Dungeon+Harem+Master

"My stomach hurts so much."

"I don't know."

"Besides, it hurts like I'm about to burn an ass hole."

"Isn't that hemorrhoids"

"It's the one you used before this fork, isn't it? Yep!?

"I don't understand what Klund is talking about."

The collector even asks Meryandale, who is pointing that way at Tung, but completely ignored.

And it was a lot of journey, but crisp tread, and now it is fourteen tiers.

As he walked with a thick feeling of humidity when his skin got sticky, a river appeared in front of him, not knowing how far it was going. It is a huge thing that immerses the tunnel. The depth was just about to soak up to the tibia. A large rock was rolling, by the way, and it seemed like an ankle-twisting path at a regular moment if you didn't proceed with caution.

"This river is a collection of groundwater. Look, Klando. Look, it's staining out of every place. Probably not a problem to drink, but I still have plenty of water left in my hand. Just in case, you better keep your mouth shut."

Rudge told everyone as he received the water staining out of the rock wall in his palm. Lulu, who leads the way, is anxious even on this level of river, and he is turning to Flirting this way, not at all. The eyes were frightened with cut feathers, and it was difficult to take the footsteps lightly. She was a kanazchi of strength.

"What, no water of this magnitude either"

"Yes, Mr. Klund. I'm sorry, my legs are dull."

From behind, Hilda and Lacey are whispering about Hissohiso and Loulou being Kanazchi. I know it's no offense, but I guess that's even humiliating to Loulou, who has a particularly strong sense of purpose as a servant. He turned bright red to the tip of his long ear and was ashamed of himself.

"I can't help it. Look, come on."

"Ah..."

As the collector called Louloulou nearby, he shook his hand. Almost falls into the category of water phobia, but is otherwise a very competent servant. It was no longer like a conditional reflex to be left alone when I saw a woman who was mindful.

"Look, you're not scared if you do this until you get out of here. Nah."

"Yes, but aren't you interrupting me, Mr. Klander?"

"No, that's okay."

Loulou squeezed his hand back modestly, leaning perfectly next to the collector. Beside you, it only shows how close you are to each other like your freshly dating lovers. In the form of an extrusion, it was transformed into something of a kind that the retreating Meriandale and Pordina shapes in the rear were difficult to describe. When Hilda is fiercely frightened, she hides behind Sassy Lacey. It is a move as agile as a wild rabbit who perceived danger.

"Oh, speaking of which, I swim, too, and I'm not that good at it. Or don't like it? Hey, hey, Mr. Klund. You can take my hand, too."

Meriandale cling quickly to her empty left arm. The belated Pordina made an exclamation mark appear overhead to stand the dog ear vertically with a pin.

"It's a lie. 'Cause, Mary, you were swimming in the bath."

"What can I do for you? Hilda?"

"Oh, no. I haven't seen anything. I swear to God."

Hilda retracted her remarks, pushed lightly by the pressure of homicide released from Meriandale.

The collector proceeds with cheating footsteps as he clung Loulou and Meryandale to both arms. The tail of Pordina following it was dripping with no heart or soggy appearance.

The first appearance on the fourteenth tier was a monster named after the water field.

He holds a triangular fin at the top, causing ten arms to snap from the bottom of the barrel torso.

"Squid."

When the collector snapped, Pordina moved her hick and nose. Don't you like the intense raw odor? She leaned her little ziva over her neat nose and roared low.

Squid Soldier, an aquatic monster living in the dungeon.

The size is not so intimidating at roughly one hundred and twenty centimeters.

They stood in the way of a row of sloppiness with the fresh water gushing out of the hole in the rock.

That number, nine bodies.

It's wide open.

It was said that there was no way to avoid proceeding.

"All right, do it!

When the collector shouted, the avant-garde trio of Victoire, Pordina and Artemiasia danced together. Scaffolding has water and moderately sized golo stones are not easy to roll around. Still, the three daughters rush into enemy shadows as they jab water.

The battle began immediately.

The squid soldier, cleverly manipulating the two tentacles to launch the attack, but not resisting the sharpness of swords, spears or swords, waved down by the avant-garde, was incidentally mutilated.

It was a Victoire move I was worried about, but sometimes the enemy wasn't even that strong, showing a beautiful move that wasn't so disgusting before it slipped.

The avant-garde group had been lectured beforehand by Rudge about the characteristics of the monsters that would appear on the water field, so they were able to respond accurately without any clutter.

The only weapons of squid soldier are two sharp, pointed tentacles. Conversely, it was said to be an easy enemy to handle without speed or endurance.

In no time, two Victoires. Pordina slaughtered three pairs of squid soldiers. It was Artemisia who showed particular activity. She shot and killed the remaining four bodies as she swung the spear of the Virgin (Holy Lance) over three meters like a twig. Squid Soldier was desperate as he spit out ink as he sank his half into the water without raising his terminator.

"It's over..."

Otherwise, the three of them come back, drawing the water together properly. Without time for the Founding Fathers to join us, the battle ended.

Victoire is exhaling roughly as he muddles his slightly sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. The abundant breasts wrapped in aprons were heavily raised and lowered. Artemisia and Pordina, dressed in heavy armor, look kerosene without breath. The injury is not complete even if it has healed.

When the collector judged so, he found a dry, run-down plot of water a while further ahead, or let him do the camp support immediately. Let the Pordinas cook the rice, while the collector was drying his wet shoes with a flame of incendiary fire. If you don't leave it like this, it's bad for your legs. If you act for a long time, the human foot is incredibly sweaty. I just took my foot off my boot and saw a white hot air. He wasn't so much of a walker until he came to this world, but anyway, the skin on the back of his feet was hardened like a stone because he had no other option but to walk. No longer does walking for about ten hours a day interfere with anything the next day. Unwrapping the shoelaces and searing the wet bellows, a shadow fell on his back.

"Klund"

"Oh, Victoire? What's up?"

Victoire stood right next to him as he struggled to dry himself in his shoes with cancer. She is silent with her hands turned behind her hips looking somewhere moist. He kept his mouth as a letter to, slightly distracting his gaze.

"That. The boot you got me. I knew you were doing pretty good."

I simply came to thank you, but I think there is something in the tone. I lay my face down with tremendous momentum as I tried to sap my gaze together. The collector is a little sad.

"Is that it? More than anything you'll like."

"Yeah."

The collector keeps his shoes on the bonfire and continues the task of drying them again. It was also made fun of as usual more than I knew her intentions.

"... hey, why shut up. At times like this, the lords will talk to the ladies with care."

"What a bystander as I speak from you......! Okay, I guess we should talk about something. Right, um, uh. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?

"Buh...! Why, talk to that one. There will be a lot more. You know, talk about clothes, talk about the weather, whatever I might like to talk about."

(What does this girl suddenly show up and want from me?)

Victoire is roaring and shaking his head left and right. The collector took some time to take it as an indication of her own shyness.

I mean, I want to communicate. After I perceive the intention, something somewhat emotional spreads twitchy in my chest. It's like you keep hitting the little jab and it's finally starting to work. At least, talking to me from her was a huge advance.

"Okay. That sounds like something you like. I like the dorsal position in my position."

"Hmm? I didn't ask you that.... I wish. I'm done."

Victoire snapped munya in his mouth as he turned his face bright red, and went into the tent with his big crotch.

I wondered if the collector had made a few mistakes in his conversation options, but it was all too late.

Fun exchanges were unilaterally broken.

The path of conjugal friendship was closed. And, thoughts, Victoire glances at this side with a flicker as he wraps around the blowout at the entrance to the tent. Do you think they haven't noticed? The treasurer beheaded Victoire's sudden oddities.

"What are you doing, that guy?"

"Hmm, really? Really?"

A woman's voice. Then, when I lifted my neck, Hilda next door put her arms together, and she looked grumpy, making her eyebrows eight letters. Are your lips under strong stress? They were shaped like Mount Fuji.

"Mr. Klund. Are you sure you don't understand?

"Oh, not at all. In the first place, it's because he's an unusual one. Understand not understand not."

"Go."

"Ugh -!?"

Hilda rushed to hell with the defenseless collector's whistle.

It's so far away, it looks like a child. The pink tongue was quite long.

"What the hell..." The mess of the keeper continues.

If you are awake in the dungeon for a long time, your body clock tends to be slightly crazy, but you have to make adjustments even if you are forced to do so by regularly taking dinner and sleep. Fortunately, I've only prepared plenty of food, so I didn't have to worry about starving. The preference had no problem because the sugar was lacking but was compensated by the honey obtained. After stuffing the bird skewers full, rinse the cheese dissolved in the water. Two apples and oranges were flattened as desserts, and about three cups of tea were drained. Temperatures in the dungeon were, on average, low, not as high as in summer, but losing a lot of moisture on long walks and fights. No matter how much it takes, it doesn't mean it's too much. When I took turns putting up the sleeping number, the remaining members fell asleep in the tent. Though the harvester was crawled back-night by some in the darkness, squeezing out the young sperm, and his hips fluttered slightly through the wake.

The next day, when we clean up the tent wet and plenty heavier with water, we continue the offense again. The stream of the river, which was about knee length, rose in water level as it progressed to near the waist. It is like walking in the middle of a river.

"Hey, Rudge. How far does this water go?"

"Route records show that the pioneers are walking without ships. This is the upper limit of the water level, and the rest just goes low. Right. In half a day, you'll reach a place without water."

"So we're almost there, good luck to you guys"

Only the women give me a nasty reply. Somewhere, everyone, he looked fed up. As far as Loulou is concerned, he remains stuck with the collector, squeezing his eyes and holding his mouth shut.

"I think I'm okay with this kind of thing."

The exception was Lacey. She was alone. Even though the women were gettin 'gessy just with their halves soaking in the water, rather, Lacey had an upbeat atmosphere. If you think about it, Lacey's mother is a hyper-rare species, a water spirits (Seylane) and an underground lake dweller. It is also natural when it comes to her instinctive preference for the water field, which is Half-Say Lane. Unlike flatlands, walking in the river is water resistant and consumes much more strength than usual. In contrast to the fact that everyone's gait tends to fade slightly, Lacey protruded well ahead of the avant-garde at some point, exactly like a fish that got water.

"Hey. Not really, if you step forward on your own, you're gonna bluff!

"Hih. I'm sorry. So, Yu, was everyone walking so late?

Lacey slipped over the water, rinsing, down to the party's fixed position.

Though he would not have been conscious, the motion was a quick one, almost undisturbed by the waves and by the kind of weirdness that blended in.

"Wow. Lacey, how can you walk lightly on the water like that?

"Huh? Yeah. Uh, er. Haha, sorry. I'm not sure myself. No."

To Artemisia's words, Lacey made her laugh deceptively. In short, it's an instinctive move. Artemisia, who is marching with heavy armor, is also apparently quite tired on unfamiliar underwater walks. Low health rudges are also tending to lag behind sometimes, and Hilda was the end of something that had already jawed out and borne on the back of the collector. It is in the water, even if it is to be put in one garment. I don't even see a place to sit down. Hmm, Pordina, who was walking a little further forward, told him in a suppressed voice when the collector conceived.

"Your husband, I'm coming."

A white creature popped out of the stream, raising water smoke.

"Again, you're crazy."

Throw it away like the collector was sick of it. In front of me, there were about ten squid, slightly smaller than the squid soldier I had just knocked down, with faces coming out of the water. Three avant-garde people. Victoire, Artemisia and Pordina each put up their weapons and lower their posture. The size does not reach a meter, even if you flip the half that is sinking in the water. I made a sound like Hilda on my back insulted me.

"What is it? These cute squids. You don't even have to take it. This is my superb Rogue wand technique, and I'll spare you -"

Artemisia's body, which stood on the spear, rose before the line was swept away. A squid monster that slipped across the water and filled the distance fired a painful blow. She wears heavy, sturdy armor and is the most defensive part of the party.

Immediately, Victoire, who was next door, waves the Ten Kings sword and slashes it, but the squid splendidly chops and lands the steps as he flickers in a light motion. Look, the toucharm that hit Artemisia's torso was about the size of a volleyball. It would have the same striking power as being slapped with a giant hammer.

Squid monk jumped around as if to mock Artemisia, spinning the surface creeping around, quickly spreading left and right. No matter what, I saw the will not to let the collectors through here.

"Daijibu! Artemisia!"

"As much as this, what do you mean, no"

It is a strong but obviously painful voice.

"That's probably a monster named Squid Monk. You're a small, melee water monster. Guys, keep your distance and fight!

Having heard Rudge's voice, the avant-garde began to carefully and deeply poke the cutting-edge of the weapon at the squid monk and gauge the intermission. Hilda on the back. He shrugs to his neck like a turtle child and doesn't try to move.

"-So. What are you going to do with the squids, Hilda Oi?"

"Don't bully me."

Hilda went to the sun.

The collector has luggage on his back, and on the side he is holding Loulou, who is pulling like a newborn deer, so he is unable to join the fight.

"Pordina, please"

"I'll take care of it. My Lord."

A collector quietly lays down his life.

A blue-white struggle burned loosely from Pordina's entire body.

Pordina ran out waving the water. Until you stand on the same mound and fight if you're good at super close combat. When she threw out the machete, she fell into the void. Unhanded. Normally unconscious, Pordina comes from the Wolves of War (Wearwolf). She waved violently toward the squid monk as she stripped out her sharp nails, usually hidden in her fingers, about five centimeters long. The tough hardness was multiplied by a tremendous velocity, and the nails cleaved the monster's torso in peace.

Pordina seemed to dance fluttery. Occasionally, three squid monks collapse into the water. It's not Victoire who misses this. She rushed over as quickly as the wind and immediately slashed and lay down the squid monk on the left and right.

Rudge unleashed the false and flame bullet Altana Flameball of fire attribute witchcraft all over the cover. The bright red fireballs burn together and burn to death with high temperatures of heat when the spreading squid monks are pressed and wrapped. The white water vapor stood around, making a noise. A few of them escaped the magic attack and storm into a rash. The white body surface has stuffy grilled eyes, and the fragrant smell flutters and tickles the nasal cavity. The treasurer bellied reflexively.

"There!

Artemisia I was waiting for. When the fisherman also unleashed a spear with a hand such as Kakaya, he stabbed through the three bodies lying on the sidelines beautifully. Open the lid and it will be a pleasant victory.

Hilda began healing magic on Artemisia as soon as she jumped off the back of the treasurer. Fortunately, it came from above a sturdy armor or about a mild bruise. I don't have a walking problem either. Pinch a small pause and go further into the dungeon.

After a while, the water withered and reached a place like Central America, where fine sand thrived.

"Huh. There's plenty more water and air. You're hungry."

"Hilda wasn't just mumbling."

"Eh heh."

Hilda glanced at Meryandale's scratch with her red tongue out.

The collector felt Pordina quietly clean and away from the spot.

"Hey, Al. And Victoire. How's it going?"

"Oh, Klund. Damn, that's worrying."

What bothered the collector was Victoire, who was still not in good shape with Artemisia, who had taken a blow from Squid Monk earlier.

"... what is that about, and what is that about? Don't I look like an aside?"

Victoire is crushing unhappy with a small voice she can't hear.

"Ah? What, did you say something?

"Nothing"

Next door Artemisia is grinning bitterly at winds like "I can't help it......" Though it is only the subjectivity of the collector. Something resembles the smiling gaze of a sister seeing her sister, too.

"Well, come on. Victoire, you're sick, so don't do it. As soon as you think you're in trouble, back off. I'll switch."

"Hmm. Leave the women alone, and do what's in good shape"

"Ah? So, what is it? Just now, I can't hear what you're saying. If there's anything good you want, it's clear. No. You don't look like you."

"I have nothing to say to you. The body is in good shape! That's it!!"

When Victoire yelled so, he turned the spot away with his puffy footsteps.

The collector opened his silly mouth wide like a dementia and remained pompous and stiff on the spot. Artemisia's sauce eyes lowered as if they were increasingly troubled.

"Hey, what the hell is that guy? I was just worried."

"She's complicated a lot, too. More than that, it's unusual for Klander to worry about me. I thought you'd already seen it."

"Silly, don't say that in a joke. You're my precious wife."

The collector stared straight into Bi's eyes as he took Artemisia's hand, almost the same height as himself. She doesn't fit the size of her body, and that's the only thing that makes her most maiden, blushing her cheeks. The collector, when he could take off her helmet, took her hair in his hand and gently stroked it.

"Don't always struggle. But because you're here, I feel safe moving on. I think of you all the time. I'm always counting on you."

"Klund......"

Artemisia has embraced her with great emotion. The area around the chest of the armor bumps and hurts. Steel. Steel wife. Besides, you can't contain your emotions, you're tightening it up with tremendous force. The treasurer was silent and smothered.

"Kahu."

"Klund?"

"No, go. Don't worry. Hey, I got nervous about a long time ago with a hot hug."

The collector gently taps Artemisia's shoulder. And so did she, finally letting go of both arms.

(Uh, I thought I was gonna die. Toyota or Koitsu...)

"I'm sorry I lost you."

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh."

The zodiac gently coughed, knocking out the rushing Artemisia. By the way, Avara hurts because of her cool powers. It's probably the awesome thing about this guy that makes his throat ring intermittently because of his love.

"Oh, yeah. I haven't checked yet."

What are you talking about?

"Your belly scratches"

"No. So, that's supposed to be bullshit."

"You can't. As a husband, I have a right to know every inch of my wife's body. And take it off."

"Huh! Hey, give me a minute. Ha, you gotta be kidding me. Ah, here. No, I said no. Hey, hey. Are you kidding me? Oh, oh, no!?

"You don't lie, this is it. Now open your books!

The treasurer, when he nodded his tongue with an inferior face like that of a bandit III, removed the armor of his upper body worn by Artemisia in the meantime, causing his white belly to peel.

(Ugh. After all, take a crack in your abs...)

Artemisia, sitting dressed in an unscrupulous manner on small gravel, is embarrassed and depressed as she exposes her white belly to defenselessness. The belly of a lady reflected in the lantern lights. I found my forged abs faintly buoyant from under the thin fat. When I gazed into my eyes, I was being treated with Hilda's sacred magic, with no noticeable traces, but I could see the shade of the bluish orange magnificence. Apparently, the squid monk blow was all that powerful.

"Oh, you're scarred out loud. Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all. Here, here. Because I'm a fighter. Huh?"

"All right, I'll pepper you so you don't have any scratches left."

"Ha. Damn, Klando is just kidding....... hi, hi."

The collector, laughing Nitanita, brought his face closer to Artemisia's belly, stretched his tongue toward the bruises, making a muddy noise with Peppa and crawling out.

"Hi-ha, hi-ha. Come on, you're ticklish. Sa, kland. I would have been satisfied already. That's about it, let's not play. Mi, everybody's watching, so, ah, ahh."

"Pepper, pepper, pepper. Don't worry, Artemisia! My love will heal you soon!

"Here, here. Also, already in that area. Ah. Hey, no. No, no, no. No."

When the collector rests on Artemisia's hips and secures her with both arms, she licks and squishes her white belly all at once, regardless of what the scar is anymore. It is perverted no matter how you look at it. It was no exaggeration when it came to the reincarnation of a licking dog. Gradually, to Artemisia's voice, a glossy ravenous voice creeps in. Give me this far and I will no longer be anything but a caress.

"No. Krando. Everyone's watching, isn't it... No, no, there."

"Oh? What is it, the entrance to this jungle? Exploration, exploration. The Kawaguchi Expedition saw a waterfall pot in the depths of the secret border without a nun knight -! Ugh!?

The collector, who was sexually harassing in Norinoli, suddenly left Artemisia, like crazy, violently smothered as he rolled inside there. I can't help it. Behind him, Victoire, with a teacup in his hand, stood, grinning with Gual.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. It's Klund. Actually, I'm afraid your throat will stay dry. I prepared the tea, but also the original boneless one. My hands slipped and I spilled a little of the contents. I refuse, because I didn't mean to bother you. [M] Forgive me. Let's move on. Oh, here. Don't move."

"Absolutely deliberate! I'm not an ant with hot water. Whoa!

"What? Is it a replacement? I can't help it."

"I'm not a garden weed. Yeah!!

When the collector stood up, he squeezed both Victoire wrists with teapots and cups tightly. Not as much as yakeing if you move pointlessly, but it was visible to taste the pain reminiscent of a once hot water commercial show.

"Let it be. No maid of honor. I don't want you to look sweet forever."

"This is it. I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm gonna cry."

"Seriously, hee hee, you're gonna make me cry"

"Try it. Funny."

"I'm gonna poke you in one style from a cow and play some spanking percussion with your ass"

"This pervert. How can you always, always do something nasty, how well...!

Just beside them, Artemisia was beginning to fix the clothing mess with a slightly inadequate eye. The sound of the rubbing of the clothes, which ringed quietly at the groove, was instantly rubbed off by the dumb voices of the collectors.