours.

From the inside, a cannula with a polar cross tree for crime prevention was used.

"Oggu"

When the collector struck his head hard against the door, he saw a puff of spark scattered in front of him.

Blood runs from lukewarm cheeks.

I don't feel the pain as if it's because alcohol is all over my body.

Along with the big noise, I could hear someone running down the spiral stairs.

"Who, hey. Could it be Klund?

The frightened woman's voice grows smaller in her ear.

When the collector closed his vain eyes, it was now time to sink completely.

Lacey woke up near dawn with sounds that echoed at the entrance to the silver carriage pavilion.

"I don't know."

On the bedside, I sleep snoring at Hilda, who stayed last night.

"Hey, hey. Wake up, Hilda. Now there's something down there."

Hilda shrugged, pinching her pillow between her crotches and paying for Lacey's arm. Long blonde hair is sprinkling and burying her face. Apparently, my brain was refusing to wake up at a subconscious level.

"Mnh-mnh. Thin love. If I get rambled, I'll curse you."

Lacey squeezed Hilda's staff and went down the stairs in her underwear.

It's the age of sneaking around trying not to make as much noise as possible.

The floating floorboards of guillotine and wood make a noise.

When Lacey released her slippers, she went barefoot and used the slippers.

All right, that's probably better.

Exactly. I weighed myself out drinking at the store last night, saying that it would be bad for me to drink in a row of nights. Thanks to that, my head was clear this morning even though I slept less than usual. The staff who are embedding the jewels they borrowed from Hilda beat them up and threw them at them. It's a little blunt weapon of good.

"Ahh, ahh! I don't know, like this?

Strongly depict the image of walking and waving staff to slaughter intruders in the back of your brain.

- Lacey, it's a fight. The first time you hesitate, you usually lose. Forget your emotions when you see enemies. I think of them as mud puppets.

Reminds me of the treasurer.

"Absolutely, absolutely protect this store. I have to do my best to get Klande back here anytime."

As Lacey looked downstairs from the upstairs blow-up mouth, she heard the sound and creaking of beating meat.

It was instantaneous, but I did ask.

Lacey threw down the staff and ran down the spiral stairs all at once.

The entrance door had a sturdy oak cannula that the collector put on, and I could see people falling behind it.

"Who, hey. Could it be Klund?

I gained momentum and laid my hands on Kannuki's Yokogi.

"Mmm, no."

What a weight. Lacey pulled it through thick and square all at once with her face to the weight.

That's how I found a man lying there, no matter how long I've been looking for him.

"Ha, ha, ha"

I feel my heart quicker and faster. Did you hit your head drunk from what you saw, the usual routine was there.

I was trying not to feel anything. That's why I dreamed that if the collector walked into the store with an indescribable look on his face, which was better, I'd be sarcastic about it.

But not anymore. If you feel the temperature on this man's face by his side, you can't say anything anymore. Until then when it comes to falling in love weakness, but I can't wait to see the presence of the man in front of me.

"Klund, oh, why did you leave in silence? Bye, liar. No."

Lacey held onto that broad breast as she caused the laying man to snap against the wall as well.

In particular, I hear a heartbeat. I was so impressed, I sucked on his chills.

It was crusty and the smell of alcohol peeled off. Even that's delicious.

"Don't go anywhere anymore. Stay by my side the whole time. I'll do anything, I'll try anything."

Lacey took her lips deep again and wept as she put her finger through the zodiac's stretched forehead.

Therefore, he could not have noticed the other being staring with cold eyes.