Dungeon+Harem+Master

Drinking at noon is advantageous. It would be even worse if there were a good dish and a good woman.

The collector had laid Lacey aside at the counter of the tavern silver carriage pavilion and tilted her cup silently.

Hand pull the silently broiled dried meat and toss it into your mouth. If you chew patiently with sturdy teeth, the irritation will draw saliva out.

The collector preferred dry distilled liquor. Would the day have just risen to Jomtien, or is the time when the whole world is putting their sperm into operation? If she is a decent woman, if her husband or lover eats alcohol from day to day without even working, she is also one of those things that she does not like.

But Lacey was in a good mood and exaggerated, prompted with a full grin. She would only be happy if the collector were by her side.

"But it's you. There's not much to drink in the daytime, and on the contrary, there's not enough."

The collector blushed in an uncertain tone, blushing bright red to the abyss of his eyes, whilst scowling the ice floating in the glass. Is the tongue numb, the language is not clear. I'm not talking to anybody, so naturally, there was a conscientious audience next door who reacted without hearing every word.

"Why? You can drink as much as you like. Even if it's crushed, I'll take care of it. Ah. Maybe, you want to be scolded? Well, then, specially this Lacey guy, let's get angry. He's been drinking for me since midday, here's the bad boy!

Lacey cuddled from side to side with the treasurer and pretended to hit him in the head with a kidding call. A munchy, busty chest is pressed and distorted in the heels. Lacey raised her sweet voice on her nose as she rubbed her swollen double hills like a

As the collector lowered his eyes unexpectedly to the feel of his breasts, he met Hilda with a cheek wand at the counter. Hilda stared with her golden eyes half-eyed. The appearance of the immobile bisque doll itself is quite compelling. Hey, I got drunk.

"Sa, sa, it's about time we went around for lunch, and I thought we'd go out."

When the collector coughed deliberately, he rose out of his chair.

Lacey pointed her lips when she looked blatantly remorseful.

"Uh, no. All right, let's stay here more."

Lacey put on her little neck and begged her to be fragrant by saying, "Hey."

"Lacey. You must not disturb a man's journey.... also because I will show my face at night"

"It seems boring"

Boo drooling Lacey approximately opened the swing door and was hugged from the rear to his hips as he tried to leave the store. A blue monastic garment is shaking at the edge of my sight. It was Hilda.

"Hey, what's going on? It's hard to walk."

As Hilda buried her face around the collector's waist, she turned her hands around and shook her face left and right to ear. It is like a poorly listened toddler.

"No. Mr. Klund, I'm not letting you go anywhere today.... Still, if you're going, why don't you just go over this corpse of mine!

That's right. The keeper was confused, too.

I don't know what that means.

"... why don't you just go over this corpse of mine!?

"No, wait. Why, I fixed it. And doubtful!

"Anyway, Mr. Klund has a lot of suspicions these days. So I decided to be a stuck bug today"

"No, I have no idea."

"Uh, sloppy - me too"

Lacey also tries to hitch a ride and hug her hands wide open. I raised my right hand and stopped it.

"No, because Lacey doesn't have to hang out with this asshole either. Hey, please don't do this. You can't tie me up because I don't want to, can you?... Seriously, please don't be like before"

The collector laughs bitterly at the thought of being tied to a chair.

Even now, it is not always sublimated to good memories.

"I am now Hilda again, Hitzkigard von Schponheim. So I don't have ears to listen to that kind of fuzzy bullshit. It's a bug."

"Uh, for now, Lacey. Do something about this guy."

The collector went out of town when he let Lacey rip Hilda off.

Across the street is Pordina's waiting boarding house.

After his adventure with Meryandale, the collector stayed at the Silver Carriage Pavilion for about three days.

Regardless, there were times when I wanted to drink all the alcohol I wanted because I was in a bad mood, but my strength was more drained than I thought, so it was more convenient to have a silver carriage pavilion near a specialist pharmacologist to focus on my energy.

(Uh, I haven't been home forever, so you're worried about the Pordina one, I guess)

Nature and face begin to stink. I stroked my forehead sassy with my hands.

A woman walking down the street pulled the child's hand and rushed to hide in the shadows.

"disrespectful, this is why the otherworlds"

Whatever it is, it is a long time back home.

Climb upstairs to avoid touching the rotten railings as much as possible.

As expected, the figure of the faithful servant of the treasurer was there.

You waited to hear the footsteps, and Pordina made a patty noise and ran over when she admitted to the figure of the collector. He tried to jump to his chest and showed restraint at one step now.

Did she consider hugging disrespectful, biting her crease and distorting her eyebrows into eight letters to endure?

However, the dog ears characteristic of the Wolves of War (Wearwolf) were dangling backwards, and the blocked tail was shaken to the left and right.

It is a greater gesture than usual. World-class, the collector thought.

Put your hands in front of each other and jump easily.

Distressed by fierce jumping impulses, Pordina's neat face was oddly distorted.

(You open up that desire! My servant!

"Without patience, come on....... I'm home, Por"

"-! Welcome home, your husband!!

Pordina buffed into her chest with a touched voice, rubbing her nose tip against her chest plate, making a sweet voice like a puppy. I'll give you chestnut hair and strengthen it. Pordina's rubbing power increased.

"What, you're like a baby, Por is. All right, all right, did you miss it?"

"It was rusty, very"

Pordina moisturizes her black eyes and stares jizzily at her uppermost.

I don't want to get into this.

(... Huh! That's right. Don't come with this. Oh, uh, I will. Forget everything today. Forget the bed. I'll muffle you, clinch you, tuck you in and out, put the stick in and out all night, and you'll be asleep connected with a hug all the time!

Strong determination to the front door to the chest. When I opened the door with a hot head, there was a wooden barrel with water next to the door.

Pordina, kneeling without hesitation, took off her keeper's boots and began to purge her dirty bare feet by wrapping her wool socks around. Soak the water in a soft towel and carefully wipe up to each strand of your toes.

"Ohhhh."

My voice leaked into the finesse of the finger user's comfort.

Pordina does the work with an elegant grin to her satisfaction.

It was something that I could certainly feel strong affection for, not a one-time one on the street.

Even Lacey can't go this far. I am a slave.

The collector sank his hips on the couch and exhaled deeply as he headed into the living room in his indoor clothes.

As I aimed, tea and baked sweets are brought in. Stain all over your body so that tea with plenty of sugar can be paralyzed. Even the baked sweets, have you bought freshly made, the unique fragrance gave me an appetite.

Compared to modern Japan, the sweetness itself is somewhat of a weak category, with a rustic taste.

But just watching Pordina radiate an aura of "pleasure" in front of her, her whole body wrapped with pride. Reach out gently and moff your head. Pordina's tight eyes soothed her.

"Well."

The collector was delayed in his idea of what to do now.

Of course, the dungeon offense is going to continue, but it ended that way with my only partner who was good at reading maps.

"I have to come up with an alternative."

Pordina insignificantly withholds behind her back and awaits orders. It was a subtlety that could be described as a made-up.

When the collector turns his gaze, he lowers his eyes slightly but happily.

I didn't miss that she caught a slight eye for a smile.

"What's up?"

"No, there's a sign outside. Looks like someone's peeking around. You're a woman. Old is young and small. You don't seem to have a taste for martial arts. The stride is pretty loose. Pretty much, you'll be born of the upper class."

"Don't you know that much?

"Yes, because my ears can be heard pretty far away. Probably the subject is a woman.... Eliminate?

"No, no, wait, wait. Is he coming from here?"

Pordina strained her nerves when she closed her eyes and concentrated on her footsteps. Slowly walking over to the window, he moves the door. When the nose is stirred, it shows how it is exploring the surface.

Then he looked like he was in trouble when he stared at the collector jizzily as he remembered.

"Um, I withdraw the foreword. Perhaps your husband's acquaintance"

"What, he's the one I know?"

"I was wondering if there was a mistake. Well, your husband's clothes have the same leftover incense."

(Can you tell by the smell? That's right, the Wonko tribe)

When the collector approaches the window, he leans perfectly against the wall and turns his gaze out.

There, I saw a small figure moving from shade to shade in the street in a rather suspicious motion.

The blue robe is gleaming.

It was what Hilda looked like, no matter what I saw.

"Did he follow you?"

The collector lowered his eyes and struck his tongue as he unconsciously rubbed the beard on his jaw. When I take the cup I have at the low table standing, I take a breath and turn back to Pordina. I told her, looking directly into her eyes like black pearls.

"Uh, I'll announce. As of today, we relinquish this Azito."

"Waiver"

Pordina put her hand on her mouth as she put her eyes like a plate and put her tail up straight with a pin.

The collector took Pordina to the Romless Cathedral.

Find a Sister named Cordura you've met before and tell her you're willing to visit. She invited the collector into the reception room while clearly expressing her discomfort.

Marco finally arrived when the zodiac broke the statue of the saint and the statue as he played indoors. Perhaps Cordura tampered with the information and called in that the young woman had come to visit. Marco appeared rather neat and familiar.

He breaks his rapport when he enters the room and puts Pordina in his eyes.

But as soon as the figure of the treasurer got into his eyes, he suddenly became a beso face.

It was really easy to understand.

"That's why. Say hello, old man."

The collector also said hello there on an errand. If you bow your head to the special victory, Pordina, who stood behind you, also bows his head deeply. Marco was baffled violently.

"... No, no, not all of a sudden. Even if they say so, the awkward monk is confused."

"Oh, my God, you don't understand the information. All right, all right, I'll explain later. Thank you for asking. I'll always be a renter, so I thought it was time to buy one of the houses. But I don't have a twat. Trouble, what shall we do!... so I asked you to do me a favor!

"Uh, for now, I could understand the spirit of Lord Klund, but that's not an attitude of asking people for things at all!

"Uh, don't worry about the details. The old man isn't bald on Dada either, I mean show us that he probably has accumulated human power!!

"Bebe, I'm not an awkward monk bald! I'm just wearing this for doctrine, and I really think that whenever I wash my hair with a hairdo fuzz, my hair is uzzy. It's super mosaic!

"Well, let's do that."

"That and everything. It's a strict fact. By the way, hmm. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh."

Marco suddenly put his hand on his mouth and coughed up, giving me a flush towards Pordina. You're noticing or not, Pordina's expression doesn't even have a slight dust change.

Heh heh, Marco's twinkle in my ear, which I can't even look at because it lit up, etc.

It was a troubled middle age.

"What's the matter? I suddenly coughed up something. Do you have any candy?

When the collector took out the candy, he offered it to Marco.

You kept it in a bag all the time, it was deteriorating and was beginning to melt.

Marco looked pulled, like he was being kicked in the tibia and put up with the pain.

"I'll take that though. Duhhhhhhhh."

Marco made his nose rough when he had a disgusting grin, and he visually raped Pordina to lick her whole body around. She keeps an eye on the hand of the keeper breaking the confectionery wrap as she stands up like a doll. He doesn't care about anything but the Lord.

"Hey, it's time you introduced me to the lady behind Lord Klund. Awkward monk, I'm a mess type, so I'd like to chat friendly, or not chat, and I'd like to get along personally, I don't know."

"Mm-hmm. This guy."

Marco's distractions were truly understandable.

Here, tell Pordina I adore her every night in my own meat slave, etc. and she'll probably bend the heso. I'd be in trouble if I didn't find a cheap house.

(Still, it's not a good idea for Hilda or Lacey to know about Pol. More bones out of those guys, without me, at a level that doesn't go down at night or sun, and then I won't let them admit Harlem in a disintegrating way)

It was the female enemy's thought circuit.

Referral was made in a direction that was pointless but dared to leave the possibilities open, and the possessor instantly made a cold decision on a homemade computer. A man who is able to do so is impressive.

Marco dressed as a feminist with a burning blade on whether he wanted to look good in Pordina as he stared at the first words of how the collector would introduce him.

Standing up from the couch, he walks over to Pordina, where he remains standing, and talks to the perky. You were working out in church theory, you had a good voice inside.

"What a young man you don't know how to treat your lady. Ma'am, not putting it on the couch in front of your lords is a lady's preference not to inadvertently expose her knees. I feel terrible about this Marco."

Marco interpreted it in his own convenience and praised the girl.

Most importantly, Pordina is a slave, so she does not sit on her own unless ordered to do so by the collector.

Marco tries to squeeze his hand, but Pordina pulls herself back. It is as faceless as a quiet lake surface.

Marco twisted his lower lip to reveal his grief.

"Mmm, the awkward monk is Bishop of Silver Villago and my name is Marco. Lord Klund and I have been friends for a long time. Well, if you ever had a problem, go ahead and say anything. Awkward monks are very dependable men, unlike this man. And I'm single."

At this point, Marco was telling two big lies. The collector and I are not ancient friends, and he was a historic wife belligerent, surrounded by concubines and four people in the parish. A boy is a generic name for a creature who is more greedy than anyone else in ancient times.

"Hey, why did you subtly appeal to me?"

"Ha. That's just because I wanted to tell you that the seat next to Awkward Monk is always free. However, if you want to warm up this seat, that's already one of your daughters' priorities."

Marco stands in front of Pordina and stretches his neck.

The girl blurred, openly, close to her face.

"Ha. I feel sick again today!

"Hey, what the hell! It's not disgusting, it's more like a nice middle with a man's mature tannins all over it."

"You look like a stiffened tannin in a dried out. It's brown. So, this girl, uh..."

As the collector winked at Pordina, he put his finger against his chest with a ton.

It is an instruction to give only your name.

The maid, drawn to her will, gave a cool voice, her eyes bowed and her head bowed.

"My name is Pordina. See you later."

"Ooh ugh! Is it Pordina, Pordina? Mmm, that's a good name. It's a noble name that really suits you."

"She's my maid of honor. You're doing really well."

It's not a lie for now. Looks like Marco recognized him as a temporarily employed housekeeper.

"Whoa. Lord Klund's maid! That's quite a thing.... I'll change my mind, Awkward Monk has been really busy lately and is looking for a good secretary and helper. Ha, because I'm an awkward monk bishop! Because he is an extremely important bishop with an archdiocese that binds millions of cities! Ahhh. I wonder if anyone is here. She helps you work for an awkward monk, like a beautiful, competent, war-wolf (wear-wolf) daughter about fifteen or six years old with beautiful chestnut hair and black eyes!

"Sick."

"Ha, this ripe tannin can be seen by the young Lord Klund."

"Do you understand?"

Marco is eager to react to Pordina with a flicker as she uplifts her cheeks like she was drunk. Sometimes he gazes down at the keeper as if he had won proudly, but Pordina at heart didn't even show a reaction to what remained frozen like a doll.

(That's bad. As it is, the old man is too dopey. I need to get back to you.)

"Old man, why don't we talk about secretaries and maids again later, slowly! Now you need to talk to me about my house. You prefer a man who can rely on Pordina, too!

The collector urged Pordina's lower abdomen to get into the conversation when he followed it a little with his elbow.

"Soudesne, Tayorigaino Aldanseija, Stekides"

(What a great read)

"Uh, is that right? I can't help it, okay, there's one thing here, Pordina. I don't know if I should abuse my power to show off the difference in the character of a man! I'm a bishop! Awkward monk. This kind of thing is before breakfast! And it is!!

"Ugh."

Marco rushed out of the room with a mixed nose. The collector approaches Pordina as she rises off the couch, stroking her soft hairy head. She narrowed her eyes as she tickled, leaking her voice softly.

In conclusion, the realtor who introduced me to Marco introduced me to an eye-catching mansion.

"Ask for lunch. It's just like the evening."

The white-toned mansion was built away from the center street. Surrounded by many trees and no adjacent houses, it could be inferred that it would be a separate residence of nobility.

He walked out in front of the main entrance as he crept through the sturdy gate looking up at the walls surrounding him.

Pordina, who follows and walks behind, can't hide her upset just as well, keeping her eyes round.

It was rarely the case that I could see her constantly calm surprised face twice a day, etc.

When I come closer, it shows that the columns and lacquer are like new and have been built for a short time.

An unconscious exclamation leaked.

"It's a little hard to believe this is two million pounds."

"Hey, I had a hard time convincing you up there, too. But I don't hate it when it comes to your mouth, Bishop. As a devout Romless believer."

The rat-faced realtor highlighted the perplexity and good exterior of the mansion, the fact that it had only been built for a few years, the good number of rooms and the wonderful landscape.

The collector walks around every corner of the mansion with Pordina. The condiments were left intact by the noblemen who lived there before, so they seemed to be able to live today.

Pordina is carefully looking around the water in the kitchen. The initial surprise lurked the shadows and the expression kept its usual cool, but the momentum of the tail swinging left and right in the boom strongly pointed to joy.

"Pordina"

When the collector calls, the girl greets the loyal dog and rushes to the side to refrain.

"May I call you, my lord?"

"Hey, did you like this house?"

"No, I am a slave, so please be good to your husband"

The tone is extremely calm, and there has been no noticeable change in the face.

However, the tail swing was moving left and right with the boom winding to indicate expectations.

I don't think so.

Pordina's expression remained the same, but when the tail stopped moving, it became very visible. As sad as it sounded, I heard my heart.

"Haha, that's a lie. Let's decide on this mansion."

Pordina's dog ears are pinned, and she stands vertically, and her tail is also swung to the left and right with a big boom again. She was truly an easy-to-understand woman of joy and sorrow.

"No more. Your husband is messing with you."

"Haha. Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to bully you because you're cute."

"Play."

"Don't rub it. Look, come here. 'Cause I'm gonna hold you."

The collector hugged Pordina all the time as he drew her to his chest. When the girl holds the Lord back in her hide, she entertainingly closes her eyes and deposits her body. Pordina's body smelled soft and sunny.

"The mansion will be bigger, and cleaning and stuff can be tough, but don't ask me to keep it up"

"Leave everything to me about the house"

"Cute, you are. Totally. Do you like being like this?

"Mm-hmm. I like it when you get upset."

The realtor yawned one big time watching the collectors flirt. Then when he took out the contract, he walked over to the two of them in a relaxed foothold.

That night, the collector returned to his home, which became his own after purchasing it when he caught liquor at the silver carriage pavilion.

According to the realtor, the mansion was once commonly known in the industry as the Princess Mansion because a certain aristocratic daughter lived for several years for her sanatorium.

"Hmm. Finally, I have a castle all over the country."

(It's called making a white color, it's called building a garden, it seems like the princess likes it, it's very stylish.)

However, Pordina's reaction is probably better around the time she tends to dream. As a collector personally, I preferred romantic mansions such as those appearing in picture books to heavily constructed mansions.

"Oh well. The creation of this mansion sounds like an alley. So strangely excited."

An array referred to by the zodiac was a special resting place that was dense near the station and near every highway interceptor. This man's brain was a shame, too.

Despite the late-night proximity, Pordina awaited her husband's return in good health at the doorstep.

"I'm home, Pordina"

"Welcome home, master."

When you give a proper bowl of grace in sophisticated motion and finish rinsing the dirt, you receive the coat and the long sword given to you by the Lord. This princess mansion had another notable advantage.

It is the presence of natural hot springs.

Thanks to geologically gushing sources, an internal bath was rarely provided. The garden tip was well equipped so that you could enjoy a rock bath if you got a little hands on it. It would also have been necessary for Yuji for the nobles to build a mansion in this place. The Japanese are one of the best bath lovers in the world.

"But I drank too much chito today"

It is dangerous to take a bath with too much to drink.

No, the collector himself doesn't even care about that, but when he tries to force himself in, Pordina looks sad in the eyes and stares at him silently. It was unfortunate that I could not take a bath, but from today on I can grab it in the water whenever I want.

The collector had decided on the most luxurious room in the mansion as his own living room and jumped on the new sheets provided.

After a while, Pordina, dressed from maid clothes to sensual baby dolls, dived into her bedroom with an aside.

Of course, to have an evening opponent.

When Pordina is laid together, the collector begins to adore her.

But I'm afraid I'm too drunk to carry it around well tonight.

"Bad, go to sleep. I'm still drunk... and then I wake up."

"I understand. Good night."

As a man, he fell into a not-so-dressed shark, but Pordina wrapped the Lord gently around him as if his mother were sleeping with his children when he embraced him in his abundant breasts without dissatisfaction.

The change took place a few hours later, at midnight.

"Mm-hmm?

The treasurer woke up excessively loud of his own high snoring. I rubbed my eye lid with a decent eye and zipped my gaze at Pordina, who was resting in peace next door.

I see the girl's rich breasts rise and fall regularly by the moonlight entering through the window, and the murmur and desire boil. Her groin gradually hardened.

(Yabe, fuck me. Yeah. But you'd be tired and asleep, and you feel sorry for me to wake you up)

Pordina doesn't run away. Keep it with you as long as it's alive.

When the collector made his groin son listen well, he took a watermark on his pillow and wet his throat.

Momentum and high moisture intake began to awaken the urge to urinate asleep.

I gently opened the door and headed to the bathroom as I exited the bedroom to keep Pordina awake.

Though I looked around inside as one, I can't imagine it goes through the details.

"The bathroom must have been around the corner."

Walk down the dark corridor with a vague memory. I figured it would be inconvenient at night without the lighting equipment, and blurry thinking caused a noise that caught something small from somewhere.

"Oh, my God, I don't know if it's my fault"

When the collector stopped, he softly cleared his ears.

Nothing, I'm not wearing a sword all the way inside the house. Tension runs all over my body. Potatoes and cold sweat emerge on my back. The moment I thought about going back to my room to get my stuff, out of nowhere, I did hear a sobbing woman cry.

"Oh, I knew it was cheap because that's the kind of extra"

When the collector suddenly realized, he slowly approached the source of the sound in order to ascertain the identity of the sob.