Dungeon+Harem+Master

Cornelius Kidd, the head of what is commonly known as the "Slave Ranch," who manages the slaves commissioned and collected by the Joshua Chamber of Commerce, was still pursued that night by a fine clerical job.

The workplace where he works brands it a ranch, but in fact it was not a simple institution of the kind of artificially mating and increasing the number of slaves he had simply caught. It is true that slaves of a large number of races, including legal and illegal, are amassed, but in a sense it was more accurate, such as scientific laboratories.

There were many species of organisms in the world dominated by the Romless Kingdom whose ecosystems had not yet been precisely understood. Naturally, biological disciplines were not developed either, and all living and living things in this world were rooted in the history of people as normal the ancient teachings that God and the Spirit supposedly made.

But a human being called your species, as one, repels the same things as others.

Seeking a one-of-a-kind person.

Initially, the Joshua Chamber of Commerce, too, simply searched for a rare kind of subpeople and sold them to the millionaires at high prices, but their traditions and sales channels were poor compared to the sadness of emerging organizations or so-called established ones. Originality was needed in order to expand its size as a store, sending fresh breezes into the old world. A diabolical plan is lifted here.

If you don't have one, you can build it.

It is rather within the realm of alchemists to alter existing objects, but their world is also darkly stained with the colours of old customs. It was often the case that precedents came first and revolutionary ones could not even be put on Hua.

Naturally, it was difficult for Joshua, a star merchant, to devour these from the side.

The Chamber of Commerce put a lot of money on it and raised its bloodpath to new commodity manufacture by scratching together dark muscles who were not members of the kingdom's guild, said to be the so-called stickouts. It was worth the effort, some prototypes were complete, and commerce was on track.

But experiments always fail. It was natural to build and store spares of all races at all times on the ranch, but still the number of materials was always insufficient.

Human, Oak, Elf, Minotaur, Cobolt, Auga, Lios, Dwarf, Lamia, Harpy, Scylla, Arakune, Centaur, Wearwolf, etc.

Regardless, some species could not mate, and there were many things that were painstakingly manufactured that were damaged by early defects.

Cornelius was always on the chase of time, and data had to be taken only by a dozen researchers, and the natural stress build-up was not extraordinary.

(Shit. Ah. The guys at the head office are so clumsy. There's no way I'm gonna make it with such a short delivery time!!

Cornelius, just past forty, was formerly an alchemist on the outer road who was chased through the Wang capital.

His arms and brains were seen to take on the ranch manager, but the accomplishments demanded by the Chamber of Commerce were always harsh. From the day he was brought to this secluded, forest-deep ranch, he was forced to live a full day. Drawing on the secrets and know-how of the family heirloom, one experiment after the other is created, data is taken, and then improvements are made. It was, for one thing, the virtues of reward and the strength of absolute authority in this ranch that endured this life in which he could be kept in obedience in every sense.

If he continued to achieve a certain amount of results, he got whatever he wanted in this place. I got more gold coins than I could compare to when I was selling my ass fake drugs in Wangdu, and all kinds of wine, mountain sea delicacies, and delicacies and treasures as I wanted.

Of course, any beautiful woman is as total as she likes. He was able to treat as many as ten beautiful women in his private room as he wanted. In a closed world, Cornelius was able to enjoy dishes that even kingdom aristocrats could not hope for, as well as beautiful princesses, wine and all kinds of satiety.

However, on the other hand, he was no longer able to remember any sexual interest in subpeople.

Every day, they were unable to recognize them with their sexual eyes because they continued to treat a wide variety of subpeople like cattle, like tools.

Cornelius' sexual desires were confined to the human race.

Even if he saw an individual with much better beauty than a human being, he was not going to react.

Cornelius rang the bell on his desk saying to keep it that way today.

One woman brought tea in a quiet foothold after a while.

When I was old, would twenty be there? Though not full-bodied, the toned body had a distinct colour that made it smell like it wanted to close its eyes.

"It's tea"

"Ooh."

When Cornelius took the cup, he crawled his gaze into the waist of the shuddering woman. Reach out to play. I stroked my rounded ass. The woman, shaking her body, bit her lips while holding the basin and pushed her voice to death. She's the only one who hasn't always lost her beginnings when she says she already held countless. Also, that part was what Cornelius preferred.

"Sandra, you'll never get used to this."

"Oh, no."

Sandra stiffens herself as she dyes her face in shame. Cornelius was amused and furthermore advanced his fingertips to the center of his glutes. I can see the elastic meat breathing from above the thin robe as well.

"But that kind of uber thing is preferable to me"

"Play."

"Hehe. Speaking of which, you were an ex-wife. How long has it been since you've been here?

"In about two years"

As Sandra lay down her long lashes, she shrunk her thin shoulders and dropped her gaze to the floor.

"Your pawnbroker was such a jerk as an adventurer. Sandra. When you came to me, it was all bones and skins, but things like trying. I am. If you cure it, I don't think it's the same beauty that even your wife can't fathom at that point. I mean, it was a good pick up."

Cornelius put Sandra's hands against the wall and turned behind her.

Continue the conversation as you persevere caressing your glutes.

"Huh. I appreciate that."

"Hmm. In the slave trader's contract, your husband always paid the deposit when he bought it back, but in the end it was a nashi crush. Well, all of a sudden, isn't it? Are you still untrained by an idiot pawnshop who sells you off?"

"... he's not like that"

Sandra disagreed small as she bit down the whimpering voice due to the pleasure she was given. As soon as he did, Cornelius pulled his cheeks and twisted Sandra's ass skin, as if he had chewed up the bitter bug. Sandra is in pain, and when she barks reluctantly, she breaks her knee and crawls on all fours.

Cornelius, needlessly, kicked his ass in front of him. Sandra looked up to the Lord with her eyes wet in lust as she groaned and hit the wall. Her breathing had changed to something as rough as it had been after she had walked with all her strength.

"Han! You don't see reality on your own. But how does it end! Who dosed you when you were dying? I wonder who in the end saved you from the abyss of death by putting on a nurse so much as a noble lady!? This female pig. How can you forget what's important right away? No! What matters or not. Look, no! Go ahead!!

Cornelius raises his anger as he punches his stripped ass flat with his mind. Sandra continued to scream of joy with the fierce sound of beating the meat.

"Your husband, your husband."

"Unlike your incompetent pawn master, who adored you every night? Ah!? Ooh, no! Go ahead!!

Cornelius pulled Sandra's hair into an eagle and forced her to pull, suddenly pulling her down to the floor wondering if she'd let her stand up.

Because of his prolonged and terrible use of his eyes for clerical work, his eyes had, by the way, been dimensioned and turned into red turbidity. Sandra takes it to Cornelius' knees and continues to flutter her words of obedience violently. That was Cornelius' thorough and lengthy ordination.

"Who!! Your lord is ahhh!!

"Your husband! Cornelius, it's you! Thanks to you Cornelius for helping Sandra and how Sandra can live like this!!

"Well, you know what I mean."

Cornelius grinned satisfactorily, stomping Sandra's face with his shoes as she looked up on all fours. He had a seizure like a child and kicked Sandra's ass as he turned behind him. Smaller tight asses are still not so rich in meat pulling the tail of the disease. Severe tongue pounding leaked.

"You eat better. I know you always say that. Yo."

"Mmm-hmm! Please let me know."

When he saw his white and beautiful back trembling like it had been struck by the current, he stood up and covered the tea on his desk. Tea leaves precipitated in a wet liquid dance Zarazara over her tongue.

Cornelius has a rough nose and unbuttons to take off his jacket shirt.

Almost at the same time, I heard a knock announcing a visit across the door. Cornelius, who was trying to relieve the expensive with Sandra's body, exposed his anger with blue muscles on his temples. Upon granting permission to enter, the elf of the escort stood there faceless. Cornelius' sub-haters are muscular. When I heard the report from the elf, I gave some instructions and squeezed my jaw. The elf nodded without a word, leaving the spot.

Cornelius looked abominable, and when he pounded his tongue, he kicked up the executive chair. Sandra shrunk herself to the loud sound of the wall.

"How did you do it?"

"The garbage is choking around the fence. I hear the dogs got pretty fucked. Totally, it's always useless to be a subhuman. Actually, it's less than a guard dog."

Cornelius spit at Sandra as he abominably threw it away. When the woman nagged sadly, she stretched her trembling fingers out to her cheeks, licking the Lord's spit with her tongue as a matter of course.

The collector proceeded as Liza remembered and finally reached the Azito of the slave traders. The slave staging grounds, the hub of the Joshua Chamber of Commerce, were deep in the woods, lined with houses like several boxes. The perimeter is lined with simple fences, and at first glance the line of alert is very thin. Turning his gaze, he saw several outposts biting his yawn in the shadow of the fence with a distracted face.

As expected, the defense is thinner. Kamaboko shaped architecture eliminated something that stretched sideways but was unique, and it was really hard to tell where it was based.

"Liza, don't you know where the enemy's former tightening is?

"Sorry, Liza, they all look like the same building. The people who made this are poor in their imagination."

"I dare you to do so... Oh, shit."

I wanted to avoid a useless struggle if possible. Interpretation would be scattered if heads were crushed, such as mercenaries connected with gold.

Killing each other is also an ecological time, isn't it?

The collector conceived by sticking out his lower lip as he moved left and right with only black eyes.

"Hmm. I'd love to go inside without being noticed, if possible."

I want to come in crisp and kill the enemy general crisp. He looked difficult as he scratched his jaw with his fingertips.

"Yes, yes"

"I don't know, Liza."

The collector pressed his index finger against Liza's crease as he sat in the bush. I don't think there's a problem first, but I have trouble finding this one before I get my thoughts together.

Even though her high voice sounds far away. When Liza finished her eyes narrowing and chewing her index finger sweetly, she confidently put her arms together in front of her chest. Fluffy breasts puffy.

"Lisa has a name. I want you to listen."

"Bye, Liza. Give it a try."

"Klund is strong and cool, so I think we should just kill them all for free. And Liza is going to help that clan!

Liza imitated striking her enemies hard with a hand knife with sparkling eyes.

The expression of the collector. It remains even stiff.

"... you didn't hear my crush? If possible, I'd like to infiltrate unnoticed."

"Hmm? That's not how Liza likes it. Klund wants us to get ahead of him. That's what a man should do. That's more square and cool."

"Though that's an ideal theory. Just dismiss it. More, use your head. Don't let your brain work."

The collector held Liza's head in the palm of his hand and pressed from left to right. Liza wept when she groaned "Gyu". A woman needs a girlfriend. In some cases.

"Klund says sometimes difficult things"

"No, no. I don't think it's difficult."

"So you're sneaking through the front?

(Sneaking through the front. What's going on with this guy's language function?)

"No, no, because it's already out of line with my demands at the point of positive attack. I want to get the enemy's attention and get into that gap somehow."

"Look, you mean that. Liza's figured it out! Piki and I got a great idea down here!

Liza made a nosy, confident look when she showed the apex of her puffy breasts.

It was somewhat diabolical.

"There, boobs, right? Why do odd things come down there? Your antenna. Where are you standing? Your nipples are the reception device?

"Why, why, Klando's just asking questions like a kid"

Liza couldn't help but sigh in the wind to show a step above class mercy like seeing her troubled brother. The collector got a little upset.

"No, simply because I cared. Well, no. Continue."

"Hehe. Hey, Klando. Speaking of Lisa's strengths, what?

"Advantages...?

I was seriously confused that there was such a thing, and time stiffened.

"Pah. The right answer is Dark Elf's sexiest! Lisa's erotic dynamite selfish body, distracts them. In the meantime, the Collector sneaks into the enemy's headquarters and takes the Admiral's neck! Take it!! It's important, so I went twice!!

"I mean, I was beginning to think I'd lightly scout today. Enough to check the surrounding conditions.... ma, let's just do it. That's probably the limit of our brain specs."

"I won't leave it to you. Eh."

"Anxious."

Liza's color-positive operation began by name.

Pregnant with anxiety.

As the collector crouched in his arms as he dropped his point of view onto Liza's back, the guard mercenaries surrounded him with a spear as they noticed the approaching figure.

As you can see in the distance, Liza exaggerates making Cena and waving her hips.

My round ass is swinging to the left and right pretending.

The men, who were stiffened up as if they had been distracted, took a while to secure Liza.

As many as five men hold me down, only a voice screaming in the wind sounds uninterrupted.

It was a failure of Operation Yang.

"You should have rubbed it from the beginning."

The collector ran out as he rolled up his coat. I quickly pulled my long sword out of my sheath as I lowered myself. A man who was holding Liza back noticed the presence of the collector and put up a spear.

"Ngi!

Liza blushes and punches the man in the nose.

The crushed nose shattered and the blood splashed.

As the collector kicked and jumped on the ground, he swung his long sword down vertically. The man's left shoulder, which was holding Lisa down, blew up violently with the sound of crushing bones. Liza twists herself away.

The collector half-rotated his body on the spot.

The pulled coat punched the surrounding men in the face.

I rolled out a long sword at the back of a man out of balance.

The Holy Sword Black Lion slapped the belly of the man next to him horizontally as he broke the man's hips once.

The built-in drips down doggedly as the hot air rises from the soft belly of the cracked man.

The man with the broken left shoulder is incontinent and lagging back.

Liza, who pulled out the Divine Sword Espera, stabbed Todome by horseback riding on a man.

Three men were buried instantly.

A man holding his nose up swings his spear overhead. Liza hugged the man's leg. A colour of fright ran into the eyes of a man with a broken knee before.

The collector slipped his long sword with a one-handed poke.

The man's throat flute poured bright red blood around him as he peeled his big mouth open.

When I pulled out the sword, I saw Liza barely stabbing the blade of the gain into the back of the fallen man.

I saw eye to eye with one remaining man.

The collector drops his hips and looks at his hands poking.

The long sword was sucked into the man's chest and a blade tip popped out of his back. Pull out the sword quickly. The man collapsed from his face to the ground as he scratched forward with both hands to swim.

"You did it, big win!!

The zodiac moved his gaze around as he watched Liza jump a little.

For the sound of quite a few things for the struggle, there is no sign of anyone coming out of the building as one.

It's too unnatural. The collector softly pressed Liza, holding her long sword against her waist. Liza uttered an elusive voice describing her cheek as "munyu" as she was pressed with her cheek in the palm of her hand.

He's not going to leave.

"That's odd. Nobody's coming out. Are they pulling it off?

"I'm afraid of the Lizzas, I'm sure."

Leave the asshole alone. The collector thought as he watched Lisa run around himself. In the Battle of the Vain Forest, the power the Chamber of Commerce had at its disposal should be significantly reduced. Even if you hesitate here, things won't change. Rather, the enemy is able to increase his strength by means of abundant financial means.

"Liza, I'm just gonna go and have a look. You wait here."

"Oh no!

"No, don't be selfish."

"Does Klando hate Lisa? Can't you trust me?

Liza looks anxiously back at me with a crying face.

When this happened, the sweetness of the keeper, who couldn't shake it off underneath, appeared as if it were true.

"No, that's not what I meant. Oh, Mendo, too! Just promise me one thing. If I screw up, I don't care about me, so you just have to protect yourself first. That's good."

"Yeah. I can't do that..."

Liza put her eyebrows in eight letters and looked like she was about to cry.

"Promise me or I won't take you"

"Ugh. Okay."

The collector was confident in his immortality, but not so far as Liza was concerned. It also means insurance. In the unlikely event that one of them is captivated, if one of them runs away, there will always be a chance to rescue him.

(Of course, I'm not willing to lose from the start.)

Shake the black lion to roughly drop the adhesive blood. Then I tore off the clothes of the rolling men and wiped the blood paste on the blade. Human blood fat is quite troublesome when it creeps up, especially in late autumn when it's as cold as it is today, and it was easy to solidify by a drop in temperature. The black lion's cleavage was distinct from the loose ends there, but given the risk of dealing with a large number of them, it's smarter to take care of them when you can afford them. The mercenary on the slaughtered watch was throwing his tongue out, exposing his eyeballs to the cold sky, but he was no longer used to it.

Strange stuff.

I can no longer remember how many people I've come to this world and laid my hands on. Killing is an easy thing to get used to. Turning her gaze to Lisa, she had a golden wood rhinoceros flower on her nose mix as she succumbed to the side of the body. By the wreckage I smelled an incompatible refreshing smell. The collector took Liza to the building in front of her as she scratched her sleeping hair.

All of the buildings in Azit resembled animal huts in a shallow shaped manner. The door wasn't locked, and when I broke in alert, there was a unique dark odor that poked me in the nose. Sticked to the spot like an unintentionally moving leg was sewn on.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Ah. It happens. What's that smell, man?"

It smells terrible. Liza frowned, attracting the collector's coat and nodding her face.

According to stories Liza told me about the sleeping tale, this slave staging ground is managed by a man named Cornelius commissioned by the Joshua Chamber of Commerce. In order to have a large number of slaves, we will need the corresponding food.

"Do you even keep livestock...?

Liza roars firmly, keeping her whole body completely wrapped around the collector's coat. Dialogue with her seemed a little impossible. Not so much, it was a strong stench.

It's dim in the building and I don't feel any signs of people from near the entrance. The windows are high above the ceiling and I can see a few shark killers. I wonder if I'm getting little ventilation, my lungs seem to rot every time I inhale moldy, mixed air and I get depressed. It's a lot of space. If I stared, I could see something like farm equipment rolling around. It is scattered with large dust like rotten straw and cotton. The season is also seasonal, but it was unusually cold inside, partly because the sun didn't shine.

The brightness decreased even further as we went through the carrot room and into the back. My eyes get used to the darkness. The sound of unpleasant things rubbing against each other. When the collector took the firestone out of his lumbar bag, he took out the simple sweet potatoes and lit the fire. A simple snack is a thin bamboo cylinder with a cloth dampened with oil. As the slightest lights lit up indoors, they were ruthlessly clearly reflected.

The closest I can remember to a broiler's chicken farm. Inside, there was a woman of all races sticking her face out in a row across the side, pushed into the wooden frame in a similar condition.

In the middle of the room, there was a path through which one could manage to pass, and on the left and right, women with shackles in their hands and necks were crawling on all fours with vain eyes.

There were so many humans and subhumans, and there was not one shudder. They are silent without wandering around in an unbridled manner. It's unusual to be silent, but what made me feel much more unusual than that was the fact that everyone here was definitely pregnant with a child.

I can clearly tell when the protruding belly sticks out to the side even in low-brightness indoors.

The pregnant women do not raise a single voice, staring into the universe with eyes like dead fish.

Unintentional doll.

The collector trembled unknowingly at the good unknowable disgust of crawling onto his spine. With her face out from the side of her coat, Liza looks around a bit with her eyes round.

This was the main source of the unusual odor. On top of not washing their bodies to Locke, they were pushing in without gaps, reminding them as if they were livestock before shipping.

"Klund. Let's help them,"

"Oh, oh."

Encouraged by Liza's powerful voice, he approached one of the rooms. The collector spoke to the pregnant woman of the elf as she glanced at the strange smell that rose as she sat in front of the wooden frame.

"Hold on tight. I'm gonna get you out of here right now."

"Oh, oh."

When the captive, who was crawling on all fours like a livestock, accidentally turned to himself, he saw a faint flame lit in his vain eyes.

Does this feel like a peek into the endless dark canals without a bottom? The collector cracked his throat, as if his lungs had been squeezed directly. The woman's self-destruction happened suddenly.

"Ahhh!! Forgive me, forgive me! I can still give birth! Because I can give birth. Ahhh!! I can still use it! I don't hate you anymore. So don't follow me over there! Forgive me, forgive me. Yeah!!

The elf girl was tough, but her excellent appearance wasn't completely rusty.

In the first place, the Elves generally have many beautiful faces.

Thus, in contrast, its misery was extraordinary. The mindless feeling of fresh snow just falling on my mind being trampled with mud shoes is rising all over my body. From the eyes that just seemed to have lost their emotions, the tears of a large grain thrive.

"Calm down! Nothing frightening. I'm here to help you."

"Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. Yep!!

Whenever the elf's flaky hair fell on his nose tip, the collector felt severe vomiting and tears appeared in his eyes. The elf wooden frame, which is restrained while crawling on all fours, is heavily waved with gatangatan. Bone and skin limbs are the last signs of resistance. I conceived a new life that was supposed to be blessed. It rocked so ugly that it seemed like a tumor.

Embrace the girl's head so that the collector can cover it. The elf, touching the warmth of man, slowly loosened his bark like a mad dog. Turning his ears to all sides, a small blurring had arisen from all over the house, which was trapped in silence. When the elf finally understood that he would not be harmed, he feared with his eyes darkening his fright.

"Um. Aren't you one of the ranches?

"Ranch? What the hell is ranch?"

The elf girl made a crying smile look as she sneezed her face.

"You don't know anything. This is a slave ranch. Poor, you guys. I can't get out of here anymore."