Dungeon+Harem+Master

Darkness.

Infinite darkness is spreading.

Piton. po, and only the sound of droplets falling is loud.

"Mm-hmm."

A little pong, and a cold Shizuku dripped down his nose tip.

So the keeper was finally pulled back from a thin, blurry world of dreams with a white membrane.

Gunn Gunn and a giant bell are ringing in the back of his head without rest. Unbearable discomfort.

When I turned myself reflexively, there, I finally realized that my whole body was powerless.

What is this? What, this is...

When I try to speak up, my tongue is paralyzed and attached, and it doesn't sound like it. My eyes gradually got used to it, and I somehow found myself surrounded by piled bags around me.

It would be some kind of warehouse because of the smell of mold. When I tried to move my limbs, I was tied to a thick pillar beam.

Both arms are twisted up on the back and wrapped in multiple chains. Both legs were carefully seated and restrained to wrap around the thighs and tibia.

Critical, cold iron ropes and chains are squeezing the whole body. As if you were afraid of the Beast. I feel the cold, but I can't get the whole force in, as if my body wasn't mine.

The collector recalls.

Yes, I do remember the use coming from the queen bee shop and overlapping Ines and the lumpy cup.

I should have had to be wary of her showing unusual familiarity, even though she only visited once. I was forced to try to drink up the amount of liquor that exceeded my limits, like water.

Somewhere, in her worried eyes, she couldn't contain herself. It had a pretty good vibe. What you disliked would be the pose. Even the collectors could understand that much.

I took my lips, swapped my saliva with Jurjul, carefully rubbed my white breasts in, cracked my hem and inserted my fingers. I even remember the feeling of a wet fingertip.

As a result, the clothes were served.

"Have you noticed? Kland-kun the Colored Man."

"Klund!"

The voices of men and women broke into consciousness. One sounds familiar. Or Lacey's voice.

With the noise of the doors that swung, the sight became bright as daylight.

The collector immediately counted the people who came into the warehouse.

Except for Lacey, who's being grabbed in the arm, there's eight men.

I looked familiar to a man whose face was burnt to pieces. Russell, Queen Bee's hired shop owner.

- Beauty Bureau, damn it.

I try to raise my face and complain about one of them, but all I get out of my mouth was a groan that I'm not sure of and sloppy flowing saliva.

"You can't go through with them just because they're there. Now you can't do business anymore."

"Nah, nah..."

"Hey, Russell! You're right, I'm following you, let go of Klund!

"You can't do that, Lacey. 'Cause the heartache I've been betrayed won't fit in then, will it? Hey, you guys."

Hey, Russell.

All the men that Russell had brought were sloths of the right width. In order to prevent severe cold, it is quite swollen, but I could feel the unique fighting spirit of the human being, which took on some martial arts, due to its precise footing as measured and its unmistakable vigilance over the corners of grain bags loaded high with udder.

of shiatsu, and a barrel-shaped man who seemed to sound phonetic moved forward. The chest plate is very thick. The weight would be slightly over one hundred and twenty kilograms in sight as well. He was also shoulder-width apart and his neck was filled with meat at best. The collector was beginning to think about the origins of the species in his fluttering head.

"Hey, did you say kland or something? In the meantime, he wants to hurt you as a hors d 'oeuvre. No grudges, but this is for money, too. Don't feel bad."

The barrel man, showing Ni and his yellow teeth, stares with a comatose joy in his eyes.

I guess you like to have irresistible people. Besides, he is a kind of person who does not feel any kind of conscience blame for his barbarity. The collector, in experience, has found out because he has seen such a personable bankrupt rot. Besides, you'll be able to do it to yourself from now on, violence too.

"Stop! What are you gonna do? Don't do anything terrible to Klander. Eh?"

Lacey's cry was also vain, and the men began to relentlessly strike the firewood in their hands from next to next.

There was intense pain running on my forehead. At the same time, the blood, like raw water, was dodgy.

"Knock-ass. Okay-dokey-dokey."

"Rah, rah, rah, rah!

After that, shoulders. Arms. Head. Chest, legs. and other relentless and harsh attacks struck me like a storm from next to next without being able to add palms and minds.

The collector is restrained all over his body, and he's been given paralysis pills. You can't be alert to blows to stiffen your body's muscles, or shift your body to change your hitting points.

Hell of a time went on. Only Lacey's crying voice sounded soberly clear.

Whenever something bar-shaped is struck, the consciousness fades softly, and the warm drips down the cheek.

At a time when my ego had become obscure, the unexplained violence marked an end.

"Ora. Russell, thank you for your time. Listen to me."

They pinch my jaw and force me to raise my face. The collector threw up his blood sputum on the man's face, thinking, blah, blah. The decently eaten man, as soon as he dripped a clot of blood on his cheek, dizzily changed his complexion, blued or reddened.

"Ahhh. Dubbo! Dirty. Hey, hey! Garbage!!

He was kicked up hard in the face, and the cartilage of his nose crumbled with a strange noise.

Nose bleeding erupts like a dot waterfall. Oh, it's a surprising amount myself. Lacey, who saw it, released the tall scream again. Honestly, I can hear this voice.

"Mine. On your face. Dirty sputum. I can't forgive you. I can't forgive you. Whoa!!

The sputum spitting man rubs his cheeks on his nerves with the back of his hand, while relentlessly hitting the leather bag in his hand on the forehead of the keeper. The contents of the bag were sand packed and of unusual weight.

In the ordinary man, it is a cracking impact of the cranium.

Exactly, Russell promptly instructed his men to stop him. Not considering the body of the treasurer. His lips are stained with an indescribably soggy blackness that has soaked him with comatose delight. It was a mixture of infant innocence, wrecking your favorite toy terribly.

"Stop it. Let's not do this anymore."

"No, you can't. Lacey, get your face up and take a good look at that man's face. It would be unusual. Hey."

"Hehe, hehe"

Laughter accidentally leaked out of the mouth of the collector. When the men groaned, they retracted their bodies for a few steps.

"What's wrong with you"

"Yikes, there's nothing. Kuhiko. Mita, Hita, Mochi..."

When Russell waved and signaled, he was forced to bathe in water as cold as ice from his head. My consciousness is so distant.

The zodiac remained a wet mouse, shaking his body fine all the time.

Apparently, the paralysis is gradually disappearing. Instead, the strong pain irritates the figs and the whole body. Looks like the fire that slept in the back of his belly caught fire all at once.

"Why!? Hey, why are you doing such a terrible thing!? What the hell did me and Klander do to you? Hey, answer me! Answer me, Russell!!

"Well said. Betray me..."

Russell's voice. It was filled with accumulated resentment, sounding from the bottom of hell.

I'm talking about betrayal.

"Don't be silly. You said you were expecting me."

"I don't know what that means. Weren't we talking about seeing each other again this year because we're going home?

"Lacey, what a terrible woman you are. I should have told you. I need to talk to you about something important, so I need you to wait until then. You'll see I don't need it. I was going to ask you to marry me. Put that on a geez like this, like you don't know it's any horsebone. Fuck, fuck!

"Russell...... Yeah. I had a rough attitude. I'm sorry, too. But as it was, things have changed. I'm Kland's daughter-in-law. Look, right now, I'm gonna shut you up, so let Klander and I go and get out of town. Listen, you're a good girl."

"Oh, I'm leaving this shitty city. But Lacey will be with you then. You will come with me and have a baby. [M] The two of us, let's go to a land beyond the reach of the official constitution and live. What, you can still do one blacksmith job. A despicable village can make enough money to soak up your family's mouth."

"I don't understand. You, I knew you didn't understand. Come on, let go of Klando. No more, even me, the limit of patience. I'm Klander's wife. The only thing I love is Crand. Russell, what a kicker! The only thing I want to have is a baby from Klund!

Lacey's words of rejection. Russell glanced two or three steps, blue-white, as he further distorted the spasm of the yaked on his face. Was the trick funny? A man beside him showed his white teeth as he did his forehead properly.

"Ha ha! Admiral, you hate me so much!

- Shut up, you cunt.

"Heh?

The man behind Russell. Using the laughing mouth as a starting point, a red curve ran around.

A strangely curved sword held in his right hand. A blade stained with water red glowed demonically.

By the time the man's face was clean, he was cut off in the middle, and a heavy head clogged with his brain fell behind him, making a decoy noise. Pi, pi, pi. Red blood runs out like a waterfall.

Once again, a terrorized scream flowed from Lacey's mouth.

Like, "Who can hold an extra mouth?"

Russell laughed lightly as he waved a sword stained with blood.

"Get out of here, you guys. From now on, the three of us will talk."

"Hey, you're coming!

It's the Admiral's favorite.

"Don't curse. Get out. Whoa."

Without regard for his companions, who were killed instantly, the men left the warehouse as if they had done so.

The door is occupied by a squeaky noise. Lacey grabbed her collar and pushed her down onto the cold floor as she rushed straight to the collector. Lacey falls without a voice.

Russell rested his right leg on her back to her chest and fastened it so that he could not move.

Lacey's expression. Distressed in agony.

"Who can move on their own?"

"Because Klund..."

"If you open your mouth, Klandkrand. I'm sick of this. Hey, Lacey. How can you wake me up? Remind me. Those days we loved each other."

"Russell, you're crazy. That fact is nowhere. And the sword..."

"Oh, you mean this sword? This is a delicacy I found before I was in public service. After you betrayed me, go back to the mansion. I already beat him up, stirred up booze, and snuck into your husband's room. So, I finally borrowed it, but when I hold onto this guy, it makes me feel bigger, and I can forget things I don't like. Oh, I feel good. The seniors were exaggerating about what a devil's sword is, but it's such a superstition. After all, compatibility is in people and swords. Like me and Lacey. Yes, the name of this sword is Murasada. I thought you'd sell it, but somehow, you stick to my arm. Yes, I can't leave. Apart from the will of the individual, etc.... and then things started to work out. What, if you think about it, you can do anything human. You mean the seniors who defied me? I'm gonna stick around, and I'm gonna stick my neck out like a cunt... oh."

"Russell?"

If you think you're in a good mood to talk, Russell snapped obscurely with a bump and a blue-white face as he accidentally held his head in.

Suddenly, I raise my face. Like a dead man, he had a white complexion like paper. My eyes are about to come out and I feel more ugly than usual about the yaked-up cramps. At first glance, it was the shape of a lunatic who could tell he was off track.

"Oh, yeah. I slaughtered and killed my husband and seniors in public service... I can't go back. I can't go back, not there, not here. What do we do, what do we do, what do we do? This, too, Lacey! Because you betrayed me. Ah. What are you gonna do? Whoa. What are you gonna do to me!

"Ahhh!

Russell leaned over Lacey, pulling the dress left and right and chopping it a thousand times.

The bright red fabric is torn, scattered around, and white, rich breasts are thrown out.

"It's beautiful, Lacey"

Out of discomfort, Lacey frowns neatly and still stares straight at the man.

I don't know what went into the bump of the act, but Russell even seemed to have fun, teasing his throat and giggling powerfully.

"Oh, Lacey. I'm hard. Seems to have suffered. Let me comfort you."

"Oh no. Stop, stop, Russell!

Russell buried the convulsive face of the burn on Lacey's breast.

Goddamn it! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!

That's what the collector wanted to scream at, but he can't yell well because the paralysis pills work better all over his body. Even as we do this now, Lacey continues to be subjected to the mausoleum of some unknown de pervert in front of us.

but the restraint that binds the collector was tough inside. Heavy iron chains are not a yawdy substitute that can be broken with human power, not to mention their constant physical strength.

Hmm, and the total mobilization of muscles throughout the body wasn't something we could do about it. Even if I knew, I couldn't help but help myself. The flesh of both arms eats into the iron bondage and raises the sound of the guillotine. Yes, even while he was distressed, Kedamono, on the one hand, was devouring Lacey's ecstasy as he wished.

"I like it, I like it, Lacey. And your beautiful hair. Oh, what a cute scent."

"Stop, please."

Lacey twisted herself and tried to push it away, but Russell didn't let it be slight and repeatedly took a deep breath, rough as a starving wild dog as she buried her nose tip in her long hair.

"Oh, oh. What a nice smell. You're coming inside me. Ooh. Oh, no. It's gonna erupt like this!

"Oh no! Oh no!"

"Here, here. Touch it. Touch it. Because you smell so good. My stuff, it's so, so whoa!

Russell moves back and forth, trying to take Lacey's hand and lead her to her own raised groin.

Lacey resisted it desperately, shaking her hair.

"Oh, no!

"Grip it. Grip it. Whoa! I know it's something you always do to Klund, but ahhh! Grab it!

"Ugh."

Squeeze, the sound of hitting your cheeks flat with your hands rings.

Russell was angry with Lacey, who didn't do what she wanted, and treated her the way she wanted.

"Listen up! Bad! Lacey! Ha! Here's the thing! Here's the thing!

"Ugh."

Lacey's sandy (Sandy Blonde) hair, which has been pushed down, is spreading radially. A lantern placed beside his head brightly illuminates the posture of a beauty laid on a beast.

Whenever Russell was shown crawling around Lacey's body like a spider, his brain boiled with anger.

"Hiroyaki. Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray."

"I'm glad we talked. Don't feel bad here...... Love each other in a different place."

"Klund..."

"It's okay. It's almost dawn, but it's also B's to love each other in the morning. Let's go."

Russell eagles Lacey's hair, forces her to stand, and leaves the warehouse entrance.

Not so long ago, instead, Russell's cautionary stick collapse, which had just disappeared, came all the way inside. The collector, in a quiet manner, explored the situation of the approaching men. That number, five.

"You said kland or something. Bad luck. Oh, my God, I'm gonna let you die here."

"It suits my eyes like this because I'm gonna get my hands on Russell's husband's sketch. mindset."

"I thought you two were familiar and fond of each other."

"I don't know. The windmill put me to bed, and my husband's grudges are bone marrow."

"That's right. Me, turn into my husband. I'm going to add heaven to you."

"Justice is here."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Lacey, Russell adores me, and one or both of the kids will never remember you."

"A woman, aside from whether she likes it or not, is capable of liking the man who conceived Themé."

"Well. Have you noticed? We don't like to make you suffer too much. It's the same crap. I'll make it easier on you."

"Whoa. How generous we are."

"- Right. I don't have much time either. Let's get this over with."

The voice of a young woman who's been interrupting. It was so frizzy that the hearers' liver was cold to the bottom.

"To?"

A man looked back at the lantern with one hand.

At the same time, he made a slight noise with a hiccup, and a dagger that flew in stood profoundly on the man's forehead.

Screaming flows. Shadows like a fierce wind jumped into the closed grain vault.

The throat of the man who was standing on the bar was severely mutilated. The treasurer saw an intermittent tide of blood gushing out of the man's full-blown wound, like a geyser and a geyser.

"Hiya. Murderer no!?

One raises his voice as tall as a woman when he sees his companion brutally murdered. To signal it, the only lantern was destroyed by a thrown flying object, and the world fell into darkness.

The scream of flesh being torn apart and withstanding the pain, the cry, the loud noise of rolling things, sounds constantly.

Fighting didn't last that long.

(What. What the hell happened...)

"Master Klund......!

Soon after the zodiac was delayed in his thought, a familiar woman's voice sounded and the slightest light lit up again.

Pointed long ears showing the Elves in moistened sliced long eyes.

The faithful servant Loulou came to save the imprisoned Lord.

Around, there were scattered remains of chopped, formerly human beings. Most of them were so chopped up that they did not fasten the prototype, all desperate with a crumbling mud doll-like face.

Turning his gaze with the chilla, the man's face, which was rolling nearby, was half-melted with drool, like a crushed persimmon while countless fissures were put in vertically. The slaughter of Loulou, who reached his angry head, turned him like a pomegranate carved into the face of a man. It was a fierce emotional revelation, rarely seen.

Back, cold sweat runs. I turned away immediately. The more Loulou's anger was known.

Loulou, when he quickly untied the collector, hugged him. She turned out to be a good hot tub replacement on her body, not the one with high body temperatures, but locked in an ice-room-like vault for a long time.

"I'm sorry. I was just looking at the desk, oh, this. Terrible."

He was so full of charity that I didn't think he was the same person who did his job like an earlier demon.

The treasurer was cuddled to the chest of the only one who might have Loulou, restoring his spiritual strength.

After all, the driving force behind this man is a woman. At the same time, recover the black lion of the love knife that had been taken.

When the weight returned to his hips, he took a breath somehow.

"Hiccups, hiccups"

"Please wait. Here's the poisoning of the Rocco secret."

Loulou removes the paper wrap from the leather bag on his hips. Then I trumpeted the contents of the water bottle and threw the powder into my mouth.

The collector managed to match her own to her lips, which looked softly at her. Agents mixed with warm liquids are sent in using long tongues. Close your eyes and swallow.

Pretty much, immediate or less than a few minutes later, my body got cuckoo hot, no heart, and my fingertip sensation came back. Ugh, breathe long, thin, and open or close the five fingers of both hands. As you echo, the immortal crest engraved on your chest shines brilliantly. The pain disappeared and I could perceive the thin skin sticking out on all the wounds.

"Something to eat."

"Give me this -!"

Is it Loulou's snack? Sprinkle the offered sugar confectionery in a burr. It's a moody thing, but when I bit it down as much as the amount of fist, I got strength in my belly.

"I'm sorry. Now I think I can do something about it."

"Mr. Klando. I'll take care of the rest. If we take the connection now, we can gather them all by nightfall. Um, a man named Russell, he's too dangerous......!

Loyalty I guess Loulou, on his way, had already come close when the collector was being tortured.

She is impatient as she feeds the tip of her nails and drips blood into her clenched fists.

Loulou didn't come right in to slash him, partly because Lacey was in a dangerous position, but he decided he couldn't resist hitting that Russell alone.

Now, the collector was only confirming that Russell's right hand did not let go of the Devil's Sword, as it was stretched out to Lacey as well.

The man, at the same time as revenge, was inviting the treasurer who laid a miserable woman to sleep.

Loulou, biting his lips, ascended unconsciously to see if it was a habit. Somewhere, with her cold beauty, she'll only look twenty daughters there at this time, too. When I glanced at the collector, I looked down painfully.

That carelessness, was it all?

The collector laughed, showing his ni and teeth as he pounded Louloulou's head.

"No, Lacey's chastity is in danger if we wait for everyone. From now on, it hasn't been that long. We can still make it if we go after him right now. Can you help me?

"Even in lieu of life"

respond forcefully. In his eyes, he was regarded as a strong fighter.

Loulou said Russell had a star ahead of him when he brought Lacey in. This grain store is built on the banks of the river to take advantage of water transport, and there is only one diminutive take-in inn nearby.

While running, the collector was listening to an investigation report that Loulou was asking for.

Half the time, as expected, Russell was threatening no more regular visitors who had gone to the silver carriage pavilion.

And he that had a daughter was slandered, and threatened to offend, and he that had a son was beaten in the face in front of his family so swollen that he remembered his fear; and he that had no gap to follow was made to drink, to strike, to hold, and to turn away with all his hands.

Simply crushing a competitor, in that sense, is strategically bankrupt. Now, Loulou only gave the name of Victoria, the rear shield, and those who were threatened were frightened, he said. Obviously, it was the modus operandi of those unfamiliar with threats, who were unable to treat violence professionally.

but if you only looked at that obsession with Lacey, it was also true that self-indulgent ways of doing things, such as being outrageous about profits or not mind exposing them, had been effective in the short run.

It also turns out that he was Lacey's childhood tame and until he went on such outrages as this one, he was also quite a favored young man by the people around him.

There is no room for circumstantiality, but among the collectors, Russell's fate had already been determined.

Made Lacey cry.

It is an action worthy of death. Besides, the authority in the treasurer remained obscene and impossible to clean up, without having to drive away the male who had his hands on his stuff, to the men's ments.

"Mr. Klando. Right here, sir."

The lonely whorehouse was built on the banks of the river. Is it because the docking labourers bought cheap whores and brought them in and kept spitting out their exuberant sexuality? The building was shattered with a unique cloudy starch in a solidified atmosphere.

Here, I learn so much anger that my beloved wife, Lacey, is likely to be refluxed with blood all over her body when I wonder if she is being put on the agate of kedamonos right now. The collector scratched abusively, feeling a strong itch on his head. He made a noise with the zari, and black dust arose, and fell to the ground. The blood that was stuck in his mouth, cut by the beating, danced like a dandruff. Loulou pulled his face in pain, moving his long ears, upward and downward, perfectly wide.

"Hello."

Oyaji of Inn stuck out a filling ledge as he rambled down the liquor bottle he was stirring up, thinking of the collectors as a couple.

Oyaji's eyes were full of antithesis, like yellow, cloudy, and now hoping for the ruin of the world.

Loulou sounded pointy as he tongued uncomfortably sharply, penetrating the ledger.

"Now a man with a yaked-up convulsion on his face here would have brought in a woman"

"We're sorry about the mess."

"I'm in a hurry. Answer me in three seconds."

"You shouldn't be joking. Dear Elf Lady, These are Jacobe's parents. Go home with that man's brother before he comes out with a frightening ass. Even so, brother. Try catching a much prettier sub, huh? Me too, I know what an elf woman tastes like once, but the whore isn't expensive these days either... NOT!?

Before Oyaji finished the dialogue all right, Loulou was sticking his dagger up against the palm of the hairy snapper that had been placed on the counter.

Often, the sharpened blade slips through the center of the back of the hand and can be sewn into a thick top plate. From the throat of a jerk, a monkey screamed like crazy, all the time.

"Gi... ahhh...!

"While I'm being nice, tell me."

"Ha, ha. Hehe, hiccup, hiccup..."

"Huh? Pronounce it firmly!

"Hitsukuba, no!"

"Right. Took a lot of work, man!

"Ugh!?

Loulou pulled out the knife at the part where Because of the plenty of booze, from the back of the palm of the jerk's hand, a surprising amount of blood poured out, wetting all the way to the floor.

Has he hyperventilated due to intense pain, and Oyaji is hissing and peeling his eyeballs with a strange groan like the wind. I thought it looked painful, as the collector was people-to-person.

"Master Klund, it's upstairs, let's come. - And the store owner. This guy is thankful!

"Aye, fine."

Loulou slammed his fist into the center of Oyaji's face as he clutched it without turning around.

Beautiful straight right dictates on the face.

Oyaji, blowing backwards, clashed his head against the wall and passed out completely.