Dungeon+Harem+Master

"See who the ghost is or the dead tail flower. At least not grossly."

The treasurer walked out without setting footsteps in order to never ascertain the identity of the crying. The mansion's intervals were to the extent of what I saw during the day, and it was nice to know everything.

I deserve it when it comes to being fished and bought by the low price, but shouldn't that realtor have left something behind at least a word?

Too inhumane. The collector bite hard.

"Affordable. After all, it exploded cheaply.... Attch really blew it up, but we can only hope it doesn't happen."

I think about the large electric mass retailer that I don't have right now.

Gradually, my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, and it became blurry and clear what was going on around me. Approaching the source of the sobbing voice along the wall. I reached in front of the deepest room upstairs.

It is the most sunny room facing south.

Still, I slowly opened my hand to the new door of the wood.

To begin with, I pulled to dilute to see what was going on inside, and then I stepped in.

"What. There's nobody here."

A round moon floating in the night sky was quietly reflected in the glass window with a white, faint look.

Only in this room had all the conditioning removed, making it just a big space.

The Zodiac's drunkenness was completely awake and the mild tension was soaking up his whole body.

Standing in front of the door without a seat, a warm breeze stroked his neck from behind.

Current chills ran through the pelvis from the spine.

Shortly after turning around, the door behind him made a loud noise and closed. Jumping off the scene reflexively, a young woman's couscous laughing voice leaked out of the room. It doesn't belong to a mature woman. It was specific to a tall girl.

The voice gradually echoes around as the collector stands, sneaking into his ear.

It was already too late when I thought it was bad.

When the collector weakened as if he had been stripped of all his body power, he fell on his back to the spot.

My consciousness is extremely clear, but my voice can't move one fingertip gray.

Is this what is commonly known as gold bondage?

Cold sweat stains out of my forehead and sides more and more.

The rush gradually becomes stronger, pulsing as hard as it did after the heartbeat of his chest rushed around.

Throw your tongue out like a starving dog and turn away.

Only the blood-running eye would be free, but only the dim ceiling would get into view.

The treasurer tried to call Pordina again and again in his heart, but his throat cannot tremble and speak out without a pickle. I felt like a bug with a tightness in the specimen box.

Suddenly, I felt a strong chill at my feet. I felt the vortex of cold air gathering and gaining momentum. Barely moving the eyeball alone, the fearful Daiyuan solidified into one and gradually took on a meaningful form.

The whirlpool of white aura, when it formed the shape of a girl about twelve or three years old, stepped down on the carpet with a light foothold like stepping on a cloud.

Oh, my God, this guy.

The girl stared at the collector with her innocent eyes when she smiled glossy.

It was a sharp beauty with frozen spines.

White skin as clear snow.

The glowing honey-colored blonde is gently rippled and fluffy across the universe.

The big almond-shaped eyes blink black as wet.

The collector did not tend to be pedophile, but there was so much danger and confusion living together that he seemed to step off the road.

The girl smiled and gently stretched her fingers out onto the collector's cheek.

Small, luxurious fingers touch a face full of inert beards.

Half-crazed for a cold, calm comfort.

My whole body caught fire unconsciously.

His eyes stained bright red and his breathing became natural and rough.

The girl who saw it darkened the color of her eyes one step at a time with a demon that fascinated what she saw.

(Whoa! Wait, let's calm down once. I have a crush on these kids!?

Obviously it is something out of the ordinary.

rightly would be a spirit body.

I knew it and it looked like this.

The girl leaves defenseless.

The retina followed him with a spinal reflex.

Visual information will be converted into electrical signals and the groin will be ethically nasty as a natural dish.

My head cracked so hard that reason seemed to play on the little swell I could see from the gap in the girl's white jacket.

You read the grid of the treasurer, and the spirit of the girl raised her voice, Hmm.

There was a sweetness and decadent tone that echoed directly into the brain.

The girl comes stretching her thin, long fingers.

My body trembled with a tingle of sensation.

As soon as possible, modulation came to the body.

(Oops, what is this, what is this! Yikes! It feels too good!

The girl's fingers are only touching the collector's knee.

Even so, the fluctuations of pleasure that strike were still unprecedented and intense. The collector is dominated by a hot, cold pleasure, and gradually the back of his brain drifts away.

Almost instantaneously, the illusion ran like lightning pierced all at once, from the brain to the butthole.

An intoxication similar to a sharp floating sensation strikes me uninterruptedly like a wave tao.

The image of a dam beyond its limits releasing water all at once blinks in the back of the brain.

I stopped breathing unconsciously.

Your whole body's nerves explode.

With a deep sense of weakness, the collector lost his mind and his consciousness sank deeper.

"Hmm. So, what is it? Is that you today? Did the awkward monk brag about the fullness of Lord Klund's sexual life? Well, what a jerk."

"There's no way. That's what I'm talking about."

The next day, the collector had brought a complaint to Marco in the Cathedral on the grounds that he had been attacked by a girl spirit.

The reason, of course, is the discount on the purchase of a home.

In other words, as compensation for introducing accidental properties with mental disorders, he came to Marco in Dayuan to tsuke Ichamon in an effort to recover some of the money he paid from the realtor.

"Totally - it's an accident property! Old man, do you understand? Early in the morning, I got the feeling of a man who was dreaming with his lower half rounded out and flipped into the vacancy! Pordina really worried me!

"Pfft, it's..."

Sister Cordura, who held the basin behind her while in the reception room, openly uttered cursing words. As the collector grins, she glances back at her eyes with a triangle. An invisible spark could be played in both spaces.

"Yeah, dude."

"Bezu. I just thought," That's all a fine body, one or two of the obnoxies made me nerdy, you're a Dassai man. "

"Hey, what the fuck!

Cordura set the basin high above her head when she looked like she was about to eat.

As the collector moved the position of the couch with a little fright in Sister's eyes, he hit Marco with a feeling of indignation.

"Hey, old man. What kind of education do you teach a church mon, oops?"

"Oh, no more. Cordura, I always said we shouldn't use those dirty words. Oh."

"... I'm sorry, Bishop"

Cordura lowered her head in such an unconvincing atmosphere that she left the room with her big crotch. It was a serious lawlessness in Sister, who valued quiet and liturgy.

"I understand, Lord Klund. This is still awkward monk, you are quite responsible, so I will deal with this matter properly. That's right, in short, you just have to be able to demystify even the ghosts appearing on that purchase property, right? Leave it to me, I'll be discussing some good practices right now, so please wait."

Marco left the reception room when he took his seat off. The collector gently closed his eyes as he let his body sink deep into the couch.

"Kuah, neh."

I couldn't sleep at the end of the night with something.

The neighborhood was quiet without a sound. From the chapel the chanting of prayer devotees and the examination of the brass instrument strikes his ear like a lullaby, loosing his brain.

It seemed like how long the collector had been in deep sleep.

When I looked at the clock on the wall, the time was already past noon.

"Mm-hmm."

"Hih."

When I stretched lightly, the woman who stood beside me at some point made a frightened voice.

Turning his gaze, there he held a small vial in front of his chest with a slightly nervous face by a freaking sister who felt clear.

"Oh, Ilse, huh? What can I do for you? You can have boobs."

"Yes, no. Oh, and I was just told to give you the Bishop's legend and this, oh. Whoa, if I knew you were here, I'd say no."

"You can't lie to me, Ilse. What do you want me to give you, that vial?

"Yes."

When the collector received a vial of liquid from Ilse, he spun it around in his hand. There was no part of it that was special. It was a clear liquid.

"What is this?

It's holy water.

"Ilse, did you purify it in your body?

"Nah."

When Ilse turned his face bright red, his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

She shuddered as she sifted her tiny breasts, turning away from her face unable to withstand the fierce shame.

The collector struck a dark delight as he engraved a mundane grin on his cheek like a bandit.

"Hey, Ilse. Ha, when you do tiny ones. Ha, I wonder what you're going to look like? Do you have cancer? Even then, I stood up. Do you? Tell me, come on!

The collector gazes at Ilse's groin with a nibbling and sticky gaze.

It was the gaze of a pervert in the season.

"Huh, impolite. It's impossible, this is the case. Calm down, Ilse. This is God's test, too. Bear it, me."

When Ilse closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, she completely regained herself. There was a figure of one priest, not an older young girl.

The collector was somehow strongly excited.

"I will tell you what your bishop has to say.“ Just be patient with this today. Stretch, next time Pordina, let's go have a drink with the three awkward monks and Lord Klund. Awkward monk would be very helpful if you pulled it out with care along the way. ""

"Well, it's just this holy water."

". Now, I have soldier and orphanage condolences, so now"

Luise left the room in a gentle token. All that was left was a vial with cheap holy water and a keeper.

"Oh, seriously. No follow up. What? Really?"

Seriously. It seemed like a bottom of my heart serious.

There's no sign of him wanting to see what's going on on on the other side of the door.

In the first place, they weren't even intimate enough to look at each other like that.

Even if I kept sitting on the couch any longer, at last nobody showed up. The collector realized he was beaten more than he thought, and was half upset.

"... go home"

When I let all the confectionery from the table go into my mouth, I deliberately scattered Torah and the confectionery bags and glasses all over the place.

It is at least a return of interest. I fucking laughed at you for imitating you like a child.

"Wait a half-day. I'm not the only one at the level of priesthood, Oi!

When you leave the reception room, continue down the long corridor. I saw a chapel across the courtyard.

"Let's take a look"

It has a remarkable personality. The collector opened the side door and narrowed his eyes to a stained glass over his head as he entered. The spacious entrance hall was staged with a long desk, just like a university lecture room.

There was an appearance of one Sister crouching down and praying diligently before the altar. Somehow I get intrigued and come closer. I didn't know it in the long run, but it looked like a pretty good looking woman.

(Oh, she's a lot of a big sister. Even so, somewhere -)

You noticed the signs from behind. Sister slowly turned around as she stood up.

He is about the same length as a collector. At first glance, it was understood to be an even body.

Huge breasts with munchies of blue monastic clothing are pushing up painfully.

Tears rose in the woman's green eyes as she glanced, passing on her cheeks and flowing.

"... thank God"

He was floating in a sea of tears where his drooling eyes sifted and thrived.

The collector, breathtaking, reached out to Sister of Beauty about time.

"You, Artemisia, are you!?

"Oh, Klund, whoa!! KLAND Whoa!!

Artemisia, who had put together her monastic clothes, gave momentum and hugged her directly from the front before the collector could finish checking. I manage to stop it from flipping backwards.

You were impressed, and a crying beastly voice echoed violently through the chapel.

The collector took the form of burying his face in a rich breast, unable to speak.

"Klund, Klund!!

I waved my hands butterfly with my sight taken away.

I feel life-threatening and put my hands on both her arms.

But Artemisia's haughty arm, which shook off the limiter, blocked it.

Net, I began to feel a danger to my life.

(Shit, boobs are annoying... but my breath, I can't breathe!!... suffocating with your chest... that could be ant... no, no, no! No, I don't!

"I've been looking all over for you, and I can't find you at all, and I, uh, tried to die, but I still can't give up, so, hiccup, nigga! Ugh, you liar, you liar, you live, you were there, how could you not come to see me until today? Ahhh!!

I can't successfully rub my powers in a subtly unbalanced manner. I try to push Artemisia's shoulders, but I couldn't fathom myself to the power of filling her with crying and crying.

Oxygen is lacking from the brain, and the ability to think is slowly diminishing.

The treasurer is miserable and awkward.

"Bu, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!

As I was tightened up, I started to feel better and better.

It felt like my consciousness was falling out of the ceiling of my head.

Akan, maybe not anymore...

As soon as the collector made his ascension, he was freed from his chest.

As he was coughing hard, Artemisia, with her face shattered, peered in worried.

"What's the matter, no way, I still don't have a good body wound! Anything you want! I'd do anything for you!

It's all your fault.

But the situation would get even worse if I told her that I was losing my reason right now. Dig up your self-control and confront the events in front of you. Take a big deep breath and let's wrap up our thoughts for now. We need time to do that.

"Hey, calm down. Let's settle down, Artemisia. Mmmm."

"Mmm-hmm, mm-hmm."

Artemisia, who no longer completely renounced her native morality, unilaterally sucked on the lips of the collector.

(No, Mr. Artemisia, this is a public place. Whoa!

This is not the man who has been exchanged so far.

In addition, did you just lightly feel the danger of your life, your filial son in the groin was in a state of battle.

Then there's only one thing to do.

This Harlem Master will not be allowed to have leftovers!

The treasurer pulled her busy hips together.

My moist eyes are burning and rolling with the flames of my passion.

Fateful reunion. Mystical situation.

We have all the stages to fit Kata.

Come on, let's devour the prepared meat.

The collector began a snuggly kiss by holding her little head with one hand.

As they pressed Artemisia against the altar, the two shadows became one in the sunlight descending from overhead.

"Oh, shit."

As the zodiac was immersed in the aftertaste, Artemisia, with her discipline, had leaned over her body with a sweet trick.

"How come you didn't come to see me right away, silly"

"No, I didn't mean to. I've been busy, too."

"Silly. But this is how you came to see me, let go"

Artemisia, having finished her personal duties, did not try to lean on the collector and leave.

The old lady who came to worship looks at the two sitting next to each other in the long chair in front of the altar revealing her obvious curiosity. Pretty uncomfortable. The collector was staring at the overhead stained glass with Artemisia's shoulder in his arms. It is time for the sunset to lean. I couldn't have done this forever.

"But I didn't know it would really be Ni"

"You thought I was joking? Again, well, I'm pretty much on my way. I couldn't find your body in the end, but, I guess, no more... Because I thought so, I wanted to wish you luck for the rest of your life, and this is how I went to the convent. But it was really good. You're alive."

"Hey, don't cry. When you cry, I don't know what to do."

"I'm sorry. But good. I was there without self-determination."

Artemisia stuffed her eyes with the back of her hand.

The gaze looking up at the collector was filled with deep affection and relief.

"Huh."

When the treasurer looked at her face and licked her tears, it was so deep that she squeezed.

Get your face off your cherry blossom lips. Her eyes narrowed as her fuzzy soft face Artemisia tickled.

"So, will you continue to live in a monastery"

"No. So long, Klando. You will continue to live as an adventurer."

"Oh, I'm going to"

"Then I want you to put me in your clan. If I can, I want to dedicate all my life to you. Will you forgive me?

The last words were shivering at her lack of confidence.

My dog is turning to the Lord, and this is it? It was a weak act filled with anxiety and fear, as I asked.

"Oh, do me a favor, too. Artemisia, I need your help."

The look on Artemisia's face curled up like a bloom of papa and hua.

The collector hugs her hard across the street.

Then, now Artemisia squeezed a kiss as passionate as it could get.

"Hmm."

The collector sat on his sleeping table fully equipped in the private room of the Princess Mansion.

Artemisia spoke of the two life designs to come, naturally, after an enthusiastic kiss was over. If we stayed in that place, we would have managed to escape for a reason because we had the momentum to be summoned to Marco immediately for a ceremony.

But Marco knows where this mansion is.

Sooner or later, it was obvious that she would push.

"Mm-hmm. Hey, I was wondering if it was sooner"

"What is it, my lord? From now on, I've been thinking deeply about it."

Pordina, who was sitting on the side desk knitting, approached me with a worried look on her face.

Her tail, draped down with Petan, anxious. Ooh, that seemed to be saying.

"Oh, just keep your mouth shut. But I don't know what to do. And ghosts."

Still, the ground tying spiritual noise of the mansion had not been resolved.

I spent the day getting only one bottle of holy water that I don't know if it works.

As a collector, the mystery tech of the beautiful girl ghost last night was superb, so the feeling of fear in particular had faded over time.

But the anger of the faithful wacko maid seemed so unreliable that her anger seemed to grow more and more as the night approached.

"Wonder, I won't let you touch a finger for as long as I'm around this cluttered spirit. Rest assured."

Pordina made a cute gutsy pose when she set up a rind stick while still dressed in maid clothes.

Oh, it's soothing, Porko.

Her blocking tail stands bent over the pin and back, let's do it! Let's do it! It was gaining momentum in the wind that

"Sure, this is where the noble lady used to rest. Well, I didn't have time to explore the details, and if you wake up like this all night with the lights on, you can handle it. Maybe. Tomorrow, I'll raid the church first thing in the morning."

I tried to keep calling, and all the lantern lights I had positioned in the room went out in an instant.

At the same time, his powers could disappear from his body as his whole body of precision had been sucked away.

(Yay, this, then, isn't the same pattern as yesterday!!

"Your husband, your husband!?

When the collector weakened, he rolled off the sleeping table at the front glance and stuck it out of his face into a carpet with long hairy feet.

I can hear the hurried Pordina in a distance. My whole body got numb and my tongue got heavy like lead.

From somewhere, a smelly breeze blows. The windows and doors should all be closed.

It was just a strange phenomenon. I can see Pordina stopping and looking back as she was about to rush over to the collector. In the middle of the room, a blurry white misty object suddenly appeared.

"You!!

An unimaginably fierce voice from the usual sober tone broke out of Pordina.

The swirl of cold air gradually shaped the young girl.

It solidified into one and laughed lightly as I descended into this world.

Pordina ran out flipping her skirt.

A destructive fist shot an oak with a single blow cut off the sky and ran.

"Nah -!?"

But the girl is a spirit body.

As Pordina passed through a shadow with no entity, she stepped on one foot to the door side of the entrance. Heavy specialty wood flashed sharply with impact.

In front of you is the Lord of great bounty in exact danger.

Pordina's head was filled with angry prison flames in an instant.

But I can't damage that evil spirit with my bare hands.

The collector seemed to be in gold bondage, unable to take one physical movement while rolling down into depression.

Think, Pordina. Now, do what you have to do.

The incredible eye power of the Wolves of War (Wearwolves) read that the Lord's eyes were directed toward the pixie and the vial above the literature.

- Yes, there was holy water.

Pordina saved her strength on both legs and jumped to explode.

The girl spirit seemed flickering for a moment.

Split the lid of the bottle with a knife in a momentary motion. I put a rinse stick around my hand.

The girl spirit, who was about to cover herself in the treasurer, turned around.

Pordina shook down with all her might a rinse rod about eighty centimetres thick on her wrist cleansed with holy water.

"Migi!?

A definite response. When the girl was punched in the back of the head, she rolled up to the wall.

Pordina's hunting instincts come back to life. In order not to let the prey escape, seal the escape leg first.

"Hey, wait! Hey, hey, wait! Hey, listen..."

Knock the rubbing stick silently into a thin, white ankle. The invisible presence stopped the movement screaming like a beast.

"Yes, hey! Nothing, I'm not kidding with evil spirits. Eh! I used to live in this mansion. Whoa! They call me Lady. Yeah. Eh, eh. But I can't sell all of this mansion. So, that's why I was deciding. If anyone moves into this mansion, I want to play with you! Look, I, in my lifetime, never saw a young man before. Oh, hey, the prank sprout. Yeah! Hegu!?

"Shut up, whore."

Pordina tapped a rubbing stick in the face of the girl spirit with no expression.

The girl's neat face had a broken nose and splashed red and black liquid.

It is a "special holy water” with a sacred conferring effect that also ensures damage to the spiritual body.

The thing Marco gave to the collector was wacky different from the one there.

"Yes. Ahhh! Ugh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh! Yabe, yabe. Yeah! Oh, my God!

"You have molested my Lord. It's a very unpleasant place to work. Worth dying for."

The wooden stick was knocked into the face of the girl spirit many times without interruption.

Her face, which was screaming at first, eventually turned into a muddy clayey guzzled liquid substance by a series of shots fired out like a storm.

Pordina did not move her eyes at all and continued to roll over the remnants of the girl spirit, which she no longer made slight.

Eventually what was a minced girl spirit disappeared as if it hadn't been from the beginning when the morning burn broke.

It is a complete victory for Pordina.

"Your husband!

The collector regained consciousness with the morning burn. Look around slowly.

Nothing, I was in the same condition as usual.

"Yes, what happened to the ghost yesterday! Pordina, you're so cute!!

The collector seized the maid's shoulder as she sat girl in front of her and shook her cancer.

Pordina smiled gently like the Virgin Mary, turning her eyes round for a moment, then loving her black eyes.

"It's a good idea. Your husband has me."

The rubbing stick she stashed on her back was dry and creepy.