Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector fumbled the cup of ivory in his hand, and it was time to take it to his protruding lips. Dust and hot air are rising. Even in buildings that cut off cold air, it's a world below zero. Drinking out a sigh of liquor that seemed so warm that a scorching mass sliding down his throat twitched his brain. The collector gave his nose a pimple with a relaxed look.

"Mmm. It's good. It's best to warm up with this guy when it's cold."

"Your husband, say your mouth"

"Mmm."

Pordina, sitting beside him, carried the dried meat into his mouth. Take your time and chew it up. It draws saliva and mixes it with the alcohol aftertaste left in the mouth. Slightly stronger salty meat softly unwinds and returns to fine fiber. He snapped at the tip of his tongue to twitch, biting the pieces of flesh hard. Then, continue to wash with alcohol and dry the cup.

When I look up, I see myself in the eyes of a maid full of charity.

I stretched my fingers and took Pordina's thin wrist.

Pull it closer and hold it in your chest. Her sweet exhale hit her neck muscle.

"Um... You know, you guys often end up like assholes in this situation."

"Am I?"

Face your voice. Karen had her jittery eyes triangulated as she lay down on an old bed in the corner of the room.

Next to it, Liza is sleeping with a blanket on her face. Loulou, who was sitting back on a stationery and fixing things, had his eyebrows in eight letters like he was in trouble.

"Because you don't have a choice. There's nothing else to do."

"Yes, yes. Klander's right. Karen, I wish your lord had a drink too."

Dorothea gave it a decent look. My hair is flowing that I'm putting together in my cygnon. In a golden sea, blue eyes were hot and moist.

"I find it hard to get drunk like an idiot."

"Really!?

Karen's thrown pillow flew with Supo and just meeted on the face of the collector.

Shortly after he finished attacking the Wingman ruins, the collectors found by the Royal Army had become captives.

Apparently, Marc and his men are locked up somewhere else for interrogation, obviously because of Republican soldiers.

Meanwhile, when the collectors found out that they were from the Romles, they were given a regular room and placed under house arrest in the middle of nowhere.

"The food will be served three times, and the liquor will be as much as it takes."

"Hmm. It's not a third grade."

Dorothea moistened the reddened eye area and soothed the bottle.

"I don't know, you guys drink too much. Now I've been drinking for three more days, and, uh, already. The smell of alcohol is going to make my head weird."

Karen had a seizure and hit the blanket flat with a bang.

also dusty.

Pordina put her hand on her mouth and obviously looked disgusted.

"hahaha"

"It's not a laugh."

"Isn't it from the beginning that there's something wrong with your balls?

The color of Karen's eyes softly chills into Pordina's remarks.

"Heh, yeah. Doggy boy. Are you selling me fights again?

When Karen stands with her hands on her hips, she provokes with the utmost glare.

When Pordina's tail shuddered, he stood upside down and poked heaven, entering a state of battle.

"Stop it, Karen. Pordina will make you cry again."

"Nah, I don't know about crying. I can't beat a dog like this."

"Princess, I'm already around."

"Uh-oh, uh-oh! Loulou, shut up!

"Phew."

As Karen shook Louloulou's hand off, Pordina hiked her little nose and laughed.

"Ah! Ah! Bullshit. I am the daughter of the proud king of the meadow. Even in a hand-to-hand fight, you can't beat their mountain daughter there. Crand makes too much of a fool of himself."

But hey.

"Honestly, I don't think anyone beats Pol with their bare hands..."

Dorothea peeks upside down at the liquor bottle. He doesn't care about his heart.

"Ugh, you guys. Huh. Ugh."

Karen joins Pordina in four when she jumps out of bed.

Specifically, they compete for strength while intertwining their fingers with each other.

Karen puts her strength into her slender arms with wrinkles between her eyebrows. The chewing white teeth sparkled chilly as they peeled out.

"Ngigi."

"Hmm."

When Pordina rang her nose, she let Karen's body float across the universe as if to give her a light chair.

"Nah!?

"You have long ears that don't punish you. It's time to remind him of the relationship between the top and bottom."

Pordina fluttered on her shoulders as she turned Karen's body across the universe.

Tighten the chin and thighs tightly by doing your hand.

Exceptional position determined that.

Argentinian backbreaker.

It is also known as a "human muffler” because it rides humans around with a neck muscle.

The hand of Pordina burst here in the land of Etria.

"Do you surrender?

"Yaaaaaa! I don't want to give up!

Karen resists with a bumpy white thigh.

The collector's gaze concentrated on Karen's leg.

You don't like that, you can put more and more pressure on both arms of Pordina.

Karen's eyes ran blood with anger.

"... you're being mean. Hmm!"

Hmm, the part of makes me manly tone somehow.

Karen's scream sounded, and a fierce footsteps approached from across the door.

"Seriously, no!? Hey, Loulou. It's a towel! Throw in the towel."

"Huh? Ah, ah. Yes."

The battle was decided in an instant. It is a victory for Pordina.

After this, the soldier on the lookout infuriated me tremendously.

"Look, you've pissed me off."

When the collector put him to sleep on the bed, he became a big letter and foolish.

At his feet he is letting Pordina cut his outstretched toenails with a knife.

When Pordina cleverly cuts her nails off, she is either satisfied with her work or she is swinging her tail left and right specially. Karen kept her eyes closed as she turned towards the wall with a flurry.

It's not my fault.

"Don't be so fuzzy. Besides, even if it's a prisoner, it's so generous. If you want to cut your nails, you can lend me a knife."

Normally, we don't give blades to prisoners.

"But honestly, it's been three days. I'm tired of being here."

Karen yawned loudly as she extended her arm. The pink tongue looks good. Pordina frowned openly.

"Rest and rest. On the contrary, my body was rested, and I think it was just fine."

"Hey, dog boy. What do you think?"

"I would not be inconvenient if I were with your husband."

"Will you come?"

Karen snorted at Pordina's words and Dorothea laughed bitterly.

"Um, Dorothea. How's your leg?"

"Hmm. The scabs are blocked. The healers here are good inside."

Dorothea's right ankle, Yaqued, had also received allowances as soon as he was taken prisoner, and had not even taken care of himself.

"And then, if we get out of here, we'll be very happy."

Dorothea cares about her ankle and touches it firmly on the bandage. As the collector emptied his head and stared at the ceiling, Liza, who was wearing a blanket next door, woke up.

"Funya."

"What. I haven't had a mess yet."

Liza looks around Kyolokiolo, drooling in covetousness. You wake up and you don't know where you are for a moment. It was time for Karen to crawl closer on all fours on the bed, pinching Liza's cheek with both hands and pulling it to the side.

"I thought you were sleeping. This."

"Funny. That, Karen. Where are we? Liza, when are you coming to us..."

"No, I'm not home."

"Right. Take a look. You see, his face is funny."

"Stop."

Sigh as Pordina shuddered. Is not trying to stop it because she too is slowing her consciousness slightly over the last three days of lazy life?

As the collector remained on the pillow and watched the interaction between the two, he heard a regular march from across the door with cuttlefish and military shoes ringing the floorboards. Loulou, who was sitting in the chair, gets up and makes his left and right long ears squint. Footsteps stopped in front of the door, and a squeaking noise of unlocking the lock rang.

As Loulou advanced in front of the door, there were about five soldiers lined up in black military uniforms. I don't feel like killing. If you ask me, I hear a high-ranking human being is applying for a visit to the collectors. The collector, who was bored under house arrest, took the offer, yawning heavily.

"That said, I guess there's no veto."

All the collectors know is that this is somewhere in the fortress of Mount Wilhelm.

When they were taken, everyone was blindfolded and walked quite a distance. I haven't had a chance to look inside the fort since I was slammed into one room, except when I was on a stool.

The collector took a leisurely stride, surrounded by soldiers. Despite the rapid construction, the interior of the fairly solid construction is built in anticipation of a long battle for the castle. We traveled through a narrow passage surrounded by inflexible soldiers. After a while, he reached in front of a luxurious door that was clearly not built like the others.

"Now, will there be ghosts or snakes"

As the collectors entered the room, they saw the boy standing in front of the sandalwood desk. Was it twelve or three when I was old? He has a thin body with lines such as growing up in a greenhouse. Soft golden hair with cool eyes. He wore a blue top and bottom made of fine fabric with a slightly incompatible sword of golden construction on his waist. Right next to the boy stood guarded by Fristfor-Robernov with cold eyes.

Your Majesty would like to welcome the guests of the Romles immediately.

"Sire?"

"Who allowed you to speak"

When the collector asks reflexively, the fristfold begs. The collector pointed his lips in a somewhat nasal fashion. The frown between the fristfoll became more and more rugged.

"Fristfol. All I could hope to see was you. Such a way of speaking would be rude."

"But"

"See, that's what the kid says. You're so young."

"Ki, you."

Fristford opened his eyes and laid his hands on the sword of his hips. At the same time, there is a pleasant laugh from the boy. The slightly higher voice had a unique danger that had not yet undergone a vocal change.

"Ha. Boy. I didn't mean to call you boy. This hurts again. I guess so. If you didn't know the rest, you could have looked like a petty little kid. Guests of the Romles, what's their name?"

"It's Klund. Say hello."

Fristford let his mouth open and close as hard as a goldfish wanting air. And the Dorotheas, who had withheld behind them, half-hearted the man, and remained firm.

"Do you call me Klund? The rest is Nikolai Etrial, the twenty-third king of the kingdom of Etria. The king is tentative, though. Please do me a favor."

As soon as I heard the name, all but the possessor froze on the spot. Though I had imagined that a high-ranking man would appear, I didn't think he was Prince Wang. Nicolai's father, his predecessor, had died in the revolution, and although he had not been crowned, the boy in front of the treasurer was practically no more than his last successor in the royal family.

"That's magnificent. I don't care if you ask the rest of my name."

"I guess I just don't get it."

Fristford changed his blood phase and tried to slash him against a collector who was disrespectful, as usual, but Nicolai pulled all the others out of the room because of the amusement of the wild plot man in front of him.

The collector suddenly found himself alone with a strange boy, albeit a royal of the diaspora, uncomfortable.

but the prince laughs uncontrollably, recommending himself a lavish chair and shining his eyes. I think it would be rude to ignore it and sit back. Face to face, you can see the prince's righteous face close to his pores. Nikolai's eyelashes were long and, overall, the creation of a body made up of thin lines like a girl.

"It's Klund. This means we can finally calm down and talk. This."

Nicolai rang the bell and made the liquor ready when he called the samurai.

"Oh my God. Suddenly. You want me to drink a shot or something? Unfortunately, I don't feel that way."

Nikolai blinks with a Kyotong face for a moment. Eventually, you realized what it meant, and while hiding your mouth, you twisted and smothered your body elegantly.

"Damn, how far do you make me laugh? You don't have to worry. I don't have that kind of hobby after all. Most importantly, if you have that kind of hobby in Klund, you can lend a fristfol."

"No kidding."

"Ah wow. Nevertheless, your Lord's hair and eyes are black. It's like, darkness. Is that it? Are there so many black people in the Romles?

"Come on, I don't know. People with black hair and eyes, like me, were a minority."

"Hmm. It's a strange phase. The rest is the first time I've seen a dark-haired, dark-eyed person up close."

"The colors are different, and so are the others. More than that, Your Highness, what the hell was your intention to talk to me about? But I don't have much information."

"Hehe. For the rest, I don't doubt you're a spy or anything. In short, you're bored."

"Boredom"

"I can't do it if the long match goes on like this. Especially here, because there's nothing. Besides, Fristford won't give me any information from the outside. Don't you think it's mean?"

"There's so much the world doesn't know. Um, but I'm sure you've taken into account a lot of things."

"But it's strange to say that it's a good idea. Let's talk about it."

"What?"

"Whatever your adventure has been."

The collector told of what had happened inside the Wingman's ruins as he was rushed. Nicolai was so hungry for excitement that he was overjoyed by the fortune-teller's talked adventure Tan, sometimes swallowing his voice and silent, sometimes cheering and experiencing death fights in the dungeon. If you can react so far, you can also get fever. The collector was plenty of self-esteem tickled in front of the innocent eyes of a boy prince who sees a hero, and he also forgot that time had passed and kept talking.

"Hey, it was a sweat-gripping adventure in my hand. It's heartbreaking to hear. Cland, the Lord is a first-rate storyteller. The rest even felt like I was on the spot. Satisfied, satisfied"

When Nicolai rang the bell at hand, he called the samurai indoors. The white samurai, of a quiet colour, laid the basin in her hand on her desk and laid her eyes down. When Nicolai nods to Eagle Deep Fried, the cloth he was putting on top is taken away at the hands of the samurai. There were mountains and piles of shining golden ingots by the blink.

"Little, but thanks for the conversation. Take it."

"Seriously? I already got it. Can't you just give it back later?"

As the collector quickly extends and puts a pile of sticks into his belly, he looks around him with a glimpse. Nicolai didn't break his grin with the king's forgiveness, but the maid beside him didn't even try to hide her contempt gaze.

"As much as I'd be happy to have you that far. It is good to be honest with yourself. Hopefully, I'll be happy to take it from you."

"Well, I don't care what they say. Oh, my God."

"Klund. We know that your lords have come all the way from the Romles in search of the branches of the world tree. I liked the rest about the Lord. I want to help you do it if possible, but there are things the world can and cannot do. And there are more or less things you can't do in. Regrettably. Come on, welcome home to the guests. Elina."

"Hey, wait a minute. There's more to the story."

"Welcome home"

The samurai, commanded by Nicolai, drags the samurai to the door with force that does not seem to be its skinny.

It is an outfit that fits well together in arms. There were traces on the carpet with long hair legs.

"Whoa, I guess you're still saying we need to talk. That's awesome."

The samurai is even silent. I left a puny feel on my stiffened right elbow.

"My boobs are hitting me."

The samurai made a noise and closed the door as she threw the samurai down the hallway looking like a ghost. Hit him hard in the back against the slab wall and he stops breathing. The women who were waiting came running around.

"What are you doing, Lord?"

"Well, I don't know. I guess the first impressions weren't bad."

"You're not the only one who thinks that, actually."

Perhaps so, he was a keeper falling into suspicion.

"That's why the prince was more favorable to us than I thought, but since the positive attack method is unlikely to bring down any permission, I decided to sneak off to the World Tree."

"Ha."

Deeper, the collector snuck out of the false fort when he crept into the toilet under the guise of abdominal pain. Loulou, who has followed him as an escort, is hammering with what an uneasy face without vigour.

The two were leaning shoulder to shoulder as they lurked themselves in a storage shed on the outskirts of the fort. Without a cold breeze to blow, the collector was in a good mood while turning his nose bright red. In short, he had plenty of energy.

"Are we the only ones messing around? At least one thing for the princess."

"Silly. Go to Karen, he's set to make a gaggle noise. The same goes for Liza. Find out fast. Then you'll be more vigilant, won't you? So it was only tonight."

That's not the only reason. Neither Karen nor Loulou have exhausted their magic in the fierce battle of the dungeons, and their fatigue has not completely slipped out. Dorothea suffered a right leg injury. Pordina left even what remained.

Loulou was sincerely wondering that he had been chosen over Pordina by his companions. In terms of contribution and trust, Loulou is a few steps inferior to Pordina. It was a groove for her: a great reality that was regrettable but never buried early.

"... he doesn't even show his bare hands, but the damage is huge. Salamander would have bashed me in. Wounds like that, after a couple of days, work with jitters. But I didn't choose you for the erasure. I hear the branches of the world tree are in silly heights. I depend on your lightness. Don't you do it."

"Ha. If it's your life, Klando, risk this life!

"Ba, silly. Your voice is high."

The collector crouched in dressed to hold her head down as he put his index finger on Loulou's lips and looked around. Though out of the fort, the discipline of the King's Army is harsh and the outpost looks like it could be there. They would have looked sweet if they could have been found with a little caution. They wouldn't have had a second time either.

"But if we can figure out the exact path to the world tree, there's a risk that the guards will find us somewhere."

"That's what it is. That's why I'm counting on you. Loulou."

"Huh?"

"We need information. Not for us. But how can I do that with my captivity?

"Huh."

"Fortunately, there are plenty of predetermined playwomen in this formation. It won't be hard to get around. Even on a mountain like this.... and then, you know what I mean."

"Yes, sir"

"Operation Colour II activated. A flattering body is a colorful fragrance of Loulou's luscious adult."

"But good luck with that."

The samurai, Elina, was walking down the cold-cut hallway towards her as she bit to death the leaking raw yawn. It's a fort on the top of the mountain. Indoors, though, at night, the chill hits me that's going to freeze to the core. From a slight gap in the light, I could see the soldiers burning a burning fire and taking up night protection.

"A lot of work. Good luck, everyone."

Clearly, the defeat of the King's army is intense. Still, all the men gathered here are mighty men who seek destiny with the Etrian royal family to the point of a soldier.

I'm ready to die.

Elina has been eating royal locks for generations. In a rebellion called the Revolutionary War, named by the rebels, no father, no brother, no brother remained in the war and died. I will be twenty-six this year. At this age, he won't even have a daughter-in-law. It is a terrible thing, such as being a lowlife and yet being able to serve the noble. That's what I think right now, and I've been working until today.

"That's it, that guy."

During the day, that man bathed in the honor of seeing.

"I'm angry, no more."

Prince Nicolai behaves extremely disrespectfully to the good of being generous. If you ask your fellow samurai, don't you think they come all the way from Romless to relax and look for herbs? Dirty outfit for bossy hair. Besides, barbarians who don't even know the least bit of courtesy. He was Elina's most hated type of man.

"Uh, something's getting hot in my head. What if I can't sleep early tomorrow?"

When Elina reached the bedroom where she was rejoicing in a rude walk that she could not show on a daily basis, she returned to her well-respected bedroom. In the same room, Elina's bunk is on a bunk bed. I gently put my foot on the ladder so as not to wake my colleague. It was then.

"Hih!?

I accidentally wrapped a cold finger around my ankle. I thought it was my colleague Satis, but the gotten fingertips don't belong to women, no matter what you think. As I raised my neck to raise my voice, the world flipped around as soon as I could. When I thought I was blocked in the mouth, the next moment, I had myself rolled on the floor.

"Mm-hmm."

I'll try a jittery rampage under no auspices. The limbs are cleverly restrained with twisted sheets.

As Elina was making her body jump like a shrimp rising offshore, the great darkness drew much closer.

"Yay, you took care of me during the day, maid"

"Mmmm!!

The person approaching in the dim darkness was a Romless man named Klund, whom he saw in the prince's room during the day.

"Uh, for many reasons. From now on, I'll have you follow me to where you have it. I won't allow objections."

Elina shook her face hard left and right in the sense that it was no joke, but she shrunk herself to the tingling sensation poked at her throat.

"Shut up."

The Lord of Voices is a young woman. They grabbed my hair and pulled me back.

The feel of a cold, hot blade.

A sharpest blade is choosing his throat.

Confusion and fear were all over me, I didn't know it, tears spilled out of both eyes.

As soon as possible, the face of a man named Klund was distorted as troubled.

- Choro. A man.

Elina cried and, once she had successfully escaped the scene, she tongued in her stomach, asking the Kingsguard of Enthusiasm to be sentenced to a maximum sentence. Just serving as a royal maid of honor, Elina was a beauty and also confident in her own appearance.

This kland is sweet enough to show a man hell.

And, as Elina guessed, the man wandered visibly.

"Hey, don't cry. Ru, Loulou. Look, this kid's crying, too. Wouldn't it be better if the knife was gone for now?"

"Mr. Klando. Don't be serious about a woman's tears or anything. You can flush as much as you like at your own convenience."

"Ke, but come on"

"From the guards, it's a shame that you're a wing family. I can feel it coming out in the middle of the night, but should we stick around a little bit?"

Without responding any more, Loulou squeezes Gilli and Erina's hair and interrogates them with a cold voice.

"Mr. Loulou asked about your qualities until he touched his ass by a despicable soldier. And so be thoughtful. Look, Loulou's going to let go of my hand from now on, so be quiet. Here."

"Thank your generous husband, silly daughter. And please, don't act like I don't care about anything anymore. In fact, it's easy for me to cry my neck and torso off before you tremble my throat."

Loulou's low, creepy voice.

Elina suddenly stayed in the tragedy that had befallen us, but she stretched her will through to the end and shook her neck sideways. Loulou's lips are grossly distorted. Her eyes were moisturized by the colour of joy, rather, the anger of refusal had no fine dust.

"So much so that I can see no untrained in this neck"

"Wait a minute! Loulou, keep it down."

"Huh?

"It's the guts inside. I don't want to force myself or the useless killing. I have no grudges against you. [M] I want you to cooperate voluntarily, if possible. So."

"Mm-hmm?

"I'm going to torture you so you can be cooperative."

Elena's cramps increased by 30%.

She's bickering her whole body like a good live shrimp.

But for the collectors who entered porn mode, they were also just essences to be put on a sexual harassment in the name of torture to be carried out.

"Fuhihi, I'll treat you to a pretty maid. Sorayu."

Erina remembered the feeling of her glutes wandering when she was flipped to a gluttonous depression, and her face lit bright red with a flame of shame.

"Ah. This, too, because the maid doesn't agree. Even for me, Twine Dayoner. I don't want to do this, Dayoner."

"Mmm-hmm."

"What's mummy? So I'll start Mimomi more than this. Momomi. Uh-oh, no, no, no. Ha-ha-ha."

The caress that I called the harlot's torture was pretty tiny.

Elina is pushed to the left and right of her ass and rubbed slightly with a twirling hand.

She was a virgin. Of course I don't have any petting experience. On the contrary, the palace has served long since adulthood and I haven't even had a chance to touch Loch with a man. Disgust and shame swirled violently in my head.

Regardless, I don't wear shorts because they are pre-bedtime.

It was Erina's sexuality.

She was a man who did not wear underwear when she went to bed.

It's only a reward for the collector.

"Oh, wow, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya. Mochi. Suck on your fingers. Suck on it."

"Hmm."

"Momomi. Uh-huh. Do it. Do it."

"Hmmm!?

"Maid, you have such a big ass. Is it cheap?

It is a sexual harassment statement of stability. God may punish this man.

I'm gonna kill this guy, and I thought it was a while ago.

"I can't stand it either."

Listening behind her back to the sound of lowering her underwear, Elina finally went down to the military gate of the Collector to protect her chastity.