Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector half-naked the men he captured and tied them to his rear hand, rolling them onto the floorboard of the silver carriage pavilion.

The appearance of as many as five men crying in unison is a cripple. Among other things, the man with his spine snapped, whether he has a strong fear or just the collector moved his pinky finger, is grieving and spilling a sob. Until this point, I guess I didn't think they'd do it to Cotempan.

If everyone takes a closer look at it, since the late teens, it retains the appearance of the early twenties and the intense and boy smell. Even if I'm out of shape, my guts and readiness are a tease.

I felt more and more fed up watching her cry forever like a woman, I didn't know, and my sigh pounded my throat and flowed.

"Well, who the hell asked Teme and the others to harass me?"

As the collector sat in the chair, dangling the floorboard with the sword cozilli in his hand, the men immediately threw up.

"Hiya. We were asked to do it by a man we don't even know."

"If you're wandering around the city, it's gonna be good money, so why don't you put some loose ends in this tavern right now? Do it. Hey guys!!

"Right. We didn't have any particular remorse in the silver carriage pavilion or in Mr. Marya."

"Hey, it looks like the devil gave it to you. Better yet, doctor. Let me get you a doctor."

"If we don't do this, we're dead."

"It's not sweet."

"Ghaaaa! Yes, yes! There, if you don't mind. That's why!!

The treasurer chooses the wound on the man's knee rolled like an eel, gritty at the tip of his sheath. The man let go of his grieving screams, drenching his nose, drenched in intense stuffiness.

"Oh, funny. Klund, let me do it too."

"Ho."

"Eh."

"Yes. Ahhh! Hey, yabe, yabe yeah!!

When the collector gave Marya the black lion, she gave her eyes a glimmer and ravaged the wounded men, laughing and laughing as she thought of the featherworms that had fallen to the ground.

"How dare you! Does it hurt? Hey, does it hurt?

"Oh, my God! So, so ahhh. I'm so tired."

"No way, it's late"

Marya can focus on the pattern. The tip of the sheath, buried in the stripped red and black meat, drew a bright red blood tide and a muscle of liquid with about two fingers flowed into the sky.

"Ugh!?

"Look, dance more. Bugs."

Was Marya somewhat sadistic? The more the men tried to lift themselves away from the pain at all, the more they stubbornly chased around and became intensely excited. Breathe roughly, do your hand on your groin, mozzle, and rub your legs and legs together with your inner crotch. He was a slutty hipster that your children could not see. The treasurer, in her obstinate retribution, became slightly, profoundly, rather lumped, and saw Lacey with troubled eyes.

"Marya. That's about it already"

"Ha! Forget me for what I did..."

"Something's wrong with your eyes."

"Hey, hey. Kland. hey, upstairs, ah, why don't you rest with me? Right?"

"It's fine because I'm scared of Lacey. I don't know, it's not the time."

"Hey. kland. I wonder what you're going to do with Marya if I'm not scared."

"Yes. Hey, don't pull my ear! You're gonna be like Dorothea. Ugh!?

"Hmm."

The collector blamed the men equally for eight more hits, but the men still only said that the harassing client had passed by. I'm not covered, I'm not afraid of retaliation after I've fallen apart. In the first place, a man who dyes his hands flat on this kind of thing can't even show Dada a man and hold his mouth. I simply don't know, I had nothing but to say no.

"Hey, Temehe et al. I'm gonna give you a break with this, so take your people and get the hell out of here, and... After today, if I meet you around here. - I won't forgive you this time."

"Hiya!!

For a moment, a heat wave-like struggle radiated violently from the body of the collector.

Marya trembles with hiccups and freezes her body. My whole body muscles were stiff, just like they were in gold bondage.

The men left the silver carriage pavilion trying to crawl as they dragged their companions. And then there's the bloodstained and revulsive, dirty floors sitting uncolored.

I got it, and Lacey prepared a tequila, a mop and a rag to work on at the end. When Marya also recovered from the upset, she silently imitated the action.

"I won't harass you. Personally, I know as much as I can. Hey, Lacey."

"Don't look so proud of that, do you? No more. Speaking of which, Marya. Something else has changed recently.... Oh, I'm sorry. You were afraid, weren't you? You don't know."

"Yeah. Right, Lacey. Plus, Kland. you know about the store we recently built across the street?

"Oh. I don't know, that. I wasn't sure because the doors were closed during the day."

"Yeah, yeah. We thought we'd say hello, but it looks like nobody's here. I wonder if Marya knows anything. Your colleague?

"Probably a merchant enemy."

"Huh!"

"Seriously!!

"That harasser is probably harassing the store across the street, too, I'm sure. There, it's like the name" queen bee ”. But you're a colleague? Besides, I know we've been doing this for a long time, and I'm not trying to say hello. I yelled at Conoyalo, but he came out with an awesome Gothioak caution stick. Haha, I regret it. It's not a woman's power..."

"Marya, what have you done?"

The expression disappears from the collector's face. Marya continued ahead as she hurried and flickered through the palm of her hand, blushing her face and seeming to regret it.

"Haha. It's not like I've been raped. I just snapped my cheek a couple of times. This is a whole city full of artisans, so I won't do anything about it. Even if I look like this, I've been living in Silver Villago for three generations, because I'm a staunch daughter with a history. If you suck at it, the Knights of the Phoenix won't shut up either. It's just that the audience was so lightly poked, it wouldn't move. I'm the one who didn't even take care of the store, and I'm the one who was unfaithful and corrupt. Uh. Oh, really. I wonder what you're doing."

"Marya's not bad! I've been leaving the store alone for a long time, it's my fault."

"Lacey is right. Now you're clear. However, there is no evidence anywhere that Queen Bee shopkeepers have stigmatized the idiots"

"Yeah. You're right about Klund. However, it seems that customers who originally came to the Silver Carriage Pavilion are also flowing to the Queen Bee. Looks like you can't let a girl in, even if you're hostile. I'm not sure what kind of business you're in. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, Marya..."

"That's right. Anyway, for once, I'm going to the queen bee and talk to the owner. And then I'll take care of it."

"Klund"

I wonder how sorry I was. Marya, with her teeth eaten up, shook the hand offered by the collector, spilled a pole of tears. Lacey is also followed and her nose is guzzled. The warm air wrapped the scene.

"After all, you're a man. At times like this, I can still count on you. My arms are strong, and they're gentle. Besides, you're a lot more manly than I thought. I also know how Lacey feels about falling in love. A woman feels like she can't resist being tender at times like this anymore. Klund is a woman who doesn't make you cry."

"Marya! No, you can't! Klando's mine!

"Ha, I won't take it."

"And anyway, hey come on!!

"Ah, it's lit. This guy."

The collector is not used to being praised directly from the front. Even at his age, he still left much of the boy's leftover incense, and since he had rarely had it on Matomo, he didn't know how to handle it in these cases.

(Damn, it's going crazy. That's not how you ride a praise killer.)

Truth is, Mary was sending praise from the bottom of her heart, but the treasurer, with his spiritually shy parts, was carefully dispelling that. This was also the tragic fallout, which, in fact, has severed the love flag in unknown places.

"Sort of. Not if you're deleading. I don't even know benevolence, newbie, I have to set up a shot of moxibustion with Dokan! Damn, even though -!!

The sun had already fallen and the world had been anointed with dark darkness. White paint shop directly across the street. There were about two large burning fires at the entrance, burning red. As Marya was saying, a fairly wide oak stands about two. To the dumb voice of the treasurer, for a moment, he showed intense agitation, but the response was more gentlemanly than he thought.

"Customer. Is this your first time at this store? There you are, sir. Looks like you're out of the silver carriage pavilion."

"Anything that comes out, that's my shop. Is this a drinker? Whoa. You think you can cross the world without a single greeting! Ah!?"

The collector angered his shoulders, slurping his body into small pieces and intimidating the orcs as they stared at them.

Earlier Gorotsuki also went into the hall in a bright blue manner. The difficult face, refreshing in flattery, on the dressed drool coat, was as wicked and extreme as it embodied the evil that threatened the average citizen living in peace. Two oaks. I looked at each other like I was in trouble and smiled bitterly.

Probably accustomed to such a raw opponent. The thick, fleshy chest muscle that was pushing up the jacket that was worn perfectly on the giant broke and waved. It is a pig's neck to the point of awesomeness.

I absorb all the slightest blows and so on in that one. The appearance of the body without a gap or the attention that immediately looks around this body is not always the same.

Obviously, there was the uniqueness of those who wore quite a bit of martial arts.

"This one, called Queen Bee, also delivers to the History and Commercial Guild? There are no greetings, all of these stories go through the former tightening around here, the Cecilio Parents, so what other business practices are like is that this is no longer out of the question at all. Getting Gotagota up in front of the store is nothing but annoying. If you are not a customer, please pick this up. And that's the only way to do it."

"Well, that's fine. Anyway, hey, the main thing in this store isn't gonna fit in."

"That's it. I gave you a warning. If we're ever going to get any closer, we can't just sit here and watch this."

"Sorry to bother you."

"Hey, give me a break."

"Buhibhi, Buhibhi, I'm flattered. Is this a slaughterhouse, Conoyalo"

"You. I won't forgive you for sitting in the ground anymore. Let's even get one of your arms. I'm sorry to hear that. Tomorrow, we will be folding the silver carriage pavilion. At best, they bought each store and made Shitsuji stand up with his prized singing princess..."

As the orc finished talking, the puller was released sharply.

The collector's arm made a dull noise as he pierced the thick chest plate of the oak.

The noise of a big bone crushing the tree spirited.

At the same time, the oak broke its giant into letters, turned its nose to the ground, and spat in abundance.

A strange scream, like a clatter.

Mixed with ground-beating diarrhea creates an unusual contrast.

Even while one crack was stunned, the oak held his stomach, lifted it up and stepped on a narrow terrace at the entrance.

As the collector quickly held the pig's neck to his left side, he fluttered around behind.

Naked. The orc, determined by the carotid artery, dripping his tongue loose, fell in an instant.

"Well, what about you?

He's not willing to pull it off at all.

Another, more meaty oak around.

Lowering his body, he stuck his arms forward and showed an odd structure.

The collector held, when he let go of the oak, he tried to fly and back off.

Intense struggle flows between each other.

"That's it."

A voice of restraint came from an unexpected place.

"Am I?"

"Russell!

Orc calls the man by his name. Much younger. The age would be almost the same as the collector.

Notably, the right half of my face is burnt to pieces and strangely drawn. It was out of phase.

"Who are you?"

When he heard what voice, the color of the man's eyes, which had been sticking to the anomaly, soothed and soothed.

"This is a pleasure to meet you. Can't you mistake the current owner of the Silver Carriage Pavilion, Clandestine?

"Mmm. Did you see him somewhere?

"No. What do you think? My name is Russell and I am the hired manager of the free store that is entrusting this queen bee to my owner, Mr. Belgrade. Greetings have been delayed, and I can no longer say hello. And let me apologize for your disrespect."

"Whoa. But rather than that, isn't there something to apologize for? You said Russell or something. You're the one who sent the chimps to our store."

"Chimps? Ha, no way! Oh no!!"

Russell laughed happily off with a look that was "never going to happen" enough to tell at night.

If so, he is a keeper whose suspicions are not so strong. Sturdy but grew as soon as possible.

"Huh? Oh, that. Different? Uh, uh."

"Right. Indeed, it may have something to do with the fact that the sales of Mr. Silver Carriage Pavilion fell as a result of our opening the store. Most importantly, we do not operate illegally. During the day, I haven't opened a store, but most of my employees work from night, so it doesn't always mean that someone is here. I know that's buying the locals a little upset though. Locals don't like strangers. Yes! Anyway, they must have been concerned about our shop and visited. What do you think? Tonight, my luxury means playing with my heart!!

"Uh, yeah! No! No! Omei and this oak would have pulled our Marya! That's all there is to it! You can't get away!!

"Is it true, Mario"

"So, though. I thought we were just hookers selling in...!

Russell narrowed his eyes and struck the face of the oak with a stick that was resting on his hips. Heavy iron strikes thick meat many times. Orcs, who seemed to show anger, when they stood on the spot, were shrinking and overdoing the Lord, Russell's sanction, as if the storm endured passing. Does the stick even have lead in it, it cuts off the night chi buzzing and sounds awesome. Oak's face happened to swell, his eye lid drooped, and his eyes became blind.

"Mario. And, Helmut. Clando, apologize to you."

"But..."

"I apologize, etc."

"Ha!!

Nothing to Russell, I didn't remember the pressure of a master. but the two of the orcs made sure to be pushed back by invisible forces, poking one knee on the spot and lowering his face in a grim manner. At the same time, weaken both arms and let them drip. This was a gesture of apology conveyed to the Orcs, indicating that it will no longer go against you.

"I didn't mean to do it anymore! Mr. Klund!!

"Uh, uh. No..."

"I didn't do it anymore!!

If you apologize so brilliantly, you have nowhere to take your fists. The collector decided to accept the disapproval apology when he bent his lips with a face that was difficult to describe. Make sure it gets flushed and enter the queen bee. It was a space filled with luxurious condiments that betrayed the expectations of a collector who thought it would be just a tavern.

"Heh. The couch is fuzzy"

When the collector sat on the guided leather sofa, he let his body sink into it after a long time.

The store was moderately illuminated with a good orange light, creating a good atmosphere.

It is brightness, which somehow makes me want to meditate my eyes. It creates a mood that makes visitors expect something. Higher than ever, on the platform, a beautiful elf woman plays what a luscious song. A unique sweet incense burns, making my chest strangely restless. It's not that big in the store. but the customer seemed to be in quite a bit. Russell said this was a bip seat. At the counter, guests sit at equal intervals, with one woman on each side. Although not uncommon in the modern world, they do not provide such customer service in ordinary taverns of the Romles. Besides, the quality of every woman is not bad enough to tell even if she stays away. No, I said it was too much. When I began to feel the anomaly, a woman followed me next to the keeper.

"Welcome, Customer"

Black dress with wide open chest.

The breasts were all clear and large, and the eyes of the collector nailed.

On a small nose through a sudden, worried brown eyes. There was even elegance in the hand of holding the liquor.

"It's Ines. Best regards,"

"Ah, yes. Best regards,"

When I was old, twenty-seven or eight? In this world it is something like growing old, but for a Mazacon creepy collector it was a heart-hating performance itself.

(Damn. That bastard, where did you find out about my sexuality? Damn it! I can't beat a sister like this, a nasty sister. freaking out)

Two hours later. Rolled good by the beautifully elegant Ines, the collector was winding up all of his holdings. gold, 50,000 P (pounds). In Japanese yen, about 500,000 yen. It was just a mindless defeat.

(It didn't bother my sister...!

At dawn when I entered the store properly, I was intent on pretending to be a big tiger and making it unscrupulous, but Inez's technique and his skill to tickle his manhood were not the norm. The collector dared to sexually harass everything. Instead, my breasts rubbed all over my hands, too. but Inez doesn't hate or anger, he just stares at the wasting child with tender eyes and strokes his head.

To this, my spirit shriveled. Ines and I are at first sight. but as a man, as a person, when you are doing something wrong, you strongly appeal to the goodness in your heart. Encouraged and recommended by a great force I couldn't resist, I was emptying the glass and paying for it to be eye-catching if I realized it. No, I didn't have to pay Russell, or anything like that, but I thought from the bottom of my heart that I would pay a regular fee for Ines.

I left the queen bee and thought about the money I paid to wake up from my dreams all the time. For some reason, I'm not mad at you for wondering. Thinking about it, all the customers in the store are wound up with their own critical lines of gold, as if they had been seen through their nostalgia. No, I'd rather be stopping by. Anyway, he was paying a fee. Nothing, I didn't use some incredible sorcery. Exceptional, the witchcraft of a woman and Russell's moves to assist it, even?

- The wallet became tight. But somewhere inside my chest was full of freshness.

(Inez Tan. I want to see you again... Hey! What, you're winding up all the time? Ooh!? I don't have to be an asshole!? Oh, what's this? What the hell is this ochi?!

Klando, I'm waiting for you. I want to see you again.

When I left, Ines left me a lonely word. The treasurer was entangled in a manipulative maneuver to show off the sorrow of the featherworm as he tried to escape from the spider's nest.

I'm defeated. Zao Man, returned to the Silver Carriage Pavilion with dignity. The expression is stiff.

"Ah! How was it, Klund! I made you queer!? Hey, hey, eh!

"Clando, Clando, Clando! Are you kidding me? Oops, I was worried you wouldn't be back soon. Oops!!

Marya solidifies her grip and does a jab impersonation, Lacey is Lacey and comes tacking on her hips like a bullet. Until earlier, we had an elegant and intelligent conversation in a quiet adult shop. Probably. Lacey and the noisy ones, even if they were beautiful and adult, had an attitude, the seventeen or eight kids themselves. Naturally. They are about high school girls when it comes to their Earth age. Ten is not easy with Ines, even if it's a tough worldview and minus having to look above real age. The difference was historical.

"For now, it's tea"

The collector began to escape reality as he pushed Lacey's forehead over his hips as he roared.

Lacey, who had been ordered to serve, was healthy, pointing her lips as she prepared the tea.

Wrinkle uncomfortably against your nose as you hum the tip of your nose.

"Alcohol, I've been drinking. And the smell of perfume."

"Russo, tea"

"Didn't you call me Gatsun?

"Fine. Hurry up."

Lacey must have sensibly sniffed the woman's shadow out of the treasurer. I pry into detail as I stand up with a melamera of flames of jealousy in my eyes. Because of the dark part, I tap the counter forcefully. But to that extent, Lacey is not as frightened as she is. I know, every time I see it with my eyes, guilt accelerates. To deceive, I made a cup of tea with Gabe. Freshly brewed and hot enough to burn your tongue. Tea slips off, like scorching your throat. The pain of the eyes spilling tears calmed the collector's consciousness wonderfully.

So far I haven't seen any notable suspicious parts of Queen Bee management. The cardiac proximity of the collector is unlimited to grey, but there is no material evidence to prove it.

Rather, the manner in which visitors were striving to maintain the quality of the store by sorting them when they entered the store and the creation of a hateful atmosphere in the store deserved respect. The high level of women entertaining customers would also invest quite a bit of expenses.

Lose. Not like this. The silver carriage pavilion is in danger.

Indeed, it was from the customs of this world that we did not cut benevolence to shops of the same kind that we were not willing to unilaterally blame from our current collectors, although they may be out of the ordinary course of the geologically weighing Romles.

"Hey. kland. You talked to the queen bee shopkeeper properly, didn't you? I don't know who they are.

"Mmm. Wait a minute. I'm sorting out the contents of my head right now."

"Me and Marya. I can only count on Klund. Don't abandon us."

"Ugh."

I just can't be any more sinister if you ask me to hold you in my chest plate and be pathetic in a squeaky tone.

Lacey and I are married in the most natural way, for the first time since cohabitation.

Otherwise, we took the stage.

Besides, it can be said that the treasurer's adventure began with a silver carriage pavilion.

It's also thoughtful. It wasn't like any other place here.

Only the two of us know, there's also a unique finesse.

And if I could count on you so much as a man, I would have had to get excited.

"Lacey, don't be angry, just calm down and listen carefully"

"Yeah. Okay. Good luck to me."

"No, you don't have to try. Normally."

"Crando! It's about you, so - you must have done it all the time!

"Oh. For now. In conclusion, there was no substantial owner of the queen bee, but the hired manager there called me Gatsun and made me apologize to the pigs in front of that shop"

"That's it. I got to go! I'm gonna kiss you. Mucha."

"Stop it! Maryah!!"

"Hey. Haha. Sorry, Lacey. Don't be serious..."

"Ugh!

"How are you? Take it easy. Well, I scouted the store for now, and it's like a little membership bar. Honestly, it's so upscale that I don't know why it's in a casual compartment at the end of the day."

"Er. We sell common parts and wallet-friendly places, so it's not a battle with luxury. What shall we do?"

"During the shop, regular customers of the silver carriage pavilion also saw the chills. It's expensive, but honestly, it's not worth paying for that service. Thank you. In that regard, you can't just do what you've been doing."

"Uh."

"What! Me and all the beautiful ladies like Lacey."

"Not you two. And the balls count differently. Over there, there's a man to man with a woman."

"... right. Maybe I've done something wrong."

"No way! My Inez wouldn't do that."

"- Mine?

"- Inez Tan?

"Hey. Wait a minute. Let's just calm down. So it's like baked chopsticks on that bright red thing, put it on the counter. Yeah, yeah, good boy. If you put that down, you can just walk away from it one by one. All right, come on, come on, both of you. Get on my lap. All right, all right. Not really. In the meantime, forget the branches. What I want is for the silver carriage pavilion to need a teco. You don't have to rely on Lacey's one-man power alone to blow the secret charm of that queen bee, you need the power of the yang."

"What exactly?

"Gather the elite of our army to intercept with all your might. Take it back. The precious, silver carriage pavilion that has supported us so far - take care of our guests!