Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Let's play a game," Hilda said.

From there, the story begins a little back.

Called the Thirteenth Duke, the treasurer, who had unwittingly ended the clan-screen Great Demon Clan of the Demon King, was actively resting in his home to heal his wounded body.

The wounds he received from Dracool were much deeper than he thought. The wound, even if healed by the power of the crest, does not restore the lost flesh so easily.

All day long, the women quietly did not enjoy themselves depressed when they saw a keeper who stayed still on the bed.

In particular, Pordina, the chores entrusted to her are not in the hands of Locke either, and the beginning and end of mass production of the impossible ordinary mistakes from next to next. The children of the elves also sensed the adults' air sensitively, somewhat unwell and voluntarily flaunted to raise their voices.

"Hmm. Over here, come back and even get hurt. At times like this, if you feed them plenty of fine things, they'll cure you."

Side by side with the keeper lying on the sofa in the living room, Victoire sailed on the furniture. Quickly, Hannah, her samurai, turned her back.

"You're so cute, young lady."

"Ugh, shut up! Hannah will do exactly as I say."

Victoire narrowed his green eyes and ordered Hannah to bake a steak every meal at the table.

In any case, because the keeper is annoying.

Fire a slight, fatty cow with a carefully good salted plum and serve thoroughly the sauce with plenty of garlic to the dripping gravy. Accompaniments include grasse of carrots simmered in butter and dusty potatoes.

"Eat meat, eat meat. When you lose blood, make up for it with the same thing. What? Can't you eat something fat like this every meal? Don't be sweet. Chivalrous things, getting your body ready, are part of the battle. Come on, eat. Eat more and more. Oh, you chew a lot. We have plenty of time. See, who told you to eat like a dog? Here, lend it to me. I'll cut you fine."

"Lady. It's a caretaker. Ugh. I'm jealous."

"Ahhh!? Heh, don't be ridiculous. This is because he's cursory. Nothing special. Don't get me wrong."

"If you put so much energy on it, my lady, you won't let me sleep at night."

"Lower, don't say nasty things! So, can you call me a lady! Shut the fuck up."

"No. I won't shut up. Look, brave man. Hannah will feed you. Eat properly and make your daughter feel better."

"Chicken"

The caregivers gradually regained strength through the care of the women.

Such an afternoon.

Soon Hannah was directly beside her when the collector woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes on his bed. He lays his elbows on the side of the bed and looks at the collector's face.

"... what the hell, were you there? Speak up."

"Mm-hmm. That's not funny. Brave man. I hope you've been a little more surprised. Oh, my God."

"Whoa. What, you want me to play? But I'm sorry to hear that. I decided not to sleep with the kid. If you find out, go back and hide with Lucille. While you're at it, here's how to poke a gap!!

"Ahhh! Oh, my God! Oh, my God."

The collector suddenly caught Hannah in his blanket.

"You idiot, you're alarmed, but you're out of luck. I'll take care of it. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Ah. Hmm, no. Tickle it up."

"The kid said he had a colorful voice just before. Even so, you really don't have breasts."

"Mm-hmm. That being said, the sensitive part, don't be boring. Ahhh."

"Hey, wait a minute. Seriously, stop making that noise. You're a mess."

"Ha. Well, that's what you said... Hmm, Hannah's boobs are messing with her on their own because she must be brave."

……

"Ha. Ugh. Ah. Huh? Hey, are you sure about this? As for Hannah, I'm happy for you."

"No, out of anatomical and sincere academic curiosity. Hmm. Exactly, because I've never seen my daughter as naked as you. Oh, peel it off."

"Hannah doesn't like carrots. Ahhh. Hey."

When the collector tried to relax the chest part of Hannah's attire, four people, Karen, Liza and Sizka combined, led by Sister, who wore the monk's coat perfectly, entered the room dignified.

"Yes, yes, yes. Twitch, abort. Abort."

"Ahhh! What are you doing in the middle of the day?

"Liza, too!

"K, Klund. No way, that's such a lie... No, not even the little one."

"Wow!? Oh, you guys should knock when you enter the room!? If you were masturbating, it would be super awkward - but!!

"At that time, I'm going to ascend you with Mr. Hilda's wonderful fingers, so I'm wondering if there's a problem."

"... no, even if they say it with a Kyotong face"

In the meantime, Sizka stood up with a flashing face, so she couldn't stay by her side. No, it's not Loricon. Go on, when I managed to sedate the noisy Liza and Karen, it took Hilda to eat me nibbling.

"Oh, my God! Be sure to knock when you come in!? This is a promise. So, what the hell are you doing here? I'm free, so you want to have a big orgy?

"Um, I don't hate that suggestion, Mr. Hilda, either, but this time it's a little different. Look. Look at this mentz, don't you notice anything in common?

"Hmm? What is it? Tundele, maybe?

"Bu bu. The right answer was, we were the same age -"

"Oh, if you ask me..."

Looking over Ments as the collector slept too much and turned his stiff neck.

Hilda, Sizka, Liza, Karen. These four men, at the dawn of the year, numbered sixteen.

The other women, the same age, are Artemisia and Nelly twenty-first.

Victoire and Dorothea are nineteen.

Mary and Pordina are seventeen.

So, the sixteen-year-old group spoke of the majority.

"Look, we had a twist, but on the same husband who married him. Besides, speaking of the same age, I can't help but feel some kind of fate. I thought it was important to get a little more intimate here. Hey, you're going to follow me for the rest of your life. This is God's guidance, too."

"Mr. Hilda says something decent. Tomorrow, don't rain."

"Hey."

"Once again -. Just kidding. See, isn't that right? He said that connecting people is a valuable asset that is difficult to replace. I set up a sixteen-year-old party to take care of this miracle."

"Mm-hmm. I get the point, but why are you gathering in my room?

"I thought that would be somewhat more exciting. Mr. Klund might read the air and entertain you."

"I don't know."

"It's not a problem to offer a place. Whatever you want."

"May Mr. Klund have God's blessing"

A good keeper of man had been deceived lightly, but Hilda's ingenious plot was strewn over this.

(Kuku. The last lapse was painful. That has caused me to lose a great deal of heart in the backyard. The only way to get there is to contact these people and tailor them to my children, who do not yet belong to any faction. That's easier to do a lot of things......!

Even in Harlem, there is definitely a relationship of power. Especially in the Princess Mansion, today, the oldest and most discerning Rudge was. Following that, it is Lacey and Pordina who have influence over everyone. Hilda wanted to get to second hand, at least. However, the women's expectations of Rudge are great and difficult to pull out.

(I don't like being ordered. Maybe whoever gave birth to Mr. Klund will always jump to the number one position. Until then, we have to keep it at the top of our list at all costs. 'Cause I want to give a lot of orders. - Yeah. Easy dick and hey)

This, though small, was the beginning of a historical power struggle in the Zao family.

"Sa, sai. Sit down, sit down. I made the tea. See, the tea treat is a first-class dish that has a store in Wangdu. Though preservation works, these days it feels like an insult inside. Ah, you don't have enough cushions for Karen. Hold on, will you? I'll bring it from my room now!

Hilda began to prepare herself as she lined everyone up in the car seat on the carpet. And the snare was a teardrop.

- Even so, you're somewhat of a chig hug.

It was obvious to me that the collectors, taking them to watch their exchange, were still reluctant to be with each other.

Karen talks to Liza because she is originally a fierce acquaintance, but just blushes and roars even as Hilda waves the subject.

Sizka is not originally more of a chatty character than she needs to be. I answer, but I don't take the initiative to expand the story from myself, but I pull a step back and I'm watching.

Without being afraid, Liza talks to anyone friendly. I mean, they don't really listen to people. Because of her, the subject gets bumped up from time to time.

"Brave man, brave man"

It's Hannah.

"Dear Hilda, Looks like you're having a little trouble. Something tells me I shouldn't be offered a help boat."

"Mm-hmm. Right. All right! Hey, guys. Attention!"

What? What? Everyone sees the collector at once.

Hilda sighed openly ho.

"I don't mind chatting a lot, but unfortunately, being a man, I'm not good at continuing to act purposeless. So you can all enjoy it together from now on. I'm going to do something joint. Hey, Hilda."

"Oh, yes! I don't even want a feast. Let's play some games."

"Games?"

Sizka, rolling her candy balls on her cheeks, gave her round eyes a little bit.

"That's right. From time immemorial, it is passed down to this Romless, a mysterious play of shame. The Game of Emperors by its name"

"No way, that's......!

"You know, Sizka!?

As the collector peeled off his eyes and shouted, Sizka left the girl sitting, reddening her cheeks and writing out the "letter of" on the carpet with her index finger.

"... sorry. I don't know. I gained momentum."

"Well, Hilda, hey, I'll give the ladies a rough idea."

What is the game of emperors.

It is the ultimate simple game of pulling together prepared whale bars in order.

In the whale exists the “emperor” and the number struck stick, and whoever draws the emperor declares the area on the spot, and the rest of the members lay down their whale numbers. The emperor raises two arbitrary numbers, makes the order, and whoever has the quail of the number read out executes it. In short, it is just a game of kings.

"Huh! Any orders?

I stick my face out as Karen moves her long ears. The silver eyes sparkled with curiosity. Hilda groaned and pulled her neck behind her back.

"Yeah, fine. However, you shouldn't be so tight as to hurt people. Because it gets awkward, doesn't it? And then judge within your good sense."

"Hey, okay! I am the Emperor!! I'll do it! I'm gonna fuck you up!!

"Liza is the pinnacle! The bugs need to fall down!

"Ha. You guys, I'll even teach you the bone marrow who truly deserves to serve..."

"Uh, all of a sudden, it's buzzing. Hannah can't beat you either."

"Any, any order"

"Ahhh. Hey, hey! Mr. Klund, what are you trying to do naturally! No, you can't. Anyway, you're going to order something dirty."

"Shut up, meat slave."

"Already a slave decision!?

Whatever, pregnant with danger, the play started.

"And before I do, I'll check with you guys. Are you sure you're ready to join this game? If you're going to do it, you're going to have to finish it. Ugh."

"Bye. What are you threatening me with? Whoa."

"Ugh. Oh, don't beat me up. Hey. Abuse."

Everyone, with their consent, moves on to pulling out Hilda's prepared whale.

"Emperor!"

Everyone swallows their saliva and watches each other.

"... Ah, it's me"

The lucky girl who pulled the first emperor was Sizka. The results are hereinafter described.

Best, Karen.

Number two, Liza.

Number three, Hilda.

Number four, the collector.

Number five, Hannah.

is.

Most importantly, the ranking itself doesn't make much sense. What mattered was in the order the emperor gave to any number. Regardless, the emperor cannot see his number. Therefore, only intuition dominates the game from here on out. Sizka made little effort to move her gaze and read her surrounding mind. Each of them is discouraged, but they don't remember so much fear knowing it was Sizka who pulled the emperor first. Among this member, it was found out that what she was most conscientious about was how biased the indoor members were in organizing.

"Right. Well, that's the first one, so be light. Number four, best, rub your hips."

Pins and air strain. The first person who became suspicious of behavior was Karen, who is vulnerable to pressure. She half-opened her mouth and frightened as she leaped her gaze to the left and right, like Hina looking for her mother bird.

"Nah, you're number four. Sizka, give me more erotic orders."

Karen gave a slightly softer look, but the others stiffened her face.

- Never, never make this guy an emperor.

But fate, ironically, derived its consequences, as if to grin their will.

"Ha ha!! The Emperor is me!!

With the strength of the pull before him, when he pulled out the emperor, he fell apart and followed a victorious dance that was passed down to the Zulu tribe.

"Number two shakes the emperor's array"

Wait a minute!!

- It's good from all of us.

"That's what I'm talking about, Mr. Klund. You said no!? I'm listening to people."

"Sketchy, perverted, horny beast! What are you thinking? Ahoy!"

"Liza's a little embarrassed in public too..."

"Exactly, this is ridiculous"

"I don't mind Hannah."

Hannah grinned with a broken face. That's right, he's a legal Lori daughter-in-law. However, we cannot openly admit to indecency, and this order became a carriage to be dismissed.

"Fuck yeah. I didn't know I would lose the slave revolt..."

"No simo relationship, please."

"Then number three kisses the emperor. Oh, the deep one, no matter what."

"Eh."

Hilda stiffened and pounded off the whale stick in her hand.

The stick was inscribed with the letters III and III. Hilda looked around one way at everyone's face, still solidified, with her hands on her cheeks, showing them in disgrace.

"And you have no choice. It's true, Mr. Klund, what a name."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Isn't that right, Mr. Hilda, and a severe booming exploded from all of us? Hilda chewed a handkerchief and made it look good when she exhaled with a winning face.

"Oh too. This is the rule. I'm really embarrassed, too."

"Bye, death!

"Hilda, fuck you!

"He's a sloppy boy. - He's just dumb when he is. Hannah wanted to have a chat with the brave man in the mouse."

"It's sloppy, no"

Hilda closed her eyes softly as she bellowed.

Well, if you keep your mouth shut, you're a pretty girl who shouldn't be as neat as an exquisite doll.

The collector, picking Hilda's little jaw tip hard, made him cover his buds and screw his tongue.

The noise of plucky, plucky and tangled tongues crosses the slut.

Whenever I heard a glossy voice, the women left scratched their hair and endured jealousy. Sizka was chewing her lower lip as she congested her eyes bright red. The collector, feeling dangerous signs, softly freed Sister, not to mention flourishing and wandering his own chest.

"Ahem. Don't be so reluctant."

"Ah, haha. Well, it's just a kiss. Because kissing is a mild expression of affection."

"... not on that level at all"

To Sizka's ever-sounding voice, which echoed from the bottom of the earth, the Zao felt something cold on his back.

"Shut up! Next, Hannah. Next turn."

"Yes, sir."

The collector tried to delude himself with momentum for now, but the cold light that dwelt in Sizka's eyes was not going to go away. And some shall be displeased, and some shall dye their cheeks pink, and shall draw the whale of fate.

"Yay! It's me, me!

The Goddess of Fortune cheered on Karen, who had so far diluted her shadow.

"Damn it, sir."

"Why, why..."

"Haha, I'm off again -"

"Shit. My lawful Eros ops."

"Ugh, I don't know what to do. Anything, that's okay. You can give me any order you want."

"Um, you can't all feel bad about it. Fun, dusty choices for everyone like that..."

"Uh-oh. Just now, I thought I was just fine, so get on with it. I am the emperor, so I command you. Yeah, I made up my mind! Number four is the best kiss. Now you have nothing to complain about!

"Huh."

Hilda looked at Liza, who smiled and flickered the fourth whale stick, and turned blue and white. She has no erotic resistance but is only heterosexual. Sizka winged her shoulder as she tried to stand up, quivering her gaze in search of an escape.

"Hilda, you can do it yourself, but don't worry if you don't get the results right."

"Hey, wait! I don't have that kind of hobby, either. So stay, wait! Liza, close. Close to your face! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Liza teased the hot basse as it stretched to Hilda with a norrinoli.

A lot of time passes here.

He came back with a face like Hilda had figured something out when he was out of his seat. There were certainly traces of tears on those cheeks.

"He's rude."

Liza shook her brown breasts, microbikini by microbikini, and expressed regret.

"Okay, do we still want to continue the fight?

"Isn't that obvious? I'm not the only one in trouble if I don't get you to do it."

"Uh, I'm getting a little tired of it, so I thought I'd go back to my room."

"Ah, neither Liza nor Liza! I'm so hungry."

"I won't miss it. You're not supposed to let him get away with it, are you? For both of you to demonstrate live the black-and-white show of the rash in front of Mr. Klund, this suffering… and the exchange will not end."

"It means a little different, but you know what I want. Okay, keep going."

"Hey, hey! What are you doing?!

When they heard a clenching scream and all of them turned their gaze in front of the door, there was a figure of one maid, reddishing her cheeks and outraged. Whatever, spooky wind discipline ghost. Victoire, nothing but that person. Sizka openly pounded her tongue and she also rang her nose to respond accordingly.

"What. You want to fuck Victoire too?

"Well, you can't be. When I came back too late to see Hannah, I was told to talk to each other in the middle of the day. Whatever it is, Klander would have forced it to. How much, even though it's my wife on the paperwork, they're not a tool to satisfy your beast appetite. Shame on you, you crazy bastard!

"Uh, Hannah, explain to him"

"Yes -"

Speak cordially to the Maid Knight (* claiming to be), who stood on his feet.

"... it's a game of passing on to the romantic. In the booze seat, isn't it the lowlife play that the lord prefers? Damn, that's crap. Who, join such things!

"Your daughter mumbled the game of emperors at the Knights feast, and then she got cautious, didn't she? It's a trauma, brave man, if you ask me out, I'm sorry."

"Ridiculous, ridiculous, something like that!

"Daimyo, the old man with the liquor gave me a slightly erotic order, and to the upset quote, you swung your sword to take a seat at the banquet. I understand."

"You looked it up! You're totally looking into me. Whoa!!

"You don't have to look into it, you know that."

"'Cause Sir Wolburne's in a full seat, on his cheek, choo-choo or something. Wow, I wanted to stay clean until I got married!

"Lady Sakawa"

"Ha, I wouldn't have taken care of you if I'd protected your loneliness until you died."

"Hmm, Sizka. After all, Kisama doesn't know who she is unless she's chopped up with my sword."

"Identity? Did you need me to put a collar in place and teach you that to the up-and-coming Barthelmy style of playing the fallacious underwear every day?

"... you have eyes like a caught fox."

"Is your head a festival until you die? Nasty kinky colors are going to crush my eyes just looking at them. Please, can you hide somewhere? If possible, don't show yourself for life."

"For a wild brunette."

"You said something you shouldn't...!

The tongue battle was more pressing than anything else.

(Or do you not like dark hair? I'm still not sure about the values of the Romless)

"Haha, both of you. What about here, why don't you just put Keri on in the game?

With the rule that the brave man, the young lady, and the three Sizkas would be better off pulling the whales together and then pulling the emperor twice in a row. "

"Funny."

"If you want to escape, now's the time, Sizka."

Together, Victoire and Sizka become royal and fly cancer. The significance of the Exchange has already been lost, but no one can escape from here. With Hilda holding her head, she swung hard left and right.

"Hey. Why are you getting me into a natural?

"Oh, I mean, my grand plan is going bankrupt."

"Hey, what's the big plan?

"Liza doesn't even know!

"And, well, I don't even have a ruler, so Shawhana will let me serve as referee. Lady Go!!

"Whoa, whoa!

"Die!

"and ho"

The three pull the whale stick from Hannah's hand at the same time.

"Yay...!

"Hey, why..."

Sizka had an unprecedented full grin as she poked a stick with the emperor's mark high up the ceiling. Victoire, on the other hand, with a face like the end of the world, poked his hands on the carpet disappointingly, shaking his long golden hair with a wasp.

"Hehe, I won, I won!

"No, that Sizka. It's not like I can order Victoire directly."

"Mmm. Klund, I hope you don't water the aftermath of victory"

Sizka stroked the treasurer's cheek with one hand as she was in trouble, breaking her limbs and sneering at Victoire disappointingly.

"Come on, kill me..."

"No, no, no, because I'm not going to kill you. Why does Sizka have disgusting eyes? I won't tolerate orders to scratch my body as a parent! You know it, hey, you know it! Wish."

"Mm-hmm. Can't you even order me to self-harm you?

"Whoa! What if the number you ordered was me? Whoa!

"Right. That was wet, Sizka. Now, you don't know what number I pulled. That means that if you give harsh orders, there's still a chance that Klander will take them! Huh, this battle, it's not over yet."

"Huh. Stupid. The odds are one-half."

"That also represents my probability of life, doesn't it? Huh!?

"Don't worry, it's Crand. I know the number of the rotten maid. With my working out mind, I can see which number you pulled the whale on."

"Ugh. Sizka, Xama. At some point, scratch (cancer) the whale!?

"Why are you being like a gambling comic book? Whoa."

"Come on, it's an order -! Best of all, kneel under the Emperor's feet and fully lick the soles of his feet!!

Hannah, Lisa, Karen, and Victoire, all together, focus their gaze on the collector and Victoire with the whale stick.

It was a silence that seemed forever.

How long have you felt?

Some whale, imprinted as the best, is exposed under daylight, so as to tear through a solid space -!

"Oh, you're the best."

Moments, when frozen.

After that, the collector dyed his cheeks and crawled his tongue behind Sizka's feet, which roughened his exhale, so velvety as a vile licking dog.

All Victoire could do was dye his cheeks red like apples, while being foolish like "heh, perverted" or "heh, unclean" and watching his actions one by one.

Everyone else got ridiculous or left the room immediately.

Of course, Hilda and the others, for about a week afterwards, did not speak to the collectors.

As an additional note.

Except for Sizka, the three members of the sixteen-year-old party seem to have gotten along just a little bit better than before.