Dungeon+Harem+Master

There seems to be something in life called a hot phase.

That's how people summed up the exact transformation period when everything they did was successful and was pointlessly hot on women.

Sa 'Alan. As soon as she told her she was going to her house, Meryandale revealed her joy by letting her face gleam.

Right now, the collector's a little too much for her to roll out, isn't he? and he was tucked away on the couch without leaving so much hand-cooked food that he seemed to get his neck ripped off.

"Uh, just hungry bread"

The collector swelled his chest to expectations as he watched Meryandale's round ass carrying dishes to the cooking alley with a mixed nose. In retrospect, she was also the first to have spoken out and unilaterally favored me.

Speaking of what the collector did, it was enough to direct the extremely weak golem to the pond, or to dive into the choro dungeon to cling to her and play a miscellaneous fish monster and knock her down.

(You're mistaken that inviting him into your own house so easily in the first place means that he likes me too, no, he wants to be held. Ugh! We're having a stuffed chicken festival tonight until morning!

I was strangely distracted the other day, but it would rather be rude not to get my hands on her in a good atmosphere so far.

When the collector completes himself on his own, he became suspicious of behavior by squirming his hair with his hands as he twitched strangely.

"Clando, do you have a minute?"

"Oh, whenever you want."

The zodiac creates a shiny face with a sinister look on his face. Meryandale, who came in with tea on his tray, drew his face.

"What's wrong? How about eating too much?

"Heh, don't worry about that. And you're gonna have to take your time in the chair."

"It's weird. Better than that. You've been eaten. I thought I'd leave it at all."

"Gentlemen don't leave lady's hand cooking behind"

"What is it? Oh, that's crazy."

Meriandale began to prepare tea when she sat next to the couch laughing her ass off.

And the noise of pompous tea and the cute smell of tea filled the area.

Her white noodles pour into her eyes as she tilts the pot.

The collector opened his eyes wide as his nose slightly roughened.

Don't go too fast, my son. Not now.

Unconsciously, the alley becomes half-boned. There's an order to things.

Suddenly I see the cannon that brought the sickle, and Pure Meryandale frightens me.

What do you think of this famous sword? I didn't mean it like that. Go home! Go home today - suffocate without being able to flirt

Only this equation of ruin must be avoided.

The collector aligned himself in front of his coat as he pulled his hips back in a quench.

Did you learn to disbelieve what the collector did? Meryandale makes eyebrows into eight letters, pointing his lips.

"Hey, it's hot, so why don't you take off your coat in the house?"

"Shit, this kid suddenly took it off. Oh, my God, Mary's Eh"

"You know, I didn't say that. By Klund."

Meryandale makes me angry while imitating hitting him in the shoulder.

The words flattered my face.

"Fuhihi, you're being silly"

The collector holds her shoulder flatly as she exposes her ahozura.

"Oh, you can't. Tea will spill."

"Not good or not"

"What is it, that way of talking? Funny, Klando."

"In my country, only the king allowed me to speak. By the way, there's a good chance your lower back will be handy after this."

"Derme, you're naughty"

Meryandale didn't look like he was seriously rejecting it, though it was time to tap his stretched palm lightly.

Her eyes were tinted like she brushed Zhu, and her long eyelashes were shaking fine.

I'm not a collector who overlooks winning opportunities.

"Merry."

"No, I wish I couldn't..."

The collector was tempted to take Meryandale's hand and pull it in at once to take his lips away.

She showed her sleigh pushing back with one hand against the chest of the collector in an attempt to reject all the shapes.

I put my hand around my shoulder and put my face closer together with even stronger force.

Meryandale gently closes her eyes.

My collector's head got cute and hot.

Gi, the sofa weighed in.

I sucked the sweet body odor and it tickled right in front of me.

(All at once, all at once, all at once! Holy shit!!

The tragedy happened at that moment.

"By mail - su!

"Hmm!?

"Huh..."

I heard a tall voice like a child coming from the front door.

The tension between the two is broken in two by surprise.

When Meryandale turned bright red to her ear when she returned to me as she noticed something, she moved quickly to the sofa. In contrast, the collector's face turned white as paper.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You're the unreadable one of the air. Oh, hey!!

"Oh, haha! Not now, not now! None, Klando!

When Meryandale stroked her flaky hair in a wolfed manner, she ran to the front door patting her slippers.

"Oh, wait a minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Chu Ha!

That's it. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The collector followed the rest with his mouth as a letter to. When I went out to the front door, there was a black cat standing on two legs handing over a parcel.

Sign here, please.

The beast man, known as Kett-See, who weaved his green cape and wore mustard-colored boots, returned to the wagon parked on the table with a sleaze when he got an autograph on his receipt from Meriandale.

Rapidly pulled back from reality into a fantastic world, the collector lost his word.

"You're too bruised at the end of a cat."

Release the man in a state of relief and put him down. Meryandale was quickly unsealing his luggage.

"Shit. This is the ore set I was ordering!

"Ahem? What's that?"

A collector peeks in from behind. The small boxes were finely separated vertically and horizontally, each packed with stones of various colors.

"With all this variety, more research is needed than ever! I've been waiting a long time. They're coming in!

"Ah, oh. Yes."

Meryandale stared at each stone licking with his eyes as if to see a gem as he returned to the lab with momentum that seemed to skip. It is a momentum that is likely to be cheeky now.

(Oh, that's not the air to flirt with anymore. I resent the merciless God of timing. I don't believe you anymore)

The collector sat in a chair and stopped being picky, like a semi like the end of the summer when he finished the role.

Is Meryandale already completely immersed in his world, or has jumped without earlier fluffy shards and fumbled in front of appliances such as breast bowls and beakers?

It's no use staying here any longer.

Then it was all about the other women that occupied my head.

"Hey, can I come out for a second?"

"Eh, going out. Why?"

Meryandale went with a decent face. I'm deciding that it's impossible for a collector to become himself.

"No, you're busy with a lot. In research or something. Well, there's a place I'd like to keep my face."

"Oh, no. Hey, no."

When Meryandale suddenly trembles his voice, he throws the ore he had and grabs it by the collector. It changed from what it had been like earlier, and it was even thin and blue.

"I'm sorry, because I don't do research. Oh, come on, don't go, Klando."

I was afraid to be alone.

I look at the girl who crooked her face about to cry and think about it for a moment, but it didn't change the feelings of the collector.

"Just a little. That's right, about that hour. That would be fine with one person. Become"

"Don't, it's dark out there. Tomorrow, don't stay here."

"I'm fine. Just a little bit."

"I'm scared without Klander, me. Weird people might come again, but"

"Didn't you just leave?"

"It's because Klander was there."

Meryandale stuck it when she swelled her cheeks like a child.

After all, I spent about an hour getting permission to leave the atelier.

The first thing the collectors headed for was the silver carriage pavilion. I have 100,000 five hundred P (pounds) on hand, which is a loot. I left Lacey to look after me, if you think about it.

(Well, Hilda and Hanbunko are reasonable. You'll resent me if I make a difference, the one who's a woman)

Then, as an adventurer, I wanted to reward the dungeon with a little bit of the money I had dived into. As I got closer to Reesfield Street by becoming a suburban atelier, my vitality grew. The store was wrapped in a stifling enthusiasm as I crept under the sign shaping the carriage I was no longer used to seeing.

"Wow, that's Klund."

I thought you were dead.

"Is the Admiral here? I can't even get Lacey to sleep tonight. Hey!

The drunkards, who had already had alcohol all around them, were gaining momentum as they bashed their shoulders.

"Klund!"

Acknowledging the figure of the collector, Lacey jumped directly into the collector's chest from the front when she flicked a black dress with a wide open chest.

Hold tight as you inhale the smell of a mixture of fat powder and a sweet body odor.

A resilient double hill was pressed directly against the cucumber, and he had the illusion of a mild glare.

"No more. You can't leave the house on your own, can you?"

"Sorry, did you miss it?"

"It's a matter of misery, silly."

I don't even want Lacey to break her makeup and rub her face like a cat. An angelic wild order and a liquor bottle flew from the drunkard around me.

When the collector turned away from his gaze, he caught a glimpse of the monastic garment in the sight. The most soldering seat on the counter. There was a small Sister figure poking around holding the jock.

"Hey, what is that?"

"It's Hilda. She didn't like it when you didn't come home, so she started drinking to take a bath."

The collector asked how things were going when it was time to go around behind Hilda. He's stuck his face in a plate with a knob. It's for women. It was a serious business.

Peeping softly, I could see the white marks from my eyes to my cheeks, whether I fell asleep tired of crying. My chest hurts just fine.

The collector put Hilda's body to sleep on the bunk in the large room when she held him up to the princess and carried him upstairs. It smelled like alcohol violently.

"I'm sorry, she gets so violent when I'm gentle."

"It's sweet, for you."

"But I know how Hilda feels. Cland, I knew you weren't coming back."

"When they say that, it's hard. Oh, speaking of which, Holla."

"What is this..."

The collector let Lacey hold a tightly packed leather bag of silver coins in her hand.

Lacey let loosen the string and pull the contents over her sleeping table.

"Klund, oh, why are you doing this? I told you how much money I'd give you."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

"Huh. Because such a lot of money. How."

"It's a dungeon, dungeon. I sweated on my forehead and got it. You can use it if you like."

The collector turned his face when he turned his hand around his hips a little better.

What do you think, I'm worth this much?

There's no such thing as cold poverty you already know!

- Oh, no, it's cool, Klando! Hold me!!

Dream of the words of praise that Lacey would state as she closed her eyes and spread her hands.

I spread my nostrils, wondering if I could keep my passion open with Lacey and a hot hug like this.

But after all this time she was suspicious when she realized she wouldn't jump in and gently opened her thin eyes.

"Ngu!?

Instead of hugging the treasurer, Lacey sat powerlessly on the spot and wept in silence. Glittering eyes stare pathetically at the zodiac. Reaching gently, Lacey shuddered her body and closed her eyelids.

"Oh no... I can throw it away..."

"Haaaa!?

Lacey did no good like a toddler when she covered her face with both hands. I'm snooping with Hickhick. The collector looked around wondering if the rapist appeared and raped him at the speed of the moment during the few seconds he closed his eyes.

"Just give me a minute. Oh, my God, don't throw it away or not."

"That's... that's... that's a deposit. Whoa! I knew you were tired of me. Oh."

"So, Nah, why are we talking about that!

"Hey, I held on to Hilda, but no... she doesn't adore me."

(Gikuk, Valletella. one or I would argue that that is reverse rape)

"So, yeah, that's why it's different! This isn't a deposit, it's purely how I feel!

Well, prove it.

"Prove it..."

"Not a word. Ooh."

"Damn, that's so sweet"

The collector took his lips in a rough motion as he tilted Lacey's crying face.

Hands off Lacey's face have entangled seemingly unfortunate eyes.

The collector glanced straight at her as she pushed her down on the bunk.

"There's no way I'm dumping you. If it's true, I adore it every day. Just give me a second. I'm gonna make a lot of money with Dokan right now, and I'm gonna make a new store."

"Yeah. I don't care about that. That's fine with me if you hug me every day like this. So don't do anything dangerous."

"Oh, okay. So don't cry anymore."

"Yeah. If Klund says so, I won't cry. Be patient."

When the collector held Lacey with all his strength, he was struck like a beast.

After the love.

Lacey gets a lukewarm, sweet kiss.

The treasurer sucked plenty of hot tongues as he took away her lips, which still abhors her breath.

"Mm-hmm, yadda, I'm still kissing you..."

"Hey, I don't have a choice anymore. Ah."

Lacey slips over her lit body as she rolls onto the bedroom.

Slowly stroking her sandy hair, this time repeatedly kissing her like a little bird.

A strong hug with both hands and a light bite in the ear leaked Lacey Hakufu's sweet voice.

After the collector had done enough afterplay (* quite importantly), when he left Lacey, he poured warm water out of the water into a glass and let it out for a breath.

Watch Lacey get herself ready as she sits on the bedside. Oops.

Huh, I noticed Hilda from the White River Night Ship still on the next sleeping table, and was in a hurry for the first time.

I peek into my face when I approach in awe.

You don't notice how loud she sounds by her side, she's sleeping like an angel. Ugh, she was resting in peace.

"Seriously. Hey, you'll drink too much. You are. I'm sorry to keep you quiet."

When I feel my gaze and look back, Lacey has a decidedly bad look at her hair. I began to fix my makeup by putting out my hand mirror so that I didn't notice when my eyes met.

(Hey, when I reopen it, the woman's strong. Okay, and)

"Ugh... Kurando hiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

"I don't know if I'm going to have a good time crushing my sleep. This drunk.... I'll give you this."

The collector stroked his head pounding as he attached the badge he bought at the guild store during the day to Hilda's chest. I felt Hilda's face faintly loose.

Naturally, Mark is a tiger.

"Pray you grow up to be a healthy tiger," he said.

The collector snuck it into her sleeve when she picked up a leather bag filled with silver coins that she had separated. It was a little gratitude.

"Hey, what? What are you doing?"

Lacey is peeking at me for the purpose. When she saw the badge engraved with the deformed tiger on Hilda's chest as she lay asleep, she bent her lips to a letter to dissatisfied.

"Uh, okay, just Hilda. It's sloppy, Shiru. Hey......"

Lacey looks up to me with sad eyes.

Pulling her sleeves in lust was a year-to-year companion to the glimpse of childhood yet.

"Naturally, it's a gift for you, too"

"Wah! Yay, yay! Oh, hey, right? What's this, what's this? What is it about me? Where did you buy this?

"Take courage forward like a lion, so Lacey's is Mr. Lion."

"Haha, I did it, I did it ah! Ugh, I'm glad."

"Oh, man."

Lacey took the badge like a child and put it on the chest of the dress.

Then, you're impressed. I tear up big tears for you.

The treasurer rubbed diligently as he took her hand in a warm wolf.

"Eh heh. I'm sorry, I surprised you. But I think I'm happy. 'Cause this is the first time I've ever gotten a gift from Klund."

"... sorry, no more chatter like this. I don't care. I knew it had to be a gem or something. I don't know who I am."

"Yeah. That's enough for me. Because earlier, I'm sorry I suddenly cried out. But, you know, I'm happy enough with this badge. If you think about it, that money is the money that Klander's been making so desperately in the dungeon."

"Oh, hey, yeah, I tried pretty hard on my own. So I always wanted to give Lacey a little something to take care of."

Lacey raised her face with sparkling eyes as she cheeked on her chest with a crying smile expression.

"That's right, Klund is always working hard in Klund. I was always stupid about myself, and I didn't even try to figure out how hard Klander felt. So, yeah. She's such a mend bitch, but I'd love to keep adoring her if I could."

"Lacey."

The collector felt his scrotum shrink all the way up, making a look as sincere as he could.

In the meantime, the collector, who went into saint mode after doing one shot, was walking towards Pordina's waiting apartment at a fairly relaxed foothold.

As you pass through a crowded downtown area, you gradually enter a less lit area.

There are no street lights.

With the exception of wealthy families, most people go to bed.

Only the slightest light of the moon and the stars relied on it.

"... so it's time to show up. Perverted stalker, huh?

The collector spoke behind his back as he came to the corner of the trail. It's a shivering silence. There was no response.

"Whoa! As it were, I'm a seriously ill patient! There you are. Oh, hey! Please don't let it be one of my plays. Yep!!

A corner of the cobblestone in the rear gradually crept up with the scream.

Still gazing into the darkness, the shadow swelled to a size of about two metres as it looked. The smell of dark dirt drifts at the tip of my nose.

As the collector jumped up his jacket, he pulled out the Holy Sword Black Lion and set it up.

The Black Lion's fullness reflects a slight moonlight and emits a demonic glow.

The shadow mass gradually turned into a large single dog made of mud when the condition was adhered to.

"Yes, yes. If only you'd come easy to understand like that. I hope you didn't mind this one.... I noticed signs from leaving the office. Why don't you just let me see your face better?

Clay Dogg, a dirt monster, is narrowing the distance from Jiriziri, who can't possibly be a mouthful.

Before the pure intent to kill spraying, the collector slowly wetted the dry crease with his tongue.

"Well, I guess not. I wasn't expecting much. At any rate, a coward like you can't hide in the shadows and move as much as he wants. The market is set. If I get rid of this guy, I'm gonna let him go back to Mary. You're looking at me with your fingers all over your head, and you're gonna love Mary with my stuff."

Suddenly my killing temper swelled up.

Clay Dogg ran out without a single footstep and hit the vault and the collector.

There was no gap in the collector I was waiting for.

Silver wire flowed sassy as the long sword twinkled like a mirror.

Clay Dogg was double-legged along with the dirt-crushing dry sound and collapsed guzzly at the landing point.

"What do you say!

Landing on the cobblestone at about the same time as the collector's voice, Clay Dogg tried to relax and lick the cobblestone. Amazing came from here.

The destroyed front leg of the hound turned again as it played quickly as if watching the video rewind.

"Again, this pattern! You're weak, only the regenerative power is Planaria!

It was the collectors who went on the offensive. The black coat flipped wide like a bat.

The flash flowed vertically.

My body intersects Clay Dogg, who jumped up again.

The fountain's long sword occasionally shot the true core of the hound.

"Whoa, whoa!!

Silver wire ran from Clay Dogg's face to the tip of his tail at the same time as the anger burst.

As he landed rubbing the cobblestone at the tip of his boot, the crushed nucleus, Clay Dogg, how he fell to the ground, severed directly from the front, dispersing his entire body.

The body of a crumbling mud monster quickly dries off into dry sand.

"Also, have you escaped?"

When the collector wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, he kicked a dusty chunk of Clay Dog into his head.