Dungeon+Harem+Master

The morning of the maid knight Victoire is early.

Early in the morning, I wake up with the roar of Dawn Wu.

"Phew."

Bite the yawn to death and gain self-esteem. At this point, Hannah in the room is a white river night ship.

The sleeping face is unusual as a twelve-year-old girl, but the fact that Victoire, the Lord, is awake, but that the samurai is devouring her sleep, uproots the spirit of tolerance from within her.

Forced to pull Hannah's cheek.

After a while, I finally wake up in tears.

"Good morning. It's terrible, my lady."

"Shut up, why should I wake you up! Normally, the opposite would be true!

"Uh, let's not be so twitchy in the morning. Hannah has hypotension."

"Know what? Look, don't be shy. I'm coming."

"Uh, oh. Is that you?"

When you two are noisy in the bedroom, the door opens with a noise.

There, the hell-maid length (* Victoire point of view) knocking on the door frame with no expression was turning his tail upside down.

"Those guys. It's impossible to wake up later than me in a new habit."

"Ma, wait! I'm on my way! Hold on, hold on!

"Wait?"

The temperature disappears softly from Pordina's face. Originally just neat, it looked extra horrible.

"Oh, excuse me. Can you please wait!

"... my sister"

The dog ears are pinned and Pordina snaps.

Immediately corrected by Victoire, who perceived the intention.

"Please wait. My generous sister Pordina! Don't be silly, forgive my sister."

"Hmm."

Pordina gave a somewhat satisfying look as she shook her tail to the left and right. The Werewolves (Werewolves) who lived in the herd tended to focus unusually on sequence.

Pordina could not be an example of this, especially for the new Victoires and Hannah.

This was an interracial custom, not that she was special. Though it was unfamiliar to Victoire, a born Romless nobleman and a princess.

"Well, let's keep it this way today. You're busy with a lot in the morning. I have the honorable ritual of going to wake up your husband, so make sure you do your chores before breakfast. Have a good day, then. Oh, and."

Victoire wonders if there's anything there yet. Hannah is chewing up a big yawn to relax.

Good morning, my sisters.

Victoire replies with a pulled look. Hannah snapped her loose voice muffled. Pordina is slowly distancing herself while making a stiff boot noise when she closes the door. Victoire sighed heavily, pulling out his shoulder and holding his flowing blonde hair at his fingertips.

"Phew, don't be nervous in the morning"

"Haha. Lady, you're super freaked out! I don't know."

"Oh, you are ahhh!!

"No, no, I wanted to be there. Ugh."

Victoire pulled Hannah's cheeks to the left and right, leaving them to force, leaving them in a semi-crying state to exude stress. When I did, I went to work in the morning trying to kick Hannah's ass, who takes the time to get to herself.

Nevertheless, the princess mansion purchased by the collector was vast inside.

Normally, no matter what you think of maintaining this hall, more than ten people need slaves.

The responsibility was immense, and everything rested on Pordina's arms, he said. The workload was not unusual if you think Pordina was doing it alone, from the kitchen maid laundry maid housemaid gardener headkeeper to the samurai dedicated to the keeper, Azuma, to working at night.

It was only possible if he was a beast man with extra-people endurance and endless stamina. Now I can't afford to turn a blind eye to anything else.

"So a little more, with all due respect to my efforts, I think!

"Fighto, hang in there. There you go, lady."

"You clean it too. Yikes!

Victoire ripped his teeth off when he grabbed Hannah's root, which set the sight of the heights. Even when it came to cleaning the mansion, the variety was so mountainous.

By the time you open the curtains, change the air in all the rooms, dust the carpets in the rooms, polish the furniture, wipe the windows, polish the stairs and remove the dirt from the gates, just Hannah will also be silent. Hannah was clever but lacked enthusiasm and tenacity.

"Oh, my lady, not so much in mind again. Where I don't normally use it, it's okay.

"No, because. We need to clean it up properly."

"Yeah, thank you, young lady. Maybe you're the type to give up."

"That can't be happening. I just feel sick if I don't do it securely. Totally."

At the end of the cleaning, look for Pordina for a report.

"Well, I know more or less where you are."

"Ugh, I don't feel comfortable"

Victoire hesitated to knock on the door when he stood in front of the vaulter's room. I can't feel the pink air emanating from the front of the door and speak up.

"... there's a lot of air. In this, there is no better place for livestock like that."

Victoire was a virgin. Besides, there is a cleansing part.

"Again. Well. Anyway, Mr. Pordina is just serving the brave. Isn't it beautiful subordinate love?"

"Yes, I don't like it. If you want to see it so badly, you can see it alone."

"Hmm. Hmm. Oh, really? Hannah is intrigued by her age, so I'm going to take a closer look at her."

"On your own. Wow, wow, I'll never see that! I've already seen it."

Hannah opened the door to the vaulter's room thin and wanted to see what was going on inside. Hmm, or, haha, he took a surprise look at me sometimes.

"Aww. Ya, Mr. Pordina, it's amazing. You're such a tall brave thing."

"You don't have to explain it!

Hannah gets progressively excited watching Pordina serve, or she breathes roughly and dyes her cheeks bright red. Hannah, who is cancerous at her mid back, grabs her skirt in front of her and narrows her eyes and looks like a trance. Something sucks in everything. It took a Victoire stop.

"Hey, what are you trying to do!

"What?"

"Stop it! Asshole, you haha!!

"... you're so loud now, lady. This will interrupt your concentration. I'm going to sit in the middle for a bit to freshen up my mood, so thank you for reporting."

Hannah stood up and handed Victoire her shorts off, and the footwork gently rushed out in the direction of the toilet.

In the hallway, only Victoire, with his shorts in his hands, was left stunned. From the narrow open door, you can hear strange noises leaking. Victoire turned his face bright red and blocked both ears in the palm of his hand.

Victoire modged as he blushed, checking the area as a kick and then peeking softly inside the door.

Peeping Demon Maid Knight, it is a super-extinct birth here.

(This isn't a peek or that kind of hideous act, that, that! It's a simple confirmation! Because there is no way I can have a distorted interest in such an obscene act, and that, if I don't finish my report on the end of the work forever, I can't move on to breakfast!

Completing his warped theoretical armament, Victoire peered softly inside as he thrilled his chest.

"Wow, no..."

There was the figure of Pordina, who served the Lord in the open morning sun.

Has the collector on the sleeping table not yet awakened, or is he standing asleep with a big letter? But the man you're exposing from his underwear doesn't matter! and had all become upright real-estate kings.

(Wow, wow, wow! So what are you doing!?

Victoire was screaming in her heart, but staring at her as she ate without distracting herself from her slutty behavior.

"Hehe, your husband. You're doing very well this morning."

(How are you? What? Me, I don't know!!

"Mmmm!!

A creeping scream leaked through Pordina's throat.

(Oh, wow. Are you going that far? Really?)

"Oh, there it is."

(What a waste? What a waste of a haunting?

And the maid's service ends. Because the maid is a maid.

When Victoire saw it through to the end, he naturally woke up and saw the collector starting the chat and finally succeeded in speaking up.

"What's the matter, Victoire? Does it hurt even in your stomach?

"That's right. If you're in the bathroom, don't put up with it. You'd better go."

"I'm not putting up with it, and it's totally related! And Hannah is too nasty. We're eating."

"Excuse me for this -"

Victoire was violently upset as he watched Pordina cut the eyeball grill apart flat.

Standing behavior such as that which had not previously been intense insanity was calm itself.

It seemed to change enough for Victoire to question his perceptiveness.

"Oh, take the salt, brave man."

"Yes, sir."

The collector slipped the bin of table salt slightly as he responded to Hannah's request. When Pordina cuts the eyeball grill apart, she carries it to the mouth of the collector with a fork. The slightly floating, merciful look was not as appealing as it made what you see seem.

(But I didn't expect such a beautiful daughter to imitate like she did earlier as a matter of course. Is that what slaves are)

Victoire carried the cup to his mouth with a crease between his eyebrows. It is milk tea with plenty of sugar. She was as graceful as a Hollywood actress when she seemed, but her tongue was an octopus tongue, a super sweetheart.

Normally, the Lord does not eat with slaves or servants, but the collectors were particularly reluctant to do so. Meshi seems to be a fun but motto for everyone.

(In the first place, what is this kind of table?)

The collector deliberately ordered a round table for the meal, so that we could all surround the dishes together. So everyone ate together at the Princess Mansion.

The only exception is Pordina. She never tried to hold the spoon until at any given time the keeper could fit less than half the breakfast in her stomach.

(No matter how dull I am, you'll see. Pordina, I don't understand at all, but apparently she's in love with Klando)

Victoire's perception seemed to hit, which was different in Dayuan.

I fell in love with Pordina's treasurer, but I couldn't count on the level that it was love.

I admire it.

Exactly, for Pordina, the treasurer was God himself.

It's not enough to dedicate everything. It was in her that such a stage had been reached. This difference in perception triggers one more incident within Victoire and Pordina, but it was a fatefully inescapable matter.

"Your husband, uh"

"Oh. uh."

Pordina opens her mouth wide to toddle with a swinging look and carries a slice of baked bacon on the spoon to the collector.

When the collector opens his big mouth and chews the toy, that makes the flower smile open. It was a possessor-only charming face that I would never show anyone else.

(Nevertheless, how can I be angry without interruption when I get caught flirting right next to you like this!

"Haha, well, why don't you let your little lady beat you?"

"I can do that! And don't read people's feelings!

Victoire is more or less over breakfast with complicated feelings.

If breakfast is recommended, work will continue.

The merciless director of the Pordina Maid gave me a cold instruction.

"Victoire is a grasshopper. Hannah is a re-inspection and re-cleaning of cleaning."

"Why not! What's wrong with the way I clean!

Victoire protests with his eyes triangled.

Pordina put her hands on her hips and opened her crimson mouth.

"You have a rough way of doing things."

"Hahaha, my lady says it's coarse and coarse!

"Laugh at me. Ahhh! You have no choice, because you've never done this before!

"It won't be about bragging. It's Vee. It's time to come to this mansion for a week. You can get used to it a little bit. I'm a lot less handy than Hannah."

"Yay, yay. My lady, you're pissed off."

"No, no, no. This guy was originally a maid. I'm a Kingsguard knight. Isn't it wrong to compare in the first place?

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Don't leave me alone!

Hannah tunes in on Pordina's reprimand.

Victoire's shape changed like a young man.

"... Hannah. I need to talk to you later."

"Uh. No, I'm frightened."

"It's useless to be fragrant. I'll do it, I will."

"Talk to me after work."

As he turned his sperm into the grasshopper without anger, he saw the treasurer, the lord of the mansion, leave with a hellish face.

During the day, it is not the first time that the collector is in the mansion. He would be wandering around calling himself diving in the dungeon.

But somehow, I think it's worthwhile to pull the money from somewhere. Victoire, who has suffered with all of the Kingsguard Knights on a thin salary, understood the awesomeness.

Even if I wanted to be sent from my parents when I had trouble, I could understand how little gold I would be free.

"Should it be called one talent? Mm-hmm. Here we go."

Victoire pulled the weed out of the flower bed nervously. She was, by the way, the type to poke around.

The princess mansion was shallow after she bought it and there were many parts where she could get her hands everywhere. I think we should leave it to specialist craftsmen to take care of the garden. In fact, such an offer was made by the collector himself, but it was Pordina's gentle rejection of the proposal.

According to the reason given, the purpose of the house was to do it in our own hands as much as possible, but the truth was a healthy idea of her wanting to save the Lord's money at all.

"Damn, how far would I feel if I made sure that guy liked me? Fine, I'm tired, this is"

By the time each of the three of them gets to work, it will be lunch time.

Think it would be an awkward time without the treasurer, and it would bring three women together.

Flowers bloom in the chat.

Pordina also opened her mouth quite often, which was not hyperventilating.

Most likely, it was a stema that lifted the Lord's keeper.

Besides, it was pretty obvious and insignificant.

Lunch gives me something pretty gutty.

Meat, to be specific.

Burning steak, soup made with plenty of cheese and butter, hamburger tangled with plenty of sauce. Steamed grandfather, fluffy white bread.

And the dessert is chocolate mousse with plenty of raw cream and sugar.

Heavy calories.

Pordina is modest as to whether her appetite is considerably suppressed while the collectors are in the mansion, but if it is only between women, she showed a rather flourishing appetite. She is a super and carnivorous woman. She said, "I can't stand the caress like your husband's beast without something as nutritious as this".

If you let Victoire talk to you, I don't know, no. in the mood.

Work will continue in the afternoon. Sometimes, Pordina goes shopping, so Victoire is left to leave a message.

Actually, I work hard in the morning, so unexpectedly my free time can come up. Don't miss that opportunity, wash your clothes while the ghosts are gone, and let Hannah serve and enjoy the tea party.

Let them make baked sweets, beat their tongue drums, read poems and enjoy a nap.

Sometimes, the sale comes and goes. When Hannah responds, Victoire is often reluctant to come out because many people insult her as young and show signs of indignation.

The sale of goods is diverse.

That's from everyday groceries, vegetables and meat. From unknown magic items to the tensile shape of the evening offering.

The man who visited the princess's mansion this day was also a man who specializes in selling the tools for the night of that hand.

"We're on time for that. Let's get you out of here early."

"Ha ha, well, well. That's right. I won't let it get in the way. Hey, beautiful maid."

The man at the merchandise store, forty there when he was old. He was skinny, but had a fat face with a lot of energy. The man looked at Victoire, who walked out the front door, and openly lowered his eyes.

Flowing golden beautiful hair, fresh green eyes.

Crying bogs in my eyes unconsciously stimulated a man's liking.

Busty breasts are pushing up and sticking out the tung and maid clothes.

The man was so passionate about his eyes that he seemed to push them down instantly without Hannah beside him that he was congesting them bright red.

"How about this tension shaped blackness? Hey, you're a slave from that collar, right? The owner of this mansion adores you every night, doesn't he? If you use this tool to raise your voice, your old husband will get excited, too, right? You don't mind if I teach you how to use it specifically, do you?

Victoire's eyes narrow softly.

Hannah put her hand on her forehead like she was in trouble and snapped.

"Heh, how to use it. I wonder how to use that. Professor, I'd like to ask you something."

"Whoa! Hehe, let's see. I like you a lot, too, mon. All right, all right. Older husbands will do their best to stroke your prickly tits and ass. This is my thing that makes business women obsessed, and it's so cute. Whoa. My stuff is awesome. That's the one dish you want to use as many times as you want. Look, look. Why don't you just let me in? I don't care if your young sister adores you. Two or three shots, my stuff can buzz anytime, anywhere!

A softly white magnetic hand was offered to the excited merchandising.

Victoire laughs at the garlic, twisting it to invite his fingertips.

The man handed him a black tension shaped as he drowned.

The fingertips grip the luster made of boneless buffalo horns.

The man's nose spread wide, left and right with dirty anticipation.

"Fuhihihihi. Hey, what's up? If you want to use it on this front porch and show it to me, you can study it specially for the price!

"Right. I know exactly how to use this."

"Oh, my God, it doesn't look good on your face."

"Here it is!!

"Oops!?

Victoire slammed the blackening tension shapes straight into the man's mouth.

The tensile shape made of buffalo horns is quite stiff, no matter how much the tip was sharpened. The tension pierced the man's front teeth vertically into his throat when he broke them without leaving them.

A broken yellow tooth slipped through the marble floor and scattered.

Victoire broke himself and stuck his long leg in the belly of the coughing man. Zun, and whether the hard part of his toe had eaten up, the bounced man twisted himself and scattered the contents of his stomach.

"Scumbags like you! What do you think of me? Don't be ridiculous! Oh, my God!!

"Higi-yu! Yum, yum, yum! Yes, no! Come on, come on!

Victoire kicks the backs of a merchant who circles herself and begs forgiveness with an angry look.

The long hair was bulky and shaky and the headdress fell off and rolled. Hannah rushes to pick it up.

The anger crushed the area.

"Who are you to deal with! So much, I want to look like a light-ass woman! Still, I'm a flourishing Simon family slave knight! Victoire de Barthelmy!!

You were driven to anger by your own words, swinging your ankles down the back of the man's head as you tided your cheeks. A voice, like a wildcat's death, was released from the man.

"Hiya! Woe to you! Crazy bastard. Yeah!!

"You really figured it out. Ahhh!! What a mess to know about this mansion as Krander's!!

"No, my lady, you're icky. Hannah is happy that your daughter is well."

Whether adrenaline was secreted in the brain, Hannah's voice seemed to be heard in Victoire. The man, crying out, "Yes, he's an anomaly," runs away with his luggage scattered. From the other side of the gate, I could see Pordina returning in the wrong place.

Victoire squeaks his nose, his arms together to create a tremendous Doya face.

That was exactly the look on his face.

"How about that! You see, I defeated the merchandise!

"Victoire"

"What!

Victoire sparkled his green eyes and turned to Pordina like a loyal dog rewarding him.

"Dirt, clean it"

Pordina held the shopping bag, and when she cracked her nose, she made a tannic surface showing the man's diarrhea with her gaze. Hannah walks into the mansion to pick up a bucket and a rag with a bitter laugh.

Victoire returned to me. In embarrassment, I turned my face bright red.

"Oh, and"

"Okay. All right, give me a break for the novel already."

"Sounds like you've also been equipped with a consciousness as a slave to the Simons. As long as I'm happy as a sister. so that we can continue to refine."

"Huh? Yes. Hmm? Ahhh!! Nyaaaa!? No!!

Victoire thought back on his own words and actions for a while as a pocan, and was violently stunned.

At dinner, a rare collector came back and we all ate together. Anything, I hear the Ninth tier offense is complete. They also got quite a treasure, and when they showed me a bag full of crunchy gold coins, the joy filled me like mine.

It was an uninterrupted unity that was not gained in the Knights.

The collector said that now he had a down payment to upgrade the inner bath of the memorial. Anything, in his world, it seems to be wind currents to squeeze alcohol while taking a bath.

Getting in with the collector is out of the question, but I thought it wasn't a bad idea to give Hannah a try when she came in so much.

Into the water and wash away the fatigue of the day.

The honored maid room is with Hannah.

Pray to God on the bedside and slip into clean sheets. No worries whatsoever.

Victoire stayed put, trying to soothe his consciousness.

Suddenly, I realized.

"Ohhhhh!!

"Duh, what's wrong? Lady!?

"... I also spent the day as a maid today"

A flashy look.

Hannah dived into the sheets with Gossogoso when she tongued like she was bored.

When Victoire fulfills his mission, it's still, far away.