Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was half a month before the collector was placed under house arrest in his cell for his daily misdemeanor, which kept the new year close. At the end of the year, the Adventurers' Union (Guild) also ceases to operate altogether and, with the exception of some adventurous madness, people take long breaks. Anyway, Romless has a terribly long New Year period.

Usually, I spend the whole month just relaxing with my family. Naturally, most shops dealing with daily necessities and food also rest. Little bit, it's close to winter.

Thus, each household has no trouble stockpiling food for a long time or preparing for New Year's Eve. Lynette has also been discharged safely and has no spare time in rehab. If so, the extra leisure keeper, if he drinks and hedges like every night, doesn't go home fine for a couple of days or so.

"Absolutely."

was in the state of This becomes a problem later. Naturally.

If you try to be the daughters of the treasurers, this was, in a way, nothing but fear. Anyway, the collector barely talks about his involvement.

In other words, even if they disappear somewhere one day, they have no idea what it's like to be ahead of them. Ordinary wives shouldn't complain about husbands like this getting beat up at the same time, but it's a fallen weakness there. It's like spoiling a whole family.

And the collectors didn't have the delicate nerves to bring it together, like they would suffer about it. Where do I go with the determination that I only felt when I had to eat my family? Seriously, not seeing signs of bankruptcy in my life also fuelled it.

Anyway, even if the collectors barely worked, Nelly and Lacey earned a dime and some of them, nobles, were somehow able to live by making sure that hungry octopuses ate their feet and put their valuables into quality. If you try to be a collector, just let me go, like I used to, and you don't have to buy an Affordable Girl, you can just pull the woman you like into bed. Rather, conjugal union is recommended as a social whole year. Decadent time ensued. The treasurer gained a little weight. but it also only had a positive effect in this world, where hunger is a prerequisite.

Pordina makes it. Eat. Excrete. And the treasurer, seven times a day, took his daughters in his stead, and for some reason he was exasperated. Nutritional status improved much more than when I was a college student, and for some reason, my back grew, about two centimeters.

Days go on where I have no problem wandering around the city as much as I like.

Pleasant neighborhoods flourished on the contrary, and the abuse every night was excessive in the women's eyes.

As a result, a resolution was adopted at the daughter-in-law's council not to let him out of the mansion.

"... free"

The collector stared at the ceiling jizzily as he fell asleep in his bedroom. In front of the room, Artemisia and Sizka continue their watch in an immovable position.

By the way, Pordina and Loulou are completely excluded from this role. From the sin of conspiring on the first day to escape the treasurer, not to mention the end of the two of them, with half a dozen small elf watchdogs.

"You're thirsty."

When the collector had a small voice, he snapped softly, the door suddenly opened, and Sizka came in with the basin in her hand.

"Wait. I'll fry you now."

"Oh, wow."

Sizka began her tea demeanor on the table as she narrowed her eyes. I don't know when or how I prepared it, but I assumed all things would happen.

"I'll fry you, so I'm quiet. Don't get weird."

"Yes, sir"

(This guy, why did he realize I was trying to escape? Do you have eyes behind you?)

The treasurer stiffened his body to Sizka's probability that he was turning his back on me.

As instructed, sitting upright on a blanket, Sizka brings in a teacup with a strange look. When he received each saucer and had a loving laugh, Sizka frowned with a suspicious face.

"Me, Otonashikumatsu. Omae, Tea, Hakob"

"Why, it's a catacotto. Fine. Drink."

When the collector picked up the hot tea from his mouth, Sizka hid her mouth with her sleeves and leaked a Kuskus laugh at her for looking like a little one in her bump.

"Anyway, that's silly. Here, lend it to me. 'Cause I'm gonna cool you down."

"It's not funny."

Sizka breathes and adjusts the temperature to take care of the child. The collector had such a difficult face to describe, and next time he included tea, he slowly enjoyed the rich aroma and the taste of the tea leaves. Tea is a hard-baked cookie. Is it freshly made, still warm, smells like strong butter. Crisp, make a noise. The irresistible sweetness crossed my body twitching.

"By the way, can I ask you a favor?"

"No."

"No. First, even after you ask"

"No."

"Do something there"

"No."

"... why are you so cold?

"If you look sweet, I guess you're telling me to get you out of here"

"Fine. Yo, Sizka! Best in Japan! You look beautiful today, you!

The collector takes Sizka's hand and puts it up and down, but she makes her eyes glow cold without being slight.

"No."

"Can't you really?

"No."

"... even though I want to go out"

"No. Patience in the room"

"Well, as a compromise, it's cumbersome"

"No.... eh!

When the collector put the cup on the table, he forced Sizka to sit down on the bed, put his hands on both shoulders and peeked straight into it.

I think she's a good woman to make. Big eyes glow demonic as wet, and long, glossy black hair flows saggy if combed with fingers. The collector, with one hand, picked a thin, poor chin and brought his face closer together as he put his finger through Sizka's hair.

"Huh."

Sizka was surprised only for a moment, but not resisted, but responded to the possessor's kiss in an obedient manner.

(Grunting, screaming. He's cute)

The collector, with his eyes closed, held his fist and felt a strong affection for the sizzling shizka of sieve, moved straight into a deep kiss. At the tip of her tongue, she clenched open her little lips and devoured her mouth as much as she could. He exchanged spit with Nero and twisted his white, crunchy teeth and mouth with his tongue.

"Ah, ah, ah"

Let's just say kissing is part of the foreplay. Sizka gradually shivers her body hard as she tides her cheeks as she begins to feel like a caretaker. Gently, when I let go of my lips, there was a girl in front of me, furiously awake with her decent eyes.

"No, you can't. It's still daylight, man. And in front of the room, Artemisia, hmm?"

"Sizka, you're cute, Sizka"

"No, no, no."

"I love you, be, be"

"So, he said no. Ugh."

The collector sucked the smell into his nostrils trying to implant his face in his neck muscle as he snuggled his body into her sitting in bed.

Then he turned to his face with a white nod, making a noise all the time and raining a kiss. At the same time, he is finely moving his hands stretched out to his chest. Sizka was how she managed to stop rationally getting caught up in a vortex of senses, exhaling hot breaths.

"Hey, Sizka. Do me a favor and listen to me."

"Ha, sloppy. Ha, that's sloppy. Oh, Crand...!

No, no, no. I hope not, but Sizka's eyes were completely swinging.

(Ugh. Though he's a total troll face. Still resisting? If so, one more push...)

When the collector stood up with his body gently apart, the color of the question arose darkly in Sizka's eyes as he sat down, that he would no longer do so. Taking a thin arm and letting him stand up, he silently directs him to the wall.

"Sizka, stick your hands against the wall and stick your hips out."

"Klund?"

Sizka had frightened eyes at the grim voice of the zodiac.

You mustn't have pity here. The collector whispered in a surprisingly cold voice himself.

"Come on, come on."

"Wow, okay. Don't be mad at me..."

Where does your usual strength go? Sizka poked her hands against the wall with a flattering face and stuck her ass backwards as she was told.

"Stay sharp."

"Oh, what? This, I'm blind."

As the collector quickly used the hand towel to take his sight, he stroked his rounded glutes with a pelt.

"crotch, open it."

"Here, here?

As the collector rolled up Sizka's skirt, he strained his butt like a peach of water.

Pan, and the sound sounds loud. Sizka dyes her cheeks to the vermilion and makes her breathing rough haha.

"You don't have enough way to open it. Redo."

"Ugh, uhh. Embarrassing."

"More. All right, you know what, I'm gonna put my shorts down."

"Yeah! Hey, give me a minute. Could you start dressed like this?... Hiuuuuu!

Once again, the collector slapped his ass hard with a flat hand.

From Sizka's throat, her chopped breath spewed out sharply.

"Who allowed the question. Whoa, my ass is dropping. You have to stick it out back more."

"It's terrible."

The collector quickly pulled down his shorts and turned them into pockets when he had plenty of sizka in his words. Exactly, the perverted livestock license is passed on to everyone.

"In front of the room, there's Artemisia. also, if you come in on the way in."

"Hmm. He wants to be seen. I like this."

"Why, why, you're such a bully today..."

"Ugh. Shut up and open your crotch. Ora."

"Ugh."

Sizka was getting intensely excited about herself being made to dress as if she were a whore, blindfolded and with her sight sealed.

She, in fact, had quite a few dm attributes.

The collector had a national treasure class intuition when it came to Eros and had spotted it quite early on.

"Klando, wow, me. Me, already. No more of this..."

Sizka was lewdly twisting her hips in anticipation of the whirlpool of pleasure that would come as she draped one muscle of Shizuku from her cherry blossom lips. The collector does not answer. A sense of impatience similar to anger dyed Sizka's brain pink. I don't know, my fragrant voice leaks on my nose. It is an amazingly loud voice myself. Now it's like an exasperated female pig. Even so, given the rough caress of such a man, the usual childish behavior of a resolute aristocrat was very, but unlikely to be possible.

"Ha, quick. Oh, or should I treat you like you always do, no? Damn, what a coward. Then I'll do it. This is because we have no choice.... Khuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu You're adorable."

"... what are you doing, you?"

Unexpectedly, there was a woman's voice.

Sizka looked indoors as she returned to me and took her blindfold.

In front of him stood Artemisia, what an awkward face, holding Lucille's hand. When I looked behind me, from the open window, a simple rope made by connecting the blankets was dripping towards the ground.

He escaped. No sexual punishment. Hiru, and a strong wind loosened the curtain.

Sizka shook her lips when she blued, causing a fine sweat to erupt on her forehead.

Artemisia turns a blind eye to herself when she flips Lucille from body to body.

"Apparently you got away with it. Mm-hmm. What is it, Lucille?... Oh well. You're right. This is a little careless. Sizka, we're a little out of the room, so don't worry about it. Uh, uh, and then. In the meantime, I didn't see it..."

Sizka was diving through the windows to the ground as quickly as a twinkle when she screamed so tall that she could hear her all over the mansion.

The collector was sizzled to discover himself walking freely through the city.

"We need to talk. Give me your face."

"Yes."

I just called to see when you would give it back, and Sizka and I stopped looking at each other instinctively.

Her eyes dwell in rough rage like a hungry hound. He is dragged with his neck grabbed by the side of the park surrounded by green barricades. Citizens who were tired of the cold were trapped inside the room or the park was idle.

"Why did you do that?"

"I'm sorry."

The collector took control of the tip and wrapped his tail around it before he could be blamed. Khufu Khufu sounds and imitates, puts his jaw on the shoulder of a small sizka, and desperately sells the melancholy. Sizka, who wasn't more serious and angry than her ex, couldn't blame her for the weakness she fell in love with, too, and put her arms around her like she was in trouble.

"Even though I'm your wife, things are good and bad. Are you really reflecting"

"As I reflected, he wanted to come out."

- I can't help it. This is the only time I forgive you.

I couldn't help it, and when I unwrapped my arm and sighed, the collector smiled painfully as I waited and showed the momentum to jump out as I wielded my arm.

"Really!? I'm forgiven! Come on, I've given you permission, and let's play!

"Ma, wait! Are you sure you're reflecting? I was so ashamed of myself in front of Artemisia. Besides, if I let you go wild, I don't know what you're gonna say. Let's get back to the mansion. Here. Don't waste it like a child."

"Uh, then you're Hickey. You're a Prohibitor. Ah! Yeah, I thought about it. The two of us are going to go play somewhere! Then you don't mind."

"Huh? No, that's not what I meant"

"Fine, fine. No, not here, I've never been out alone with Sizka. It's a lot of fun. Let's date, date!

"So, date"

Sizka glanced around a bit and openly wandered around to see if her mind had moved quite a bit. With her thin lips distorted, she looked at the collector kickingly, as if she were determined to do something, a rather boring mention.

"... I don't know."

"I'll escort you properly, Holla"

When the collector knelt, he reached out softly. Sizka squeezed the hand offered in a slightly nervous manner, then happily loosened her cheek. They leaned over and started walking all over the city. As if the park was heterogeneous earlier, the city is crowded. To celebrate the coming New Year, religious events had been carried out and the stalls had opened quite a few stores. The collector stopped in front of the store from time to time to explain what he was selling to Sizka and what he was using.

"Is there somewhere you want to go?"

"Mm-hmm. Anywhere with you."

"Chickshaw, brother. You're jealous. How about one of Silver Villago's specialty Holloho-Dori skewers for those two hot people!

"What is it, Hollokho Dori?

Sizka pulled the keeper's sleeve with a kyotoned face.

"Mmm. He's in the mountains around here, like the one that made the ostrich big. Great for the figure, the meat is good on fat. Well, Sizka didn't like it very greasy. I like it a lot. Don't do it."

"No, if you like Klund, I'd like to try it too"

"No! A clove of skewer roasted, bought, yes and then yamatsu"

"Old man, let's go. Holla, don't let the sauce fall. Lady."

"Don't tease me. Besides, I've bought it before."

Sizka stubbornly cheeked the handed skewer.

And yet, the white cheeks move. The collector and the store opener, Oyaji, lurked his breath and stared at her face jiggly, as he followed.

"Mm-hmm. Yum."

"Right."

"Ah, brother! Taste and eat more!

When the collector bit the edge of the skewer, he gasped at the stabbed meat.

"Ha. This is my favorite way to eat. Ora, a dozen more."

"It's overlapping, and then we're done!

When the store opener takes the order, he arranges the skewers on the nets spread out with a familiar hand. Split the meat evenly and flip the skewers vertically and horizontally without precipitation. Sizka had kept the skewer in her hand and was found in the hand of a jerk.

"Something's wrong. Something's wrong."

Oyaji was spotted working with a pure gaze, like a toddler, and hung up as illuminated. Fifty years later, the red face seemed like a boy only for a moment.

"No. This guy, he's never seen a place to bake. I think Osama can be relieved that he's in love with you."

"Sir, I don't mind complimenting you."

"You're going up from your brother to your husband."

"Master. I'm sorry I got in the way of my job. It's just the first time I've seen it, you know."

"You want to do that? Ha. But even a young lady like this will stare at you."

"It's a craftsman's arm. You can be proud, I think."

Not to mention the audacious word, Oyaji also broke up with Sizka's heartfelt praise and framed himself for putting the merchandise together for free.

Street stalls continued everywhere, seriously looking at each and every one was an out-of-the-box gutsy task, but the collector patiently caught up with the curiosity of his loving wife. Sizka changed her expression from a large adult to a wholeheartedly surprised, laughed and twirled at the groceries as if they were crap enough to take. She doesn't even smile at Locke for being cool in the mansion, but she wasn't in front of the possessor. She's only fifteen. In Japan, he was old enough to finally go to high school, and innocently Shigeru was so natural that he didn't even recall the stiffness when he first met him. Tired of walking, the two took a breather at a scenic table as they entered the riverside, sprinkling dining room that flowed through the city. It sounded good when it came to open terraces, but it was half wild.

"What a substitute, but the mesh you eat in this store is extra good..."

Scratch the specialty dish where the beef is simmered in spices, in the cold, and the flavor will be soaked to the point of halibut. For the cold, the location with clear river streams was a bit unpleasant.

Sizka, sitting facing each other at first, fell back a bit very naturally next to the collector when she finished her meal and moved on to the occasion of her tea. If you look around, most couples on the terrace are male and female.

(Did you choose a date spot by default?)

"Nice view. It's winter now, so the water seems cold."

"Yeah. But the river flows beautifully"

Sizka looked snug and was seen in a stream of rivers gleaming in the dramatic emerald green.

"It's definitely a B. By the water, I thought it was just the summer, but even in the winter, there's guidance and emotion."

"The food was delicious, too. Klund knows a nice place."

Sizka had dreamy eyes and snapped. Unlike usual, she's back in a ladylike tone, but maybe this is her natural way of talking. For example, Sizka seems to be quite relaxed and enjoying her date.

First of all, superimposed.

Sizka leaned against her shoulder, knocking her little head down. This was also evidence that she was getting sweet. The collector grabbed her shoulder silently and gently stroked her lustrous hair.

"Klund, you're ticklish."

"No."

"Yeah, absolutely."

It is at all a reward for words that are likely to scatter sand.

(This is the rear charge! Is that the daily routine of rear charging!

A sober deep consciousness is stunned that Sizka continues to make the choices she wants, even though she is halfway into her playful behavior.

I, for one, was so romantic that while I was stunned by my unknown discovery, Sizka, who was next door, spoke slowly. I dreamed of this kind of picturesque encounter at an early age. I had to put up a family name on behalf of my brother, and when I kept acting like I didn't care. Actually, when I admired the social world, but my self-consciousness got in the way and I dared pretend not to be interested and quarrel with my childhood friends. The remorse in my heart that I wanted to try and learn gracefully by pressing my chores against my servants, like a normal nobleman.

Sizka's repetition continues indescribably. The collector listened to them jizzily clear his ears as he gazed at the silver river surface where the mellow winter sunlight reflected turbulently.

"It's like, I want to dream. I can't believe I'm going to be with someone I loved and have such a peaceful time. Back then, I never thought such a dream would come true. I'm happy. So happy, so happy. Now, at this moment, when it's all over, there's no remorse."

"Sizka......"

The treasurer knew how much she had pushed herself to death and lived for the house, for her sick brother. So her monologue, relieved and leaked, hit her hard in the chest.

"Oh, yeah. Hey, Sizka. Close your eyes."

"Yeah, okay"

Sizka glanced softly as she waited for a kiss and turned her face upwards. Like a girl, it was an unquestionable and innocent action. It is a testament to my complete faith in the Founding Fathers. The collector who would take charge of the unreliable also just got his chest cummed. With a trembling hand, he let it lurk in his chest. When he took it out, he gently placed it on his thin neck. It was a silverware necklace that I purchased softly when I opened the store earlier.

"Open your eyes."

"Mm. This......!

Sizka opened her eyes wide as she took the chain put around her neck.

"I'm sorry it's cheap. Thanks for always taking care of me. I think there will be a lot going on. We're on the same side. Let's get along."

"CLAND......!!

Sizka squeezed the silvercrafted necklace tightly as she poured large tears out of her black pearl-like eyes.

"Oh, yes... thank you, thank you"

"Whoa, whoa. It wouldn't be so crying. And I'm sorry, but it's cheap."

"Yeah. It's okay. I'm happy. Wow, I'm happy."

"Don't cry. Don't cry. Shit, Sizka's a crybaby."

"I'm glad you're alive. It really seems that way."

When the collector embraced Sizka, who cried like a child, he comforted her with a good head.

I didn't care about my surrounding gaze.

"Something's a disproportionate couple..."

"Girls are cute though"

"The man is Kimee"

- You didn't care about the sight around you!

That day, I stayed at the Bring In Inn and didn't return to the Mansion until morning. Of course, the collector assembled Sizka's body as he wished and continued to stack the rounds until his filial son knocked him out. The next day, the more he died at the Inquisition of his daughter-in-law, the heart of the treasurer was as quiet and as peaceful as the sea that was cursed. The inner world was filled with love and peace.

Dawn, New Year's Day. At the Princess Mansion, the ceremony to celebrate the New Year was strictly carried out. The daughters, according to their respective sects, worshipped each church tomorrow morning and returned in a harsh atmosphere with a different air than usual. The treasurer remembered his intense sexual desire for an unusual, sacred and unpredictable sober appearance.

(Occasionally. It's been in the morning, but I've been doing one shot...!

For now, reason works, so I don't say that when my mouth is torn, but a beautiful woman with a fixed or clear face looks extraordinarily B.

Most of all, I endured because I knew that in this world, where religion was strongly rooted, if I carried out acts of blasphemy against God, I could poke three and a half lines with little room for justification. Even Hilda, who usually only looks like a dumb kid, looks clean when she does.

(Oh. Um, I tore my monastic clothes to bits, forced myself to hold back crying, and I thought from behind, I blamed him.... or am I a little unusual? Phew, that's normal. Probably)

Breakfast was just a little extravagant, not so much the same as usual. Here again, each one prays toward his or her own faithful God. The collector was just a little clapped out, hoping that there would be an elusive movement, like the Japanese New Year's Day, in which a mysterious unity would be exuded at the National Exhibition. Even that Pordina creates an atmosphere that is a little hard to scratch and prays wholeheartedly. I couldn't help but feel intense alienation.

Hilda, with her face up, called out wondering as the collector was shabby at a table with a different atmosphere.

"Mr. Klund, aren't you prayed for?

"I'll sneak up on you later."

"?... Really?"

Well, that's what I'm saying. Who should I pray for?

Even though I've never felt close to this person in my life, such as the presence of God.

It was an event that lacked more excitement than I thought. But not to celebrate the New Year. I was wondering if I would leave the kitchen any longer, but the food would be transported from the kitchen to the next. The little elves who were quiet are also very happy with this, packing their treats into their bellies like starving tigers.

"You guys are in too much of a hurry to live. Hmm?"

If you look, Lucille, with a eating cuss on the edge of her mouth, was dropping under her knees. The collector caressed her head gently as he muddled the dirt from her mouth.

"What, what's up"

Lucille, with a full smile on her face, gives her a skirt and shows off her belly. At first, I thought it was some sort of demonstration, but apparently he wants to show off that he's "full." It is a stunning squid belly. Why, the kid wasn't sure how to boast about this, but decided it was a kind of sweetness to be Lucille. Toddler girls are hungry and hungry, but when they fill their stomachs with food, their stomachs are pounding, so much so that they can tell from above their clothes. The abs are barely developed, so the contents move forward into the mole.

"Ah. Is that it, or is it full? Hmm? Still Ikel, you don't have to be so pushy. Rest and eat."

Lucille was satisfied to show his attitude to the treasurer, and stormed into a large plate served with a heap of dishes. It is somehow in the form of a Viking from the middle of nowhere. The dining room has almost presented itself with a look on the battlefield. Opening a breath of the amber wine in his hand, Pordina and Hannah, standing on his side, added a little freshly made meat dish to the empty plate.

……

"Haha."

"Your husband. The food is thin. Today, New Year's Day. Enjoy your cuisine with plenty of heart."

"Brave man. It's rude. Rude! Show your little girls how unbeatable you are. Hannah will fall in love again."

"Um, by the way, how long does this stupid noise last?

"Until tomorrow. I don't know about your husband's home, but I thought it was normal to celebrate these things gradually from morning to night in the Romless."

"So you were under a lot of tension earlier"

"Let's eat guns - let's drink -"

"Oh, Hannah. Come here. Let him eat till his belly is torn."

"Hannah's a snack, so I'm not coming in anymore."

Hannah laughed elegantly, ho-ho.

In this case, it gets on my nose somehow, so I have to push it as a home style.

When the collector drank tears and grabbed her arms, he drew them to hand.

"I can go. Absolutely. I brought you up as a food fighter."

"I want to help you"

When Pordina sneaks out of her back, she gets tangled up in a tightening.

The smile stumbled on my spare time.

- I knew the festival had to be like this!

"Huh? Oh, that's a joke, isn't it? Both of you."

I wasn't kidding.

The feast has just begun.