Dungeon+Harem+Master

A collector raises his face from the elf girl.

A bumpy footsteps approached the front door.

Dropping her gaze at the sobbing that occurs next door, the pregnant woman's girl was pounding her up and down teeth violently. I can't even seem to speak anymore.

The face of the dead was made to look different even if she did not like the scars of the mausoleum and atrocities that had been perpetrated incessantly with the ninjas engraved since her capture. My back was cold and thin. Forcing innocent women to mate and sell as if they were livestock. I ran out of outrageous words.

I saw about five shadows of a man armed in the shadow of a door. The collector gently reached for the elf girl's head and rubbed it as gently as possible.

"Oh..."

"Don't worry. I'm gonna help you."

The girl's face was distorted and eventually collapsed. He's laying on his face and chewing his whimper to death. When the collector stood up, the five men barked heavily in their mouths.

"I don't know where it is, but I'm going to figure out where it is!

"This is a mesh seed from the Joshua Chamber of Commerce!

"You know what happens when you get your hands on people's stuff!

"If you look at those long black ears over there, you'll see. Daimyo, you must be one of those guys who's running around trying to help people!

"It's Tang Chang Wood. This is Hell's First Street! Don't think you can get out alive."

As the collector broke in front of his jacket as he stood up, he set the protruding black lion on the upper stage.

"It's you guys who are mistaken. Give him the three rivers."

When the collector saw Liza behind him only for a moment, he ran out to slip through the narrow hallway.

One of the unexpected men turns hesitantly but bravely.

Struck the long sword sharply against the opponent's blade.

When the man took his hand off the pattern in the shock of the slaughter, he clamped forward indefensibly.

I poked out the sword I held as I rolled up my coat.

The Black Lion of the Holy Sword scattered a tide of blood around his chest as it buried deep into the man's chest.

The men, who had a good voice of prestige, happen to take a distance and fall back into the rear room. As the collector kicked the wreckage of the rolled man, he paved the way and slowly followed it.

Each of the four men wears a leather breastplate and handkerchief. It was the flower's evidence that unity was not as if. The weapons in your possession are also towns such as hand axes, swords, spears, spears, etc. The men had even attacked the collectors with half a siege.

"Temehe and the others, what the hell are you fussing about! Why don't you just do it!?

The man, who jumped withering his squeaky voice, stiffened on the spot with his prosthetic hook claw curved oddly. It is Alexander, who calls himself Immortal.

"Klund. I didn't expect to see you here anymore. I also feel like I can't help but believe in God."

Alexander roared low with his eyes shining like a hungry wild dog.

Kick one of the sudden and frightening men. A cloudy bubble was gushing out of the edge of his mouth.

"Come on, kick his ass! It's time for me to show you what a sword arm you're always talking about!! The other person is alone. Oh, I don't know. Besides, this is a small indoor. You can't just run away this time."

I'm not running away from anything.

The collector put his right leg forward with a quiet look. How the men who were surrounding the three sides jumped at it as it became a calling water.

I swung and swept away the long sword. There was a sharp metal noise hitting the gut peak. At the same time, a man with his right hand slashed diagonally fell in momentum backwards. Broken farm equipment raised dust and scattered. Straw that had withered and not kept the prototype stood indoors. The men dressed in blinded clothes come out into the blind law.

The collector waved his long sword at his feet as he rolled forward.

The silver wire severed the man's tibia deeply, sprinkling misty blood smoke.

The zodiac remained hungry, single-handedly sticking out the blade upwards.

The tip of the leather breastplate sucked into the area of the stomach of the man who was in front of him.

When I quickly pulled out the long sword, I rose.

"Heh, heh. I knew you'd do it inside. Looks like they're no longer stuck with these mutts."

Alexander poisons with a faint voice as he lets his fat sweat hit his forehead. I have a sword, but my back was obviously pulling. I care very much about the flickering and rear doors. This is the home of the enemy. Then what awaits will be Icarus.

"I'll give you time to remember the Buddha."

"Well, calm down. You remember what I said when I met you in the summer? I don't recall that tsunami at all. Nice, nice. Dear Klund, I think we've had a long time together. If you think I finally saw you the other day, I don't know. Cry goodbye with the cross spears of the Subhumans. I captured a man named you, and I owed him my right arm, and I lived to this day. To do that, use any hand."

"Hey, Sancho. My mouth is pounding. You'll get a yawn. In short, I guess you asked for help because you weren't yourself. Too much pulling."

"I'll surrender that slack, and if I see this guy's face and he's still profitable, I'll surrender."

Alexander grinned hiccups as he moved sideways slightly through the door leading outside, drooling whoever from his mouth. I couldn't help but bury the sword I had on the spot, how much I put my faith in the person I was about to come in. Finally, Icarus appeared, and when the collector turned his point of view to the door without alarm, he stopped his eyes and froze at the person who came in.

Her hair, which is like golden, is wrapped around the cygnon as she twirls in the rear.

He had white skin like snow, petal-like lips beneath a neat nose beam.

Pale eyes blinking like melting the sea. The chest of the white jacket was cut thoroughly and deeply, and the elastic skin like a peach was glowing and glowing. You look somewhat thinner than what's in your memory. The elf-specific long ears were tingly shaken into small pieces.

"Do you have a voice for a long reunion? Yes, I wanted to see that face!! Come on, Dorothea! We're gonna half-kill the Krander guy. If an old woman chops you up, she won't be able to remember you either."

Pushed shoulder to shoulder by Alexander, Dorothea cursorily pulled out her long sword and moved forward with a flashing look. Nature, faced each other. I feel like I can't help it.

The collector lowered his sword while it was frozen, but Dorothea in front of him had pointed at the cutting edge of the sword he had handed when he was distressed by the pulled look.

"Long time no see, Dorothea. I haven't seen you in a while, but what the hell is going on here?

Dorothea frowned painfully, laying down her face but not trying to break her temper.

Right now, I don't understand the implications of confronting Dorothea like this. I pulled the hem of my coat as the liza behind me was difficult, and I looked up from the side worried. The collector unconsciously pushed Liza's head with his elbow.

"It's a bad guide and a poorly informed one, Klando. Dorothea is now my girl, isn't she? Oh, you were the wrong meat slave for me."

Alexander grinned with a lowered face, reaching from behind to Dorothea's breast to eagle. Change shape while soft chunky beauty meat is pinched.

Alexander stuck his nose tip and snorted like a dog as he put his face against Dorothea's neck muscle. The white neck muscles burned with shame and stained bright red had a blunt glow of slave collars, a sign of servitude.

"Hope you've been half-killed. That was so hard. It was hard. Every time I look at this lost right arm, I feel like I'm being scratched with a burning stick stuck in my brain, and it's been over for several nights? So, I thought. I wondered where the hell I'd hit this pain. So all my frustration with you was directed at the capture of the elves who fled the Chamber of Commerce. Hey, this Dorothea let me trick you inside. In fact, I can't help myself if Icarus' husband doesn't help me. But for what it's worth, I got this elf woman as a handkerchief to hunt down Klander. Look at these boobs! Hehe, hey, not at all when it comes to how good this woman's body is. Hey, Dorothea, what's with those eyes? Yeah. If you don't like it.... hehe, that's fine, that's fine. Look at his breasts. I just think it was built just to please a guy's stuff. Volume. So what? God doesn't give a shit. You're gonna get sick! The sense of conquest when you blame the Dorothea one from behind is that a man can be captivated at once. Hehe, what's up, Klando? I'm just a little pale. Oh, my God, if it was so irritating, don't give me a break. So it's only natural that my meat slave should follow me? Hihihi. Apparently, you're finally paying for your annual contribution."

The collector lowered the sword in his hand dallariously when he completely erased his expression in silence.

"Step aside, Dorothea"

The collector stepped forward looking at the face of the woman in the front without a word from earlier. Dorothea laid her long sword horizontally as she devoured her teeth as if she could not stand the pain. It is a posture that can be jumped at any time while the body is sinking.

The deliberation of the story Alexander told is uncertain. Standing in front of me as a fact was the figure of Dorothea, who, like a man, had no word denial, just obeyed.

My head got cool and hot, then something cold spread inside my chest.

I don't think Dorothea is going to fall in love with a gess like Alexander wholeheartedly, but what she's trying to do is man and woman. What has happened in the last few months has been unpredictable from the surface.

Dorothea, in particular, had a sexuality to let in a man who wasn't enough to take. Only my former fiancée, only the possessor himself. In the world, stories of incredible beauties putting themselves in a scumbag-like man and exhausting them are often true. Even if Dorothea's beauty was trampled by the hands of a man like Alexander, it was nothing like this to the collector who threw her away and left at that time. If you look at the structure, you can understand. Dorothea's sword is stunning without some gaps. The local power will probably be much higher than the zodiac. A sense of despair and good uncharted humiliation filled my body.

"Klund. Are you hurt!

Liza, with a worried look on her face, leaned aside.

Dorothea lay down her face sassy and frightened herself.

"Please, I don't want to mess with you."

Dorothea mumbled at something while nagging.

The collector rides himself out to listen.

At the same time the flash blinked.

The sword of Dorothea, which I paid for, struck me like a storm.

It was a miracle I was able to prevent it on the peak.

The collector was blown to the edge of the room by a heavy blow that did not seem like a woman's power.

I was badly blinded because I hit my head against the wall.

I stood up reflexively to the sound of slashing my ears.

I took it at the Peak of the Sword with the slaughter of the shooting down horizontal.

Dorothea eyes full of killing.

I looked straight at it.

"Liza, yuck!!

The collector screamed violently as he kicked the belly in front of his defenseless eyes. Dorothea seemed to tread if she was eating a strong forward kick but was barely damaged. You were protecting her with the magic of fortification, her abdomen felt heavy like an ancient tire.

I have to buy some time until Liza disappears after I protect her.

Fortunately, it seems that Alexander's only goal is the collector.

He stood at the door and built a meat wall until he saw Liza distorted his face and returned the blemishes.

"I mean, it's old fashioned, so we should miss one here, huh?

"Whoa. Dorothea, don't get weird. Just in case you let him go. I bet you know. Ah!!

Alexander is barking in a tall voice as he wields his hook nails. Dorothea just stood up with a sword on the spot with such a deafening windy face.

"... it's not all fate that's happened. Clando, I was wondering if you could get caught."

"What, aren't you talking? Hey, I thought you hated me."

Dorothea shook her face quietly to the left and right with a wounded eye and held her face down with her empty left hand.

Even as we talked, one mercenary after another came in hearing things through the door leading outside. About seven men stand with swords in their hands from behind Dorothea and on their hips. The collector released the sword in his hand to Dorothea's feet as he put it in his sheath. Blue's eyes rocked violently with the look of incredibility.

"And it's not like you and I can slash each other. Please be gentle."

Men attacked Dorothea on his butt as he heard the Zodiac's declaration of surrender.

Dorothea returned to the guard yard with a gloomy expression, sitting in a chair with only one, opening a bottle of wine with a cut mouth that was on the table. Heavy against the heat of alcohol that burns your throat. What's on my mind was full of collectors I just met earlier.

"Why are you showing your face now?"

I was defenseless on that spot. It should have been possible if the collectors had really tried to escape, but they didn't dare. Dorothea exhaled with a hot breath as she held down her dodgy, fiercely pulsating chest. I can see my cheeks lit up. In the past few months, the world, which was monochrome, had faded in an instant.

In the months following her breakup from the collector, Dorothea had changed her safe house several times to take the orphan half elves on a journey.

Naturally, to hide himself from the chasers of the Joshua Chamber of Commerce. In particular, Alexander's pursuit of the murder of his brother-in-law, Volker, was intransigent. Alexander, who comes down on eating no matter how many times he destroys the chaser's squad, no matter how deep he bears, was an unshameless perseverance on the two names of the undead.

The tide changed only after the Chamber of Commerce brought in a man named Icarus. Dorothea herself was confident in the arms of the sword, holding up to three draws with Icarus, who fights using demonic eyes, but in the end she had to take the children hostage and surrender to a separate unit led by Alexander.

Horatio, the head of the Chamber of Commerce, was the person who could abandon his personal affection for profit, and just then, it was the time when the slave ranch needed the most manpower, and even one man needed an armed warrior, and Dorothea finally had a piece of neck skin connected with the arm of his sword.

(It's a masterpiece. I didn't know you were a slave to these straw haters)

Dorothea mocked herself with her fingers gently extended to the collar, nestled in her own neck muscle. Ranch manager Cornelius Kidd was an extreme sub-hater, and in that sense Dorothea was treated exactly like a passageway of that name.

The shackles nestled in Dorothea's neck are nothing ordinary. It is said that ancient magic was used to inject poison only against those who tried to remove it. It was also the worst substitute for the operator, Cornelius, to combine the properties of breaking and releasing poison at the same time as he died.

Dorothea was even lonely in the days of being taken hostage by the children of the half elf, just carrying out ranch guards and slaughtering and killing the enemies that would strike.

The only thing is that there is no such thing as a treasurer that I was about to love, and he is free.

Naturally, there were many men who put their thoughts on her beautiful, even within this ranch. Among them, Erkel's approach, which was the same guard as that of his miscellaneous husband Suleiman, was out of the group. They were both of Dorothea's kind, and the favor was innocent.

Dorothea originally had a personality that was easily relieved of emotions, and there was no need to rely on anything else. I can't fall in love with her from the core, but it was nice to be simply chipped. Just like a man.

As a result, Suleiman and Erkel made a duel noise over Dorothea.

Naturally, Erkel, who was brave enough to win or lose. Suleiman, who came up with it, snuck up to Dorothea's wife that night and cut off her feathers.

What Dorothea wanted was not to stand otherwise, but just to be around and be out of this desperate situation for any moment. There was a great sense of momentarity. In my heart, I was manipulating the treasurer and preventing the sleigh man from falling, but the tragedy happened then.

Now, Dorothea didn't know until that moment that she had a poison curse on her collar. Suleiman put her hand on Dorothea's collar as a woman of her age spewed her luscious sweet little words. And the shackle effect prepared by Cornelius was framed in a variety of ways.

First, when Suleiman's arms vaporized bright white like boiled meat, a black dot floated across his face and body, dyeing his skin blue and black in every corner.

When Suleiman spit his blood hard on Dorothea's face, he fell from his bedside to his side and he had no time to extinguish himself. According to a later confirmation, the effect of the poison on that collar curse was equivalent to that of Wyburn, an extreme that would have led to death in seconds if humans. Children are taken to quality and their lives are tied by a curse. The poison collar was remotely operated by Cornelius's technique and was designed to activate automatically when Dorothea left at a certain distance. It was a craftsmanship set up by Cornelius, who was careful not to let her escape alone. In the invisibility of the future, just in the days of caricature, Dorothea lived thinking of the few days she had spent with the treasurer. As it is, it is a delusion that the collector will live in cooperation with everyone without leaving the inside. The night I slaughtered my enemies attacking the farm, as I recall, I slept thinking of the face of the collector and praying. Separated from the children of the elves, the blanket and the coolness of the sleeping bed, alert to the night crawls of the desolate and despicable men, gradually deprived them of sound thought. There is always no appetite and tiredness does not leave during the day. Stress stopped my period. My cheeks shredded somewhat and I lost a lot of weight.

Dorothea's spirit was endlessly devastated, and it was becoming troublesome to eliminate the man who sometimes attacked his sleep. Cornelius is sad. I deliberately joined the men in Dorothea's sleeping place, a woman, in anticipation of this happening.

One misses him. Hard, painful.

Unless Dorothea accepted desire as a woman on this farm, the men dared to decide to ignore it thoroughly. I can only meet half-elf children once a week, and for a limited amount of time. Though I am often unconscious when I am alone, true solitude is something that comes into being in many human beings.

(Still worked hard. Wataru did his best...)

I didn't expect it when Alexander told me there was an intruder on the farm.

When I saw the face of the treasurer, that's what I couldn't help thanking God for.

Until I saw a dark elf woman who would obey beside her.

(What the hell is that woman! You threw away the straw, and you've been dairying it for so long! Weird thought you were a dark elf with a worm!? Unforgivable, never forgivable!!

Dark elf girl with dark skin like chocolate. From Dorothea's brain, the moment I saw the girl leaning against the collector, all the cuttings were fogged up and her head was filled with the emotion of just “jealousy”.

"That woman!!

Well-maintained blonde hair is knitted and flushed behind without any dirt. Even though the wolf can only be allowed to bathe in the water once every ten days.

The large almond-shaped eyes were brilliant and moist wet in colour. Did you seduce Klund with those eyes? The munchy skin is glossy and fleshy, and the flames of jealousy are likely to boil back the halibut if you think the man you miss has hugged you many times.

I haven't had my wrinkles held yet.

I didn't deny Alexander's bullshit because I wanted the collector in front of me to be a little jealous.

Dorothea was pretty confident in her body. Both these sticky breasts and butts should be enough to lure a man out of his way. In fact, his whole body trembled with comatose pleasure when he saw the face of the collector, who was disguised as calm, pull on.

- Klund is jealous of me. Yes, more suffering. And now you regret the value of what you let go! If you suffer only for what we have suffered, then Klund will not be worthy of the split!!

It was easy for Dorothea to speculate on the delusions that the collectors draw in the back of her brain. I knew in the practical experience that I was jealous enough to burn myself out just because I thought the meat out of my own hands would be ravaged by the hands of others.

Then, I realized the ruthless manner in which I had done it and felt nauseated. Are you glad to see the collector? Or now, do you want to recruit every grudge when you throw it away at that time? Or...

"What. That's unusual, Dorothea."

It was Alexander, who had already left his face in a red tide, who appeared through the open door. At a time when I honestly did not accept a man's carnal desire, it was only Alexander, as if he could not read the air, among the mercenaries, who would speak against Dorothea, who had been divided into eight villages.

Ranch manager Cornelius didn't like the fact that Dorothea, who is given special attention by the Horatio of the Chamber of Commerce, just said he was subhuman, and used a palliative hand to deliberately isolate him in the squad and let Dorothea step into the point of accepting the carnal desires of the men herself, but Alexander did not quite understand in that regard.

On the contrary, Alexander could not wait to treat Dorothea as his own woman in a more welcoming manner, in response to one point where other men would not try to dictate Dorothea.

"Hehe. What's the matter, I finally caught the man who dumped you. Hey."

"Don't."

Alexander lips to kiss A when he grabs Dorothea's hand schematically, but he was shaken off sassy.

"Hey, that's enough. Speaking of the original, I guess the one from Klund set you up like this because he dumped you. It's time to give up everything and be my girl. hehe."

"Call me an idiot. By and large, it was you who captured the strawberries!

"Oh, my God, that's it. This is this. First of all, you won't be able to escape this Chamber of Commerce anymore. Besides, I'm going to serve Horatio quite seriously. They admit it inside. To that evidence, Holla. You finally made it to the head of the convoy last week."

"That didn't just roll up the top..."

"You don't care about that. I think I'm in love with you. It seems like it's time for you to respond to my feelings. Am I right? And that cland, look. Is this how you comfort me when I miss you?

"Ya. Stop it!!

Alexander turned his hand around his hips and put his face closer as he hugged Dorothea. He spreads his fingers out to his glutes. When he slapped the back of his hand, Alexander slipped away and pretended to hold his head. Dorothea had converted the feel of her fingers grabbed by her butt meat into that of a natural keeper in her brain, speeding up the heartbeat of her chest. Drunk also helps, Dorothea's brain is clouded and everything is cornered in a throwing direction. All I feel for Alexander is anger and hatred. My anger, which I would cut off if I were always, was stopped. From the invisible despair of the exit, I can't care less, and the ruinous self that gets laid brings its head in my heart.

"I love you. I want you. All right, Dorothea."

"No, you can't. Don't be ridiculous! I'm gonna stick around today!!

"You bark. Cute Yamezu"

Alexander would have liked to have pushed Dorothea onto his desk. The whispering of this man's love is all but an empty falsehood. Even though I knew it, I regretted it so much that my standing and weakness, which I couldn't strongly reject, made me cry. I always wish someone would ask for it. Reason on it, that's good. It's the privilege of a woman to say no to this.

"Ahem? Not accepting me means what happened to those kids."

"Dastardly!

Now a strong aversion arose toward Clarity and Alexander.

I could have done as much as I wanted to.

(This guy is not like Klund. Just a guy on the tip of his mouth)

I can assure you.

This man is scum.

And it was sad that only such a man would come by.

"It's okay to be cowardly. Hehe, if I can get you. Hehe. You know what I mean. I mean, I'm pretty prepared to go this far, too, right? If you want to stick around any longer. See?"

I have to jump. I think we have to figure out a way to get the captured collector out of the cell and rescue everyone, but the protruding Dorothea's arms were too weak to push back the thin Alexander's chest.

The voidness of what happens when you refuse spreads into your chest.

Whatever the current once was, the collector walked away with no hands on Dorothea.

I was also certain that that was jerking off her self-esteem.

In case this man gets lost in blood and hands on the children, everything he has endured so far will be attributed to blisters. You will abandon the village and be trampled to the last of Dorothea, who lived with me. With that in mind, cheaply pushing Alexander aside to anger would not be a good idea. It's okay. I've refused it so far. The guy today just happens to be excited about the big guy. About one wild dog with blood on his head, what if he can't do it?

"That's right. Accept me. If you accept my stuff, you'll forget about that guy. I'll make you feel better. You can't stop without a man in this body, can you?

"You can't do strawberry body. Wrinkles, Wrinkles Protect Fucking."

"Ha! Something may pass while you say that! The spring of my life is a miracle. Anyway, you're the owner of the Chamber of Commerce for the rest of your life. Well, it wouldn't hurt to sell me the charm, would it? Hey, this is a deal. I think so. Hey."

"What kind of deal is that?"

"If you defy me, I'll reduce the feeding for the kids, okay? Are you sure? Even if the number of kids drops any further."

"You, a man named you."

Use the children as a tool for trading, as they deserve, if they are not appealed to and heard by love. Dorothea is also involved in the regular task of looking around the ranch, and not always keeping an eye on Alexander. It is a man to spit on. However, given the circumstances, we cannot refuse to take a breath.

"Touch even one straw finger. Die. I'll die."

"Hehe, you're not going to die. You're untrained by Klander, aren't you? Then I'm going to repaint you myself. I'll teach my meat slaves to never remember a man like that again. Whoa."

"Bullshit, don't joke"

"I don't know. I'm gonna kill the kids. Yikes. Hehe. Shut up and give me some milk. Do it."

"Scum, coward! Inhuman!!"

"You'll be happy to welcome the man every day from now on."

Dorothea was like a pathetic worm nested in an ant hell's nest.

Close your eyes and do your hand on the hips dagger.

Alexander smiled humbly at me when I couldn't do anything.

My heart was disturbed by humiliation, hatred and feelings I didn't know for sure.

Cland. clando!! Get the straw out of here, quick, get it out of here.

Of course, what is in Alexander is that he wants to fulfill his carnal desires with Dorothea's abundant body. I stretched out my arms and grabbed my big breasts. One shadow stood across the door as Alexander embarked on himself to bring his body even closer.

"Heh, heh. Sir."

"What's the matter, why didn't you go on?"

Icarus kept his arm in front of the door and his cold eyes.

"Ouch!!

When Dorothea returned to me to the words, she thrust Alexander out of the room.

All that remained was Icarus looking down cold as a bug at the flipped Alexander.