Dungeon+Harem+Master

Castle City Silver Villago.

On the calendar, it is a harsh winter season. If the night book falls, the cold is harsh and hard as stabbing yourself.

Momentum, after a day of work, it was common for people in the city to snag a cup or two on their way home, unless they were so subordinate.

Drinkers, booze and workers were on the edge of cutting but not cutting, and social considerations took that for granted.

A few mistakes on booze are forgivable. It was a friendly world for drinking.

Among its castle cities, the name of the Silver Carriage Pavilion was well known in Leasefield, a section with a heavy concentration of common people.

Bernhard, a former adventurer, built it with great skill. There is quite a bit of history, and many regular customers have been passing through for more than a decade. The disturbance of the customer's legs was also a major death of his predecessors, but more importantly, it was a natural consequence of the lack of penetration of Lacey, the only daughter who succeeded it.

And now, precisely at the tip of his eyes and nose, rival stores are showing off their pride of luxury, and the silver carriage pavilion is experiencing an unprecedented pinch.

The collector does not have management skills.

At best, when I was in high school, I worked part-time in a chain of drinkers.

Besides, during business hours, he's trying to push down his part-time college girl in the bathroom, found in the current offender and immediately beheaded.

Later, he entered the store as a customer, pretended to be drunk, went wild, and was banned from leaving. I only have bitter memories. I knew exactly what he would come up with. It is a common thought of people from the underground, diving in the crux of the law.

"That's why I asked you guys to come here as tech personnel for this store."

"Hey, wait a minute. That's good, but what is this outfit?"

As Victoire whispered his voice, he asked.

"After a long time, I really took the message that I wanted to have a drink, and I came to my senses, and I fell asleep. How far does the Lord care about the feelings of a maiden..."

Dorothea is unleashing an aura of warrior anger at the end of the century, rattling the joints of her fists. The collector's finger joints get thicker when he does that. I wanted to say hi to the lady, but she weighed herself because it doesn't have an atmosphere where she can tap a light mouth.

"And I mean. I'm not in the right place. Hey, it's time to go home."

Artemisia is anxiously letting her gaze wander, trying to break her length.

That should be it, too.

In the social sense of this era, the prostitutes were also forced to wear costumes that were so creepy.

They wrapped around the top and bottom, which resembled the German ethnic costume Deandre.

A critical blouse with a deep collar, breasts that are likely to spill.

Skirts and aprons were too ferocious for a torso that would accentuate that blouse.

Big tits triplets boast of harem members of the zodiac.

When it comes to Artemisia, Victoire and Dorothea, they are fleshy beauties who cannot help but react if they remain functional as men.

It's like most breasts like peaches are exposed.

It can be said that there is no better bait to fish a man.

In particular, when sidelined, the thickness of its meat was crimping.

"Hey Artemisia. What, that cat-back? Be more shabby. Shaky."

"Because. Whatever Victoire or Dorothea is, why did you call a woman just boneless big like me? It's too harsh, Klando."

Artemisia had not changed Aye, and was imprisoned by the delusion that she was a big girl. When she is wearing an iron armor, she is so tall that she falls in love, and has just the Rin beauty of being confused with the goddess of war.

but once he removed his armor and dressed like a woman, he had a bad habit of falling back somewhere.

"Al. You have one thing to keep in mind."

"What the hell. Don't bully me any more..."

I can shrink myself more and more freaking out if you're scared of being cursed that it won't look good on you anyway, etc. Bea's eyes, with tears all over her, have something she just wants to blame for staring at, but she can't do that here.

The collector restrains himself. As he admonished himself, he shaped his ni and grin on his lips.

"That's how I can see it all the time because I bend my back freaking out. You are beautiful. Shining hair like a hippo and mysterious beauty eyes like a deep forest are among the highest in the world I've ever seen. Now, as usual, I want you to go back to the way you always are, taking spears and running through the battlefield! If you stretch your spine, pull your jaw, and turn yourself right, the men are set to revere Al like a goddess. This is a battlefield as a woman. Turn your armor into a dress, your sword into a basin and a glass, and help me with the silver carriage pavilion in distress. You can do it. 'Cause there's no way the woman I loved isn't supposed to be beautiful...!

"The battlefield, this is the place, and helping Klund...... Right."

Artemisia, when she riddled right her expression, made her crooked back crisp as if she had an iron bar inserted into her collar. Then, without sparing a big breast sticking out like a missile forward, twinkle, stick out. The fabric is still torn, and the contents are heavy meat that is likely to spill off. I don't know. Who could have drowned?

"I'm sorry. A little, I seem to have lost track of myself. I don't know why, but I want this body to be fully used and defeated if it helps even with the amount of dust mustard. This body, this soul. I've dedicated everything to Klund since then. There was nothing to be scared of from the beginning."

"Yes, that's it, Artemisia!

"Well, how dare you pepper and granny. Is there anything wrong with the strawberries? Vee."

"That's right, Klando! Dorothea is right, if you want to ask me, ho, praise me!

"Huh."

"What are you talking about..."

True-faced collector and chilled Dorothea eyes.

That Victoire couldn't stand this either, making a bang to deceive, and pounding heavily on the table's ceiling.

"Oh, no, that oh. Yep! Shut up! Anyway, I hope you can entertain your guests at this store! I used to carry and pick up orders. Hmm. I mean, you're experienced. That's right. Bad, but because I have a longer day than Dorothea or Artemisia. Whoa, I'm not proud of this, so don't worry about it."

"No, you don't."

"Oh dear! Hey, come on. There, I'm asking for it, or something. That's the kind of dialogue that makes me feel good and drunk. That's what a man's worth. Whoa!?

"'Cause, you know?

That's how the collectors look around together.

"Let me get drunk or say I'm drunk"

Victoire breaks his knee in Artemisia's painful irony.

"Honestly, I don't expect that from you."

When Dorothea cuts and throws it away, the crisp Victoire begins to severely cut the mench at a distance that seems to stick at the tip of his nose.

Dorothea has a shorter fuse line. It is exactly one-touch instant.

Hannah in maid clothes, hidden in the shadow of a pillar, ran for a little run, and went.

"Haha. Your daughter had zero suitability for customer service. Whatever you put on zero, it's zero. It's load-bearing. Give it up and everything will be easier."

"Hanner! You! Something never happens. You're blowing into the cland."

"Oh no, my lady. The only thing Hannah puts in the brave man's ear is that there's nothing there. However, as far as this matter is concerned, let me only state the truth. Please note."

"That there isn't, you're just lying -!

"I'm not lying. It is clear that your daughter's customer service skills are soaring shit."

"Mm-hmm!

Victoire is heavily slurping Hannah, who won't break his grin, in a semi-crying state no longer.

Not even shocked enough that his neck was likely to pull through, he was planted with a sense of potential fear by Hannah, who kept laughing, and the collector took his gaze off softly.

"I don't know, should I work in this store? Dress like this."

"Oops."

Dorothea rolls the hem of her skirt pillably, turning the brow root into an eight-letter as troubled.

"No. Mmm. I don't understand straw, but it's Klund. Does the Lord have bedtime attributes? I don't like wrinkles very much, but if the Lord wishes, no. I won't say no. Ya..."

"Dorothea, ma'am. I don't have any such evil taste in the zodiac, so I often stop cheating on you. It's on top of each other."

"Ouch. It's Tsui's."

"So stop it."

"Don't do that."

"Do it."

That's what happened.

Anyway, the collector's "Operation Silver Carriage Pavilion Sexy Route Change" was finally decided.

The concept was a straightforward course of action to use the daughters-in-law to keep labor costs to unlimited zero and to capture substantial new customers for regularization.

"Lacey told Marya that the three brave men of flesh and ammunition are not enough men. So add."

The collector called in a helper from the mansion when he asked Kett-See to carry out the courier transmission.

Tactically speaking, it was a gradual input of force and the most naive way to do it.

"Damn it, and let's do it. I'll help you with your noble blood muscles, so at best, don't be prepared. You ningen monster."

"In terms of sexiness, Liza, one of the best in the Three Kingdoms, also helps. I'm sorry about the selfish body."

Karen and Liza's black and white elf combo jumps in as they open the swing door to the left and right.

He was even healthy to appear out of breath as the cold made his nose head bright red.

"That. What happened to Rudge and Loulou?

"The two of them were left by Liza. I can't keep up with this battle with clarity..."

I told him with a sinking face.

(That's usually dis you two, isn't it?

"Right."

"Come on, those guys have tiny tits!

"Bye, idiot! Don't make a big noise! Rudge may be watching you with far-sighted magic!!

"Huh. Uh? Really? Could it have been me?

"Oh. Poor thing. Karen. You're turning into a toad tomorrow morning with Rudge's resentful witchcraft..."

"Liar? Oh, no. Oh, my God. I don't want to be a toad."

Karen shuddered with a blurb when she received Yota. Occasionally, he begins to hug his own shoulder as he floats a grain of tears in his silver eyes.

- What is it, an innocent soul? Don't you want to be a jerk?

Exactly, he was too much of an outward treasurer.

"That's not just a toad, either. The twitchy Iboibo is finally transformed into an extremely unpleasant body hair that grows all over his body!

Karen squeezes in all the time, holding her long ears, wanting to hear.

"But no matter what you look like, Karen is Karen. My love will never change."

"... really?

"True. I swore I would love you. I won't lie to you about this love."

"Crando!"

"Karen!"

When they got on the table, they just hugged each other saying they were not letting go anymore.

Kicked down liquor bottles, plates and knob nuts scattered around them in pieces.

Lacey's face. I took a splash of alcohol and food cusp and quickly got dirty, but I didn't change a single eyebrow and was as faceless as Nobu.

"Ah. I don't care. Would you leave the farce at that? It's just strawberries, and I can't stop having sub ivo all over my body."

"... really?

"Did you enjoy it? Princess Karen."

After this, the collector gave instructions to the staff members named daughter-in-law as they were pounded on the chest plate by the furious Karen. It takes and the comedy curtain goes down.

(Shit, fuck a woman once. Eh?)

The Silver Villago worker, Zoltern, was starving for a woman.

This year, the young man, who had just become nineteen, deeply exhaled a thin cold sigh to see as he jarred and rubbed his freshly earned salary together in his nostalgia.

The horny face has floating acne, but the hair is trimmed with chicken and even tough.

What to wear, though not flashy, was well maintained and had no wrinkles.

Still, he didn't take off the apprenticeship range, but was he born fit for this job, his salary was up from last year, and in the step elf war from folding, the job of repairing collapsed buildings was extremely busy, and the economic situation was quite moist.

(Not like six months ago. I can buy it. To some extent, what? Because I have...!

I have money. That's not a lot of money, either. That's a lot of money.

From this morning until sundown plenty, I used my muscles badly and even drowned sweat in the cold, winning as a result. Not much. It's too much for half a serving.

Zoltern is a man. That, too, is still less than twenty. I gained much more strength than I did when I got to this job. Plus, energy.

"But Rita's one is waiting for me."

Zoltan has a ten-person appearance.

No, if you just take the skeleton, you may have slightly worse minutes.

Even so, he had her last summer. I fell in love with an orc for trying to help me get attacked. If I tried it as a zoltarn for 10,000 years of female sunshine, I was only lucky to think of it as a miracle of God.

Of course, I fucked him. I fucked him. As a result, I was able to. A child.

And now, officially, he took his place as his wife. Zoltern's life is extremely happy enough from the side.

Anyway, Rita was not a pretty girl, but a cute woman. Besides, the body was so transcendent nice buddy that it seemed to be alone in 10,000 people.

As a reminder, I fell in love with Zoltern like a hot man delegate because of Rita.

For a girl who had lived as an officiant, Zoltern, who turned out to be, but risked her life to face the orc of a rogue, seemed as noble and masculine as a knight in a painting story.

In fact, a man with the courage to stand up to an oak with blood on his head, not even in the whole city.

Even within the masonry group, Zoltern, who sold his name greatly as a "man who sold fights to orcs," in fact became numerous, even if he could not do much work, who came directly to him to ask for work. It is a happy by-product.

As a result, the parent of the masonry, who had a hiatus of constant work, began to look at Zoltern. More politely than any other human being, he teaches me the job, and the seniors give him a glimpse.

Among the guilds, Zoltern was immediately remembered if it was a drinking party, and already among his peers, he was served as a brother stock.

It was him like that, but not on top of this to love his wife, Rita, and it was normal life to be stuck around four or six hours when he got home, and the more troubling part was the lust processing that was just overflowing.

I love Rita. I can't hold her in my belly anymore. It is my first child. Anyway, I want you to be safe.

As a result, the couple could no longer interact, and frustration accumulated in the accumulation.

Rita was a well made woman, and she allowed me to buy a whore, but every time I remembered a face that seemed cut, my legs went to the store and stopped perfectly. In agony with the dilemma, reason and rooted desire went hand in hand as he watched the flickering pale lights in front of him.

"Stay, eh?"

"Huh. What?"

Quickly pulled his sleeve, looking back, there stood a girl of about twelve or three, dressed in attire. The prominence of the nose was neat and the fabric of the clothes he was wearing was said to be superior.

I thought for a moment you were a novice whore, but the eyes of the girl and the atmosphere that holds you together don't make you feel the unique roughness of the whore.

In the first place, Zoltern couldn't buy a woman who could have a strange illness thinking about Rita. Because you can't, you suffer.

Such a grin, the girl stands with Nico, grinning as she can see at night. The casual motion was somewhere yarnful, and the teeth peeking from the cherry blossom lips glowed white like gems.

"Maybe you can't decide which store to go in? If so, did you know that there is one good store around here"

The girl spoke of the name of the store called Silver Carriage Pavilion.

"Silver carriage pavilion? Yeah, I've heard that before."

Sounds like a store that's been in Reesfield Street for a long time, I heard it from within my buddies, and I knew it for now. Around the summer, I heard that the shopkeeper had died and replaced him and his daughter had succeeded him, but the fact that his staunch colleague had spoken with dignity at a gathering in the group gave me a good idea that it was not a poor store.

(It would be better to sleep with one goofy scratch than to go home stuffy without anything. All right. Sometimes, drink and go home)

"Ooh. Lady. One thing, I'm gonna show you to the store. I'll play for the price."

"Yes. Leave it to Hannah, please. I don't want to cheat on other shops."

I was alarmed because I thought it was a child. The girl named Hannah's flush emitted a kind of, unusual color fragrance, like a current running on her spine, and her neck hair stood up.

(This guy is a horrible kid. Oh, yabe. For some reason, my lower stomach is getting hot. I'm not a lollicon.)

Like a summer bug drawn to a moth lamp, Zoltern followed the girl and was swallowed up by a silver carriage pavilion.

"It's new. Welcome to the store."

"There it is!!

"Noooo!?

When I opened the swing door, I was greeted with a tempered voice when I did. It is the kind of voice that resonates at the bottom of the belly. Zoltern looks around frightened but doesn't see the man.

(Ho, this has flavor inside. Me too, I might like these sib stores)

It has a nice calm atmosphere, although the customer is about as potty as it gets. When I sat down at the table I was guided, along with a light foothold, the shadow shook.

"Welcome! Place your order!

Zoltern, for a moment, took a mighty blow to drive his consciousness to the edge of the causal horizon, opening his eyes to the limit.

Meat.

It is a lump of meat.

A giant watermelon is rolling. That was the image.

"Here it is. Hon, there are so many ningen and guzzy ones! Now, make up your mind. I'm a troll guy. I don't know."

"Haha. It's water, it's... Ugh."

Outrageously, beautiful, white and black elves stood out protruding the spilling twin hills. The problem was with the woman holding her hair together behind her head, standing so that she could follow both of them. I can tell by the characteristic long ears. This was also, of course, an elf tribe, but its breasts gave Zoltan a shock so intense that it was difficult to describe.

The Big Tits Mountain.

On his chest, he had a small name tag on it and wrote "Dorothea" clutterfully.

"Ah, uh. This is a drinker, isn't it? What kind of liquor do you keep?

"Huh!? Which kind do you stick to? I can't let it happen. Fine man."

"Haha. That's the limit. But Liza basically doesn't care"

"You know. Even if the clerk doesn't care, you can't say that. Really, he's an asshole."

(Oh, come on, all of a sudden you and all that. Besides, the elves are starting to fight each other.)

The three elves started arguing over the guest's Zoltan.

"In the meantime, with beer"

"Yes, no, I got beer. Ahhh!!

"Hiya!?

Out of nowhere, I hear a man's wild scream. Zoltan stared suspiciously at the barrel in the corner of the counter as he spun his gaze toward him.

I just thought so, but I can't do anything about it.

"In the meantime, it's a pass. Sir, this will fill your poor belly."

"The poor minister... well, fine"

A brown elf brings a kind of meat grill that I don't know what kind of dish it is.

The burning smell of juicy fat gives me an appetite.

(Nevertheless, this dark elf sister. porn porn too much)

Is it deliberate or service? Liza and the dark elf who was calling about herself, when she finished carrying the plate, are jumping pimps like innocent children, in front of the Zoltern table.

So that abundant breast dances in the blouse. Zoltan's soul was already nailed to the girl's flesh.

(Ahhh. You have to be sucky. You mean, is this the kind of erotic store you have here?

"In the meantime, let's eat"

It doesn't feel very good to be left stared at by jizz as it seems to have grown into a rare animal. Zoltern threw a well cooked chunk of meat into his mouth unexpectedly and was stunned.

(Uhma. What's this meat? Mysterious meat. Uh-huh. And then, the boobs of the paycheck!

It was called baking, an exquisite amount of salt and spices, and a divine statement.

"Eat, eat more. They eat until their bellies are ripped off."

The dark elf girl is tense all over whether Zoltan is happy to cheek the meat well. The slightly wordy, old-fashioned woman in the Meat Chunks Mountains is generally satisfied.

By contrast, the petty silver-haired elf has already begun to get tired of it, or when he lowers his hips to the chair on his own, he's messing with long twin-tailed hair tips. It was a spectacularly outrageous act at the restaurant.

"It's good. It was good. Besides, your sister's got big tits."

"Oh. And it's strictly forbidden to touch. Don't get on with it, young man."

"It's you, you're an asshole"

"Next, this."

"Uh, could this be beer, too?

"Hmm. Not exactly as ordered. Have a drink. Drunk Ningen"

"Hey, I wonder if it's a bit of a human drinkable amount, haha"

The pitcher was a giant one who forced his ears to an oversized bucket.

Even a big man has one. It was a roll.

Moving his gaze around, nearby, the men surrounding the table lift each other up in a pair of jocks. Drink up alone and your belly will be torn.

"So you don't want it?

An elf throws a nagging gaze with challenging eyes. Some men look good, but some children have. Zoltern was not so foolish as to boast of senseless barbarism.

"Just one drink. And then you can have it."

"And that's why I got forgiveness. It's Liza!

"Whoa. Liza's stomach dries the world!

"Hey!?

Dark Elves, lifting the bucket pitcher so lightly as to where the force was in its thin arms, drank it all at once.

With almost magical momentum, the amber liquid visible in clear glass loses its song.

At the same time, a woman's skinny belly swells like a pregnant woman as she looks at it.

It was hilarious somewhere, like a frog blown in air from his anus.

"Pu Ha, I drank too much! Dude!"

"Don't do it, Liza!

"Whoa, that's brilliant!

Eh, slammed the container on the table, and the dark elf showed her white teeth and laughed.

To its bottomless audacity, Zoltern remembered, for a moment, a refreshment that, while distracted, somewhere forgot the worries of the floating world.

If I realized, I was clapping naturally. This is just one thing. Not a swollen big man, but the part performed by a beautiful girl who had nothing to do with the big meal, no matter what she thought, was creepy.

Zoltern's mind was satisfied that he had been drank of all the liquor he had ordered because he could hardly but saw something quite rare.

"Oh, wow. How well with that body."

"No, no, no. Liza worked hard, too. And, yu so. Mmm."

"Hmm?"

The girl is reaching out with a full smile on her face. This is what you want chips for, Zoltern generously made him grip more Romless Copper coins.

but the girl kept her grin unbroken and when she cleverly dropped the copper coin on her palm onto the table, she was stuck out unable to pull in.

"What. Still not enough? I can't help it."

When Zoltern, excited by the bitterness of the smile, showed the silver coin, the girl gave a nice peek at her bright white teeth and stuck out her thin, long fingers.

"No, no. That way."

"Hmm?

"What I want Liza for is that whole purse!

"Uh. You gotta be kidding me."

I was there. I noticed. The girl's eyes are not laughing. A frizzy chill rushes through my spine. If you notice, you were surrounded by an elf woman with a cold grin silently left and right.

The fate of Zoltern was so great here.