Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collectors, in the middle of the twelve tiers, were forced to stagnate for about three days.

but it had a good impact on the party. For the women, this period allowed room to crack their bellies and discuss the matter, and the obsession seemed to be broken. Victoire's attitude toward the treasurer has not changed. I admitted honestly that I was the one who started Gotagota the most, and said it was clean to apologize. Humans, honestly acknowledging the mistakes you have made is quite obnoxious. Victoire, in front of all of them, apologized to the Collector for his disrespect and expressed his honest thanks regarding the gift boots.

(and so on. I feel like this interaction has happened before...)

The collector and Victoire have been rubbing it since the first time they met. Think of it, it was a commotion that just seemed to be colliding the two of us so that God would consciously manipulate the appearance of action. When I got the boots, I wouldn't have slipped to the cliff if I had been honest with you, but that was a theory of results. It made sense that the two of us had survived the crisis of our lives. At this point, however, neither of them noticed a fine change in their emotions.

Victoire's intense damage of systemic bruising also largely recovered from Hilda's healing witchcraft and adequate nutrition, plus plenty of sleep. It was proof that her underlying health was slipping out and high.

The collector cared, at the end of the twelve tiers, once suggested returning to the union's office, but Victoire refused to do so in vain. If the women were to measure it, they would like to continue the offensive if possible. The collector saw in them a united will to help Victoire. Fucking serious Victoire doesn't want him to change his original plan because of his mistake, he's vocalizing and appealing to the collector. It was a sincere and diligent desire, not a tone in which such lofty arrogance as it has been. If you go back and rest, you'll have to explain your misfortune to the rest of us at the mansion. Victoire, a born nobleman, is unusually self-respecting. In this case, when we return to the mansion, it is visible to be made fun of, but it is to be hoped that the burden of spirit will be so different that at that time we are not assuming that we are achieving the prescribed plan. In summary, it's all a kind of self preservation to avoid confusing your mistakes. If Victoire is forced and unconscious, someone in his crew could be in danger. However, the women had a strong will to drop Victoire until the seventeenth tier, the official record, after finding out about it. This time, with the exception of Lacey and Loulou, everyone else is all those born into the aristocracy in this world. Disgrace, when it is more painful than death, is all that grew up being knocked in from childhood.

"Please. Don't let her down on the way."

"Please, Mr. Klund"

"I'm begging you, Klund."

"From me, please."

Mouthfully, Victoire's defense was overflowing.

The collectors did not want to grasp the buds of federation that were growing in them, if possible.

"Your husband. If possible, don't let Victoire do what he thinks."

"Mmm..."

Rarely did Pordina palate. She doesn't basically pinch her mouth first in the actions suggested by the collector. Instead, what was ordained, quickly, surely, tilted the whole body and strived. It was she, who entrusted everything to the Lord, who supported Victoire until she bent the way it should be done, even with her signposts.

"I'm not so keen on putting it down, especially me. Hey, I'm worried. If you say you can do it in person, let me do it. Victoire has a mentor in front of everyone."

Victoire grabbed the right hand of the collector with both hands and shook it up and down as he could flaunt his face like a paw and flower.

"I'm sorry. Instead, let me do my best to serve as dew."

"Oh, oh."

Victoire, who looked like Rin, had the cleanliness to want to correct himself as a knight, even without wearing armor, although costumes were the cute maids themselves. I'm not such a lady, and I wish Hannah was here. The more she was, the more she almost gave me an intimate atmosphere like someone else. Either way, it is a continuation of the offensive of the twelve tiers that had been interrupted. Walk through the "Kame Road" I received from Nelly. Already, was the journey of difficulty treading or taking a relatively gradient and flat path? Victoire is honestly wearing handmade boots he received from the collector. It was an irreplaceable walk, either because of the rest of the three days or because of what I saw.

"How are you doing?"

"Mm-hmm. Not bad. These are good shoes. Somehow, it's amazing, it fits. It feels like I can walk everywhere. Klando, you have good taste in choosing shoes. You can be proud. I guarantee it."

"Oh, I'm so glad."

Victoire chuckled fluffily with her green eyes glittering like a cat. Anyway, the collector clapped out just because he didn't know what to put on his ass and thought it would be disputed as usual.

That's good. That's great. and so on, when people are praised differently, they feel intense discomfort and their spine becomes itchy. I couldn't stop, attracting Hilda, who was behind me, and slapped her in the ear.

"Hey, Mr. Hilda. Something's wrong with Vi's handwriting."

"Nothing. She was originally of such a character. I thought you were angry because you were sexually harassed."

"Yep. What does that mean? I knew Victoire was gone."

"... If that's it, why don't you just act like you always do"

"Yeah. Okay."

I followed Hilda's advice and abruptly rubbed Victoire's ass walking forward.

She screams and turns.

When he found out that the evil Teng himself was the treasurer, he mercilessly encountered a round-trip binta.

The collector, turning his cheeks bright red, turned again to Hilda and told him.

"Nah. After all, it's a fierce maid as usual"

"... it just seems flirty to me. Hmm."

Hilda suddenly lowered her voice, kicking the zodiac's shin in with her toes.

Naturally, it hurts. I cried.

"Yes. Ahhh. Why, kick it whoa!?

"That's not right. Mbeh."

"You guys. That's it for improvised little plays. Apparently, we have a visitor."

I turned my gaze forward to Rudge's stuck voice. The collector looked directly at Rudge's face, who, for a moment, was silently closing or opening the book of witchcraft after he had ceased to speak.

"A bee."

"Yes, a bee."

It was an unmistakable bee in front of me. Nor is that just a bee. It was a large size individual, about thirty centimeters in size. The whole thing is a familiar yellow and black pattern, except that it is unusually big, you can't see anything unusual.

"That's a common monster distributed throughout the dungeon when it comes to cave bees. By the way, when he gets stabbed by a poison needle in the butt, he says humans die almost instantly. Be careful."

"Go ahead!

Screaming, but fast. The cave bee came in with fierce feathers.

"Whoops!

The treasurer flexed his body against his half body. The black poison needle sparkles. It was Meryandale standing next to him who responded to this. She grabbed the head and abdomen of a cave bee at a speed she could not imagine from her daily movements when she shouted, Ugh. It was a familiar gesture, like a hubby-picking celebrity. The same eyes dotted a comma few seconds of offense. Meryandale was a chunk of discomfort as she held a huge chemical bee with her hands as if catching a puppy. As Lacey lagged behind with a blue face, Meriandale snapped the bee's poison needle with a kyoton look.

"Huh? Oh, is this it? I've come across a lot on my Ore Removal quest and I'm used to treating bees. Look, here's how, when you do this, ha."

Meryandale cleverly twisted the neck root of the bee as she scuffed. Blur, cloudy noise. The groove with everyone deepened further into the motion of not changing one of her eyebrows.

"Speaking of which, having a bee means there's a nest around here, right?

Oh, me, I've got a good idea. Why don't we all go and get honey for Mr. Bee's nest? "

"What? A joke. It's insane to go where such a horrible bucket of monkeys is. Hey, hey. Nobody's interested in honey."

"Honey -!?"

When the women ignored the words of the treasurer, they began to consult with Gonyo Gonyo in a circle.

(Ah. No, sweet stuff seemed like it was about time we had less left...... But no way, I don't think they should be so shallow daughters as to deliberately put their lives at risk about that)

The collector was frightened to see the bee's poison needle, which Meriandale broke and threw at him, melting the stone with a noise all around him. As a matter of fact, ever since I was a child and felt the pain of being stabbed by a bee, the yellow and black form just makes me feel bad to see it. Similarly, I hated traverses and tracorns for road regulation. The women who were consulting saw the collectors lined up side-by-side, unwrapping their opinions. My eyes are gleaming. Rudge stepped forward as a delegate.

"So everyone's opinions were aggregated in the way that it's best to perform bee extermination for the sake of the world, but I want to know the opinions of Klund, the parent"

"What's the truth?

"Honey is sweet. That's the answer."

"This sweet brain......!!

It makes no sense if one of the collectors disagrees. As pushed away, the ritual of honey removal was to be decided.

"Yuko."

"Yuko."

"Wait, wait!? I saw it somewhere, the haul of this story!!

Anyway, that's what happened.

"You don't need to fight Mr. Bee properly. Yikes. Smoke it with smoke."

When they found the giant hive, the collectors launched Operation Bee Mockingbird with the help of Meriandale. Hilda, who devised this operation name, thought one of the collectors had a rotten brain. The hive is built on a rock shelf near the ceiling ten meters from the ground.

"It's a little bit of a family."

I imagined it would be somewhat bigger than the normal one, but the levels were different. The collector rubs his eyes wondering if his proximity has gone mad, but it does continue to exist. When the women silently collected dead grass and shrubs from nowhere, they cooperated to assemble them and set them on fire. Everyone is silent. The collector whispered in a whisper by pulling a little of Pordina's apron, which he refrained from next door.

"Hey. Why are you so keen?"

"Actually, sugar is both lacking. Everybody seems hungry for something sweet."

"You too?

"No. I..."

Pordina seemed concerned about the overhead hive while showing a careless bare gesture. The eyes glow in the colour of delight, and the expression relaxes. Not so much, cave bees muddled by a lot of smoke jumped out of their nests roaring their feathers. The women intercepted the bees descending suddenly with anger on their feathers in a well-organized collaboration by the time they were great. Let it roar like a tinnitus, and hundreds of crappy bees looming like black clouds. As I couldn't wait, Rudge did a magic book to unleash Altana Flame Wall, a fake and flaming giant wall, an intermediate sorcery of fire attributes. The huge wall of flames wrapped up from the Book of Magic relentlessly enveloped the impending black clouds. The feathers disappear in an instant, and the unique unpleasant smell of the gills and bugs burning stands. The bees, who lost so much and escaped the difficulties from the white smoke, descend in pieces. Without hesitation, Artemisia's spear and Victoire's sword will prune the remaining enemies. The swarm of bees that fell after being cut off their abdomen gradually turned corpses into mountains and piled around them.

"It's over?

"No. Probably still got quite a queue left inside. After a while, I think the queen bee will abandon her nest and leave, so let's wait until then."

"Mary. Why do you know so much..."

"Honey is sweet and delicious. That's the answer."

"Oh, yeah. Something, I'm sorry."

I wonder what drives them that far. The zodiac learned the illusion that Mary's eyes were kind of turning like glue and swirls, and took a distance. Something scares me.

"Not yet? Honey, not yet?

As far as Hilda is concerned, he is preparing to drink while holding my cup with both hands. Hey, I feel a little too fast about anything.

"... what is that?

Artemisia kept the spear, pointing to a certain point. A large chunk of gray slowly approaches from the opposite direction in which the collectors came. It climbed softly as it slowly grabbed the convex wall with agility that did not suit the giant.

"That's a third bear......! I'm trying to get our honey."

According to Rudge's description, the monster named Third Bear, which lives in the dungeon, is a natural enemy of honey removal hunters, especially those who love honey and devour honey from nest to nest when it comes from nowhere. And, I mean, what is that profession of honey hunter? Approximately the confusion of the collector, the women roar with a grim, bitter face devouring their teeth. How much sweets do you guys want? I sighed deeply.

"All right, let me handle it. I'll slaughter you with a little choy like that."

"Don't inadvertently get your hands on it."

Rudge stopped Victoire, who moved forward wrapped his arms around him.

"Hey, why? If we keep holding hands like this, our honey will be ravaged!

"It's not. Unlike normal organisms, that third bear has an undeveloped excretory organ and has the habit of saving digested faeces in her belly for nearly a month fine. Not so strong, but if you accidentally slash it, the self-defense reaction works and puts the contents around, bam! …"

"Oh, no..."

When Victoire suddenly spoke softly, he retreated.

"Then honey is all over the shit. Scatter's not a hobby. Hmm, how do you do that?"

As the collectors roared and contemplated, the third bear quickly climbed near the ceiling and put his hand on the hive. When you make a shivering noise and pull the nest a thousand times, you grab a golden paste from inside and even eat it out deliciously. The women uttered key keys and gold cuts as they stepped on the estate.

"Mr. Klund! Your pretty wives are the pinch! Just do something! This inn six! It's not worth it! Ohtang."

"Uuch, uuch. I'm thinking a lot right now. Please wait."

The treasurer held Hilda's mouth in the palm of his most noisy, wrinkling between his eyebrows and making him wonder if he had any hands. While doing so, the third bear is licking too much honey, not even a poison needle attack from the remaining bees. My brain doesn't work any more than usual because of all the screaming.

"Hey, can you leave it to me for a second?

It was even Lacey who saved the clan crisis. When she coughed this slightly, she played a less familiar song with a glossy voice.

(What the hell...... I'm just listening, and somewhere, my whole head creeps me out)

The effect appeared on the surface. The third bear, who was eating honey like crazy, trembled violently all over her body, at a relaxed footing, and began to descend the cliff. As they all hold their breath and watch, Lacey slowly retreats on the spot as she sings. To be caught, the third bear also arrived afterwards. As the name suggests, even the eyes on his forehead are dangling in a faint manner. It was understandable that the third bear, which was somewhat similar to the drunken appearance, was completely exasperated from the fact that her groin genitalia stood stiff. Lacey of Half-Say Lane succeeded in encouraging the tantrum of the third bear and distracting his attention from honey by setting the lullabies to a certain scale. Using a curse called "frightening," he guided the third bear to a certain position, from a remote location Rudge bewitched and shot him to death.

"That, Klando?

"Gururu"

Welcoming Lacey, who handled the third bear, was the keeper of the insane appearance. The man jumped at Lacey with or without his bright red, congested eyes.

"Ahhh."

"Hey, what are you doing, Klando!

I can't hear Rudge or anything. The only thing that dominates the collector was just his primitive desire to punch his own seed into the woman in front of him. Pushing down Lacey while ignoring the rudge she took from behind, she pulled her jacket left and right and cut it a thousand times. Lacey wore a leather vest that was made quite sturdy, but for a collector who shook off the limiter, it's the same strength as handicap paper. Even my underwear was ripped apart at once. Puffy, well-shaped breasts are thrown out into cold air. The cause was the "frightening" effect that Lacey sang earlier without even thinking about it. By the fact that some of the collectors were around or within the scope of the curse, they were perfectly skilled. It goes without saying that everyone who heard the noise stretched to the collector at the same time and took a lot of hard work until Rudge hypnotized the sorcery.

"I'm sorry."

"Also, that's enough. I didn't mean to offend Klander."

I doubt that the crime of rape exists socially between couples in this world, but no matter how much I love you, there can be no woman happy to be tried to carry things the same way as animals.

The collector thanked Lacey as many times as he could, and her acceptance of it made the matter unquestionable.

"Hmm. It's honey I finally got at the expense of so much. How emotional."

"You didn't do anything."

Rudge slammed into Hilda's remarks. As usual, Hilda did nothing and was literally rinsing sweet honey. Artemisia was smiling bitterly.

As a result, honey had been successfully obtained as originally planned. With sleeping collectors on their asses to faint, of the remaining members, Loulou and Pordina were climbing the shoreline to retrieve the remainder of their escape from the plunder of the third bear.

"Sa, your husband. While it's warm."

"Por......"

When the collector lay his eyes down like a punched dog, he turned his hand around his neck from behind, as Lacey abandoned the child. I can gently stroke my head with a pound. I felt strong motherhood in my breasts pressed against my back and my eyeballs got hot. This man, he was also a mazacon of strength.

"Hey, don't be depressed. Klund. Drink it and you'll feel warm."

"Ugh, hiccup"

The collector put the cup in his hand closer to his mouth as he wanted to stop by the women. Drink hot water with plenty of natural honey. Including the loose liquid in his mouth, the shock ran like he had been hit in the back of the head with a gut.

(This is honey...... ugh!? It's gonna melt in your mouth!

I felt dizzy due to the unique sweetness of the aromatic moisture. The taste buds of the tongue awaken simultaneously, and a tremor occurs in the body like a splash of current. A hole in his buttocks, cuddly blurred, and he remembered the illusion of a lump of fire going wild in his belly.

"Yummy! This, well, yummy ahhh!!

"It's too much noise, not at all"

Victoire's hair on his forehead as he watched the collector gouge up his honey water, paying aside. The women couldn't stop laughing at the couscous as they watched gently as they saw something smiling.

Did the honey power work, and the collectors quickly rushed down the twelve tiers, quickly entering the thirteenth tier. Repeat the shortcut over and over again as per the route of "Kamaki Road".

The road gradually narrows. The low ceiling, which at first was to the point of distraction, eventually turned into breathlessness as long as it didn't crawl forward.

"It's like a mole."

"I agree."

Rudge's creaking voice echoed from behind. The first to go is Louloulou, who shifted from rear alert. Right behind it are the three avant-garde, Artemisia, Pordina and Victoire. In front of her almost crawling forward, she was dressed with a munching Victoire ass sticking out.

(Eh, what is this? I can't stand this situation. God, thank you)

A tight ass flickers right in front of you, as you can see from above the fabric of your skirt.

I am working up, but I can't even erase the softness that is characteristic of women.

As a result, the reservoir's nose became rough, like a horse with a carrot hanging in front of him.

(Ouch! Oh, my God. What the hell? Oh, here. Yeah!? Fucking make my munchy ass pretend in front of me. Yeah! You're asking me out? I'm inviting you. Oh!! Patience, Death, YES!!

Know the evil gaze or not. Victoire shuddered his whole body into small pieces, stiffening his body for a moment. within a narrow tunnel to such an extent that one can finally crawl. I can't even turn my neck. I can't even make sure behind it. Only the appearance of frustration somehow conveyed, but the collector kept staring at Victoire's glutes.

"... I don't know, there's a bad sign from behind. Hey, Klando. You know what I mean, but don't ever try to imitate me strangely. If you do anything funny, I'll smash your face to pieces with a kick behind me."

"Whoa. This place is chocolate-inclined. If you try to kick my ass, everyone in the rear is sorry. Don't even joke about that!

"Come on, sure. I apologize for being too frivolous in my remarks."

"If you know what I mean"

"But then. I feel a strange gaze from behind."

Is Victoire instinctively feeling his own ass being visually raped, eating up while his voice is butt-stuffed?

- Shit, she's surprisingly sharp.

"Victoire. That's because you're so full of yokoshima. If you abandon your evil thoughts and focus only on moving on, your strays will surely disappear!

"I'm sorry. Right. I doubted you too much."

"If you know what I mean"

"Hiccup!?

The collector, in a serious tone, suddenly grabbed Victoire's leg and neck.

"Hey, what's up!? Cold things hit my legs, I hit my legs."

"Uh, Wally Wally. Wrong, I think I grabbed your foot. I didn't mean to."

"Right. I guess so. We're so close. Even if you touch your legs, it's an accident."

"So-so. I don't care. I don't care."

"Hiya!? Now, if. Chilly!!

"Ah, Wally Wally. I ran ahead and grabbed it. I'm gonna slow down a little bit."

"... you're also making a mistake right now. Klund, you can trust me."

……

"Ahhh! Clando! I knew it! I knew it!? Ku, I believed this time I'd changed my mind. Ah, ah, ah. Ho, really don't....... come on. It's sloppy. I can't believe you're setting me up in such a narrow place knowing I can't let you go. Take people's asses, as cheap as toys, mummy.... ahhh. Hey, hey! Not beyond that. It's important. Hmm. No,... no. Hey, hey. It must be Klund, right? Right now, it's Crand you're touching, isn't it? I'm going to be silent. Reply to something, frightened."

Still moving forward with a chill, the tunnel hole widened slightly.

Victoire never wanted to, he tried to look behind his back, that was when.

"Yes."

The scream of the sawdust tree spirited in the tunnel, along with the sound of something crispy and stiff stabbing the flesh.

The sound of dongs and hitting dirt walls and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other rang.

The lantern lights that the collectors had in their hands went out, and as soon as they did, their surroundings were engulfed in darkness.

As Victoire stuck in a vortex of confusion, a hint of light came out again from the rear, inadvertently. Someone set the lantern on fire again.

"Don't look back and move on. Oh, because Klando seems a little uncomfortable, so he acts with me. Never mind. And don't look back. - Don't look back. Okay?"

Meryandale's strangely bright voice from behind. Are you holding back something? There are only signs of movement in the dark.

"... Yes"

Victoire increased his speed in silence.

- That's the right thing to do. She was a woman who could absorb the weather.