Dungeon+Harem+Master

Crawling out of the grass were two young girls. Pull the young captive forward before the Lord as Loulou pokes his short knife as he clapped it out. She is an intelligence genius who is thoroughly trained as a scourge. Those eyes remained in a special position where they could scratch their necks at any time if they made strange movements.

The collector flanked Pordina, who stood in front of him so that he could cover his half. I don't care how you look at it, it's just a toddler. I tried and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Hey. What's going on late this evening? It's time for a good one and a bad one."

"Oh, you know, that"

Six or seven girls, supposedly my sister, are sliding their gaze as they make a frightened voice. The four or so toddler girls that seemed to be my sister were even more obvious. In the middle of the evening. Looking at a bunch of boned meat served on a plate, it was dripping down a waterfall-like saliva.

When the collector laughs bitterly, he makes an invitation that it is difficult. The young lady said she would let her eyes shine - she ran all the way and sat down on the crotch of the collector, still wearing the claws as normal. Loulou's eyes distorted resentfully.

"Are you hungry?

"Ugh."

"Oh well. Okay, eat. Once."

"Really? Shit!

"Leah!?

You were surprised by my sister's lawlessness, and my sister raised her voice and blued her face. She sighed relieved to learn that her sister Leah, who devours meat while her hands are stuffed with fat, could not be blamed.

"Hey, you too, come here and eat."

"Ugh.... but"

"Sister Donna. This is delicious!

Did she cut off her strays from Leah's words, Donna rushed over for a small run and reached for the dish she was offered, she began to devour the meat like a starving bear. The collector watched his sisters flatten the meat on the plate, whistling delightfully.

"That's great eating. Be a good food fighter in the future."

Donna gradually understood what she had done when her belly was filled, or she dragged down the rear that was sitting on the collector's lap, trying to protect it, hugging it with both hands and starting to tremble. The collector turned his gaze to Pordina when he put his head on like he was in trouble.

"You don't have to worry about it. Your husband is generous, and I don't blame you."

Pordina smiled softly as she adjusted her gaze to her sisters with cancer. To sum up the sisters' tedious stories, they had no father and their only asylum, their mother, was taken by the bandits the other day. They are now cared for by remote relatives, but they are originally poor villagers. Best of all by pasting myself and my family's mouth. The sisters, who had been given extra leftovers to an exemplary extent, weren't very good enough, and they snuck up fluffy caught by the fragrant smell of meat roasting.

Did Pordina impress, when she embraced a toddler full of thin skins of bones and meat, moistened her black eyes. The war-wolf women are prolific and are born with strong motherhood. The sisters cried out loudly as they shook their bodies, remembering their mother's plumpness for the weight and softness of her abundant breasts.

The collector, in a complicated mood, divided some of the food to the Donnas and gave it to them and sent them home. This is only a matter of time. In the first place, if that food could be found by a family of feeding relatives, it would remain to be taken away, and it was visible that Donna and her mothers could not cross this winter without returning.

The collector, when he pushed them all into the tent, began his tense on his own. Until dawn, it's a long time. Together, reluctantly agreeing to the collector's offer, he went into a dormant sleep without making any particular noise. He stared at the flames as he broke the branches from time to time so as not to keep the fireworks burning. Dawn is used to traveling alone. He turned his gaze silently to the far-sighted as he heard a healthy sleep from the tent behind him. A small orange light was seen in front of the barricade at the eastern exit, which became the only passage. The stinging cold air crept into my skin.

If so, I didn't have time to be alone here at all. On the contrary, until a few months ago, he has become a wife belt man who never thought about it. It is not one, but more than one. It is a strange fate. Staring silently at the firepowder, it floats to the eye lid as far as the cheap bed of sex that was holding up gold by raising the college auditorium and blood lanes that I had received until just before I came to this Romless.

(Oh, my God, you've been grabbing money for crap)

The collector blurred in the back of his brain that he had pointlessly squandered the cost of part-time work he had engaged in by dropping units. The liquor, the woman left no money, but she didn't feel like getting her hands on the wonder and beating. In the first place, life itself is like a beating. Besides, the torso must be

I didn't feel like throwing my money into the loss I knew I was going to win.

(I don't know what to say instead, but booze and women are good. It's really simple)

Drunk if drunk, refreshed if served. Sometimes the collector falls into the illusion that he has become incapable. All the women behind them are officially their own wives. The ones I'm proud of aren't otherwise silent, and I can fuck as much as I want to.

But it doesn't bother me. Stand like a wall where the surrounding environment blocks you greatly. Its thick walls strongly stimulate reason within itself and cause the mind to shrivel. The lucky thin shadow of the hungry sisters flickered behind the eye lid. I felt desolate and exhaled heavily. It has nothing to do with me, such as the misfortune of the world. The reality is that everyone spits irresponsible words all over their emotions and lives like they thought. Sprinkle the burning fire as you move around the branches. A white carbide branch rang with a dry sound. I feel signs behind my back. I didn't look back.

"Por, I told you not to wake up."

As I tilted my face and moved my gaze, I could see the pimply dog ears moving from the gap in the tent.

The Lord of the signs was silent. If you affirm clearly, you will have betrayed the life of your master, the Founder.

It was unusual for Pordina to get so stubborn in her own will. The collector moved into small pieces to poke up his fingertips as he stared at the fireworks. All right! Like a dog who did, Pordina gently refrained behind her back as she quickly slipped out of between the tents.

"It's cold there. Come here and catch the fire."

Excuse me. I have to go.

The collector hugged Pordina softly into his chest as he drew her to try to sit next to him.

Cover her softly with a coat to shield her from night air. The rustling chestnut hair looms in front of me.

The unique smell of a sweet woman drifted up her nose tip. I turned my arm and hugged her body. It irritates my head with the softness of my rich breasts and puffy skin. I felt hot as a child and calmed down for a few minutes.

"It's warm, you are"

"I'm afraid so."

The collector buried his face in Pordina's hair and inhaled the fragrance. Shame, her ears move fine as she tingles. I gently slipped my fingers and pinched my arm. It is as thin an arm as it looks. It's not made to be able to lift very boulders. I glanced at the back of Pordina's hand with my index finger. It was a small, but somewhat labourer's hand. I felt soggy and stroked my palm.

"Don't struggle"

"I've never thought of it as a struggle or anything. Por is sad when you say such things"

I felt the fright of my embraced body. The collector spun Pordina round and facing him from the front. Obsidian eyes are shaking. She sensibly perceived the Lord's unstable feelings, and she jumped out impatiently. I stretch my fingertips out onto my chin that seems to break just by picking it thin and rubbing it gently. Pordina narrows her eyes as she feels comfortable, slamming her overhead dog ear behind her back and leaking her sweet voice.

He stared silently at Pordina and spoke softly. Break your lips and slide your tongue down. Pordina's long lashes lay down softly. I threw my tiny, crunchy teeth back and forth with my own tongue, forcing my tongue in. Hot, find a small tongue and exchange saliva. The collector loosened his hands from her body as he gently let go of his body, pointing a cut glance at her.

"Go to sleep now. Nightfall is the enemy of your skin."

"Master, please love yourself"

Pordina finally thanked him and went back inside the tent. Pordina's loyalty is extraordinary. She will stay awake all night, wrapped around a blanket, more than the keeper won't sleep. With the bottle in his hand, he lined the cup with alcohol, and after he had toured, he opened only one cup. You can't sleep, and you're not going to sleep at all. The cold air that stains me becomes unbearable. As the cold grew, my exhaling breath whitened away. As the stars that were blinking overhead faded, the world became water-colored. When the collector stood up, he walked out towards the eastern exit. He wraps his whole body completely in his jacket to protect himself from the cold air in the morning.

"What?

There was a skirmish of villagers watching the exit in the distance. The skinny young man ran up the backwoods all at once as he thrust the two men he was rubbing together. The brilliance of the white body shined in my eyes. Apparently, he has a sheathed sword in his hand. Daimyo, I guess the bloody young man jumped outside in bloody temper. I dared to leave the wreckage of yesterday's fierce battle as it was. A half-baked farmer would be miserable to shrivel and lose his hips.

"Hey, you've been pushing me for a good year, but you're not."

"Ah! This is an adventurer. We're in a good place! Stop Hans' idiot."

"Hans. Who's that? Oh, could it be the one who was over the fence?"

"He suddenly pulled me out with his bloody eyes. If you can't, suddenly you can't help but let go of your fists on our heads. Usually, you're as quiet as a sheep."

"Cause. I don't know."

"His took him to a bandit. Yesterday, when the village chief touched everyone that the adventurers wouldn't roll out to the fort and stay in the village and consolidate their protection, I thought something was wrong."

"Whoa. Stop him. I don't think so, but if a bandit finds you, you're out!

The collector bit the yawn to death while galloping the back of his head and twisted up on the backwoods. Far beyond, I could see the back of a man running on a skinny horse, backed by a sky stained with water. Shut up and watch him die also has a bad aftertaste.

The collector spoke as he pursued him on a small run. When Hans noticed the keeper behind him, he stiffened his body and slapped his horse's ass with a stick. From what I've seen, he's fading a lot with a sloppy farming horse. Not comparable to Sarabred, but nevertheless much faster than the human foot.

"You're kidding me in the morning. Shit!"

The collector wasn't so instantaneous, but he was confident in his endurance.

Humanity is a species that has abandoned its muscle strength and chosen endurance.

"Even so, you can, can't beat a horse!!

Run out of breath. Breathing gets intense and my heart is about to pop out of my mouth. I ran down the streets of the same beast trail. Thick tree roots, stone spots, and fine gravel take my feet, and keep chasing me mucky. I can't see Hans at all. How long had the sawdust stood in the deep woodland belt, poking his hand at the cedar trunk?

"Uh, fuck you. No more, no more! Let him die on his own. You want to die!

I can't even understand how angry I feel about being stolen from my wife, but I had no reason or in-laws to chase me so far in the first place.

The collector raised his face to soak his slightly wet forehead with the back of his hand. It was the disclosure of almost wildly sharpened instincts that I noticed the signs. He heard a slight flying sound of an object thrown from overhead and flew reflexively to the side.

By the time I realized it was too late. The collector had fallen unnecessarily when his whole body was entangled with a net of iron. Barking up like a captured beast. The steel nets had countless fine needles with returns, and the more limbs they moved, the more they tangled in coats and clothing. While it's deceptive, the duvet says hello to the bass and double triple the catch net gets covered. While screaming, he froze his spine into the waves of malice surrounding him. I felt a rough breath and at the same time it rained blunt weapons. He bites his teeth while getting his whole body metted. It was a heavy blow all over my body, burning up like fire, and the core of my brain was about to burn.

The Zodiac guarded his body by shrinking to a flock of blows coming from all sides. One of those shots went in the back of my head at a pretty good time. The illusion of a burnt iron gusset being penetrated into your brain. My vision is cloudy and the sound around me disappears. My consciousness broke off with butyn before raising my voice to pain.

The zodiac trembled, distorting his face to the pain he had risen with his awakening. Hands and feet are restrained with thick rope. When I opened my eyes, my surroundings were dim. Zipping while lying on his back, his body jumped at regular intervals. Numerous humans were rolling around so that they could be laid down. Several breathers are stroking their ears. It was endlessly uncomfortable with the sobbing and nasal sounds that pushed him to death. As she wrinkled between her eyebrows, the floorboard bordering her back made a noise. I finally realized that I was being thrown into the carriage by the dull sound of the wheel biting the stone.

"What a look. I'm not an animal!

When I was hungry and barked hard, the shadows around me shook like they were frightened. My eyes have grown accustomed to the dim darkness, and the faces of my peers around me gradually emerge.

The collector gazed and shook his head and turned his gaze to the captives. Humans, beasts, elves, oaks. Several diverse races are tied up and rolled. It seemed obvious that everyone in common was young and that there were traces of violence thoroughly imprinted with fear.

(What do you mean? This guy is a)

The first thing the collector thought about was the process of being caught by a bandit. Especially since the collectors who were following Hans through the woodland belt would have moved defenselessly at just the right point to raid.

(But does that gas pearl need to keep me alive when the bandit's best friend misses it?)

It is a well-known fact that the collectors were directing the women to protect the village. Though captured, the wounds inflicted on his whole body had been completely repaired in almost a short time.

That would have been that the thieves were out of hand and attacking without fixing it and causing a fatal defect. The ultimate purpose of the gas pearl is to capture the keeper alive. Even if he had his main focus on that part, it would not be otherwise inconvenient if two or three of his hands and feet were missing.

Yes, the fishermen here are careful not to harm their prey and devalue it.

"What. It's stuck."

While the collector was dreaming, the carriage stopped. The captives groaned unnecessarily with frightened voices. The collector tried several times to see if the rope could not be broken, but both hands and feet were intricately and thoughtfully entangled, with a difficult knot that could not be broken by a man who tied it without using a blade or using it.

"What is this tying? I'm your old ham or Chashu."

"Dude, if you think it took a lot of good stuff, this guy's got it inside, huh? Yep!?"

The front of the carriage exit was sappily opened and the lead hook claws protruded. The man's figure was exposed to backlight, in a strong light, for a moment, it seemed to have disappeared.

"I missed you, Je. Klund, I never thought I'd see you again, Volker's brother!!

"You...! Who is it?

The face of a man who gave him a hook-clawed prosthetic arm like Captain Hook burned bright red.

"No, no, no, who is it? Oops. Bullshit, Bullshit, Bullshit!!

The man let out his anger as he swayed his whole body into small pieces, less of an intolerable rage. His face is colored like a boiled octopus and from his mouth he is spraying white, cloudy saliva like a mad dog like a bubble. Open eyes. The blood vessels running vertically and horizontally had thickened, turning them into strange Zhu like blood-stained ping-pong balls.

"I won't let you forget!! My right arm, so chopped off, always reminds me of that day's grudge. Whoa!! Now you look like Alexander the Immortal! Ahem!?

"I don't know. I forgot."

"Ohhhhh!!

Alexander tried to kick up the collector's face with fierce momentum as he picked up his right hook claw.

"Noha!?

Less extra force of anger came in, Alexander fell out of balance at the intersection of the carriage, dressed to poke his right leg up into heaven, and fell off the back of his head.

"Fuck you!!

Wow, there was a loud noise, and an ugly voice sounded like a frog crushed.

It is a brilliant suicide bomber. The collector burst into laughter. It is the natural end.

"Oh, my God! Oh, how dare you!! This, in this short amount of time, I've been working on some clever tricks. Why, why, why - I won't forgive you!!

"I didn't do anything. You're just too stupid."

"Hey, hey, hey!

"So who the hell are you?" How could you do such a terrible thing to me in the first place? Answer immediately, within three seconds., stay... "

"Huh? Oh, uh, that one."

"Ichi. Bubu. Time is up. Alexander the Teriyaki Chicken, who could not be answered as a punishment, is to stick his face in his own ass hole and smother."

"Oh, huh? Eh!! How dare you put it on my heart and try to confuse me? But you're not getting in that hand! If you don't forget, I'll remind you. This is my brother's enemy, the most shiny man in the world named Clando Simon!!

"What's with the hatred? You're an old bastard. We met here, but the flowers of Yuuki Floating Tree of the Blind Turtle? Start over for 300 years, or antiques are out of date. I'm gonna beat you to a treasure troupe."

The treasurer had completely forgotten, but the man in his arms in front of him was an unreliable man named Alexander with two immortal names. The collector once slashed a mercenary collapse named Volker, who was hired by the slave traders to help the elves named Dorothea from the chaser of the slave traders. Alexander was a disciple of that Volker. Alexander was disciplined and lost his right arm when he fought against his brother's enemy at the entrance to the dungeon.

"Heh. That's about the time for strong cancer, Klund. I can't see the weakness. I don't care how excited you are, you don't have your hands or your feet. Kukuk. I'm not looking forward to the rest of what I'm going to do after I take you back to the ranch. Stab the iron gum between your nails, crush the golden balls, twitch your eyeballs, peel off the skin called skin, cover it with salt... hihihihi"

"Oh, come on, don't. If you hear such horrible things, I'm gonna scare you to death."

"Over the course of this period, I don't like the fact that I can afford that. Now you're the same bird in the cage. We're going to have a lot of fun. Thank you for your right arm."

(It's not good...... This guy seems to have quite a grudge against me. What the hell did I do to this guy? Oh, the back of my cock itches. a little steamy)

The treasurer saw Alexander smirk his hook nails and delight with a lucid look, which sucked a little, dampened his lower lip with velvet.

"Hey!!

"Hey, what!? What are you doing?

There was a giant figure who accidentally jumped out of his back with an odd voice.

The orc of the giant body, over two hundred kilometers superior, began his escape by trampling Alexander as he jumped off the carrier, wondering how he had lifted the restraint. Alexander raised his face as he draped his nosebleed from his trampled face.

"Hey, stop! Stop that pig! Whoa!

Along with Alexander's screaming, the men waiting near the carriage swarmed apart and on the back of the oak. The oak bled from his forehead, but wielded his arms like giant trees to get rid of the men. The desperate phase saw a determination to run away at all costs.

"Ahhh. Why, why are they doing this so easily? Ah. You useless bastards!! If I toss any more, Cornelius will kill me!!

"What do you want, after all?"

"That's a bad one. Ah. Temehe! If my employer is the Joshua Chamber of Commerce, you bastards won't stay after you capture them like animals and sell them as slaves!!

"Cunt told me to cunt"

I see, it was logical not to say. In short, the Joshua Chamber of Commerce was using mercenaries, including Alexander, to grab people without picking an opponent. The collectors have no reason to know, but if they are legitimate slave traders, they are illegal hands that can take away the state license, but the eyes of the inspectors will not reach such a remote place.

With that in mind, I could also understand the grief of those who were being pushed by carriages of carriages, regardless of their species. Alexander no longer has his eyes turned away from the collector with his hands and feet tied, but only to the orc that escaped.

"Then maybe. You should be there, absolutely....... Ouch!!

The collector found Hans after him in a herd that had nodded and even lost his will to escape. Lie down depressed and lean over like an eel. Hans was throwing his gaze out in front of him with a blue face.

"Hey, you're Hans."

"Ah. You're from an adventurer who came to the village."

When the collector chewed out the fine bladed draws that had been hidden on his collar, he lifted his jaw and ordered Hans to lift his legs.

- Okay. That's good. This could catch the blade for good health.

The collector shook his head and threw a thin pull caught in his crease. Hans aligned himself and caught a fine pull straight into the center of the rope that tied both ankles to the side, just in the shape of a cross.

The subtle pull made of a special material made by Meriandale consisted of gunpowder on the inside in the central part, and when the rounded part of the end was crushed, the fire ran on the internal ignition line to emit high temperatures.

When the collector bit the ignition part at the end, the sassy fine pull burned up and the orange fire ran.

The fine pull, which seemed like a cloth at first glance, was entwined in the rope with intense viscosity when it had heat, and it immediately melted the tie. Now Hans is set to regain both legs of freedom.

"Hey, you manage to escape to the village while I draw them in! Run, Rudge. Tell the woman I'm caught."

"Yes, you are, you adventurers."

"Don't hang out!! You'll be sold out before I get my wife back!! Is that okay or did you live to see Kami again?!

Hans remained blue-eyed and still nodded strongly with the expression of determination. The collector jumped out of the inside of the carriage as he rolled. Nevertheless, both hands and feet remain tied. The man from the surrounding escort immediately notices him approaching.

"Ugh!!

"Ahhh!!

The collector suddenly bit the man's calf like a rabid dog. It is a healthy thing that has never been decayed since birth. Bites are surprisingly aggressive. The man kicked the Zao's face hard with his empty legs screaming in severe pain.

With a gap, Hans jumped off the carrier and ran out. Alexander, who was surrounding the oak, noticed the disturbance and raised his gold cut.

"Bakka bastard. Ahh! I thought a man ran away!! Oh, shit!!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

As he reached the side of the street as he rolled in a winding state, he rose up in the trunk of a tree. Three men, Alexander's men, surrounded the Caveman.

"Hey, don't kill him!! The guy still has plenty of errands left to run!!

"Hehe, I know."

"What, Mr. Alexander? I'm just gonna hurt him a little bit and let him know who I am."

"Raah!! Rah, rah!!

One of the men hit me with a stick in the air. As the collector sank and fled, he hit the man in the face with a head poke.

"Huh!?

The man took the thickest blow to the skull in the head, causing his face to shake and scattering his broken front teeth around. The leaves of the tree bush rang fine with splashed blood tides. The man fell back dressed to poke his butt, waking up only his face and looking at his companions around him in tears.

"Uh, uh. Ugh. Yes, no, eh?"

"Stupid. They're defenseless. No more forgiveness!!

A man who has been struck by his companion pulls out his sword and strikes. The collector twisted and inverted to align the part of the rope behind him with the white blade. Buh, the blunt sound rips the rope off.

I opened my hands and gave him a wild grin. The men ran upset.

"What's up? My legs are still tied."

Provocation of the Collector. As it boiled down, a man shook up and thrust his sword. The collector quickly stretches out his arms to hold the man's wrist. Wrinkled between the eyebrows and full strength.

"Relax!!

"Heavenly Punishment Face!!

When the collector snapped the man's arm, he snatched the long sword and slashed the ankle rope. Stand in front of your eyes with a nibble. Alexander knew as much as the sword arm of the collector. Her complexion turned blue after losing her mind.

"Hmm. You want me to do it alone?

"Chi, chi. Yeah, but not yet. I'm not the one who's always been hit. There's a strong wife over here. Doctor! Please!!

Alexander screamed with a cold sweat in his temples. A long man showed himself in a quiet foothold from the shadow of the carriage. When I was old, I was around thirty. Long scorched brown hair was shaking in the wind. He has a black eyelid on his left eye. In the remaining right eye dwelt a deep nothingness. He covers his whole body perfectly with a gray coat. The shredded cheeks and faint expressions made me think of Reaper.

"Please, Dr. Icarus...!!

When the collector remembered the face of the ship-eyed man he once met, he drank the cold and spreading starch in his chest, and put his strength into the pattern he gripped with his bitter face.