Dungeon+Harem+Master

Shit, fuck a woman. Yeah.

The artisan of Silver Villago, Zoltern, was hungry for a woman.

Being a masonry, he was born in the region's cold village.

I didn't like helping my parents with their work, so I jumped out of the house.

Acne, a testament to youth, appeared countless times in the face, fat hair on a cornered face.

I can't help it.

He had just turned eighteen, and even if he tortured his body every day until he became a tatter, his only troubles did not know decay.

His salary for an apprentice was small, and he only left about whether he could buy cheap whores once a month, except for the cost of living and alcohol.

(Damn, it's still over twenty days or so till the next payday! Woman, I'm fucking a woman. Eh! Stick it in a null hole and give me some dusty accumulated stuff. Yeah!

Zoltern took a deep sigh as he held the toolbox to his shoulder. The journey back to the cheap boarding house takes over an hour from the scene. There are many temptations in the street. Liquor stores and food stores that were not found in rural villages are gradually starting to set fire to the lamp at the end of the house.

From evening to night, the downtown turns its face into a gallery.

Zoltern began to go to work, rumbling his groin up mucky as he ran his gaze on the raised asses of the young valedictorians. I had my eye set on one woman for how appetizing she was.

Is it fifteen or six years old for a woman?

The face is made of doggy makeup and looks like ten people, but the top half of the white breast was thrown out of the dress, which opened the chest thoroughly.

My gaze sucks like I'm invited.

You noticed Zoltern's snug gaze, and the woman dropped ashes to the ground as she removed the xels from her mouth.

"What do you say, brother? Why don't you just drop by and grab a drink?"

I had a slightly dead voice because of too much cigarette drinking, but I had a different color.

I say no with the thought of a severance as I drink up my saliva.

As soon as possible, the woman's gaze changed from something that contained a fever to something that saw the carcass of a worm.

"I don't want to!

As Zoltern left the scene early enough to escape, he sputtered his spit on the ground with indignation.

(Sluts ahhh! You're going to Yurman's cunt who opens his crotch to anyone if he even gets some money! Oh, I forced you to rub that big fat chest and stick my polar in your mouth and pull it out. Yikes!! Whoa, whoa!

Of course you can't hold a woman without money. That is reality.

Poor and busy, Zoltern had no skill to make a normal woman speak up and open her crotch, and all that was left was enough to go back to the narrow boarding house and take her to masturbate.

Shop the hardened black bread from a cheap grocery store at night. Sweaty and disgusting, but if I had enough money to sweat in a public bath, I'd save money and improve my funds to buy whores.

Zoltern was an immense joy to observe closely the moment their expressions stained with despair as they cleansed the accumulated dirt and cocks with the tongues of cheap whores.

His room was upstairs in the apartment.

Climb halfway through the rotten stairs.

The footsteps are subtly lighter. I filled my stomach full and remembered the chest of a cheap whore just now, and I wanted to pull out one shot. I heard small footsteps from overhead.

(Speaking of which, there was a janitor, Jizzy, who rarely came to this boarding house)

It must be the bottom line to come over to a room like this rotten end of the place.

Anyway, I doubted my eyes when I climbed up the stairs, deciding that I would be a lowlife, just like a stray man or myself.

"Yeah eh!?

That was an incredibly beautiful subhuman girl.

Eyes that glow like obsidian in good, sarcastic chestnut hair.

On her head were two dog ears grown vertically indicating that she was an animal man, and from her glutes there was a plugged, hairy brown tail, but they did not in any way impair her beauty.

It wore dark blue dressing made of a cloth that I could tell was of fine quality with one eye.

There is no spot on a white apron as bright as snow.

Plumpy creases had a healthy cherry blossom color.

A creature of a different dimension.

As Zoltern remained stiff, the subhuman girl lowered her head with a pepper.

There was no longer even an aristocratic atmosphere.

"Neighbor, is it? I went over here this time. My name is Pordina and I'm from the house. Thank you very much."

"Yes. Welcome."

When Zoltern was stunned, the girl walked down the stairs holding the basket.

Run your gaze across the girl's chest and ass without mistake.

I could see the fleshy goodness so firm that I could see it from the top of my clothes.

The image of an earlier cheap whore was lightly overwritten, as it was half-crazed by the sweet smell. As Zoltern jumped into his room, he began masturbating by exposing sudden objects.

(Seriously! Such a fat place. Such an amazing beauty. Oh! Shit, I'm making it. He said it's spinning around too!!

Naturally, Cokineta was the girl just now.

(This is a chance! It's a heavenly guide to getting along well with her from now on and panting me!

Zoltern dreamed of a slutty act as he thought when he naked Pordina in his head.

Successfully imagining, Zoltern drinks and loses consciousness so that the fatigue of the day falls all over his body.

"Mmm-hmm?

Zoltern woke up with some screaming. As we approach the wall, we hear faintly damp voices.

(What if this isn't Pordina's hairy voice!!

If so, this is a one-of-a-kind opportunity. When Zoltern took off his clothes all over his body, he mocked his blood-running eyes and put his ear against the wall.

"I can hear you! I do hear Pordina porn, I can hear you!!

Zoltern pressed his ears even harder to hear his fine voice as he drooled.

That, but this also mixes the voices of a man...

"Oh, wow... wow! Your husband. Ah!

"Whoa!?

Momentarily a tremendous grunt sounds and I let go of my ears.

Definitely. This was the gasp of Pordina fucking other guys.

"Heh heh heh heh heh!!

Zoltern's intense jealousy burned everything out of his head.

Um, I almost lost my mind just thinking that a beautiful maid girl was being greeded by another man.

"Uhhhhh!!

When I grabbed what I saw in the room from one end, I threw it at it, destroying everything in a whimsical way that hit eight.

Zoltern exhaled roughly, holding his head in the center of the room and circling like a fetus.

But the gasp in the neighbor's room didn't go away. Instead, it got even louder.

The voice of a girl stained with a slut that seemed like someone else echoes. Zoltern scratched his own hair and pulled a thousand cuts. I am on the verge of frenzy.

I think it will last forever. The torture is almost over. I heard her tall scream faintly.

At the end of the day, a high scream sounds. Zoltern twisted himself as he stuck his nails against the wall.

"Hiku, hiku. Egg."

That night, Zoltern fell asleep like a child when he was tired of crying and caught a light cold the next day.

"Eww! Eggs!!

When Zoltern wiped his dripping snout by hand, he stuffed a dinner he forgot to eat last night into his molly stomach and carried a toolbox.

I can't take a break from work under any circumstances.

Somewhat, my head hurts, but if I was moving my body, it would heal by noon.

His head was weak and his face was bad, but he was confident only in his vitality.

Yet last night's nightmare was too bad in nature (tachi).

A strange margin had been created in the spirit of Zoltern because of the releasing of the accumulated zamen. It's just an escape from reality.

(Mr. Pordina I saw yesterday. It was as beautiful as a goddess. Make sure you daughter-in-law her)

Now that Zoltern's ferocious sexuality had been fulfilled, another youth-like feeling had arisen that sanctified the existence of Pordina.

(Yesterday's raging voice is empty ears. There's no way a clear, beautiful person could do something a little jealous with a man. She'll stay clean with me)

It was a truly selfish logic.

Zoltern went outside with a few expectations but never saw Pordina. Pretty dismayed. Besides, I feel a little stomachache about whether the rice I ate was bad.

(What are you so depressed about! She lives next door, so we'll see each other again. Besides, yesterday must be a dream!

And the next evening, Zoltern, dragging home his muddy, heavy body, witnessed something incredible as he climbed up the stairs.

Pordina and a man were holding her in the hallway.

Zoltern stuck on the spot as frozen when he instantly stopped thinking.

"Your husband. Well."

The girl is messing around with a man and kissing him with tears as beautiful as silver.

Lovers to each other, no matter what you think. No, it was more than that.

(Why! Why, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on, dude, just kidding. Whoa!!

Zoltern opens his own door as he scorches himself into a dark passion.

I felt like a man laughed.

I wondered how much of a second to drop such a good woman, and he was a shallow black man with a face very different from his own.

Close the door to the barn. The old door made a loud noise.

"Why not? Whoa, I'm more of a man! Definitely good-looking. BE!! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Zoltern cried in a man's cry as he slammed his forehead hard on the floorboard.

Then the country language came out excited.

"I'm more of a man. Be, much cooler be! 'Cause you must be big! Well, if it's not too long, but thick."

The loudness of my voice gradually becomes a butt stump. Zoltern's strawberries were equally long.

I almost broke my chest with remorse and jealousy when I thought the man had a taste of clear Pordina meat in his head.

"That bastard sucked my Mr. Pordina's tits all the time and rubbed her more against and forced those poor lips...... ah yabe"

Zoltern sat back unnecessarily with a desire to gradually harden.

Anyway, I'm not going to be able to sleep well because I regret it as it is.

Tomorrow, it's a holiday, especially tonight, and I can stay up at night without feeling comfortable.

When Zoltern jumped out of the boarding house without anger, he began to find a cup or candle store in the city at night.

Nevertheless, it is before the payday. At first, the level of the store becomes limited.

Naturally, you can't go into a store with a young woman. Because it's expensive. or so, cheap stores are frightened because they have baba. Life is ruthless.

(Mushy. Ugh. But I don't have any money, and I don't hold a woman. Tsuman Hey)

Zoltern spreads a few pieces of copper coins from the leather bag to jar it up, but the miracle didn't happen that it would increase over and over again.

I walked angrily on my shoulder spitting in the street without anger.

Couple-like men and women approach from the front.

The man was fifty too middle-aged, and the woman was only fourteen or five girls.

The man's face is fat, his chin is about triple and his neck is completely buried in the flesh and invisible.

Numerous ugly spots appeared all over his face, his hair half white and his back of his head completely devoid of hair.

The woman had a cool appearance with cute eyes in her hair.

It is a complete mismatch.

When the men and women stopped their feet in the open air, they began to find ornaments. Zoltern moved subtly to a position where the butt of the woman with the cancer could be seen well.

Tiny round asses flutter to the left and right.

A thick blood vessel floated on Zoltan's temples.

(Grab that deke ass with both hands and poke my big-ass thing in the ass!

Carefully eavesdropping on the two stories, apparently a couple with a history.

The man was fat but dressed in fine silk clothing and piercing was sufficient.

(Keh, I don't know if she's my late wife or anything! Like I must have snagged a woman with gold and made her my wife! Like I want it too, you don't have to be that cute, no, whatever you already have a hole in!

As Zoltern watched a man's wife's ass, a loud noise of a woman screaming and things breaking from across the street echoed.

"What ah?

It is a remarkable city people. Even it was a world of little entertainment.

If it is a quarrel or argument, it is the outfit of people who are out of work and ruining their spare time.

When Zoltarn also ran out to be rushed by the crowd's movements, he rushed to the center of the noise.

"Damn, you can't see! Out of the way, you free people!!

Zoltern pushed himself up on the shelf and pulled the hedge apart. I can scream from all over. I was distracted and cleared my worries by poking and kicking the free people around me.

"Come on, don't push it!

"Don't. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You stepped on my foot!

When I got out in front of the crowd, the source of the noise jumped in front of me. Three oaks were grabbing the hair of one young butler and dragging him around in front of the tavern.

"No, ahhh!!

"You've got to be kidding me, this slut is oh!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I licked your mouth.

"Oops, sorry, sorry. No!!

Oak threw his hand on the ground as he pampered from the young valet's hair and kicked it out with his shoe toe as he wore a puppy. The widow is crying and begging for her life with trembling as she rounds her body. The louder the shouting of the audience, the more eyes of the orcs wanted to burn with the flames of passion.

"Totally, terrible. What the hell is going on here?"

"Whatever, the young maid said no to the orcs who tried to enter the store."

"It's as angry as I said no."

"That girl, Rita, seems to have had a bad mouth for a long time and sold fights without looking at them. I've been cursed a few times."

"Oh, that's disastrous."

"Well, it's bad I didn't pay for the bump,"

"Ha, that's your fault. Stick to it, though it seems like a little too much. You don't even know him, and you don't want to go into arbitration?

"Am I!? I'm not kidding, I don't care if you know me, dickhead. Live or die. It doesn't matter to this city. You just look stupid when you try to get hurt by bothering to screw around. Then you're so smarter watching here. I'm sorry if it's okay, but it's only a matter of time."

"Right. Besides, someone will call the vigilante in a while, and they won't kill you the worst."

When the men next to Zoltern whispered like every man, they watched in hopes of becoming more brutal with their dark desires and possessed eyes.

"Oh, no, no, no. Ooh!

"Don't be a thug. Do it, why don't you serve all of us who are here to see,!!

When the orcs forced Rita to stand, by the three of them, they let her pull her jacket to power and cut it a thousand times.

The white breasts that popped out of me glowed demonically in the residual light that was about to fall.

Big cheers boil from the crowd.

Zoltern felt his groin tighten and stiff at the same time as his ass hole shrunk.

(Oh, whatever this is, isn't it pathetic? So, somebody, somebody stop him. Shit, and it's like I saw it somewhere...... Aah!!

I suddenly remembered looking directly at Rita's crying face.

She was a drinker's butcher who cursed Zoltern the other day.

"No, no, don't! That's it!!

If he noticed, Zoltern was screaming in country language that had stopped jumping out of the crowd of people. The surrounding crowd is taken lightly and pushed to silence. The orcs, watered by exuberance, glittered back with fierce eyes.

(Do it yes!! Oh, if it comes down to it, it's a bee or a bee! Must win first!!

"Whoa, whoa!!

Zoltern thrusts upright with anger at his best.

I saw Rita's sobbing face and the orcs slowly half-body.

Stick out your fist in hopes of a miracle. A white spark ran in front of me instantly.

"Oberu!?

Zoltern swept like a piece of paper when he ate the huge fist of oak in his face, circling the universe for a spin and rolling on his back.

"What the hell? Oh, this guy. You're so weak for jumping out of nowhere!

"Keh, were you going to show me a good place and be a hero? You hate me! It's not that sweet in the world. Whoa!!

Oak kicked the rolling Zoltan belly with his toe.

"What the fuck!"

Zoltern screamed with his eyes peeled off when he groaned too hard of the pain.

"Come on. Don't ring in a good voice. You'll want to bully me more, but hey whoa!!

The orcs hit Zoltan with brutal shapes when they could be from Rita.

I can't move on Locke while falling asleep. I keep kicking him like I'm trampling and crushing a bug for a zoltar.

A blood splash blew up with the earthen smoke.

The bossy's biggest oak whispered in his ear as he rubbed Rita's exposed chest.

"Hmm, did you expect even on the side of justice? You hated it. Come on, if you spare your life, you'll be what you were born to be in this place!

"Oh, huh? Oh, no."

"Oh no! We're hosting a fun show in our spare time! Thank God you're fucked, you slut!

The oak twisted the grabbed breast hard as it made his nose even rougher.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!!

Rita's cry flowed.

Boss Oak licked the woman's thin neck up velvety as she ran her eyes blood.

"Oh no, Higu... I'll take my chances... Higu, I'm not a whore... I'm a virgin... eh"

"Yeah, yeah, my real daughter and I are twisted again. I'm gonna pull your virgin out."

"No, no, no, no, no."

"Don't cry. Eh! We'll pull out the harrows and stick them in your mouth!!

She stiffened her body as the boss oak barked holding both sides of Rita.

"hi, hi, hi"

Rita started cramping with too much beeping and teeth of fear. The boss oak barked violently as he shook at the dark pleasure.

"Hehe, you see how horrible I am? Then take it all off and expose everything to everyone here! All right!!

Rita nods with a sneer and a cry. My survival instinct wandered, I bit my lips and put my hands on them to take off my worn clothes.

Almost simultaneously, a damp sound of chirping echoed on the face of the boss oak.

"To"

Boss Oak did his hand on his face to make sure he had a lukewarm flying object. The loose yellowbrown thing was a common chicken egg. In an instant the red gauge of anger shook off its limits.

"Who, I don't know if I threw a mon like this!! I'll fucking kill you!!

Boss Oak exasperates at the crowd when he throws Rita away. The pedestrian walls cracked to scatter spider children from the center, each taking a safe distance as they pressed each other.

"Yes, who is it! It's not me, turn it down!

"Hey, who is it! You did something extra! It's you, Kunoku!

"Hii, hii. I'm not an awkward monk, seriously. No, I was going to stop, but I didn't have the courage to do that."

"Ah, boy got away!!

"Don't run away!! You. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(Who is it, you idiot who does this besides me haha)

Zoltern tried to identify the existence of another idiot in his hazy consciousness.

My throat dries hard and my whole body is as hot as it was flamed.

It was difficult to breathe abnormally because of the hardening of the bleeding blood paste.

I managed to point my gaze at the pedestrian hedge.

The crowd cracks further left and right.

There was an incredible person there.

"Oh, you're serious. Ugh, a lie."

A subhuman girl just came forward dressed in dark blue maid clothes.

The expression was sharpened like frozen silver to create an unusual beauty.

Chestnut hair flows in the wind, and dog ears standing overhead are pinned.

The black eyes were as cold as a deep lake.

A brown tail stretches its hair upside down from its thin, limp waist.

It was shaking in small pieces to the left and right.

"Po, Pordina,"

When Zoltern looked up constantly with his breath as well, there was Pordina standing quietly with her shopping basket in her maid's clothes.

"Hey, Temehe, my little girl. Apparently, you don't know this Reaper Eckhardt. But I'm easy on women. Well, if you're going to be naked and show me that white belly right now, just gently gang rape and I won't forgive you."

(Psst, you're kidding me, you fucking pig! You think it's okay for a pig like you to defile Mr. Pordina! Kill, kill!!

Zoltern walked out toward Fluffy and Boss Oak as his brain stood up to the severe pain that was about to pop out.

Boss Oak, who stopped it in his eyes, grinned spirally as he rubbed his jaw.

"Hmm. This kid, this slut looks so important. That much, I don't think she's as good a woman as I'd like to keep my body up and protect her. Well, fine. I love to mess up such a pure love bastard and dirty the woman he wanted to protect. Don't make me any happier."

Rita opened her eyes to Boss Oak's rather misguided words.

"You......!

(Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I try to argue but my mouth is clogged with blood reflexes and I can't speak well.

When Zoltern finally came to the side of the boss oak with a glare, he squeezed his last force and rolled out his fist.

When the nagging punch hit the boss oak's shoulder lightly, it made a noise that the pepper and mosquito couldn't even kill.

Both the force and momentum were below Jizzy's showdown.

"Hum!"

"Ep!?

Zoltern blew far rearward when he was blown away like a leaf in a tree.

(Oh, he's dead...)

But the shock never came.

If you notice, they're holding your back.

I forced the swollen eye lid open and moved my neck.

There was a look of Pordina hugging Zoltern with no expression.

"It's okay. We will grant you with the goodwill of our neighbors"

"Ah..."

At the same time I heard the words, Pordina's appearance had disappeared.

Pordina rushed out to the Orcs as fast as an unleashed arrow.

"Hmm!

It's an invisible move. The blue shadow just seems to have moved slightly in Zoltern's eyes.

A kick ran like a meteor that turned like a whip in the face of an oak that had been taken away.

"Nberra!?

Pordina's toe pierced deep into the face of the oak.

The giant fell backwards, wondering if a red and black blood splash had struck the area.

Continuously Pordina kicked the ground and jumped up, slamming her vertically erected elbow into the face of the fallen oak.

The stiffest elbow head broke the skull from the thick nose when buried in the face of the oak, destroying the frontal lobe, the brain beam, and the hypothalamus to the wood dust.

The oak cramped and extinguished violently as it was when he stuck his limbs with his brains smashed.

"Hey, what the fuck!?

If you're a bunch of sloppy orcs, you've only thought about making fun of cheap whores and killing your free time at best.

I never thought that would be a sudden exchange of lives.

However, if we try to make it the most violent of the Beasts, the Warwolves (Wearwolf) Poldina, the struggle will not end until either side of the battle opens or falls.

Life or death.

It is the iron rule of killing each other.

When Pordina lowered with a fierce wrinkle on her nostrils, she turned her whole body's hair upside down and approached the individual in front of her.

Its righteous face is no longer the same as that of an absurd beast.

The frightened oak is reaching out.

Pordina put it together in four pieces from the front.

The two were about as different as adults and babies, even if the size of the palms alone.

Oak, known for his rigidity, insulted a girl with a body much smaller than her own.

I couldn't have even floated in the back of my brain thinking I'd lose.

The look on Oak's face, who was combining his hands, changed in an instant.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey!? Yep!!

A little finger of a girl eats into the glove-like palm with a twinkle and a noise.

The extraordinary muscle strength of the Wolves of War (Wearwolf) was easily outweighed by the oak.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Ha ha ha!!

"No, sir."

Pordina crushed quietly, adding more strength to both hands.

The palm of the oak was completely broken from the tip phalanx to the mid-range metacarpal bone.

A broken bone broke through the skin on the back of his hand, causing loose blood to erupt.

Oak sobbed bitterly, painfully opening and closing his mouth without darkness.

"Ah, ah, ah. Yes, yes. Ahhh."

Pordina tilted her neck as she untied her hands and sounded cocky.

The expression hardly changes. It was as natural as doing a dish under.

(Then it's a Bakemon. This woman......)

A fierce fright ran to Zoltan, who was watching the fight.

Pounded and crouched on both knees, Pordina's knife was pounded with momentum.

"Ebb, eb, eb!

The knife makes an unusual noise and gets sucked into the brain weather while tearing the buzz out of the air.

One shot.

Two shots.

Three shots.

Four shots.

Five shots.

A dull sound beating the wet meat with a thick stick wooded the neighborhood.

I can hear you vomiting in such brutal sights all over the crowd.

Pordina's knife punched the head of the oak into her torso under the pile puncher procedure, eh?

"Oobu. Yeah!

At last, Zoltan also threw up intolerably.

The only thing left was a strange object with crushed and guzzled meat buns on it.

"Ko, this..."

The remaining boss oak was completely swallowed.

The girl in front of me, who buried two of her companions lightly, was terrified and couldn't help it.

He roared to excite himself, stomping his feet and rushing out.

Fear was darker on its face than hatred.

Pordina stuck her hands forward as she waited for the spot without moving a step. Fine, luxurious arms and giant fleshbullets clashed violently.

"Wow!!

Everyone there doubted their own eyes.

A giant like a giant was lifting a balloon lightly in the hands of a girl. Boss Oak's body weighs almost three meters, but it weighs over three hundred kilos.

"Get it down. Eh, get it down. Eh!!

"Yes."

Pordina bounced off the giant as if to throw it.

Boss Oak's body slammed the wind from head to ground with tremendous momentum.

"Ahpu!!

As the strange terminator sounded, his head was peppered like a paperworker and he butched his brains.

The surrounding ground turned into a sea of blood like a bright red large circle blooming.

Zoltern had no choice but to keep seeing the sight as he hugged Rita, who shuddered off.

The penis is completely shrunk. The pain was completely paralyzed because of intense fear.

I have eyes for Pordina, who looks cool and pays dust for her apron.

It was naturally powerful on both arms. Rita also holds me back strongly.

Pordina grabs the basket and drifts away when she gently grabs it. As the prophet cracked the sea and kept walking, the hedgerow broke into two pieces.

Needless to say, Zoltan moved out of the boarding house the next day.