Dungeon+Harem+Master

Tomoe has been one good playboy since childhood. Born on the sidestream of the prestigious Charpanthier family of Romles, he was the youngest son of nine brothers and sisters and raised without a hand to Loch.

At the time, the Charpanthier clan, whose main house had completely collapsed, was the best at living, and had no time to look at it for their parents, such as a child who had been born sick of counting, like the Pokopoko and the Wild Mice.

Regardless, I never thought about putting a dedicated stepdaughter on each of them, and Tomoe was also raised to field maps in a situation that was almost no different from that of the civilian population. Speaking of relentless doctrine sounds good, but Tomoe, who was almost fine anyway, inevitably had plenty of time.

As a frequent senior aristocrat, if a family member is as qualified as the Charpanthier family, the minimum courtesies and academics are to be remembered by hiring a special tutor, but the parents, unable to twist the funds to that extent, barely kept Tomoe in the mansion. I won't let you out. Still, the lack of liberty is no exception. Spent all day in a given room. I don't even care. Because it has always been.

In time, the eyes of the surveillance also loosened. Tomoe was exactly what it didn't matter.

My brothers and sisters, raised in a time when I was still financially spared, were all leaving the house to go to military or daughter-in-law except for my daughter, just above Tomoe, and she was basically alone. My parents, too, most of the time run around for swollen debts every day, and in locked rooms, nobody visits them alone except for mealtime. In time, Tomoe learned to leave the room as well. At first he was playing in the garden, but as his fears faded, his range of action widened. Therefore, it was normal for Tomoe to leave the mansion and start going to Sizka, who lives in the main house in the immediate vicinity. I am a relative. I don't really remember the first encounter, but I think, maybe, I've heard from Sizka. Tomoe was a discerning daughter. Sizka was only one difference above Tomoe, but she could do anything anyway. Familiar with the courtesy worn by the ladies of the nobility, the Gentiles have chore labor, besides taking swords, even men have unbeatable arms. In character, the mouth count is small. But she wasn't heartless. She was a girl who had some eye-catching luxury in her sober works. Quiet, Tomoe called one of his uppermost cousins, who looked just like him, his sister, and admired him, and followed him at all times. I knew my parents were out of the mansion too, but I didn't blame Tomoe in particular. On the contrary, he thought only to the extent that unpaid babysitters could be hired, and even if the poor main house gave Tomoe something to do, he would not be thankful for buying clothes, ornaments, etc. to be shamelessly tolerated as the same family.

The wind changed direction only after his sister, just above Tomoe, married him. My sister's daughter-in-law was a lower aristocrat far less than the famous Charpanthier, a man like him who lends a grand gold loan behind him, but an unwillingly belly fat man, and her needy daughter-in-law's home had a generous depth of affection convenient to fund like hot water. t

Moe's father was not a man who could be described as brainy in flattery, but he struggled with gold from a young age and was excellent when it came to indulging in the complexion of people more than the crowd, and quickly succeeded in rebuilding a house that was a bypass. Kura Full of courtesy, adequate clothing and knowledge of honor are the words of a pipe, but it is only after life has stabilized that men turn to honor and morality in the earth, so that their parents harshly admonished Tomoe to continue to associate with the main house, which was still at the extreme of distress.

But it's not convincing to tell Ten or their little girl not to suddenly meet Sizka, who has admired her more than her real sister ever did. Ignoring his parents' opinions, his parents became truly guilty of suspecting Tomoe of continuing to go through the main house "if not for our property purposes". The main house manages to withdraw gold by flexing Tomoe, our daughter, who has become a better golden man. It is half paranoid, but it was so overwhelming that it could not be denied the fall of the main house. Whatever the case may be, the commander of the plea is a life possessed of death and illness, and he will not know tomorrow. There is no reason for a man who drowned and nearly grabbed Marutai to fear the countless arms looming from behind.

Instead, Sizka was too sensitive to people's grief and fears, even more so than the thick face of the sidehouse, who told Sizka that she would stop making friends with Tomoe for dowry training.

"Sister, why don't you see Tomoe again?"

Even as Tomoe cried and begged, Sizka only narrowed her eyes sadly and shook her head. Oddly enough, on this day, Sizka was ready to kata herself and sell herself to the nearest aristocrats, the limitees.

Seeing Sizka dressed like a princess in her usual, qualitative but not well-maintained clothes, Tomoe felt so full of breasts that she was about to cry. I was also angry at my parents for not trying to reach out even if my sister, Sizka, was having trouble selling herself, and more importantly, I felt sorry for myself for not being able to help my sister like that.

"Don't cry, Tomoe. Because you're strong and good enough to compare me to anything else. You will keep your father and your mother safe."

"Sizka, sister..."

Tomoe cursed heaven when he saw Sizka talking so hard to comfort herself still. She's going to give herself up and respond to the desires of a filthy man all over her body. Serving with a smile, he falls into the hell of this world like a hairy man, and is ravaged by the thought of his pure chastity. The more I saw Sizka's calm expression, the more I knew I was ready. I can't talk. Because there is no other way. Tomoe prayed. If there is a God, save her soul.

Repeat the words Sizka said in her chest over and over again when she broke up.

- Someday, show me what a splendid Tomoe looks like.

From that day on, Tomoe decided to be reborn.

Happy or unhappy, I learned later that Sizka did not suffer from the poisonous fangs of the Kaneman family, but the situation was still bad, and rumors were then whispered as normal that Tomoe's favorite sister was falling into a worse nasty fall. Tomoe, who was cut off from making friends with his favorite sister, was immediately sent to the monastery. It was too easy to understand.

As if to defy the irrationality of the world itself, Tomoe struck into the martial arts. From what I hear, there are groups in some parts of the church with special powers called executors. To get to that place, you must first join the Knights of Heaven Garden. I'm a parent who sent me to a place like this, but I wouldn't spare any financial assistance if I wanted to improve my status. It would have been all the more so if we had known that it would have served the interests of the clan. Money doesn't matter, but the path to becoming an executor is narrow and limited. There was a wall lying in front of me that couldn't be helped by dirty money alone.

What is required is a mind-mover, a strength that combines everything. The easiest thing to notice is the move to overwhelm the others, and Tomoe decided to brush it thoroughly. Every day I try to shred myself and knock every martial arts down to the medulla of my body.

Unlike Sizka, Tomoe had no martial arts talent, and many times he was brought together by fellow monks of the same monastery. She didn't have the talent to glow and the motor nerves were dull in one way or another, but for that matter, she worked dozens of times harder than people.

In remembrance, on the day of the appointment of the executor, there was a great incident to loosen the king's capital.

It is called the Step Elf War. I endured the impatience in a rubbing mood, finally got a personal fold between work and Sizka being in that city, and when I arrived in Silver Villago, my chest was bouncing and my head seemed to work out.

Tomoe wanted Sizka to see herself as one of the leading in the church called Executor. It was an extremely snoring desire for approval, but there, with the idols of a young day who one day kept apart and thought they would never see each other again, with blinding eyelids, still waiting for themselves, almost tied up everything about Tomoe like a curse.

So when she found out she was officially married, only the desperate mood of the earth collapsing from her feet dominated all of Tomoe, depriving her of all ability to think.

Originally, Tomoe, the new America among the executors, had no free time for cluttered day-to-day operations and prioritizing private matters.

Heterogeneous hunting is the highest priority on orders from the Church, and according to certain muscles, Silver Villago had been identified by the big dead who had been after it for quite some time.

Tomoe seamed between operations to explore the man's information that he spent awkward investigative skills and married Sizka. Best of all, Tomoe's specialty was martial arts single-spear, to an extent almost no different from that of an amateur when it comes to exploring that required such fine nerves, and he became a shark from the outskirts. The daughter of Lord Andrew, who ruled this neighborhood and is said to be the leader among the great nobles of the Romles, brokered the marriage. Naturally, the man assumed to be a senior nobleman of considerable standing, but the only thing that came to mind as I looked into it was the name Klund and the fact that the man was an adventurer and did some work in the war. The mansion where Sizka lives was immediately found out. The quickest thing was to ask her directly, but there was a strong adolescent-specific obsession in Tomoe, and she still didn't have the courage to face each other.

On the other hand, with regard to the presence of a man named Klund, he was a man with such an uncertain reputation that he could not understand why Sizka was willing to marry the one who was constantly caught in the corner of his head and could not infer from the fragmentary information that was gradually available.

Stepping down on the price of alcohol, seeing as a woman, I can't help but get my hands on it, and for the sake of being an adventurer, I didn't have any merit. What I can see is that there was quite a lot of problematic behaviour and there was a loud voice from the Union side to view it as dangerous.

I don't know what kind of star meets, but a man named Klund, who is certainly supposed to exist in a city called Silver Villago, has never been able to find out with wonder.

With regard to the appearance of the man, he heard the features from the mistress of the drinker, who knew him well, and created a sketch, engraving the figure into his memory. Changes in living conditions away from home, unfamiliar fellow executors, stress about work that didn't go on late, etc. had accumulated, and Tomoe had always been able to maintain his spiritual equilibrium by impersonating all of that, unknown, to all the man named Klund. It was Tomoe who had to suffer every day, and it was his sister, Sizka, who tricked him into a life of pain, all because of the very existence of Klund.

The cornered Tomoe, in order to break this blocked situation and yet exalt his presence out of his companionship, led to a surprise raid on the Klau Crown Hotel, where Lucia the Dead was accommodated, and every night, when he found the man, the root of all the evils that were burning his figure behind his brain, he couldn't help but feel that it was the heavenly destiny.

But a man named Klund, to the best of Tomoe's knowledge, was the type of person he'd never met before, and as he engaged in conversation, he was no longer as hateful as he once imagined. No matter how you look at it, Klund is not an excellent looking man whose daughter is old enough to fall in love at first sight. To the best of Tomoe's knowledge, Sizka preferred somewhat weak aesthetics like thin, feminine lines. Now, she had a past where she was raising fever to older monks who often attended churches.

Weird human power, I think. It's my sister. I said something like, "What?" to lure the man off guard. At this point, the intent to kill had already faded, but I thought I'd lower my drink to suit some painful eyes. It was only to that extent. I don't think I could have acted like I was liked. I wasn't the kind of person people liked. I was confident in my appearance, but it was often when I stripped any man of his awesome attitude and hostility that he turned back and left. I can't do it well. There was always a muddy distrust of men in the first place. In other words, he's human to that extent. Only Sizka, who admired her sister, cared about a woman named Tomoe. I never dreamed of a future perpetual robbery, such as an exception.

So I couldn't understand it any more.

It means that the man in front of you suffered a wound that he didn't even need to cover himself.

When I saw Klund running his mouth that it was only natural for my brother to cover his sister, the emotion of not being able to speak in Tomoe boiled down as I looked.

Take Lucia, the deceased, and disappear, thirteen dukes Drakur. Block to protect the man, the three vampire knights.

In Tomoe's chest, his notoriously difficult anger burns like a fiery fire. When he put his sword in his sheath and held a whip tied to his waist, wonder and in his head cold and heat disappeared like frozen silver, instead he felt a magma-like flame boiling red inside the halibut. From the cuffs of a man with his tongue out like a dog that tends to be ill, brown water has fallen. I frowned so hard that I still saw a distressed cland trying to get up, and from the bottom of my heart I wanted to do it in the service of a creature called a man, at first birth.

"I'll make the gap. After that, do something for yourself."

"Huh?"

A man looks back at me with a distracted look. Tomoe felt her cheeks blush pitifully and turned away. Ahead, I looked back at Alexei. I managed to catch the urge to scream.

"And well, the sister is right. Even a little scratch wouldn't bother you, would it?

We'll take care of the dew, Klund. You go after that big balls. "

"Aren't you idiots? I don't think it's sane to let such a cland be impotent!!

"I don't know, Sister. I have a short relationship, but I know exactly what he wants to do. Whew, Klund."

"That's why, Cordura. I know you don't want to let me go, but one thing is, I'll take care of this place. Scratches of this magnitude will heal you if you lick them. That's why I'm peppering it with that pink tongue. If you don't like it, it's a good idea to keep her quiet."

"Anyway, Alexei, the brave man of Etria, it's just a matter of payback for you! Why are you being mean at a time like this? Could it be that you care so much about what I just said? Then, please. Please don't be silly. Let's get out of here. Are you seriously hurt? A lot of people died in that stupid war. They're demons! You're not the perfect match for a runaway adventurer!! Are you sure you're not scared?

"Hey, if it's about throwing your life out, there's no way in the world you can't do it."

Tomoe saw the interaction between the two of them and his chest hurt kind of tightly. Regardless of the man, Sister's depth of feelings was beyond mere acquaintance. I know because she's the same woman. If you can understand it, it immediately leads to dissatisfaction. I want to be closer than anyone. I want to be connected. I just want you to look at yourself. Tomoe's desire for approval was intense on snoring.

It is revealed, instantaneously, in action.

The three vampire knights are licking when this one is frightened by the blow of a human, not to mention the Lord, Dracool. There was a gap to follow there.

Cold Tomoe's brain acted smoothly and in a good mood like a cold CPU.

I waved the whip so quickly that I wanted to let go and admire it myself.

Of the three knights, the whip soars toward the daramites of the smallest “great eagle”, which occupied the left side, and the whip stretches out, eating brilliantly to the left foot of the enemy.

The world moves into slow motion.

Unguarded, the body of the Dalamitsu floats the paper doll, and when it is bounced outwards, it hits the wall and flies like a pimple into the retina.

"Run! Crando."

Faster than Tomoe's voice was flying, the man was running out. Obstruction also seems natural. He wielded his retracted whip and laid out his aim for an imminent enemy.

But against expectations, the other two.

Arman of “Steel” and Isaac of “Burning Fire" did not break their spare attitude as they looked sideways at the man running up the stairs.

"Female dog in church. Are you wondering why we didn't go after him?

Revealing his enlarged chest plate, Arman grins with his rich moustache at his fingertips, nicely peeling off his white teeth. Sharp dog teeth are long and glossy. spotless, as beautiful as an ivory. It is even strange to crop and vice versa.

"What do you mean?"

When Tomoe asks the parrot back, the two dead make a look that narrows their eyes and mocks them.

"Either way, you can't let that man reach the Lord. If we don't hurry, they'll eat him."

Isaac at the tail takes his shoulder with a Zhu spear, and slaps it slowly packs the distance.

"Wait a minute. No. I'll take care of the female dog. I left it to you. It'll all be over in a flash. Hopefully, for a long time, I want to have fun."

Dalamitsu, slammed against the wall by Tomoe's whip, has no bareback feeling any soreness, his tongue nodding as he shines his steel nails. I learned the illusion that an uncomfortable sense of compression approached me jizzily with every air in front of me like a thick plate.

"Ha!

Without such killing, a bottomless laugh suddenly bounced everywhere, repainting the air on the spot in an instant.

"I'm not a good talker. In short, if I don't leave you, I'll move on."

Needless to say, Alexei, the brave man who will be made one of the best in Etria and will be crowned a hero in both fame and fame.

The three vampire knights kicked their floorboards simultaneously at windy speeds when they were exposed to the unusual fighting spirit that erupted instantly from Alexei, which replaced the signal of the start of the battle.

"What's up, isn't that a lot of disgruntled face? Do you want to beg for the life of that man?"

"No......"

Lucia replied, deeply nagging in the knees of Drakur, the true ancestor of the high demon clan and vampire, to the thirteenth Lord of Demons.

The failure of counter-attack operations and, once again, being held captive by the curse of his parents, Drakur, did not mean that he was taken over to the very base of his spirit. Lucia cannot disobey her parents' orders. This is a fundamental and overarching premise.

but there was a part of Dracool himself that hated to completely take away even the thoughtful will of the deceased, who did the blood sucking and certified him as a child. It was not otherwise doing so with mercy, but only in his sexuality, which satisfies the inferior taste and preference of enjoying the reaction by leaving the person free will.

Drakur continued to add the mausoleum that she can come up with mentally and physically, both from as her own deceased and before she did, and as a result understood that what she most hated was in the act of haunting people close to her other than herself.

Lucia was required to wear nasty outfits that, since captivity, would not even be worn by end-of-place prostitutes.

Dracool is still putting herself on her lap like this, turning her breasts and buttocks slightly and slightly with violent hands, as if dealing with a toy. It is not a caress for a woman, nor an act of satisfying one's sexual desires.

There was just a verse where I knew that Lucia didn't like it and I was deliberately acting down.

"Did you say Klund, that man? Hmm? Are there any fun stories about me getting along with that in the gap that took my eyes off me?"

"There is no annihilation. Dracool is the only Lord I serve."

"Yeah. She's still a woman with no feelings. If you liked that man, you'd enjoy the aftermath of his capture. Hmm? The truth is, I think you like it. Didn't I?"

"No. It's just a little bit face-to-face in the dungeon."

"But it doesn't seem to be to that extent over there. Didn't I?"

Drakur focused only on the setting that Lucia and the collectors were in love. This demonic tribe liked the erosion of human emotions, and as its favorite play, there was a distraction, a habit, in that it tore the friendship between fallen in love men and women.

Lucia was roughly eagled through her breasts, groaning low, as if to grip her. A physical reaction to be spit on, like a mixture of pain and sweet pleasure, has been tapped into the marrow of one's bones in a long period of ordination, resulting in a thick and colorful appearance on the surface, whether you like it or not.

"No, sir."

"I'm as strong as ever. But you're a filthy slut. I don't like it. Even if you don't like it, if you put mine in this honest part of vice, you can wave your tail without putting it between you. Take care of it. but I liked that part too. It's been a long time since I've played with a toy I threw away, and I'm glad it tastes good. Hey."

"Yes. Lucia was making a mistake. Being a parent, turning against Dracool and even trying to harm him is a place where burning and burning this self doesn't pay for it. From now on, we will serve you only, Dracool."

"Hmm. You can no longer beg for your life, even if you pretend to be so submissive. Klund. I'm looking forward to standing in front of you. Heh. Let me tell you something, I recognize your beauty. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a man with a heart for your flowery beauty. Come on, how do we play? You crawl on all fours naked, and let the ghosts take your place. Don't hurry, don't hurry. Containing a deviant mind is a pain in the ass."

Lucia prayed in her heart.

Earlier, the collector fell deep after the blow of the Lord Dracool. Only one thing, if you're lucky, was the appearance of Alexei, said to be a fierce man cut by the Adventurers' Union (Guild), who was called Wuyingjie. The harshness of the dungeon is well known to Lucia herself. The difficulty, the harshness, was often even struggling with monsters on the lower levels, even with the power of outsiders who are now dead, not lies and lies. With the power of Alexei, it would be possible to escape from this mansion the treasurer, who is seriously ill.

I feel like I'm just thinking about something extra.

There's more to it than that.

(You didn't even have time to apologize)

Blood sucking impulses that instinctively strike. Usually, I could be distracted by the blood sales that the knights, my subordinates, obtain, but only then, the suppression didn't work.

The body of the treasurer did not ghost. Originally, because I was critical and didn't send commands for mutations in his body. No, because there was a reason why I shouldn't let you be a corpse.

For the first time, I remember when I found the collector in the dungeon. Having met him on the fifth tier, he continued to march with his breathless girl on his back. In the midst of the suffering, there was also a definite strong bond between the two, where they were going to lend a hand to strangers because something nostalgic existed that they could once hold. Even if we were tired, it should be noted that the two people we encourage each other seemed to be important things themselves that we had lost. The treasurer, such as losing the girl, was deeply and hurt from the bottom of his soul. I couldn't help but think to him that I was ugly and disgusting that I couldn't stand it.

I cannot even be saved like this. Originally, both the body and the coconut are dirty.

Now the only thing that Lucia wishes for with a cracked soul was for the collector to escape from here and deceive the raw, that's all.

"Hmm?"

Dracool glistened his sleepy eyes and floated his hips out of the chair where he was sitting deeply.

To the gripped breast, so much strength was applied, and it hurt critically. but I don't care about that. Dracool drew a circle in the void at his fingertips, drawing a far-sighted crest formation, reflecting footage in the mansion.

That was a sight I thought would never be possible. There was a man who hurt, ran up the stairs with dancing footsteps, leaving a trace of blood at his feet, pulling his face in agony and continuing to make diligent strides.

Lucia exhaled deeply with a mixed look of relief and sadness. Something, I have to say. Even if you think so in your mind, the whole nerve of your body can't connect it well.

People are shattered by despair and say they lose their words when they lose their desire to live. Already, Lucia had been thoroughly enslaved not only to the flesh, but to the soul, and had refused herself that even the words she returned were just reflexive functions. Out of my throat, I can't speak. Only the mouth opens and closes in a vain fashion, as if looking for air. The desire to escape and not to be abandoned in the abyss of despair began to conflict, mingle with each other, and foam and boil cloudy.

"It doesn't have to be funny. I like this guy. At least not knowing that the lord of this hall is one of the thirteenth lords. A rare fiction or a hero of pictorial tales? Either way, we can get bored tonight."

Lucia just kept staring at the figure of a man on Dracool's lap challenging the devil with his indomitable soul, still transformed into a forgetful self, without getting tired of it.