Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was that guy who taught me how much fun it was to read a book.

- Rudge. Come on, what are we going to talk about today?

With Rudge on his knees, her grandfather Batley was bound to preface before slowly turning the old book.

For generations, the Biblionius family, the historian chief of the Romeless royal family, kept all the books of the East and West, ancient and present. Not long after Rudge was able to stand and walk, he went to his hidden grandfather's room and began to see the books piled up there.

Of course, I can't read the letters, but whenever I turned yellow parchment or thick pieces of paper, I let those little breasts twinkle. Old back cover or unique smell of ink or paper pieces. Rudge just sucked them all over his nasal cavity and everything was full.

The book is packed with the wisdom of mankind. I wanted to know everything about it.

Uncle, teach me the script.

Rudge was not at all comfortable with the faint nurse maid and poured strongly on his grandfather, who divided the blood.

It is an instinctive thing that desires unfulfilled affection. It was an act that toddlers couldn't even do.

Anyway, Rudge had dozens of brothers and sisters, and the nurse maid she was raising wasn't enthusiastic in every way.

By the way, his grandfather, who was hiding, was alone at the end of his eyes and nose from the mansion where Rudge lived, in the flowing place of a large tree of twigs and a quiet creek. When I soaked up breakfast, I stole the nursemaid's eyes and headed to my favorite grandfather's mansion every day.

Total gray hair sitting in a chair with a large body and flowing on the back.

My grandfather, who had accumulated plenty of white beards, always turned away with gentle eyes.

- Oh, hey, cute little rabbit, have you lost your way again?

My grandfather handled one serving of rudges that I couldn't even take off because they were funny.

- Come on, Rudge. Let's move on to the next step. Is it hard for me to lecture?

No, Grandpa. Tell me more, a lot more.

Rudge absorbed all knowledge so that the cotton sucked on the water. At the end of my grandfather's lectures and stories, I loaded the book so I could ride on my big knee and devour it.

Anyway, whatever the letter says.

Having lunch with my grandfather was one of my pleasures. Sweet syrup in that hot cake the maid brings. It was the first time I knew what it meant to fully enjoy a meal without being blamed for my demeanor.

When Rudge started celebrating his third birthday, he could almost keep up with his grandfather's story, showing strong interest, especially about the dungeon.

A legacy left by the first Romless King or an infinitely spread labyrinth that is said to last up to a hundred floors.

Countless monsters and plants and animals I've never seen.

I put my thoughts on them from the naive oral paintings and texts in the books, and exchanged arguments with my grandfather that I could not even call arguments in an awkward tone.

Rudge hated the nurse maid at the house, but he loved the old maid, Adeley, who was serving his grandfather.

She had always glistened securely like a discreet flower and smiled quietly. On the day the sun set with Mr., he went out to the garden, rinsed his ears of the creek spirals, and had a made-to-measure handmade lunch to relax.

Rudge had only seen the extent to which he counted his parents' faces since birth, but grew up with plenty of love from his grandfather and maid Adeley.

Everything was full of endless possibilities. Rudge didn't suspect that he was going to be a mixer. While in the high office of chief historian, my grandfather had the ironless ability to dive into the dungeons and carry out his adventures when he was young. Even in old age, he had a strong tea eye, and Rudge didn't know any more attractive man than he did, and he didn't think he would ever show up again.

Uncle. When I grow up, be your wife. Yeah. So we can stay together forever, right?

- Hmm? Ha, that's a chitty hard question. It's just hard for me.

My grandfather opened his mouth and laughed as he spun his gray hair around.

Why, you laugh! I'm serious!

- No, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, lady. But what do you want me to do with Jizzy like this?

Come with me, I'm going on an adventure! Kill bad knights and monsters! Yes! and!

- This is another cute knight. But ladies shouldn't imitate sword-wielding. That's what men do.

Ya! Rudge wants to have a sword, too. I'd like to go out and adventure.

- You're in trouble. In the meantime, I was wondering if you could put up with my story alone today.

I lowered my eyebrows like I was in trouble and still only my voice was bright and the story went on as long as I wanted.

Rudge listened with his eyes shining at the anecdotes of the fascinating adventurers that his grandfather had met, both one- and two-habits.

Hey, Grandpa. When you grow up, will you come with me to the dungeon one day?

- Oh, right. Rudge. One day, when you grow up.

Rudge looked at his hazy consciousness gradually awakening, somewhere far away, like other personnel.

(Oh. Speaking of which, he drank a lot last night)

Get yourself up off the couch. My sweaty back shirt was soaking wet.

When Rudge struck his tongue in his distorted vision, he searched for glasses by hand and put them on his nose beam, which he thought was too expensive for himself. Occasionally, the world regains its normality.

It was a private room with no tasteless, dry flavor, or even so elegant as usual. I don't remember how I came back to the mansion. Yesterday, I made a bare gesture that I always drank toward Klando, but it was the first time I stayed out regardless of my research since I was married to the Blackwell family.

I wonder who you feel comfortable with.

In the first place, I'm a widow.

My husband, who was born frail, is dead six months ago. The mouthless public were told Rudge was eating his legacy and doing whatever he wanted, but it wasn't roughly a mistake.

Labyrinth research costs a lot of money. No matter how much money I had, it wasn't enough.

Nor can any merchant even get his nose caught because these must be exactly other than aristocratic daoism and do not lead to discerning interests in his eyes. Occasionally, I wondered if there was a retarded Shinjitsu, who openly demanded my body. I don't wear it on my body, but once I got to the point where I was close to having her with me, I was really tired of not being able to agree to contraception. Not now, if you are pregnant with a child. Most of all, I learned that the more a man is rejected, the more he burns.

So, as far as I'm concerned, I have to continue my research, even as I scrutinize my husband's legacy.

I don't think about what lies ahead.

I dare you to forget how useful it might be.

Which is because research is pointless and unrelated to every event in the world.

"Around."

Take off your shirt and stand up. Moving to the window and opening the glass, a cool morning breeze washed and loosened the room. In the adjoining room, the maid is ordered to keep hot water in the tub. Rudge quickly jumped into it with his glasses on when he looked like he was still born.

Did you put it in last night, the contents of the tub were soaked, but enough to sweat.

Wipe body and moisture with plenty of towels. When I changed to a new shirt and a tight skirt, I fixed my makeup in front of my appearance.

"Ma'am, which way did you go last night?

Leaving his room, Caroline, an escort knight, raised her gold cuts as she chattered the long sword.

The short redhead to the shoulder area is very loose.

Though neat and conspicuous, she was a reputable knight to the men in the mansion because of her tight personality.

"Oh, already. Yeah, don't freshly start in the morning. My head's gonna kick in."

"Please don't! No matter how many widows you are, you can't keep your mouth shut and stay out here all the time without permission, because I can't do it anymore!

Caroline caught her colored eyes and barked as she gutted her fangs out. She was one of the so-called eye-catchers that Rudge was put on when he left his parents' house, the Biblionias.

Originally, there were about five other samurai, not just Caroline, but they couldn't stand the obvious figs of Rudge, who hated interference, and they all escaped.

The only thing left was one childhood escort knight on three levels: Caroline.

Rudge had a chest ache for herself that she was definitely missing her wedding term, but these days she no longer felt like it was better for her not to look at reality poorly, and the pain in her conscience had been much less.

"Huh. It gets more and more remote when you're so loud. Caroline, I think it's time you left me alone and went back to my parents' house and took care of my wife."

"Oh, shit, that has nothing to do with this. Ah! First of all, I have a fine role to play in protecting your wife. I've already dumped the woman!

"Ha. I dumped the woman, hey"

Rudge sighed deliberately, looking closely at Caroline's body. Unlike her meaty, thin, meaty self overall, Caroline was out right where her breasts and buttocks exited, especially the plate mails covering her breasts were specially ordered.

It lacks persuasion.

"I don't think anyone would nod as one of those, pretending to have ripe grapey breasts in front of me and yelling at me."

"Bubububu, don't say grapes or anything!?

Rudge set aside a wagamma-bodied female knight who denied it with a bright red face and headed to the room of his father-in-law, Lionel, the lord of the mansion. It was customary for Rudge to be returned to his parents, given also that he had not exchanged his children at the time of the fall of his husband, Uber, Lionel's eldest son.

At the time, however, she had already worshipped the honorable Royal Institute as a special professor, and had refused to return to her parents in addition to her father-in-law Lionel's illness.

Announce the visit in front of the room and step in quietly. There, on the pillow, Peshalot, the specialist doctor, was just in the middle of looking at the pulse.

"Good morning. Father-in-law. Be in a good mood today."

"Oh, Rudge. Morning. Isn't it beautiful today? Ha."

"... my father-in-law."

Seventy-five years later, Lionel slapped lightly with a low, glossy voice as she lay herself on the sleeping table. Lionel couldn't help but make a grin when he distorted his bloody white face.

He had terminal gastric cancer and fundamental treatment was impossible.

When Rudge lowers the peshalot, he becomes alone indoors. Rudge sounded like the clock needle had suddenly grown.

"Oh boy. With Peshalot's tough face, I can't even relax and talk to Locke. Sa. Pull over more. My father didn't have a day to see Rudge's face."

Lionel raised his voice all the brighter as he drew his skinny cheeks.

Rudge strokes slowly when he takes the hand of his father-in-law, who has become a crusty. Palms lacking temperature and moisture made me think of dry dead trees.

"Ho ho. I mean, it seemed like we had so much fun last night."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I'm not blaming you. Look, I was talking to you yesterday at noon, and you were with the adventurer."

"My father-in-law. Don't let yourself be misguided. I apologize multiple times."

"So I'm not blaming you. In the first place, you're no longer free. I don't care what kind of man you get along with, but there's no way an old man can complain."

"But"

"Ho, I wonder if that rudge is night out and if Uber has a teeth bite in the underworld. Ha, don't look like that. It's a joke, a joke. More than that, why don't you tell me where you talked about it last night?"

Rudge continued to talk unobtrusive considering his stepfather at first, but nature and words were running out to flow as he touched the Klanders last night. Lionel was smiling and listening with real pleasure to Rudge's story.

"-So, Klund empties the liquor bottle all at once when he suddenly takes off his skin."

"That's a fun man inside."

Rudge blued his complexion sassy as he entered a rather harsh line of conversation.

The mourning hasn't even dawned since the loss of her husband. It wasn't such a matter of laughing and talking to my father-in-law. Beat up the guy last night who was dancing to brain weather in his heart. A gentle big palm descended on Rudge's head as he lay on his face.

"Ahh."

My stepfather's palm slowly strokes her stiff head.

Lionel somehow had a part that resembled Rudge's grandfather, and that point was also one of the reasons why he wouldn't let her leave this house.

"So I'm not blaming you otherwise. Whew, Rudge. The man named Klund, you brought him to the mansion once."

"Huh?"

"Twenty years old? He sounds like an adventurer if you listen to him, but he's still young. From now on, you can acquire courtesies worthy of any aristocracy. One thing that bothers me is that you're four older people, but you have to be patient around it."

Your father-in-law? It means something. "

"What are you keeping? Rudge, if you have any sights, adopt a relative, and you take it as your son-in-law."

"Huh? Huh? Ha?"

"Rudge or. How many times have you been married to this house at the age of sixteen, and made such a face? No, human beings don't know who they are."

"No, that's not it. Father-in-law. It's a total mistake."

"Oh no, make your face so red. There's nothing to be confused about. Most importantly, it wasn't until we had a formal marriage that we became a true couple. Exactly. I can't say no to that."

"I do not mean that. Father-in-law!!

When Rudge left his father-in-law's room, Caroline, who was standing, silently followed him.

Lionel is a good man without deception.

He couldn't have been quietly my son-in-law, thinking about the future of Rudge, the widow, if he was distracting me, but not very much, but if that man was there.

Besides, there's no way our relatives would allow Rudge to remarry. By the death of Uber, the first son of Lionel and who had the right to inherit the territory, all authority once returned to the former Lord. Continuing, if Lionel were to recognize Rudge as his stepdaughter and welcome his son-in-law, all the vast estates of the Blackwell family, said to feed eight thousand soldiers, would take the form of Rudge inheriting them. My husband's relatives want to take Blackwell's last name from Rudge and kick him out. It is also while there is still the breath of our Lord Lionel.

No, the only immediate challenge with the relatives was in terms of which house to adopt them from and let Lionel get along with them. The only controversy is the inheritance left behind. No one had feelings for the Lionel individual. We don't even come to visit each other. Rudge had nothing but pity for his stepfather.

It's not like there's no intention in the rudge. If you burn your care in person, any one of you will gain some say over the inheritance of property that you will visit. The relatives only thought about her to the extent of a despicable bald tack aimed at the dead meat.

Targeting the vast wealth of the Blackwell family, Scavenger.

Naturally, Rudge didn't think he'd get that much profit either. After nursing the rest of my father-in-law's life, which would be few, I was going to earn the rest of my research expenses myself by getting enough of a share of my estate.

A promise I once made to my grandfather. Whatever happened had to be fulfilled.

For this reason, the more the arms stood, the more people looked for a clan that seemed good. Klund was just a good person.

He was young, hectic, and somewhere out of his way.

(That man will be my son-in-law. Damn, my father-in-law turns too much extra attention, too much)

"Um, ma'am. It's fun, but it's good."

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Nothing!

When Rudge waved his right hand to deceive him, Caroline obviously distorted his face.

The man stood at the edge of the stairs.

I guess I was about a hundred and fifty tall, and I was badly fattened.

No, it's not just a way of gaining weight.

There was a snoring unhealth that made every human being turn away from what he sees.

He weaves a robe made of good fabric, but his stomach poked out before ruined everything.

The hair is shrunk like bright black pubic hair.

You didn't take care of Locke, it was like a ravaged bird's nest.

The thin eyes crushed by the enlarged chunks of meat are so thin that the black eyes cannot be confirmed.

It's narrow enough to make me want to put my neck down to see if I can get a good view.

The lips are thick and it seems like two layers of catfish.

When the man opened his mouth, a messy pile of teeth that grew all over the mess looked oddly twisted.

Gorbot Blackwell.

He was the second son of Lionel, Rudge's brother-in-law and seven-year-old thirty-one.

"This is my sister-in-law. It's beautiful to see more today."

The bass is thrown out like a toad's throat is fried and crushed. Rudge was never used to the voice of his ex-husband's belly brother, Gorbot, whenever he heard it. I get puffy and goosebumps on my arms.

Rudge hated that shady personality more than his appearance.

It wasn't until I married the Blackwell family that I found out that my husband, Uber, had a belly brother.

His mother was the night woman held by Lionel in play, who had been born and raised in a whorehouse from an early age.

I've lived like a slave. The prolonged proof of ninja was engraved in the soul itself, not in the face, and there was no discomfort when it was said that the pah was forty years past. He would have been in a long and miserable situation, and he would have suffered. That made me feel compassionate too.

I was going to take care of him personally as a brother and wife.

But only in the beginning was this brother-in-law quiet.

When I found out my brother was sick and weak, I started to be overt in my attitude. Lionel had only two children, and it took her to decide that she was the only one to succeed the prestigious Blackwell family if Uber died. Hands out from one end to the maid. Ordered the butler to withdraw the money and provoke the Sanya. In the meantime, Golbot had an unusual obsession with Rudge.

Break into the room while Rudge is out and use his underwear to masturbate.

I plot to put a dish mixed with my body fluids into my sister's wife's mouth.

Paint the door knob of the room with a little bit of yourself, expect Rudge to grip it without realizing it, and hide and ask how it goes.

At last, he goes into exercising his powers, but after half-dead eyes due to the power of the Book of Magic, he no longer goes into direct action, but his cloudy eyes were always round to see that he was aiming at the tiger's eyes in an attempt to tarnish Rudge.

Golbot stretched his long pink tongue like a reptile as he crawled his gaze to lick from Rudge's leg to the top of his head. Who wet his lips?

"Hey, Gorbot, let's get back to drinking in your room."

A woman who obviously could tell she was a whore was selling the melancholy so that she could snuggle with the golbot.

His preferences were always thorough.

He was tall and slutty, preferring a tight type of woman with tight chests and buttocks.

"Gububububu. Well, don't rush it, kitty."

"No, Amen."

Golbot grinned with a disgustingly inferior face as he drew a cheap whore's hips. Caroline, a virgin, turned away in disgrace when she dyed her face into a Zhu.

"Lord Golbot. Though you are the second son of the Blackwell family to give him the Viscount. From day to day, such imitation will be cautious."

"That, that. Maybe, sister-in-law. You're jealous of me."

"What a fool."

"Hmm? Oh, that's okay. The truth is, my dear, as a replacement for my dead brother, I have to get along with my sister-in-law. Whoa, while the mourning hasn't dawned yet, it's not good to get along like that."

Golbot laughed with a proper disgusting face as he distorted his face full of pimples.

"As I said, I do not intend to befriend you like that"

"You don't have to lose the light. Hey, sister-in-law. Yeah. Dear me. Oh, come with me. Oh, everything's going to be fine. Whoa. Sister-in-law, hah, the huge legacy keeps me researching the labyrinth and woo-hoo. My dear, oh my darling sister-in-law and oh my god, it's so tiny and tiny to be one. Woo-hoo! Come on, Winn, Winn, right? Ah, yabe. Occasion. My sister-in-law's face. Oh, that's right."

"Stop. Such disrespectful remarks are unacceptable."

Rudge blamed Gorbot's despicable words and actions with a blue-white face as he cracked his throat.

"Ahhh. Whoa! My sister-in-law!! That angry face. Oh, wow, wow, wow! That's right. Ugh! More, angry. Yeah! Omg eh!!

"Hey, golbots. Well. It doesn't matter how old you are. Let's go to your room and do something nice."

"Ugh, the meat potty's talking. Eh! It will be fun!!

Gorbot suddenly had an eclampsia, stretching his arm and tightening the whore's throat from behind. The slut peels off her white eyes and peels hard.

Caroline was taken aback and shivered into small pieces as she sifted.

"Keehi."

The whore had a strange breathing sound and crawled her white, thin arms into the sky.

But to that extent, the actions of a man imprisoned by beastiality will not cease.

Golbot anomalies increased in intensity.

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!! Die, die. Yeah!!

The cockroach sounds dull and the whore's cervical spine crushes.

At the same time, Golbot shook his whole body with finesse with the expression of pleasure.

"Ahhh disappointed. Kill cheap sluts and numb!! Kuhihihi-ku. Hey, sister-in-law. After all, think about being with me. That way, from now on, I'll adore everyone every day."

"The anomaly! Lord Golbot, do you understand what you've done? No matter how many civilians they are, it's a felony under national law."

Rudge tricked his brother-in-law with a white face like paper. Most importantly, Golbot's harsh look at his sister-in-law was nothing but a masturbation story, but rather a reward.

Kedamomo was excited when he raised his groin again with a relaxed expression. He released more and more from the edge of his mouth.

"Huh? Oh, this is it. Daijibu, say it's okay. Don't worry about your future husband. The whore I picked up appropriately is like a toilet paper if you can give it to me. [M] Hey, Makarochiv. It's time, big guy! It's garbage cleaning!

Golbot hits his hands high.

Shortly afterwards, the wildlings of the giant body appeared as if they had refrained under the stairs.

He was well over two meters tall.

The breastplate was as thick as a bamboo, and the arm was as thick as twisting steel like a giant tree that had worked out for a long time.

The head is shaved up with no hair left, and the right forehead contains ink that mimics lightning.

The eyebrows fell thick and the eyes glowed like giraffes and beasts.

Makarochiv was a slave recently bought up by Gorbot and was a boxer of war at the Silver Villago Coliseum.

Makarochiv left the spot to drag the trash as he grabbed the whore's hair with one hand. Long red and black blood stretches the carpet with long hairy feet. The expression of melancholy grew darker on Rudge's expression.

(Why. Sure, even though Gorbot has been a bystander for a long time, he hasn't strayed from his regular track so far)

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm busy with a lot of things, so I'll go with this. Now I want to be close to my sister-in-law."

"Wait! Do this, your father-in-law can hear you, and how are you going to take responsibility if your medical condition is impaired!

"Ugh. It's okay. I'd rather have that, wouldn't I? Don't worry, I'm not going to have a cocksucker with blood on my hands."

"I will not be yours"

"What? So - it's such a matter of time. Even my sister-in-law said that if she died, she would rethink it out of her mind. Ma'am, I'm a Japanese rapist. My sister-in-law will wait until she opens her crotch from herself. You don't have to be so strong."

"I'm not strengthening anything else. Because I already have a place to remarry. To a Guess like you, there is no inheritance."

The look on Golbot's face. It solidified like dementia when I didn't know what it meant.

I put a lot of blanks down and suddenly exploded.

In him was recalled the means by which relatives were forced to thank Rudge for their son-in-law as a tough means over the distribution of inheritance. The opinions of closely connected relatives within the aristocratic class cannot be ignored.

In particular, Baron Ronikis, Lionel's brother, who was his uncle, was a fine and most troublesome extruder.

"Well, there's no way I can fool you with such a chopped lie! And I know it! My sister-in-law's still a virgin, actually! Brother Yuber, you've been sick since you were a young boy, and if you're an attorney, you're useless! So that's why the virgin on my sister-in-law is ah, sure, it's gonna be my thing. Whoa!! I have an appointment. Whoa! I can't accept using it for reserved virgins and other wild dogs. No!!

"Sorry to hear that."

"What?"

Gorbot gave him a dementia look when he drooled his jaw with a cock.

"My purity was dedicated to my remarrying partner, Clando Simon. Later, even if you got your hands on it, my cock is no longer in use!

Rudge licked his matte lips and twisted his hips to show them as he pelted out his red tongue.

"That's a lie. Ahhh!! Ahhh!!

Golbot scratched his face like he had gone mad and ran off on the spot crying.

"Oh, ma'am. What is it now?"

Caroline asks with a flashing look as she gives her eyes a decent look.

"Huh. I won"

Rudge had a nosy, winning look when he put his arms together.

"No, no, you didn't win!!

Caroline's sad scream echoed with her tail drawn.

Gorbot was the concubine child of the Duke of Lionel.

Until I grew up, I spent time slumming, and my destiny changed one hundred and eighty degrees knowing that I was a nobleman's downfall from the sight of my mother I happened to have. I was frightened by the size of the aristocratic mansion I would try for the first time. He was drawn to a noble man, who called him his brother, and could not even utter a word.

There were people who warmly welcomed themselves like that.

"Nice to meet you. You're my brother today."

I can clearly recall the day I first met her.

Glossy beautiful, long dark hair.

Shiny, gemstone-like eyes.

Slurry, even body.

The voice sounded like music in heaven.

Every time she moved her long legs, her white thighs went into her eyes and she was sober.

It is a goddess. Literally, Rudge was the ideal woman for Golbot.

I felt that meeting her was the best miracle in the world.

At the same time, he hated his brother from the bottom of his heart, who had the right to lay the goddess as his wife.

Rudge gently taught me the unfamiliar aristocratic manners as if they were real blood-connected sisters and brothers.

Whenever her exhale touched her cheeks, Golbot couldn't contain the nausea in her bringing a mucky head. This ugly, uneducated, just the seed of the Duke of Lionel connects himself with Rudge.

At this point, there was no disgust with Golbot on Rudge's side.

She wasn't the kind of woman to judge people by their appearance alone.

Yes, until you realize that a human being named Golbot is genuine evil itself.

More than anyone, my beautiful and noble sister-in-law.

If you can force that girlfriend to assemble, hold her down with strength, curse her with words to discredit human dignity, and defile her with your own fluids up to a hole called a hole, a hair.

That's what it would have meant to be who I was born to be.

"Don't be silly -!"

Don't joke, don't joke, don't joke.

"It won't be possible, but hey, whoa."

It must not happen in the unlikely event.

Livestock business, such as defiling her, other than yourself.

"She's my sanctuary. That's it, that's it!!

Golbot inadvertently ordered the giant man standing in the corner of the room to destroy all his own conditioning while raging wildly.

Fist fighter Makarochiv bought in by throwing a huge amount.

He is a fierce man who barely kills the Lions (Lios), known as the most powerful species of the subhuman race.

The number of enemies slaughtered in the course of a decade exceeds two thousand.

Martial genius.

He is the first champion of the Romless Fight, who was named “Iron Ho”.

"Find it. Use any hand, bring a man named Cland Simon this far. In front of the man, I'll show you plenty. My God, your goddess is breaking, Sama."

Golbot eyes. He wanted to burn too much with a distorted underworld flame.