Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was not long after noon that a collector struck by a harsh fate finally returned to his home, where his beloved Pordina awaited.

"Welcome home, your husband?

The collector nodded his face to its abundant breasts as he saw Patapata and Pordina rushing to the front door, jumping momentum at the same time.

"Your husband?

I inhaled a fluffy, reasonably elastic and sweet smell all over my nasal cavity.

Pordina pinned her overhead ear to her husband's movements, but began to wave her tail wide to the left and right as she hugged her tightly, hands around the body of the collector to soften.

"Really, good job"

The collector raised his face from Pordina's chest, grabbed his thin chin and matched his lips.

The two squirt a snuggly kiss with a hot hug.

Pordina leaves her tongue sucked when she hugs her hard and closes her eyes sooner or later.

Then I drank up the saliva that would be sent obediently.

"Hmm."

The collector gently let go of his body when he enjoyed the soft tongue of a fully submissive maid.

Pordina carefully washed her feet and rinsed the dirt with warm water as she knelt down and removed the Lord's boots. At the end of one rinse, let the collector sit on his chair and crawl his tongue between his toes.

The young and beautiful maid, whoops, carefully licks the dirt while bringing a voice on her nose, mainly makes her wear thin socks and soft cloth shoes.

The collector rose and entered the mansion at the end of the whole ritual. Pordina, with her long sword and coat, followed her closely.

"I'm sorry to say you're tired. May I have a moment?"

"What?

"Um, while your husband was out, there were about two customers. We were not able to make a true or false decision, so we welcomed you for once."

"Mmm. Oh, no, it's like that happened. Yeah, I know. You two look like maids."

"Yes, they were a little different."

Maybe a little bit of that. When the collector rang his nose, he headed for the reception room.

Walk blurry and thoughtful. Pulling the heavy door knob, from the dim room, the unique smell of vanilla, oil and meat stirred the tip of his nose.

Let your gaze wander a little.

Question marks filled in my head.

(Like it was definitely here, alle?

"Well, that's the kitchen."

Pordina's voice like trouble. It hasn't been so long since I moved from a borough rental to this mansion. In addition, the collectors did not fully grasp the intervals due to the high number of outings.

"Oh, no, it wasn't. Um. This way."

Turn back the way you came and modify the direction of travel. Now I made no mistake in getting to the desired room.

Pordina opened the thick, brown glossy door of her body, carved with unique texts.

I was sitting on a couch in the center of the room, and I saw Victoire get up.

"Where have you been! Not at all!!"

Victoire stood up and prickled and angry as he placed the cup on the mahogany's long table. On the side I can see Hannah, the maid I was serving, smiling and lowering her head small.

"Well, I hear you lost your big voice. Oh, what is it?

The collector approaches the abnormally hairy carpet as it sinks down to the tibia to the tibia. The feeling of fluffiness was also impressive as he continued to walk in the rocky ridge area for a long time in the dungeon.

Although second-hand, there are times when it was just used as a sanatorium by the nobles.

Vain and luxurious.

"Oh, my God, you're still a maid of honor for that. You liked it."

"I'm sure you'll like it! No more, no more!!

Victoire yelled as he put his hands on his hips.

Remarkable beauty. Just watching makes me gross.

The collector felt down for a moment.

"Haha. I see you put your sword in the quality of armor too. But I think your daughter is cuter in this woman's pay."

"Hannah! You don't have to be kidding me! Who would like to wear such a western-style outfit!

Pordina's dog ears, which were silent and sloppy, moved piquely.

"Po, Por?

- What is it, my lord?

"Yes, no. Nothing. Come on, Victorine! Not really, don't be clever with the mouth that licked the maid!

"Who's Victorine! I'm Victoire!

"That's fine, because they hold a lot more amazing abilities than you think!

"At best, it's not as good as it looks. Like what?

"I'm super busy cooking, laundry, cleaning, chasing back the chores general, selling goods, dealing with people like you who don't know how, and at the end of the day serving your husband day and night!

"Hmm. Crap."

Victoire immediately denied it when he rattled his nose.

The tip of Pordina's tail swayed nervously into pieces.

"Crap, they say, but you can't do any of it, young lady."

"Hannah ah!! Heh, heh. If I can't do that, there's nothing wrong with me."

"Haven't you had trouble at the Sparrow Pavilion at night, even if they told you that? Hannah is ashamed and ashamed.... I accidentally went into watching mode from behind"

"There's help! Follow us!"

"That's the whole story, isn't it? In short, is Victoire a life incompetent FA (Final Answer)?"

"No, you're not. No, no, anyway, I'm in this place, and I don't have time to be killing time! Klund, if you don't get back to King's Landing as soon as possible, you won't get a minute of the knight."

"My lady. Until earlier, you were super relaxed, enjoying your tea. Ha, you don't want to go home to the castle anymore, or whatever."

"Nyaaaa!! No, no, no!

When Victoire turned his face bright red, he shook his fluffy golden hair violently.

Fished and Pordina's gaze moves left and right.

"Hahaha. Uh, I laughed. I laughed, he said. Pordina, sweets."

"What's wrong?"

Victoire pulled the skirt's hem hard with both hands screaming tightly.

But the sight only seemed to a maid who was disrespectfully eclampsing against the Lord, no matter how she saw it.

When the collector lowered his hips on the couch somewhere, he commanded with his jaw.

"Yes, please wait"

Pordina leaves the room without making any noise when she is gracious.

Did Victoire return it to me, dyeing his cheeks but deliberately coughing and trying to fix the place? It's no use.

"Anyway, I'll let you do your duty. Whatever, you refuse to like it, don't take it personally!

"Oh, I don't know how to make medium tea."

"Haha. I'll keep it in my compliments. I'm terrified - You're a brave man, what a compliment. Hannah, I think I may have lost my temper."

"Seriously!?

"Listen, listen to people. Whoa! Especially Hannah, you, wow! You broke people's hips in a pockpoke."

"Ya. Brave man. I'm frightened. My lady, bully me."

"Oh, all right, all right. Ladies, let the awkward protect you and move on."

"Yan. Yan. You can't touch that."

"Ha. Not as touchy as it gets."

"Mnh-mnh. Mean."

The maid knight (claiming to be) had a hard look to describe when the collector looked softly at him.

"Uh, should we stop? Your daughter is really crying."

Victoire. Uh-huh. When I did, I put my hand on the chest of the treasurer. It is quite an arm's length for a woman. The collector's hips rise about fifteen centimeters from the sofa.

"Come on."

"Yeah. That's good. I'll have it back to you. Five Hundred Thousand P (pounds)"

"Ha!? The only thing I should have had replaced was 50,000 pounds."

"Money borrowed has an interest."

"Bullshit, bullshit"

"Oh, yeah. I don't have to give it back if I don't want to. However, when you return to the capital, you will return it to the princess. Beat it all for a reason."

"Dastardly. From princesses to golden heartless for such shameless reasons, etc. Heh, heh. Even if I said so, I can trust the princess. If I had to, they would take this word of me, the Kingsguard knight! Hey Hannah!?

"No, I'm not lying right now."

"Hannah. Ahh."

"Hey, that's Victoire the Princess Knight. I can't believe you're forcing even the ones who follow you to pass me by. You're an evil deputy."

"- You really suck! What do you want?"

"What, there's nothing like that. However, if I can't get my money back, I wish I didn't have to show my sincerity for that. Sincerely."

The collector's face turns into a rough, bandit-like look. The eyes hang, and the ends of the mouth give rise to a wild grin when caught. Gyolo's eyes were poured into Victoire's cramped forward twin hills of his chest.

"Down!!

"I don't know. I wonder if the lower bitch means throbbing. Come on, tell me!

Victoire moaned, covering his face with his right hand when he finally fell into the spot. Plenty of honey-colored hair creates an exquisite contrast to the red carpet.

The collector put his arms together with faces such as the basement itself and looked down at the knight of the princess of beauty.

"What are you going to do to me? I have to do my job and bring you back to the castle, but no. Heh, heh. Road banking ran out on the journey, and the honorable Barthelmy family's children were poorly fed in the Glades. At last, I was told that they would treat me like this for just half a million P (pounds). Hehe, laugh. Laugh."

"Hahaha!

Hannah laughed almost as she folded herself into a letter when she held her stomach.

"You laugh. Aah! Hannah! Kuuuuuuu."

When Hannah finished laughing once, she crouched beside Victoire, peeling the carpet and regretting, hissing her ears.

"But, my lady. Things are getting better when you think about it. Anyway, I was able to find the brave man who was talking about catching the clouds without any support or help. Coincidence, though. Besides, if you stay with the brave man, one day he will be able to listen honestly to your daughter, too. I'm sure."

"You want me to throw myself out?

"Nah. I haven't gotten that far. However, your daughter has the beauty of being said to be the Romless One, so if you behave well, it's a little choosy, hey, to let the brave man in touch. So to speak, it's not just the power of knights, but also the power of women being tested."

"Then, fool. Oh, that's beautiful. What, after teasing one of you. And, but you do. As part of your important mission, this will also be tested as a lady. Mm-hmm. I don't like it, but if you're up to it, I'll have to do it.

I don't mean to. "

"Sarasu is a lady. - It's too choroin."

"Anything at all?

"No. Nothing. Well, let's begin with a good greeting."

"Wow. Here, don't push it."

Victoire was pushed on his hips as he stood up, and then fell out of balance. She dressed like a girl of the last century in a comic book style.

Isn't this guy working out unexpectedly?

Severely upset by unexpectedly guttering masculine muscles. Then I realized that I was in the shape of a cub pressing both breasts, boiling all the way over my head.

Hold on, hold on. What am I turning red? I'm not familiar with this kind of distance from the palace, the ball, etc. - I don't think so.

Victoire thought that even as the princess's Kingsguard knight, he had won a swordsmanship tournament in Natomi, and thought that every nobleman was frightened and didn't come close.

"What, what. Do you want me to hold you? Look, goo."

When the collector embraced Victoire fervently, he gave his strength strong.

"Hey, don't. Stop -!?"

Pretending to refuse, but narrowing his eyes to the feel of the man's arms in front of him, he suddenly felt a fierce killing spirit that was hard to resist. Behind the treasurer. There was a woman there, holding the confectionery basin with both hands, frozen her expression like a doll.

"Your husband. What the hell is this?"

"Oh. Yes, Pordina! Your family is growing today!!

"Huh? Huh!?

Victoire moves only his neck and his gaze at the look on the faces of those around him.

Pordina's eyes jump. You understood the meaning of the word, her eyes, which were chilling out, glowed dull as she regained their radiance as she looked around.

How did this happen?

Victoire was told by his cafe maid appearance that he dressed in the same attire as Pordina - fortunately, the two were almost the same height - and that he had been told a long lesson between his servants. Glancing next door, Hannah looked excited and rather could even afford to enjoy the situation.

(I'm not kidding. I am the proud Knights of the Romeless Royal Kingsguard, skinny or dead. Why do you have to listen to the slavery lecture so hard?)

That is because you cannot return the money.

But although she was born and raised in a noble house and trained as a tough knight, she never had much trouble with money. Even if he showed his stupidity that the Knights' salaries were low, he could have sent as much from his parents' house if he actually needed the problem.

In that sense, there was little glimpse of the bottom of true poverty.

"So shall I introduce myself again? I'm Pordina Belle Bella. He is the bravest Belle Bella warrior in the world and a warrior of the Werewolves. Hannah on Victoire. If you two have-- listen to me, tell me about my sister!

Pordina had come and gone before the two of them, but she struck her hand hard with a horseback riding munch that she had no choice but to realize Victoire was in the sky above.

"-!? Do what!

"It's not what you do. Even slaves must strictly observe their sequence. I mean, let's just say I'm your sister, the leader."

Pordina had a rough nose for her, and she shook the munchies she had in her hands cuddly and vigorously. Victoire, who is not a caretaker, wasn't even as quiet as he was beaten that way and shut up.

"What's your sister! By and large, we are a prolonged nobility bestowed the title by the royal family, unlike trading slaves like you!!

Pordina squeaks her lips as she strengthens the glow of her black crystal-like eyes, shaking her fingertips in front of her face without changing her expression. Remove two collars sandwiched from the waist at a magical speed. He moved his arm in a disease-like motion, ignoring Victoire, who moves his mouth with a paque lack of calm.

but the sound of the wheel fitting.

"Huh. What, this"

"Haha. That's a collar. Pretty exquisite craftsmanship, looks like an accessory at first glance, but it's for slavery."

"Don't worry. This collar is inferior to my stuff, but it is a historic Glynn workshop launched silver. Be grateful."

"Wow, this has a proper family crest carved on it -"

"That, my lord, is the Nine Weeks print with the Simon family flag. From now on, we will serve the Lord with pride and without shame."

"Yes."

"Yes, no! What the hell is going on, how did this happen! Why did I become a slave to Klander? I have no idea, I haven't heard it, it's too irrational!! Get the man in charge!

"Yes, I'm in charge. The two of you are now under the Simon family today. Explanation ends."

"I'm kidding. Oh, why? Why?"

Pordina reached for Victoire's neck, half crying crouched with her hands, as she orotted.

"Mithrill silver would have been better after all."

"No, Hannah thinks that's where the argument is"

"Why?"

"Yay!? Um, you know, even if you were asked in the face."

"Like your husband (My Master), there is no honor in serving the heroes of our time. Really? That's, like, tears of joy. Cry. And if you weep, the days of glory await you. In the furrows of the human race, you won't be spoiled, but don't flatter your sister."

"Haha, this guy is probably too"

"I am not a slave!!

Victoire's cry echoed the Princess's Mansion.

In the evening, while Pordina was lying about the planting of a new slave, the collector was rolling out to the city.

Most importantly, the eight tiers had not been redeemed by Rudge and Artemisia's Gotagota.

Then the place to head is set as one. The streets leading up to Reesfield Street were flooded with homework artisans.

No longer, some men have already dyed their faces red to see where they've been caught. Beginning to see the silver carriage pavilion sign on the other side of the street. As the collector stood with his throat ringing, he was properly shouldered from behind.

"Hey, that's an odd encounter. Where are we going?"

Looking back at the familiar voice.

There stood Rudge Blackwell, a little magnificent labyrinth scholar who knew on the eighth tier.

"Rudge. Oh, come on, let's go get a drink. What's wrong with you?"

What's the matter, though, my gaze moves along her long legs from her thighs.

"You have a much easier personality, too. I'm smiling a little bit too. What, I just happened to see you, so if you have time, why don't you join me at dinner? It's an honor. It's the first time I've asked a man out. Or are you a coward who cares about other people's eyes and can't talk to anyone but his lover?"

"Don't come to me. All right, let's go out to dinner in a dark place where you can have a good time."

"Ask her out. I don't know, we're not alone. You're an easy man to take off the limits of reason. I'll have a drink with you, as originally planned. The store doesn't matter where you go."

"Hmm."

"Whoa, you're thinking of a quick alternative. Look, my face is stiff again. Oh, my gaze is waning. I wonder how much of a hole you don't want me to know. Yeah, that's the shop."

"Hey, wait!

"Come on, come on. Let's go. To tell you the truth, I haven't spoken of anything since we broke up at noon. I'm confident I can eat a lot of mud right now."

"That's too disrespectful of anything at all!

Rudge ran out toward the entrance to the silver carriage pavilion as he drew the hand of the collector. Her long legs push open the swing door. At the same time, the hustle and bustle in the store pushed air mixed with the smell of alcohol and baked goods.

"Welcome - Crand!!

"Whoa!?

When the collector stuck his nose tip at the store, a whisper and a full-bodied flesh hit him.

It is Lacey, the lady master of the silver carriage pavilion. She squeezed a kiss to hit her as she flicked her crimson dress with her breasts wide open.

The collector rubs his red face in the back of his hand as he blacks and whites his eyes.

Lacey pretended to be angry and pounding her chest pounding, squeaking her sweet voice as she kept her body.

Occasionally, a curse comes from a drunk who is coming for her. A glass or empty bottle flew across the store.

"Oops too, I was worried because I'm not coming at all, I hope it's silly!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Don't interrupt at all! Welcome back."

"Ha, I'm home"

From the drunkards, signs of an indignant rush were radiating colorfully. Rudge looks at the figure with a slight laugh.

Often, Lacey, who was gracefully hugged by the collector, frowned when she noticed a slender beauty standing by her mistress.

"Hey, who?

"Who is it?

"Don't be ridiculous"

Lacey pulls the collector's earlobes hard to make him turn his face.

My eyes had a flame of chi rising with a melamera.

"Ah so. I'm a work associate. Oh, it's true."

Lacey glanced openly at the whistling possessor with the eyes of a hundred and twenty par of suspicion.

It is a natural conclusion.

"Ha. You don't have to worry. I am Rudge Blackwell of the Royal Labyrinth Explorer. Don't worry, I'll never get my hands on your lover."

Rudge quickly offered his right hand when he took off his white gloves.

Lacey responded with a pointy tone as she reversed her body with a grumpy face.

It was a rare attitude for a warm girlfriend.

"I'm relieved to hear that. I don't have a trial in my life."

"Well, here's what we'll do"

As Rudge sat Lacey between herself and the collector, she put her long legs together.

"Cland, you, me. There won't be any complaints in this line."

The collector's gaze moves unnaturally after his white thighs.

Lacey stretched her hands over the chest of each of the collector's faces.

"Don't look!

"Ngu."

When the collector pokes his face into the sea of flesh, he moves his hands and feet blindly.

Rudge's eyebrows come to the center like they're in trouble.

"I don't mind getting along, but I was wondering if you could let me have a conversation"

When Rudge ordered a drink from the counter's daughter, she snapped like she was out of it.

"... really, it's nothing with Klund"

"That's why you say so. Look, scattered! I'll play you later."

"Hmm."

"Uh, hello. Lacey. I hope you don't ignore me. Hey, listen."

Lacey did not deal with the collector at all, but was alert to the beauty in front of her.

After wanting to see how things were for a while, Lacey finally opened up her keeper.

I didn't think it would be a good idea to embarrass the collectors too much in front of the regular people. It is only a world of male superiority. For a young man, he was too busy on the road to water commerce.

In the silver carriage pavilion, the collector was the pavilion owner with half overt hair ties. Behavior that openly undermines authority, albeit ineffective, also greatly hurts Lacey's character as a woman.

"No more. You can't cheat on me."

Lacey pretended to be good at it and finally moved away.

Although only the gaze was still stitched into the two movements.

"Sorry about that. Come up to your lover's shop. Nevertheless."

"Oh, my God, don't end up on the phone."

"I'm surprised. Surprisingly, you're hot, you know, with a female knight -!?"

The collector peeled his eyes when he jumped and blocked his mouth. I can see Lacey in the haunted position quickly putting the glass in her hand on the counter and changing her blood phase and trying to come closer.

I waved and laughed lovingly, stopping.

"Please, shut up about the other women. I'll never be able to go back to the dungeon again. They could make me a body."

When the collector gently put his hands together, Rudge cracked his wrist like a bird and exaggerated the pain.

"Hmm. That's a great power. I'm a woman, too. Besides, this is advice, but I don't think a type like you can push a lie through to the end. I think it's better to talk to yourself before I find out."

"... what is it?

Rudge laughed with his nose, slicing the protruding cheese into his mouth with a knife, tilting the glass and pouring alcohol down his throat. Thin lips sensually distorted and white throat peristaled.

"Whatever you want. Besides, apparently the hard stories don't suit this store. Why don't we just hang around? It's going to be a long relationship, and let's try to deepen rapport at best."

"All right, all right. So, what do you say we continue on the bed?

"Oops."

The middle-aged man who was drinking next door coughed up hard.

You're in a bump, you're laughing off your ass and your nasty. They caught me and Rudge loosened his cheeks too.

The treasurer, who was delighted, noticed his words and actions, reddening his less embarrassing cheeks.

Rudge pressed the collector's forehead with his index finger so that he could resist.

"Are you a monkey? That's a lot of dictation, and you two could have dropped it. Whoa, this is disrespectful. But think calmly, lady looking at me there with frightening eyes"

Rudge tilted the cup and showed Lacey in the distance. I see a look that looks suspicious in the distance. I can't help but worry about the collectors.

"- I don't care what you think. I want you to tell me how you got caught up in this for the rest of school."

"You're rude whether you caught it or not. Yes, or else you don't go to heaven. He was attracted to lead the stars and the stars, or he was destined."

The collector held the glass and opened his hands horizontally toward heaven. Rudge muddles his mouth with a handkerchief when he puts the knife down. It was somewhat sophisticated.

"There are no human beings who don't match their appearance and behavior so far. Whoa, the star of that fate is getting closer and closer. Here."

"I wonder what you two are talking about. I want you to mix it up with me if you can."

"What, I was just wondering how Klund knew with a beautiful lover like you"

"Uh, do you care? Oh no, no more."

"What the hell was so good about Klund?"

"Haha. I wonder if it would be embarrassing to be asked face to face."

"Lacey, you're a terrible asshole right now."

"See. Our people, they have a bad mouth and they hang around, besides, they have no life skills. That's right. At first, I brought him to the store, where I was lost in the streets and shombolished. Somehow, she's like a cute big one. If I leave you alone, you won't be dead. I'm always hungry. One of these days, while we're together, right? I kind of wanted to leave. I wonder if you understand."

"Whoa, whoa. The process of meeting is missing. My cool active scene is being delighted. Then you're the only weak-headed guy who pulled the right guy."

"Oh, shut up, too, you shouldn't come in talking to each other"

"Huh? Huh!?

"Ha. That's right, Klando. You should read a little more about the atmosphere."

"Oh, good."

When the two gradually thrived, they left their collectors behind and began to thrive in stories different from reality. The collector suddenly started pouring alcohol at his disposal. I'm not even going to get drunk tonight.