Dungeon+Harem+Master

"And that's why this is the cland that Liza was to keep from today on. Nice to meet you all. You can't bully me anymore. I've decided to take care of it."

Dark Elf's Lisalind stood on the stage in a white bikini with Pharmafuller light gear.

Living in the temple are her great-grandmothers, mothers and sisters.

Under Liza's eyes, she had a yellow voice saying that the little ones, who should also be called Mini Liza, were shining their eyes full of curiosity.

"What's going on? When I find out, I'm kneeling with a collar in place and in a crappy style. It's not like it's MC Tutorial or Message Skip. One scale of something more horrible."

"Uh, slaves are talking about something."

"I don't know if it will ring. Wow."

It's not a dog.

The collector muttered a butch and stupidity as he crawled on all fours on the stage. I didn't know, my torso was stripped naked. The puncturing cold air stained her skin and she had goosebumps.

In the temple, the space is unusually large, and of course there is no apparatus to take warmth. The Dark Elf sisters are all in bikinis like they are on a beach in the middle of summer, but they don't seem to feel the cold. Almost a perverted place.

"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!

"Ah, my slave has been shamed by his businessness!

"Wow, wow. Like a slave's cold, hey."

"Even slaves are cold. I know."

"Mm-hmm. It's Klund. Are you cold..."

"I want to do a lot of good things, but I'm usually shitty. I don't know, why are you guys okay? I hear women have a lot of subcutaneous fat, but they're like seals."

"Mmm. Right now, I feel like Nana has been fooled, but as a lord, let's forgive her and send her. Are you happy?"

"Nothing."

When Liza was silent, she jumped off the stage and gathered her sisters, became a circle and began to whisper.

"Mm-hmm. Tutoring is something that's hard inside. That slave is not easy to connect with."

I don't know what to do.

"Hey."

"Oh, yeah. Sister. Aren't you hungry, slave?

"It makes me feel so hungry..."

"It's frustrating, and hey"

"Yes, sir. I think you should feed the slaves something."

"Um. Leeta. It's an excellent plan. That's right, my sister. Let's do it, let's do it."

"Wow, I love your sister -"

"Here, here, here, here, here."

The little daughters of the dark elves, often pulling their bodies together and making noise, were satisfied as one, scattered and ran over to the small run with a collector on the stage.

When Liza prompted him, a little toddler approached Totetote and placed it by the keeper. Everyone drinks a cup of tea and watches the keeper move. I gently reached out and opened the package. Inside, there was a bottle of fishbone pinched away from me clearly and beautifully.

Liza was sparkling her eyes like a hunter watching her trapped prey as she embraced her young sister.

"Sometimes, sometimes"

"... don't eat."

"Ha-ha!?

The collector then persistently demanded his jacket and succeeded in getting Liza to approve this.

"You look better not wearing it."

"It's cold."

The collector took a great deal of time to make Liza explain and understand her current objective position.

"Crand, you got Liza, so you made it Liza's."

Whatever you hear, you can't keep talking about it that was muscular.

That idiot was intense because he had a seriously cute face.

The dark elf named Lisalind was a woman who lacked concentration anyway.

The Dark Elves were hostile to the slave traders who exposed themselves, picking up their wounded collectors when they raided them and transporting them to the village as slaves.

To get all this talk out, Liza conveniently derailed the story forty-two times. It is full of malice that reminds me of a game book that was popular as long ago as the lid. This blew away the indulgence of an attentive collector.

"So, so, Liza, take a water bath in the river with her sister Bandera..."

"I'm sorry about the buzz, but it's time, so, huh?

The collector mixed gestures and gestures, with a bright red face, controlled with his index finger on Liza's lips, who continued the conversation with excitement.

Liza shook her neck longitudinally in momentum, humming her nose as she gave her round eyes in a kyotonic manner.

"Do you understand?"

"Yeah. Liza, I get it. Right, sorry I didn't notice. As an owner, I'm disqualified. Big disqualification. Liza is ashamed of herself. If there's a hole, I want in."

"I don't know, this temple itself, it's in the hole. But if you understand, it's time to take this. Why don't you take it off?

"What? Why?

"No, why not? You understand me."

"Oops, you're gonna get mad when you make fun of Liza!

"Huh? Huh? Sorry."

"I just need to know! Oh, my God, you're making dinner for me! Let's have another meal and get some rest today, shall we?"

"No, no, no. You don't even know what to say."

"Hmm? Anyway! Let's talk about it after dinner! Liza's hungry."

(Is it all my own reason? Is this the kind of creature all elves are? Is that kind of care lacking at birth, like giving in, or taking into account others?... Ah. When I thought about it, I was one of them.)

"Sa, come on."

"Not quite. Damn."

I smile bitterly when I see Liza pulling her own hand without any evil. If there were so many elves, one or so of them would have an individual to talk to, so he left Liza's private room without, and walked down the aisle.

Somehow, I feel like I'm being put on a dark elf pace called Liza with or without momentum. In the first place, I'm being flushed all over in a situation where I don't even know why I'm here. The coldness of the collar fitted while he was passing out tightened his throat.

(No kidding. I like to keep slaves, but I'm sorry to turn to the side of being kept)

"What's up, Klando? Yiko."

View an elf called Liza from top to bottom. The more likely it was to come out, the better the meat was.

(Yabe, yah yah yah yah yah yah yah...)

He had glowing skin that seemed to play water like Gore-Tex. The munchy breasts were covered in a critical fabric and the shallow black skin aroused her passion.

(I rubbed all over this guy's pudding tits and pinched the thing that turned me into my ginguin in the valley of my chest and thought it was shitty. Stick your cheeks up with this saliva that made you Vietnamese. I put a pile of it in my stowage, I hit this guy's peachy ass, spreading it with my gooey hands, and at the end of the day, I was forced to paint the excess one with my fingertips in my butthole with a fuzzy...)

What I was thinking was abnormal lust. The zodiac walked with his inner crotch as he succeeded in his delusion as he looked at Liza's prickly ass, which drew his hand. It was here that the biological desire of the lost treasurer was revived.

(In the meantime, when shall we forget about the groin thug general? Otherwise, it's too much)

In order to preserve reason, the Founder spun the logical thought of his brain marrow in full.

(Um, first of all, I went after Hans to bring back the farmer. Well, if you get caught on the way, and that's the way slave traders procure materials locally, and you try to get away with it, Icarus's old man is dumb and strong....... shit. The Black Lion, too! Even though it's precious! Well, I just managed to escape, and this Liza met my daughter. Is that it?

Why did you cover it up, you're treating me like a slave? Whoa!! Isn't that crazy, this? What?!?

The possessor's brain engine was made in China, like the contents of an estimator, causing instant bankruptcy. There was a need for an overhaul. Hilariously, when I look at Liza's face, she's bluffing with mesh, mesh, and mesh, drooling with covetousness. Whatever it was now, it wasn't going to be a conversation.

Although it was a dark elf settlement that was diverging from the clan tradition, the temple, an authoritative religious institution from time to time, was in a cave with small, tall rocky skins.

Most of the work of the witches is unproductive. There is no need to leave the temple unless there is a prayer that takes place once a month, a festival that takes place several times a year, and fighting between tribes and external enemies. Essentially, prenatal witches were forbidden to make contact with boys, and procurement of supplies and routine compromises with the villagers were made by Aida, Liza's mother, and Eunice, her great-grandmother.

Aida had just turned thirty and remained almost unchanged from her early twenties, but not a bad man tried to get his hands on her with a so-called taboo presence that gathered religious reverence. Dark Elves had a high percentage of births of girls, and in the first place, he had a skirmish, and the number of men was low. Women are originally surplus. I don't need to take risks and get my hands on older women. It was a tragedy for Aida.

When we reached the dining room, presumably a common space, a group of dark elves had already taken their seats. From about Mitsuzu down there, twelve or three daughters up there make a serious face and turn their gaze silently.

Uniquely, the top and bottom were white bikinis. From the toddler girl to the oldest, Liza's mother, Aida, was dressed to match. Only my great-grandmother Eunice was just as lucky to be in a thick robe.

"I don't know. In a way, it's too surreal to keep up with brain processing."

"Lisa, it's late."

"I'm sorry, Kasama. The clandestine phase was crude and delayed at the end of the day. Let me ask you something."

Don't lie to me, Sarah.

"… bold. Mm-hmm, hon. It must be before the meal."

Aida looked slowly licking from the collector's head to his toes, opening her eyes cuttingly and watching her groin so sharply. No heart, red cheeks, hot eyes congested.

(... this feeling! I get it, I get it!! This woman is just like me!

"Oh."

The collector hid behind Liza, frightened by Aida's indiscreet gaze. When Aida grudgingly pounded her tongue, she noticed the cold gaze around her, combed her hair on her cheek and turned to her side.

"Hi-ha. Liza. Keep the man close to Aida. He's shaved to the bones, and there's no cakera left in the morning."

"I will."

"Nah, what are you talking about!! More than that, this temple is forbidden for men!

If the villagers find out we've brought a man in, we're done!

"Hihi. So, you want to castrate me?

"No! No that!!

When Aida noticed what she had said, she lowered her raised hips to the chair.

"Lisa, it's late."

"Ka-sama, I don't think it's possible for Liza to start all over again."

"Anyway, there must be no mistake between the daughters. I will keep the slave in my room during the night, not in my... I have to keep an eye on you all night. Oh, and don't bother your own mother any more."

"Um, hey, one thing before that, okay?"

"What?"

The collector seems to have the most power in this, he spoke to Eunice.

"You know, you guys don't think slaves and stuff are good, so you're fighting. And yet, I don't think it's a good idea to catch me and enslave me. What do you say?"

"Hmm, this young man is right, but I dare to take a majority here. We need everyone's help to keep our secrets and live in temples. So who's in favor of making this man a slave to Liza?"

"Yes, yes!

"Oh, yes, yes!!

"Funny!

"Me too!

"Hey, because Klund is Liza's thing! Because I'm just lending it to everyone!!

"Aida said. What, you agree with me?"

"Beh, nothing. I just read the air."

"... and it was decided unanimously that you would give up."

"Shit, Shinnya. Oh."

(In the meantime, if you eat a mesh, you'll just have to escape appropriately. I also had a time when I thought that way)

Immediately after the meal, the collector left the scene to return to the village of Tamara, even with his arms, but was completely sealed in motion by the daughters of the swarmed dark elves.

"Wow, it's Woningen! Otoko!

"Ashinaga! Oh, come on!

"Hey, that's Liza's slave. Use it on your own!!

The first person to see it. And it's a man. Almost, the collector was held, bitten and licked everywhere on his limbs, mainly by toddlers who had never seen the opposite sex of his own.

"Phew. It's not very tasty."

"Here, pepper, pepper"

"What can slaves do?"

"Ah, here, there's a weird outing. Ka-sama, ka-sama!

One daughter pulled the panther's underwear and exposed the sloppy ichimotsu to the outside air.

I look at the cancer, pretending that Aida is embarrassed.

"No, you can't. Whoa!? Hey, Hola.... well."

"Well, you're not."

Liza and the children were appropriately spared time by the collectors. He stroked his head, clasped his ears, rubbed his stripped belly, grabbed both legs and swing full in the room, high, and rubbed Aida's chest in confusion.

Either way, it's not the first time the collector has babysitted an elf. He knew how to please the children.

"Do it now! Enough! Enough!

"Uh, yes, yes."

A toddler girl with a red cheek for the pleasure of a giant swing glitters her eyes and begs for a replacement. The collector was the hero of the children. Actually, it could be quite suitable for childcare workers or something.

"Ooh, fly to the back of the earth. Hey!!

Of course I won't let go of my hand. Every time I raise my voice high and high, I get "a little irritated" but I don't do that. Because the little one Dark Elf literally becomes a black stain on the wall.

As the collector was transforming into an artificial screaming machine, Liza called out violently.

"Slick, sloppy, sloppy! Liza too, Liza!! If you don't replace Liza right now, you won't forgive me!!

(Oh, that sucks somehow. This guy, his eyes are serious)

The treasurer, who felt in danger, had swarmed at his feet. When he deposed the toddlers all the way away, he put Liza to sleep and hugged her on both knees.

Heavy. Naturally. Only one hundred and sixty-five and one body in sight are adultless.

Goo, the white bikini pants covering the groin came in front of me when I lifted them.

I felt like I couldn't help but look directly at the secrets of Dote High.

Innocent eyes looking up are turning into a heartmark shape "fast, fast".

"I can't help it, I want to"

"Liza's got a hundred circles! I won't forgive you if you don't go around at least a hundred times!!

"How can you not forgive me for what? Shino, it's because!

"Nhhhh!!

(You're welcome, aren't you?

The collector spun Liza's body around a hundred circles as she became sweaty. She could not have looked the same as a toddler. She was making a scene, but at the same time stood up silently and moved to the corner of the room as the spinning movement ended.

"What's up?"

"Mm-hmm. Whoa, whoa!

"Hey hey!?

Liza was framed to nauseate everything she had just eaten, along with a beautiful stomach juice.

Seeing it, the Zao man swore firmly to his heart to stop playing with the Golden Wheel.

Thanks to Liza reversing as much as she wanted, the time for talking and talking to slaves ended naturally.

"Ouch."

"Nessa's got to clean up."

The collector lowers his back to the chair as he looks sideways at Lisa's gelo as her younger sisters diligently clean up. The culprit, himself, was taken back to his room by Aida.

"Crand or. It's annoying."

"Bye.... If you think so, I'd like you to get the hell out of here."

"Lisa told me the story. He owes me his life. I'm not seriously going to make you a jerk. It'll be annoying for you, but at least for a few days. Yeah. I was wondering if you could stay by that girl's side. I'll entertain you as much as I can."

"Isn't it forbidden for men here?"

"Ho ho. That's superficial. There's no way a woman who once found out what a man tastes like could hide in twenty or there. In fact, when I was younger, I let hidden men in and out. It's a public secret in the village. Nobody would care if you didn't expose your face in the village with dignity."

"You know. I'm a man with a lot of energy, aren't I? Daughter, no, grandson?

"Liza is not my grandson."

"Hmm? Well, no. It would be troublesome if those grandchildren's pompons hadn't come all the way out, wouldn't it? Do I look like a restrained man?

"Then that's not the time. In the first place, it's weird to keep the seeds spinning in the same family."

"As long as you can tell."

"I've been a progressive since I was younger. Besides, if Lisa loses her purity, she'll be able to leave this village."

"Isn't Liza a war witch in this village? Your mouth sounds more like you want me to leave."

"The war witch in this village is supposed to get seeds from the leading men of the village to conceive their children in fifteen years. But there's bad gossip out there."

"Fortune."

"This is ridiculous, isn't it? Neither did I fool Hannah when I was your age. [M] If it's a dead tree year like this, I can't help but wonder."

"Then why don't you force Lisa to stop being a war witch?"

"I don't think so. We're eating a mess here. I don't care whenever I die, but think of other young children. Aida in particular is incapable of living. I don't think they're gonna make it out of here."

"Aida. Oh, is that Liza's - chan? But if you're all that beautiful, don't you have as many people as you want?

"Regardless of the Ningen tribe, we Dark Elves can be seen as women first if we are too thirty. I'm the one who gets toyed with and dumped. Mostly, if you want a daughter-in-law, it's because twelve or three of them are gobbly."

"Well, Lori has a village in heaven."

"It's not about Klando, but there are a lot of skirmishes these days anyway. Three days from now, we will be crusading goblins who have joined hands with people buyers. Of course, Liza's going to serve in the army."

"Can you win?

"I don't know anything about going to your stomach. But since this year, I've fought seven times and never lost. Including the day Liza's sister hit the flowing arrow."

"That."

"If you die, I'll replace you. Even before I got the baby. Liza's sister Dagma was unlucky. I didn't know a man would die without knowing. We met here on some edge. For the rest of my life, I thought this woman's wish was a souvenir of the underworld. If we survive three days from now, Liza will continue to gossip."

Eunice begged to further shrink her crooked back.

"Hey, wait a minute! That's all."

The collector is vulnerable to women.

That's not the exception, even for older people who are full of wrinkles and have the rest of their lives left.

As a result, it became a residual form in the form of being pushed off. The remainder of the hearts were the wives left in the village of Tamara, but the worries were removed by delivering the letter.

"Cancer!?

Slave mornings are early. The collector woke up as Liza kicked him off the bunk. Of course, in the same room, the mother Aida called it surveillance, aimed at the body of the tiger gaze and the keeper, so it was impossible to devour the all-younger ecstasy.

All right, then, and although I'm going to approach Aida, I'm going to say, "No. We just met," "Hey, here's my daughter watching," and so on, and I didn't try to make her touch a finger.

"Mend you."

exhausted to one word.

There were also wounds on his chest, which surprisingly kept General Rampage silent that night. Dawn at night, holding something moist.

And it came to pass, when the treasurer arose Liza and the little daughters of his sleeping eyes, that he went out into the temple to draw water. That said, there is no need to get out of the caves dug high above the rock skin and down to the village. A turtle suspended by a string is placed in the part of the inlet, and when it does so, it is simply brought down to the water tank on the ground and sucked up.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Whoops."

For the first time, Liza is happy to shake her head with her arms in her hands.

"That's Lisa's slave. This is also the occasional daily routine. Liza must be able to raise her children well even if she becomes a fool. I'm afraid of my mother's skill level."

"I think you're suddenly going to be neglected. You know, we just met yesterday."

"If a man cares about details, he grows up to be a fine person"

"I can't grow any more."

Exactly, does it cool in the early morning, or does it completely cover your whole body with a fur cloak? Then I don't think you should live in such thin clothes from the start, but this seasonal disregard outfit seems to be an outfit to enhance your inspiration as a witch every day.

"I don't know much about people from different worlds."

The Dark Elves are a dependent community that Japan has lost, constantly monitors each other from morning to good night, so breakfast is taken with them at a set time. The keeper, who is supposed to be a slave, is on the same table.

Perhaps it is my great-grandmother Eunice who understands the system of slavery. Aida, a thirty woman of good age, doesn't know the world either, so I won't do anything about it. The prayer before the meal is just a little different from the Romless ceremony. I didn't care anything about the area in the first place because the collectors are typically non-religious among Japanese. I imitated the neighboring toddler and prayed to some god.

Viva, eight million gods. Something like that. Breakfast was enjoyed with ease. Three women would say it would be fornicating, but it was more nervous to care where it was endlessly close to a hundred pars. In the first place, I live in the same situation in my own mansion. Through resistance was polished out.

"Hmm, you don't seem to understand what slaves are. Today, Liza will teach you everything you need to know."

"Please, don't point at people with a fork while you make them mess with each other."

"Liza, hey, I'm here."

"Mmm."

"Look, that little kid made me look like a little fool. You better study basic etiquette first than this. I want to see my parents' faces."

Liza will be gone if someone like a rude chunk tells her.

With the words of the treasurer who cared nothing, Aida, with her handkerchief across the street, turned pale.

"Me, me, if you have a complaint about me, why don't you just go ahead and say it?"

"Nothing like that..."

It is a troublesome family.

After breakfast, cleaning, laundry of clothes, and ritual worship are performed in the temple at a family outing, including the great-grandmother. Most of all, the main players are daughters of high school age when it comes to Japanese elementary school students. My sisters, about seven or eight years old, babysitted because at the age of finally being able to walk, I could only keep them together on my feet. You can't get out of the cave into the village, but you can get out of the village into the forest just opposite it as you descend with your creased spiral rock skin wrapped around it. There was an agreement here that bordered the village's membership, but did not come close implicitly during the day knowing that there were witches, and it never meant running into a man.

"Uhm, so what shall we do and play with today? You have no hope. Most importantly, Liza is the most obvious person in the world, so she has the authority to decide everything."

"Wow, wow, wow."

"Bu-boo."

Of course, Liza doesn't help with chores other than worship. He was mixed up with toddlers and playing around.

"Oh. He's a miso, isn't he?"

"Besides, I can beat myself...... I'm very disapproved of my younger sisters because I play all the games I want"

Next to the collector, Rosalie, who will be thirteen this year, was sighing. She was, with the exception of Liza, the oldest sister, but had been removed from the lead of her chores as a watchdog when she ran wild.

"Shut up! Mm-hmm. Yes, let's hide and seek today! This is going to make it look like a clunk. You know, you know! The rules. First of all, you decide on a hunter!

"You're holding your eyes for a certain time until the prey character hides. Count the numbers. That's the kind of place the world has in common."

"Ah, you shouldn't! Don't block your explanation!

"What!?

Rosalie rushes to caution, but it's already late when.

"Liza tried to teach me because of it..."

Liza swelled her cheeks poorly in a grumpy manner, moving away from everyone's wheels and following the ants on the ground at the tip of the stick. My little sisters surround Liza, who is supposed to be my sister, with words of comfort. Now I don't know which one is my sister. The collector was worshipped by Rosalie with such a sorry face that he reluctantly walked over to get Liza in the mood.