Dungeon+Harem+Master

When the collector returned to the princess's mansion, he lifted another commotion. Instead of late conjunctions, he visited the houses where numerous moves and messengers took their place from the women's homes. With the exception of Pordina, who is a slave, and Lacey, who has no parents, they are all wealthy households, such as aristocrats and big merchants.

Victoria hand-windled well, no great stuffiness at the sudden wedding from any house, and the liturgical event ended in about seven days. In one way or another, each household seemed to have a good sense of relief that they could have been in trouble, and their troubled condition could be known uniformly. In that regard, the point that not everyone seemed so blessed with family love left a spot in the heart of the collector.

Most importantly, with regard to Pordina's status as a slave, which seemed controversial, he was to be set aside in the hope of the person in question. Slave to husband spoiled to become a full wife, but she turned herself in, and only she meant that marriage was only in form. Pordina is the possession of the keeper until the end of its raw. She had an incomprehensible commitment to the rest of us. She probably was the only one who knew why, and the keeper didn't try to ask me in particular.

All in all, the collector, who settled everything in one form, had enjoyed the morning's meltdown slowly for a long time. I haven't had my first night with anyone yet, not very busy, while marrying as many as eleven wives. Sleeping alone was a tough thing for a vigorous collector, but the wounds and health drain of the streak were greater than I thought. It is a life-threatening condition that is sudden over there, but the body does not follow. He gradually awakens as he remembers the glare in the morning sun pouring out of the gaps in the curtains. I feel a subtle thrust on my erect in the morning poking up my underwear and try to move my limbs, but I can't move like my whole body was tangled up.

"Hmm? Hey, what..."

When I crack my nose, the unique body odor of a little woman rises from inside the sheet. Moving his fingers on both hands, he did have the elasticity of soft meat. In the first place, even though it's a room without fire, it's unusually warm in bed at high temperatures.

"Ohh! It's morning, Klander. Stay awake..."

Lacey opened the door to the room with momentum in her eyes. Was I preparing breakfast, I found it stiff with a white bandana wrapped around it and the balls in my hand shaken up.

"Hey, what's this fumble"

"Yeah. Help me... it's gold bondage. Weird phenomenon."

"Yes."

Lacey moves up her sleeping blanket. There were appearances of Pordina, Sizka, Hilda and Meriandale, clutching to the hands and feet of the treasurer.

"Wow, that's a big fish..."

"Hey, wait a minute. Actually, I just figured it out, too. Stop looking at me like that."

"Hmm. Let me just cook for you and treat you well."

"Ahhh, handling cookware unimpeded. Eh."

When Lacey silently released her balls, she threw the stripped blanket over her sleeping table again.

"Hey!?

The collector pointing his lips. No, Lacey breaks in through the gap between the thigh and the blanket with a quick move. The weight and softness of the meat crawling up his upper body made his natural and stiff groin harder.

"Pfft."

Lacey laughed with an innocent face as she put her face out between the chest plate and blanket of the treasurer.

"Ooh."

"Eh heh. Good morning, Klando."

"Mmm, oh, good morning"

"Hey, good morning greetings, do"

Lacey closed her eyes softly when she put on her lips for a moment. Hold your head together and crease together. Plumpy, then smelled like sweet hacka. The collector broke her lips and slipped her tongue down, enjoying the feel behind her twitchy teeth and gums. He sends saliva as he wraps his own around Lacey's tiny moving tongue.

"Mmm..."

By the time he leaked his chopped exhale, in the first place and out of his blanket, Meryandale looked at him with his eyes glistening.

"Ah, good morning. Krando."

"Good day, Mary. But why are you here, naturally?"

"Well, it got kind of awfully rusty, you know. Oh, good morning, Lacey, too."

"Ohh!

Lacey replies cheerfully as to whether her drinking was lowered by soaking the morning ceremony.

"Hey, that. Klund, I want you to."

Meriandale shyly turned her index finger around. He held Meryandale as he naturally did and sucked on his pully lips. Smaller. Licking it around, the collector was wrapped in an unusual excitement.

(Do it. I've been a super winner in the morning, taking the place of these two beautiful girls. Besides, it's both my daughter-in-law. Like this.)

"Yan."

"Mmm. Oh, Krander. Eh."

"Ha. Is it not good or not?"

The collector eagled Meryandale's breasts with his right hand as he nodded his face to Lacey's chest. The two, instead of reluctant, would rather "touch more. Take more" aura out all over the place. The two eyes had a burning fever for the treasurer, which was all spontaneously revealed affection.

"In the meantime, get up"

When the collector wakes up, Sizka, who was clinging to his left arm, clings to his body with a sleepy look. Pordina, who was entangled in her legs as she took the blanket she was wearing, kept her body smaller and her tail rounded. As she instinctively crawled on all fours and stretched, she dyed her cheeks shyly, being the warmest war-wolf (Wearwolf).

"Are you tired? It's rare that you're a sleeper."

"... sorry"

"And, I mean... I asked Pordina to wake up Klund. Why, it's a little muddy."

Lacey, sitting on the edge of her bedroom, turns her nose to the ceiling as she lifts her hair.

"That, uh, warm. Your husband. Breakfast will be cold, so let's boil it."

"Uh, no deception."

Huh, Sizka rubbing her eyes as she becomes, is depressed as she grabs onto the bottom of the collector's hem.

"Well, Hilda won't wake up at all."

A troubled voice sounded as Meryandale pointed at Hilda, rounded like an eel on the sheet. Hilda rests in peace as she hugs her pillow. The collector rubbed his sparse beardless beard as he bit the yawn to death.

"In the meantime, let's get some sleep"

Hilda left it on the sleeping table for now because there was no sign of waking up from shaking. Moving to the dining room, all the rest of the women were already in their seats. Raise one hand and say hello. I forced them to come to the round table with straw.

Artemisia, who has been subtly far from the collector, is waving a flicker. Rudge next to it closed the book he was reading and let him wink with one eye.

After a while, Victoire, holding a large pot, stretches his spine and walks over. Behind them, Pordina, Lacey and Hannah bring one breakfast after another with hot air standing in turn.

The collector didn't understand, but apparently, the meal in this house is spinning in constant rotation for now. Smell the fragrant soup and the burnt chicken made me naturally hungry. Meryandale, who was sitting next to him like no other, gave me a funny grin. Victoire heard of a luxurious belly worm. I closed one eye as if I was frightened.

"Won't you just wake up, at all? The dish will get cold."

"Good morning, Victoire. In the morning, yes, don't get up. You're so beautiful."

"Just slap on the light mouth and get in your seat.... it's too late."

"It's a nasty thing to do in the morning. It would damage Klund's mood. Shut the fuck up and go to work."

"Ahhh!?

Sizka, sitting next to the zodiac's left, grabbed Victoire with her bare shoulder.

"Who's the youngest, who's the one. Sizka, if you stick your head in the pan, it'll warm up a little and make your brain move better."

"Klund, the collar is bent. As a knight, familiarity is essential."

"Oh."

"Ignore me. Ahh!!

Sizka ignored Victoire's words and began to repair the mess on the collar of the collector in a worthy manner. Meryandale holds both ears in his palm and begins again.

After all, these two are arguing when they touch each other. At first, Artemisia and Lacey, who were in arbitration with Oro, also started to ignore half of them.

"Fair enough, brave man. Consider how your daughter feels. I bark like a puppy, but this morning's breakfast is a delicate demonstration of my new wife's desire to be served to brave men before they get cold."

"No. I mean, Hannah. You're the soup clerk this morning because you skipped on your own."

"Ladies, there is no such thing as a soup clerk in this house. Hannah neglected to cook in general."

"It would be worse. Later, it's a punishment."

"Kicha. Brave man, my husband again. Well, your daughter is going to molest Hannah."

Hannah quickly fell out of Victoire's sight, diving under the round table and sticking her face out of the vaulter's groin. It's a pretty kick-ass attitude from first thing in the morning. Victoire's face was riddled with angry colors.

"In the meantime, let me eat as slowly as I can"

It is said that it is fornicating if three women come, but they are all born in good houses. Where the breakfast was relatively peaceful, everyone moved from the dining room to the colloquial room to enjoy their after-dinner clothes. Where I have a light dessert, Hilda ran over with half a cry eating up my breakfast. As the collector was drinking up the contents of the cup, lightly taking Hilda away, the door opened and one woman appeared. Perfect for a tight body, the garment is unique to the step elf, which prioritizes ease of movement. She bowed her head on one knee and took a thank you to you as she came straight to the front of the collector.

"Good morning, Mr. Klund. By order of the King, I am to serve you from today on, it is Loulou. Please tell us what happened next."

"Long time no see. I didn't hear that...... whoa whoa!?

As the collector wolfed and raised his voice, Pordina, who had refrained next door, picked up his ears and wandered slightly. Duh, I saw Karen. She opened her eyes and shook her head to the left and right of the boom. Apparently, he didn't know Loulou had been sent.

"Huh? Serving, what? For a limited time?

"No, if I dare, will that mean until my life runs out? Of course, Krander is all you want."

Loulou was pointing his trusted eyes at the collector while a loyal dog awaited his husband's life.

It is something that will change if it changes. From the first time I met her, the more she resented and despised the safekeeper, the more human, she was like someone else entirely.

It is the so-called natural transition from the tung phase to the dele phase.

When the collector was distracted, Loulou was thanking everyone who was on the spot. There saw no compulsive part of it, for it was commanded, and there was only a stern thanksgiving to the Lord's wife to all on the spot. The aristocrats Sizka and Artemisia were accustomed to such rituals from an early age or only naturally received them, but to the birth of the city house Lacey was a body of fear and despair.

"Sort of? What the hell have you been ordered to do by your father?"

Karen snorted with dignity as she put on her arms. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Didn't the princess already know? If you recall where I used to serve."

"Ah......!

Karen put her hand on her mouth and bent her long ear upwards with a pin. Apparently, something came to mind. A rushed collector prompts ahead.

"Why? What's the right answer?

"I used to serve as a woman in the king's rear house. If you say so, I will be running Harlem today."

"Harlem!?

As the collector sipped his saliva, his eyes were emptied as he moaned his shoulders. Everyone would admire the word Harlem once and for all. Let the extinct beauty serve her, let her serve herself as she pleases, and eat her meat thoroughly. Of course, there is no need to think about details such as contraception. The goal is to conceive the king and the countless beauties from one end.

Enjoy it on a daily basis.

Enjoy side by side.

Of course, you don't have to worry about time. All you have to do is sleep on the same floor, and keep wandering until nightfall, and sleep to faint, and if you wake up, devour the flesh in front of you again. Taste the world's finest delights while intoxicating with wine while mucus fills the strange incense.

"Uhh, uhh.... is!?

Notice Rudge's squeaky face on the diagonal right front, coughing unexpectedly. Behind you, don't look back. Because it's kind of scary.

"All right. Guys, let's listen to Loulou. It must bring something meaningful to the rest of your life."

- Mostly in my life.

Here's what Loulou said. It is evident from the fact that the collector, late and to marry a multitude of wives, set up a mediator, Victoria de Barthelmy, the deputy of Cliad Cann and Uncle Andrew, the king of step elves. But for one thing, order is needed for something called the "rear palace".

"Whatever the private circumstances, to the Lord, that is to say, to the wife that Master Klund married, to do as a first order means to make a child."

"Eh."

"Oh, oh."

"Well, it is."

"When you're so openly told, hey"

"It's lit up."

Everyone blushed where Loulou's story touched a fairly direct core. Not so much time has passed since breakfast, and the day hasn't even reached Jomtien yet. Besides, there were so many miscellaneous events about marriage that none of them were having their first night with the collectors. Except for a few, they're still teenagers. When the first period came, women of this era were a world of tough survival competition, where they interacted, had no children, and continued to have children, as they did every year, and some of them managed to grow.

That is why it is not so open-minded to sex that some religions even have extreme doctrines that do not allow caressing during the union of men and women, and one cannot measure perception in individual sexual knowledge in the measure of modern man. As far as Artemisia was concerned, it was the beginning and end of a long stretch that was shrinking away from anyone's eye.

"Hey, is this like talking in the morning?"

Nellie, the only professional woman in this world who has an independent life, can be called the only one, has a tender attitude. She is immersed in her existing strong sense of chastity, both in this and in her daily dealings with a large number of human beings. In that regard, Hilda was more bulky than Lacey, who ran the tavern, and Hilda, who watched daily religious officials who were more sexually relegated.

"Dear Nelly. Of course, it's an important story. It is the most important task for this Loulou that he has commanded the king to continue to protect the company of the Simon family by giving birth to his wives to the heirs of Mr. Klund. Mr. Klund is a hero of a lifetime. You said so much about sins against the world, such as interrupting the Lord's martial unjust courage, rigor, and the child who inherits gall. You are all there to inspire us every day with your intentions."

"Wah-wah. Eh, chi, huh? So, so what exactly?

Hilda urged ahead as she turned her face bright red.

"Basically, you and your wife will be together every day because you are young, but once every seven days, you will rest. This is the main focus of making it easier to conceive by making the seeds thicker as well as vacant, as encouraging them without rest at all can damage your body. Exceptions will be made, however, when you are not in the mood of Mr. or Mrs. Krander, or when the moon itself comes. And besides, we have something like this."

Loulou lay his eyes down when he put a small box on the table.

"This, could it be a whale?

Meryandale gets a little corner of the box.

"Krander will draw a bill from inside this box every night, whenever he wants to. After dinner, if you want to be together, please put a note in this box with your name on it, and then fate will decide everything."

"whale, what is it"

Lacey compared the box to Louloulou's face with a complex look. Sizka clapped her arms and nose uncomfortably next to it.

"I don't need this stuff"

"Can I ask why?

Rudge asked in surprise.

"Because Klund is determined to want to spend every night with me. So we don't need this stuff. Huh?"

Sizka looks up with a sweet eye. The knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-kn

"... and some acts of self-indulgence in this way may disintegrate the Back Palace and thus destabilize Mr. Klund's mind. In order to remain fair, each of us must act in accordance with discipline. Thank you for your understanding, gentlemen. Do not think it is all for the Lord"

Sizka was not stupid. Even I felt sorry for distorting my face. Behind you, Victoire giggles all the time here. You felt evil, and when you two faced each other at such a distance that your face stuck together, you stripped off your awesome fighting spirit and stared at each other like a fighting dog.

Loulou's opinion is good. Fairness arises when so many wives only encourage their identification.

"Love is not to be given equal"

(Something like this, it's not the ideal harem I was thinking about. Something different...)

Sleeping with a woman is even going to routine-work, and a little dissatisfaction lingers. However, in the long run, the choice method called whale may be Ali. If a collector arbitrarily chooses someone to spend every night with, there will still be a lot of dissatisfaction there, but this method, based on Tsuki, makes it easy for a woman who was not chosen to give up. I can't help it because I'm a whale, and I won't have any trouble with it.

"So I'm just going to pick someone for you, Klando, starting tonight. Again, here, I would like to make it a priority for those who have not yet overlaid their skin. Pretty disheartening, but raise your hand if you haven't had any pity among your wives yet."

Loulou's words. All remained silent and no one raised their hands.

"Was it a bad way to ask? Then please raise your hand if you are no longer loved by Mr. Klando."

All silent. Frozen on the spot.

"Then the virgin."

All raised their hands sassy.

There are only liars here.

"... hey too"

Loulou got a little tearful.

(Nevertheless, it was a good suggestion inside to wuss the order of eh)

Loulou's way was largely dissatisfactory to the women. Anyway, they're still the majority in their mid teens, in their dreamy years. If we were to quail the order of the animals so as to sow them, they would be too flavorless and dry.

After lunch, the collector left the princess's mansion without taking anyone to the Adventurers Union (Guild). The women have no trouble cleaning up the household tools and everything else that they brought into the mansion from their parents' house. Each mansion will be given its own private room, where it will live after. It was almost no longer necessary to bother going all the way out to the union's office for Meryandale and Rudge to work together to create a transfer team that could fly into the dungeon inside the princess's mansion. If you wanted to dive, it was possible to fly from your home to a place with a log (history of diving) at any time. This time, after there was a mess, it was decided that it would be better to go and see how things were going just in case.

"Much, much too rusty."

I understood that walking in the city was diminishing my vitality. I felt that there were few stalls for sale and many galloping adventurer breakdowns walking down the street leading to the center.

Does it still have to do with the war on step elves, the supply of supplies being temporarily stopped, and the prices of the fine groceries and foodstuffs arranged in the stalls were all about forty percent higher? Across the road, more injured men and small children are begging. They run away like they scattered a spider child when they saw a possessor of good stature. Hang your sword. All the noisy men look like enemies. I wonder if you thought you could throw me up front, I had a fright in my eyes.

They were quickly swarming for a carnage whenever a relatively well-acquainted older man passed by. The oldest boy, about twelve years old, speaks up in the way he's used to. Then I felt desperate to stop my leg.

"The road there, Master Yuku. Oh, my God, what a blessing. They are poor orphans who have lost their lives. There are five younger brothers and four younger sisters in the house, the belly-grabbing Buddha, waiting with their mouths open like a swallow" Tsukuba "child to bring the only food."

"Meow, meow!

The obsessed middle-aged man left the scene early enough when he kicked a boy who seemed abominably less than seven.

The children look stunned and see their thrusted companions, but fly like hounds as soon as the next prey passes by. I mourned my parents because I couldn't afford to feel sorry for them. If you eat it all day, that's how sure death gets. The collector felt cold water sprinkled from his head as he saw the reality poked at him.

"Ugh."

"Stay, please, stay!!

A sister-in-law, like not four, rushed over to the boy who was thrust and hit his head on the wall. The boy was nodding in pain, but eventually he held his knee, pushing his voice to death and crying out.

The little sister rubbed her little hand over her head as she wandered around her brother worried. The butcher's jerk who is expanding the store across the street doesn't make it a one-stop shop. The city is infinitely flooded with misfortune. I don't even have time for the tragedy in front of me.

"Come on, cry. Oh, hey."

"Ahhh."

My brother shouted out loud, unable to reveal himself. As the collector approached him softly, the boy hid his sister behind his back without even wiping his tears, exposing his hostility.

"What the heck!! You don't have any money!! Try touching Ann with one finger. I'll scratch your eyeballs out!!

"Ha-ha-ha, Koai Ugh"

The boy mistakenly thought of the treasurer for a man, or stripped his fangs out like a cornered beast. I can't help it. The collector changed only his clothes, but put together a coat full of worn out tsugi hagis from the top, like a beggar's style.

I got my hands on my chest, chewing on the bitter one. He holds a great sword on his hips. The color of despair was engraved in the boy's eyes, who mistakenly thought he was going to pull a knife out. As the collector pulled the leather bag out of his waistband, he threw it at the boy's feet. The strings of bags were untied and innumerable copper coins and silver coins flooded out.

"Oh..."

The boy clenched his currency with his hands in it as he suddenly jumped from his dazed face onto a pile of currency. Was there roughly 30,000 P (pounds)? The lower class is enough to support a family of about ten people for a few months. Hearing the voice of gratitude on his back, the heart of the collector was wrapped in desolation. Walk the road in a dark mood. The collector had neither the money nor the power to save all the war-affected orphans in this time. The animals and gold received from the women's homes were all used to build their dowry tools and mansions.

The collector was basically indifferent to gold, and less of the money he had kept in Pordina was handled unconstructively. Nelly was the one who bought the bill and came out looking like this. She is currently out of work for the union to haunt her mind about her upcoming household dealings.

"Why don't you go after Temehe's head fly instead of people?"

Eating as many as twelve women is not easy inside.

There are two letters on the shoulder: "Responsibility".

And the reality was even more heartless.

"Dive into the dungeon. Say!?

Instead of Nelly being paid and resting, a man doing a temporary reception for the Adventurers' Union (Guild) looked annoying.

"You'll have trouble complaining to me. Anyway, the staff collected at this time has also died considerably, and the restructuring will take time. Diving into a dungeon was a temporary closure to keep fairness."

"But I hear some guys keep diving all the time. That's okay."

"Oh, because if you correct them in part, they are self-responsible. I'd rather not come out diving on my own, and it's this way I'm in trouble. That's why the new one is no. I refuse, and many people in the clan who attack the more difficult lower classes patronize nobles or are originally wealthy, and have no trouble with money. In short, even if the people who roll around near the entrance pick up the material inside, they can't buy it at the union or its contracted stores."

"But yeah eh!? Whoa, whoa, whoa! What about our household? Whoa!! I just got my daughter-in-law. Whoa!

"I don't know, no!! Most adventurers seem to be making money taking quests and going on day jobs though!! Come on, bitter! Let go of me. Whoa!!

"Damn, you bluebird!!... hmm? Quest?"

When the collector let go of his hand from the man's collar, he became an ideological face.

"It's a private request. For once, here, the main thing is a dungeon, but I'm also taking quests from the surrounding area for a fee. Most of them are used by children, and most of them sell out."

The guy at the reception, when he took the board out of the drawer, showed him the requisition he had pasted.

I can't even understand the contents for a Romless illegible collector, but I could barely read the extent of the request fee. The literacy rate in this world was abnormally low, and the fact that the collectors could not read the letters was not a subject of scorn, especially for men. On the contrary, the man was of a rather serious character and, as he taught his toddler, read each request and made him speak with courtesy and courtesy.

"... here it is!!

Have your eyes stopped on one of them? The collector turned away and shouted loudly.

The Ranger position girl, who was waiting for the reception order behind her back, is fiercely frightened.

She shook her chestnut hair, stiff with tears, dropped the cup she had in her hand, butched the contents and turned her complexion bright blue.