Dungeon+Harem+Master

We need timing for everything. The sense of taking chances is the most important point every successful person instinctively has. Even with strength and readiness, it is impossible to take back the so-called missed opportunity.

Heaven, earth, man.

Do not miss the hour of heaven, grasp the earth's benefits, and attain the sum of men.

It is an indispensable requirement to be a hero.

On the second floor of the silver carriage pavilion, on the bedside of Lacey's private room, three men and women of all ages were leaning over for a slightly slower lunch.

It was a sweet sight that would make me want to turn away if the good sense man saw it.

I make sure two women squirm on one guy and they stick together perfectly.

In the sweaty cheer, the three who turned into one lump were shaping a slutty space.

"Yes, uh"

"Ngu."

Hilda carries the yellow semi-solid from the custard to the mouth of the collector in a worthwhile manner.

Even so, it's so sweet to die for.

Unlike the modern planet, in the Romles, to a degree of civilization close to the Middle Ages, the equation of fine equals sugar passed through.

When it comes to fine food, there is sugar in it.

In the first place, when it comes to sweetness in the mouth of the common man, it is a world where only the sap squeezed from fructose and sweetened sauce is purified. Even in Japan, during the Edo period, sugar was bought and sold in pharmacopoeia, so much so that it was considered a form of medicine.

If it were to be a treat to curse the mood of the collectors, it would be their nasty effort to think of only one sweet dish with a bunch of sugar to keep.

After entering the room, Lacey stood still with her body stuck together as she clung perfectly to the arms of the collector.

"Mmm, you're not eating well. also, are you hungry?

Hilda stared at the keeper with a grudging eye as she licked a teaspoon.

"Um, I'm hungry already. I think you two should eat the rest."

"Ah, yes."

Hilda opened her tiny mouth with a spoonful and a custard in her hand.

The collector nourished her mouth by shrugging a hot sweet object as she caught her face.

"Oh, uh?

"Ahem."

Hilda chews sweets in her mouth when she can spoon with a sweet face. With his eyes lowered, he accompanied his hands to his cheeks, causing a chuckle.

"Well, I don't know"

In fact, the problem is, it's fun to snuggle around like this while peeling two beautiful girls off. I had no concerns about it spreading in my chest, though it was fun.

The presence of Pordina and Meryandale flickers in the corner of her head and doesn't disappear.

When I'm distracted by a little concern, I pull my sleeve a little and move my gaze.

There, Lacey, with her lonely eyes, pointed at her mouth and asserted herself.

"Me too."

"Oh?"

"I want you to, too."

"Uh, yes, yes. Wait a minute."

Hilda screamed and hugged "Dong" from the other side. The collector tried to shrug the custard cream while securing the cuckoo, and Lacey shook her neck left and right silently.

"Bye, Ya."

"Huh."

"Ya, what?"

"Then what shall I do?"

"With a tick."

As the collector narrowed his eyebrows, Lacey leaned back even harder and pampered her poor tickles like a little bird.

Oh, well. That's a mouth shift, isn't it, lady? Well.

As the collector half-jerked off and sipped the custard, he drew Lacey's jaw and creaked.

"Mm-hmm."

Chewed and drooling cream through the girl's lips.

Lacey swallowed her thin, white throat as she received it by mouth transfer, stirred with saliva with a lucid expression.

Hilda, who was watching it, turns a bright red on her face and gets cancer. Whenever I swallowed the sweets with an alternating mouth transfer to the two girls, the collector felt like he had become a parent bird.

When the collector returned to the silver carriage pavilion, he embraced them all the time, and that was when he succeeded in confusing his mundane lines with whatever words he could think of.

Ultimately, Lacey's stance was, "If you'll stay with me, that's fine," and as far as Hilda was concerned, she received the words "I'm refreshed because you adored me" with no body or lid. I guess we both compromised that rather than persevere any longer and let the collectors get away with it. Interpretation is the loss of those who fall in love.

It was the moment of the birth of the micro-harlem.

It was also possible to continue to procrastinate into decadent pleasure in a closed world if it was thus forever flirting, but the world had yet to acknowledge the shedding of the collector.

Until just before the sun went down, the zodiac, who filled the two with a more spiritual connection than physical, began his discipline when he got off the sleeping table. As soon as possible, tension runs on Lacey and Hilda's face. Especially, Lacey's expression floated with fright.

"Are you going out? At least about today."

"Somewhere, are you going again?

As the collector held the two at the same time, he buried his face in his hair and inhaled the smell.

Cerebral miso is paralyzed to the core by the unique smell of a woman who turns back.

"It's the only way. Hey, can I help you?"

"Oh, no."

"I don't like it."

"Patience, my dear."

"Where are we going? At least tell me where you're going."

You can't possibly say no.

The treasurer answers by smashing the place of mercy that brought his neck out of his throat.

"It's the Adventurers' Union for now. Then, in some circumstances, I can't be sure when I'm going home"

When Lacey swallowed her breath, she made her mouth a letter to her with her lukewarm eyes. Hilda doesn't try to stay on her hips either. Then it took even more considerable time to leave. As he leaves, Hilda gently slaps him in the ear as he runs over.

"If you ever get your hands on a woman other than me and Lacey, then..."

Words after that were horrible and unlistenable keepers.

Shortly before sunset, we could reach the boarding house. The collector rushes up the rotting stairs breathing with his shoulders.

"Take, just, ha. Arrived -"

"Ah......!

In front of the room, Pordina, who had tended to lie down, stood up with a frivolous expression.

"Your husband!

Pordina's tail was shaken wide to the left and right by all the thousand cuts.

The dog ear over his head is completely lying down in a cow and petting.

"Oops. Sorry, it's late."

The collector was quick, or she jumped to the chest as she ran out like a disease. Cum cum, and he's leaking his nose so sweet.

Pordina rubs her nose tip with tears all over her eyes like black pearls as she distorts her elaborate beauty. It was as if it were a sweet puppy.

"He said it was something he would never return to. Was there something crude about me, my husband? I'll make sure to fix it as you wish, so please, please, don't throw the pole away."

"Pordina......"

Her body stiffened looking directly at her with her face up. If you look closely at Pordina's eyes, they were bright red and her eyes were white after tears.

Reaching out and stroking his head, he brings a sweet nose again as if relieved and rubs his little head on. Strong asylum cravings and fatigue pervaded the collectors.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Was I rusty?"

"I'm rusty. I am, without your husband, no more. No more."

If I hug him to the point where I think he's strong, he'll hug me back to the point where he loses.

Pordina laid her eyes down as the collector lifted her hands on her neat chin.

I sucked like devouring a bright red tickle.

"Hmmm......"

Pordina swung her long lashes as she flushed the thin silver thread out of her eyes.

A young man just returning home to the next room stares at me with a tremendous sense of killing.

The collector giggled spirally at the tip of his nose as he immersed himself in a sense of superiority.

Seeing a man's face painted with colors of intense jealousy and sadness, he strikes himself with the joy of meditation. And I feel strongly about it. Glad I had a slave, he said.

"Bourgeois."

Is the man with the horned face an artisan? The fatigue of the day was strong on his face.

He shut the door as hard as he lay his tongue on remorse.

I won, I don't know what, but I'm the winner of my life.

I've always felt like I wanted to stay like this, but I still have to head to the Adventurers Union (Guild) after this.

Pressing her shoulder gently, Pordina releases her body in regret.

Those eyes seem kind of unhappy. I'm even comfortable with that attitude.

The collector nearly became a full gigolo temper, but several child ghosts are screaming as they dance to weigh themselves in the corner of their heads.

Care is also important in life. I have to learn to put up with it.

"Anyway, you must be tired, my lord. Inside."

"Sorry, I have to go out again from now on."

"Huh!"

Pordina's expression changed from the peak of joy to something as tragic as if she had been poked to the bottom of hell at once.

The dog's ears fell down and the thick, long tail drooped downwards to heh.

Wow, that's too easy to understand.

It's been painful, painful, but I have to go, I'm sorry. and crushing in the chest.

"Don't look at me like that, even I don't want to leave you. It'll pull your hair back."

"So, no more."

Interrupted mouthfeel.

When I saw her getting smaller around me, my chest just hurt.

"But, but! Why don't they at least enjoy it full of tea?"

Pordina noticed that she had gone selfish, her verbal butt getting smaller and smaller. I couldn't wait to hang up the collector, but I couldn't be so ruthless.

Because Pordina messes with me too much.

"Oh, it's Pol. What a daughter you are to make my breasts cum. At the moment, it was quite cum intensive. Well, if it's enough to take a little break, it's not going to change."

"Yes! We will have it ready immediately!

Seeing Pordina instantly regaining her vitality and rushing into the room with Patapata, the collector was genuinely getting better about Meryandale for what she wanted, but as a man it was something she couldn't help.

As the collector left the house with his back hair pulled, he headed to the atelier in Meriandale.

Much rather than half a day has passed since the time I promised, but the sweet thing is, I was given the address of her house. Her atelier, an alchemist, was in the suburbs close to the walls that made the center street. The area has already fallen into darkness, with lights in every house.

"Hold on, how about I give an address to a man I barely know?"

There are many simple people. It is a world free of personal information and shit.

"But even in Japan, information is good. It's only recently that we started talking about it."

Even in Japan a long time ago, the artist's home address was as grand as it was in a magazine. It would be impossible to want so much confidentiality from culturally undeveloped people of different worlds.

"I guess it's here, whatever you think"

The stubborn house was built in a place that could have been quite a bit out of the city.

It was a construction that I could tell was pretty aging even in the dim. There is light leaking out of the atelier, indicating that there are residents inside.

The characters from House Famous Theatre live there. Right.

The collector told the visitor that he would stand in front of the door.

After a period of silence, the voice of a vigilant girl returns.

"Who, is"

He said, "You're the man who made a partner of your own."

"... my buddy suddenly doesn't break his promise. Say the word."

"of Violon's Vertigo on Autumn Day"

"Sad to smudge myself and hit me. Ha, no way anyone who knows this euphemism is in Klund!

Meryandale poked straight at me as the door opened. The prospective collector flew half-hearted with a brilliant figure.

"Abe!

Meryandale was about to fall off his face brilliantly, but cut a dragonfly as he followed one hand with a sharp figure.

"You must know because I thought about it."

"You avoided it. Isn't this a touching scene to hug?

"You just scratched your toe and fell."

"... hehe"

Meriandale closed one eye and tongued out. It's a trick that makes me want to poke around a little bit when my halfway looking level daughter does it, but it was getting pretty rusty when the Nordic beautiful girl-style Meryandale did it.

"Steady. Promised time would have been lunch. All of a sudden, you can't keep my back because you're worried."

Meriandale rode herself out all the way with her hands on her hips. The collector also pointed out that he was blushing with his fingertips.

"Hair. It's like a bird's nest."

"Uh. Yeah, oh, wow. Please wait."

Meryandale rushed back into the house when he did his hand on the pointed hair. Her appearance, revealed again in front of the zodiac after quite some time, was a temperamental outfit with no gaps whatsoever.

"Who, is"

"Is that where you started? It's a waste of time, so let me interrupt."

"Ahem! Because of that, I made a pissy decision! Don't go in the back on your own."

"Whoa, is this the Alchemist's Atelier? I'm sure he's doing some monstrous work at night. The dark one."

Leave me alone.

It's a little unfortunate, but it's still the residence of one of the women. A normal person would show a little fright, but the collector could not have done that.

Meryandale's instruction came in when he touched the drugs and beakers on the table on his own, finger-screwed the contents of the container, not to mention even the contents of the tans.

"Here, here. Don't mess with my research results! And there's underwear in there!

"Yeah."

"Here, you can't just lie to me. Is that it?!?

The collector stared seriously at Meryandale's face and hummed his nose as he discovered the loosely red shorts he pulled out of the tans.

"It's hard for you to spend the rest of your life. I'll fix it in the back for you. Huh."

"I hear you. Now I'm a little sorry I chose you as my partner."

"Oh, my God, these things are the beginning."

"Said something horrible!?

"Well, this is my joke right now. Let's get down to business. Besides, don't you have tea or something? I'm thirsty walking all the way here."

"I'll make you some tea now. Please be nice to me."

"And don't forget to make a tea contract. Be modest."

"Somehow, Klund is cardiogram thick, isn't he? Respect."

"Don't compliment me."

That's right. Meryandale also headed to the cooking alley with a slight pull on his face.

Put fire in the kamado and boil water.

As I put tea leaves in the teapot and was looking for baked confectionery, I noticed that the collector in the atelier was somewhat quiet. As if there were no visitors, it is quiet. The inside of Meriandale's chest made a deliberate noise.

(I wonder what. Something tells me I don't like it. Why...?

Transfer the gushed water into the pot, then kill the footsteps and peek into the atelier. No one. Like a child who rolled into a toy box until earlier, I couldn't see a man teasing down Atelier's tools on his own. The contents were scattered with all the brown tans that had underwear. It is as if a storm has passed.

(I guess I trusted you a little too much because I can stand my arm. But I didn't seem like a bad person)

Meriandale was basically intolerant of men. But it was strange and reassuring to the treasurer from the beginning. You can tell by talking, but at the end of the Founder's words he had a glimpse of the intelligence and ethics backed by academics.

That was what drew Meriandale's line with the men she met at the Louise tavern.

From the public's point of view, adventurers and others are commonly regarded as outlaws who have eaten.

All an adventurer can do is beat and kill people. Inside, even if the descendants of nobles and senior merchants ever belonged to raise their names, they were supposedly only comforting.

It was not easy to do a fellowship search for a dungeon attack while being a woman in the first place.

I guess you have as many options as you want to pay to hire, but Meryandale didn't have that much luxurious funding. At best all I can do is create an item with the material I have obtained and turn it into a tiny bit of gold.

If you are diving the lowest tier by yourself, you also know what materials are available. I was even prepared to break it off to the point that if I was powerful, trustworthy, and wanted a fair partner from a man, it would only be a relationship between a man and a woman if there was no gold involved.

Meryandale was secretly just a little confident in his appearance. Now, from an early age, he grew up bewildered by men.

(Same sex hated me though. Why not?)

Unlike the others, the man named Zao did not see any attitude to attract his own attention.

Of course he is also a man.

When he was explicitly seen as a dildo around his chest and hips, he felt, after all, that in other parts, the salacious attitude was other than favorable.

"Well, it was all my delusion. That's not true. Here! What are you doing!!

It was in Meryandale's bedroom that I found the collector. The man was lying on his sleeping table without permission and buried his face in the pillow.

"You smell like a ho ho ho ho."

"Hey, hey. What are you thinking!

Meryandale made his face bright red and his mouth puckered open and closed like an oxygen-deficient goldfish.

He did not need to be hung over until the collector arrived.

Sleeping rolls and blankets that had been sloppily stripped off remained intact and were not in fine condition to be seen by people, especially men, for as long as they wanted. When Meryandale felt her cheeks get cute and hot, she went in to peel off the collector, who remained stuck with her boiled head.

"Ha-ha-ha. Come on!

"Ngi, I don't like it. I'm sleepy now, so I'm sleeping here."

He smiles if he gets stuck. That ends with the collector breaking.

Return to the guest room, surround the table and sit face to face. Meryandale was still blushing, silently preparing tea. The collector was rubbing his eyelids as he poked his cheek wand, chewing his yawn to death. At least not the attitude I do in the first woman's house I come to.

The collector cheeked the baked sweets all over his mouth as he sipped his still warm tea. Taste more, and swell with cheek bags chewed confectionery with protests coming in from Meriandale but with strange faces. The girl's face loosened like a child.

"It's disrespectful, not at all"

"Bad, bad. You're getting a good night's sleep. Come on. There's a fuzzy bed there."

"No, it's not! Damn, I doubt the humanity of the Klan. too."

"But I couldn't hate such a treasurer from the bottom of the day, it was a meryandale of fallen weaknesses"

"Don't add to the monologue style on your own"

"Right. So, all of a sudden, let's get down to business."

"And that's abrupt. Well, that's good. In the meantime, our mutual goal is the dungeon strategy and the collection of materials available in the process"

"Collecting material?

"We alchemists essentially act alone to collect what is classified as natural products, such as ore, grass and animal hair and leather and meat, called materials, in the mountains, do synthesis in the ateliers and get retailers to buy them and make a living. If it's an easy blade or something, I'll make it myself, but it's not just for the job. You're a store for everything."

"Yeah. Well, I've been clever for a long time. Collect, process, sell,? I hope it's simple. So, what do we do? Are you going to the dungeon now?"

"Uh, it's late at night, and we're getting a lot tired of each other, so why don't we start tomorrow morning?

"Are you just tired of drinking? I can always go, but I can't let you do it. I'll leave the directions to you, so you can preview and review them. Then I'll go home today. Keep your doors tight and rest."

When the collector was about to rise, he pulled his sleeve hard.

"Hey......"

"Don't go."

I turned my gaze to Meryandale's faint voice. Until recently, the pleasure has been lost, and the eyes are anxious and cloudy. When the collector doubtlessly frowned, he heard a sounding of ground from outside.

No. Yeah, the house is shaking with the sound of it ringing in my belly.

"What, that sound!

Meryandale was crouching on the spot with her ears blocked when the collector screamed.

Anyway, it doesn't start unless we make sure what's going on out there.

Trying to jump out with my coat rolled up, I stepped if they pulled my hem again.

The collector, who was about to relax, peels his eyes and looks back.

There was a girl with frightened eyes trembling in small pieces.

"Always, what is it? At this hour, outside, more and more. No, don't go. Don't leave me alone."

"So you needed a man even in that part of the world? Hey, you know who the sound is."

"... frightened, never before"

"Okay, 'cause I got it. Well, I'll see what I can do. Come on, let's go."

"Shit, don't leave me alone"

"Uh, yes, yes. Then we'll make sure together. All right."

The collector moved to the window as he held Meriandale's thin shoulder.

It is just a secluded suburb. I guess even with all this roaring, there's not a single person within a few kilometers of the radius, so no complaints come either.

When the collector stared into the darkness, there was a large object about four metres wide walking in the ground.

"Craigorem"

The gleeful Meryandale gets the word.

I see, that would certainly be a giant. Illuminated by a slice of cloud, Craigolem was a strange life form made of drooling clay in its entirety.

The head, which was too small from the body, had no eyes and nose, and a pompous hole in what appeared to be the mouth was empty.

"Damn, neighborhood nuisance. Oh, my God, it's so chilling around here."

"It's impossible. The Golem is an artificially created demonic life form. Once every three days or so since I've been here."

"You're not coming inside the house."

"Yes. But I just think that thing is urchin ', but, oh, I'm going to freak out. I don't even know this city. I don't want to worry about Mr. Louise."

"You didn't talk to the Church or the Knights of Phoenix."

"Uh. Church or Knights?

Meryandale had taken it as if he were being blamed, or had made his body tremble with fright stronger.

"Oh, I'm not blaming you. If it's an artificial product, there's got to be someone manipulating that big fat ass. Hey, isn't there a weakness in that monster?"

"Ah, yes. The Golem should have a demonic stone at the core of power. Probably exposing something carved with a curse somewhere in the center line of your body. No way!?"

"Dokandokan hit me like that. Even you would disturb my sleep. I'll just try."

"For now! Please don't. I can't let you do that!

The collector popped to the surface shaking off the screaming stop.

The lukewarm night chi clings to my body.

Pulling through the longsword black lion on his hips, he stood horizontally.

It was just intimidating to be ahead of a giant over four meters.

Whenever the clay golem moves, there is a dull sound of muddy soil falling softly.

A unique odor of rotten soil poking his nose stands around.

"Isn't it big inside? Hey, mud doll."

The collector does not distract his gaze with his sword in place, but keeps moving by making sure he draws a circle.

Of course not to let the giant's carbide narrow its focus.

It can't even be visible with an eyeless head, but Craigolem continues to rock its giant in dull motion in response to the sound.

Craigolem shook his hands wide into heaven, and his own hair, which echoed from the bottom of hell, also raised his voice.

I see. If this is powerful, it's great for shaking up women and children.

So I'm angry with a bastard who does this kind of imitation asexually.

"I don't like it. And I don't like it. Hey. You perverted root dark bastard manipulating this mud doll! If you smash this big fat ass, it's Temee's turn next!!

As the moonlight watched, the battle between the collector and the craigolem was about to begin.