Dungeon+Harem+Master

Ku Oh, and let the wild dog thrust his body muscles wide enough to make a stretch, and the collector finally crawled out of the swamp of his dreams. In my ear, I hear fluffy, sweet ceiling music plated.

When I opened my eyes with the gills and bones all over my body, Pordina, my beloved wife in dog ear slavery, was closing her face, dressed neatly with maid clothes on her pillow.

Black-eyed eyes glow with moisture and moisture. Were you sniffing with Humphung? When she realizes the zodiac's awakening, she behaves as if she had taken a sassy distance and nothing.

Pordina sometimes presses her face against the garment of the keeper when she realizes if she has a slight tendency to smell fetish. Do you think he hasn't found out? Kind of cute.

"Master, are you awake?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

A strange exhalation similar to the temper blew naturally up from the bottom of his belly. Even myself, I know exactly how alcoholic it smells, and I just get a little embarrassed.

The collector, still twenty there youth, was somewhat embarrassed to be confronted with the awful side of sleeping.

Pordina lets her cheeks loosen elegantly with her fingers on her mouth. It was a rare one-shot that didn't break my expression much in front of others. Kick the blanket and land on a carpet with long hairy feet. Pordina praised the Lord for his actions by slapping his pussy and hands.

"Your husband. I'm very sorry to wake you up, but I can see you."

"Huh. Who?"

"Young magicians. Forlis, name it."

"Whoa! You just got here. Nice, nice. This kind of thing. Well, I don't know how to handle it. I can't keep you waiting."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, wash your face and brush your teeth with the water you let Pordina carry. Most of all, it is Pordina's job to do it in practice, as an obedient servant.

As the collector closes his eyes like a child, his fingers, like white fish dipped in warm water and soap, gently wash and clean his face.

Even brushing my teeth is at Pordina's disposal. The collector should leave himself sitting jizzily like a toddler. He doesn't realize it himself, but this was a pseudo-maternal and child act.

Asked the women for the affection of their mother, who was not fulfilled as a child, and they gave it to the collector.

The keeper, who remains defenseless, is pulling and releasing Pordina's apron at his fingertips with some sweet trick.

Is that what stimulates her maternal instincts to cum? It was a win-win relationship with each other.

Zao Man, I want to be sweet = Pordina, I want to take care of baking. It's a remarkable world of closed snoring, but it wasn't about how others did this.

"I'm done brushing my teeth"

"Really?"

"Yes, it's still perfect today"

Well, check it out.

"Whatever you say. Hmm."

As the collector drew Pordina's thin jaw, he sucked it on his lips with a lowered face.

I pounded my tongue in, sounding the cum, licking my plump lips around.

Passionate kissing is close to foreplay. Especially, the keeper liked to kiss. Pordina, too, at first only stretched her tongue with a nasty one, but the motion eventually became bold.

The collector shook his body, hissing, whenever Pordina's tongue moved to lick his teeth.

Reflectively, eagle the swell wrapped in the apron in front of you. A massive breast pushes her fingers back with more elasticity. Occasionally, a leaking voice made an important part of the man unwittingly stiff.

All the while, when I finished exchanging some saliva, the keeper ended the kiss. Pordina in front of me was a tremendous troll face, whether she was completely up to it. It is trotlo like pudding with hot water. Black gem-like eyes were craving things, and dog ears were falling behind Petan.

Rub and let go, squeezing your breasts. Pordina collapsed, exhaling roughly, trying to poke both knees on the carpet.

"What do you say? Are you sure?"

"Ha, yes. Oh, well, Kakuno, whoa. Your husband. Well..."

All right, I'll see you later.

When Pordina clouded her eyebrows like she was hung up, she said cum.

Well, how long have you been cumming, and the story doesn't start. The collector left the room when he caught his wall-mounted coat on his shoulder. When Follis enters between the refrains being passed through, he is rigid without any movement, as the men and women across the street were frozen.

"What do you mean, a good adult glittered in the morning and got cancer? Ugh. Follis, you've been visiting a lot. You're welcome."

"Kukukuk, Mr. Krund."

"It's often this late, not at all. Mr. Follis. My pumpkin bastard - my husband has arrived, so I will take my seat off at this."

"Ah, ah, ah. Guys."

Rudge walked out of the room with his long legs sliced into small pieces as he glanced sideways at the collector.

"Hmm. Somewhat crunchy. Totally."

"Well, did your wife do anything rude to me?"

"No. I haven't been adoring her lately, so she's stubborn. He's been chasing my ass around all the time. Hehe. When the colored man becomes, he's an outgoing tree monkey."

'Cause I hear you.

Turning back as a gyao, Rudge looks scared with the door narrowed open. Huh, and as the soles of her shoes rang the floor, the collector jumped out of the chair and responded with an upright immobility.

"Ah. I'm sorry, it's a lie. It's all about me. It's my scratch. Don't bully me later."

"It depends on your mood whether you bully me or not. I'll make you hate organizing your library later."

The collector, with a gestured face, struck his forehead at the table when he returned. The library built by improving one of the mansions brought in by Rudge is loaded with distracting portions. The collector, who can't even read the letters to Locke, hated being helped to make this inventory to death.

"Hey, Rudge. Call Pordina."

"That's between refraining. I'm giving the dining room support now."

"Fine, that's such a big place. It's the two of us today, not here."

"No more. You have no choice."

Make sure Rudge's signs disappear from the shadow of the door and breathe heavily. Always, being watched can't be relaxing.

"Let me see what I can do. I'm sorry, Rudge and I left each other alone. He's heartless."

"Yeah, yeah. That's not true."

"Well. Evil has left. Calm down, guys. Let's have a drink."

"Are you drinking in the morning?"

"Kid, can I have some tea? Hey, Pordina."

Yes, your husband.

Dog ear maids appeared as they stained out of the shadow of the door. Without a footstep, and in a rinsed, sneaky, overly natural motion, Forris opened her eyeballs and let her lips faint.

"Liquor. Hurry up."

"Yes, sir."

"No, you were drunk and not properly thankful. Thank God."

"Yes, no"

And the keeper of Shiraf was a man seated inside. After a series of really crappy lower stories, often, while we were cheering, Follis' solidity also fell out, and the stuttering disappeared.

"But let me tell you something. What are you doing?... Shh"

"What's up, man? Look at people's faces. Like buckets of stuff."

There was a figure of Victoire putting a whole array of tea utensils in a basin and only a face on it. Dressed in pasty attire, the twisted and protruding breasts are still in shape today. Follis rounded his back, as if he had been barometrically pressured by Victoire's beauty.

"Why not? This isn't booze."

"It's obvious. It's not as sweet as you drank from the height of the sun."

"Por is."

"I'm letting Hannah restrain me. Damn, yesterday was yesterday in the morning, reception in the morning, etc. Too bad for my body. I won't let you live such a self-depraved life while my eyes are black."

"Ugh. What, this smell. Stop molesting me. I have customers."

And the treasurer leaned his nose against the cup, and his face was distorted. It smells nasty like a stewed sole. Victoire was distracting himself from that liquid, which had boiled down in drools, as he hid his face with a handkerchief.

"What the hell. I think I boiled your Guero."

"Don't say it's creepy. This is herbal tea. You've been having a bad stomach lately. Sometimes, I feel like I'm throwing up. Don't make me worry too much."

"Huh. Okay, I get it."

The collector whispered to Forris softly, looking away at Victoire's back as he let his little nose snort with his bitter face.

"... let's roll it out to the city when we run out of time. Heh heh. I know a good place."

"Huh."

"Because I can barely hear you. And go somewhere pretty! You'll find out soon enough. If you do that, I won't let you in when you get home."

Victoire tided his face and screamed with eyes that looked at his parents' enemies. Follis, freaking out and falling out of the chair, tangled his legs in his own robe and hit his face obliquely against the floor.

"Hiya. Shh, subi, eh. That's my house here, isn't it?

"It doesn't matter."

Batang, he made a noise, and the door was shut. When the collector rushed and grabbed and turned the rushing door knob, a guttering locking was taking place at a divine speed.

"Seriously. I'm under house arrest on my own."

"Yeah!?

The lord of the house is locked up for each guest. It was unprecedented. I had no choice but to refer to a board game originating in Romles called Army Boards.

Army Boards are games of occupying enemy positions using six different groups of soldiers: "Kings," “Generals," “Staff," “Brave Men," “Cavalry," “Infantry," etc. It is a play very similar to chess, but the difference in rules is, is the part where the soldier species taken can be incorporated into their own army and used again? There's no other entertainment, no way to kill time.

Once again, as I repeat what was taken, time passes as I look around.

"It's almost lunchtime."

"Yeah, yeah. You're hungry."

"... more or less what did I do? Because I'm a frog, and I don't like it. Oh, you're getting angry."

It's mealtime.

chick, and Victoire comes into the room devoting a basin, along with the sound of the lock opening.

"Shit. Look at the flight to freedom."

As the collector rushed out abruptly, he slid through Victoire's side, carrying lunch with his hands blocked, jumping across the door.

"Oh, brave man. You shouldn't have left it in your room."

"Hmm!?

With his voice, his arm turned loosely to his throat. The collector was unable to move on the spot when he was able to determine his arm and shoulder joints at an almost magical speed.

Little Hannah's right arm goes around her throat from behind, and at the same time, she uses her left arm to sharpen the zodiac's left shoulder.

Hannah keeps tightening as she clutches gutteringly between the collector's throat and shoulders through her arms.

In this way, the treasurer must be consolidated and suffer like a feathered hen.

It was a brilliant chicken wing face rock.

"Meh, meh. Yes."

"Ku, yup. Fuck off. You're a Tiger Mask."

"Hannah doesn't understand what the brave man is saying."

"Hmm. Because I try to get away with poking people's gaps. With the help of a beautiful woman like us... she's unhappy."

"Ah. Lady, I'm ashamed to go on my own - Then I wish I didn't have to."

"Shut up. Anyway, no going out for a while. That's what we decided at the round table."

Victoire let go of his anger as he snapped the basin with a knee kick. Hannah puts her hand on her cheek like she's in trouble. They scattered around while the wreckage was being seen.

"Oh, tyranny."

Thus, the only chance of escape was to be hindered.

"but I'm not the one who gives up on that"

The collector looked around when he made a finger whistle and blew it. Somewhere frightened compared to grandiose and good, it was enough to make Follis feel familiar.

After a few moments, a square lid opens up from the ceiling and the rope ladder comes down. Out of the darkness, my long ears are moving. Someone is guiding us.

"This way, Mr. Klander."

"Uhm. That's a brilliant handout. We come out often, ask for shadow men."

"Yes, I understand"

I could see that Follis behind me took a few steps back while rubbing the carpet. That too should have changed the voice of the woman who had so far answered to something entirely homogeneous with the collector. This is because the collector

It is a voice imitation technique used by a female elf named Loulou, who uses it heavily.

Nevertheless, if you ask nearby, you'll know the difference right away, but if you cross the wall door, you'll be able to buy some time.

"All right, for now, we'll leave after lunch. What, don't worry about it. I know as many stores as I want to drink in the daytime."

Anyway, he was a passionate man when it came to drinking.

And the scene will finally move into the city.

No one expected us to have even a way out, and the collectors were finally able to escape the mansion. And if so, I will only drink it as painfully as I wish.

Basically, the way the keeper drinks is dirty. As assholes often do, pointing to the menu table, "From here to here," he does it in such a way that he chooses the whole product and vacates it from one end.

When I got drunk, I wanted to get tangled up with a woman, and I went straight to a store like that, and it was common for me to get the contents of my wallet covered in good shape.

But this time, Forris was not fit for the luxury of appearance and was a middle-aged alcoholic.

Although it is said that many people of white descent were better at alcohol decomposition than Orientalists, Follis was closer to monkeys. I kept drinking from day to day, and by night, even the keeper of that was velvety.

Almost ten hours have already passed. Follis was also a good man with a good grip inside.

I guess I felt good and drunk. Stroll along the wooded streets of the drinking district with a thousand feet. Follis lent his shoulder to the beneficial keeper and stood by him.

"- That's why. Whatever you do, be gentle. It's a big mistake to think a woman will fall in love. Sometimes it's okay, sometimes. Don't tame a woman to kindness. You see?"

"Ha."

"Ooh, virgin Follis. How long have you known Daisy?"

"Right. Is it time for a year or so"

"Kah. What the hell!? Why don't you just fuck me? You long bastard."

"Ya, slightly, jerking off is such a sudden hurdle high. I haven't even told you how I feel yet."

"Oh no. It's Follis Boy. Even if the bastard is a jerk, he just feels wary. You're just blind, and you don't give a shit. Even if you keep holding your brother's character, he'll just cut you off from the sidelines before you know it. Hmm. She's still free."

"Yeah. Eh. Oh, really?

"Or so. Otherwise, would you let a familiar guest through the house in the middle of the night? A woman who's even a kid is more cunning than you think."

"Dede, Mr. Daisy can't be like that."

"No. That's right. Oh, my God, you seem to be close to Daisy's kid. If you're ready to take care of the chicken and the kid. All you have to do is push it down and pack it up."

"Pa, paco!? Oh, you! I don't know what to do."

"Shut up! What if it's too late while you're doing this? Either way, there's no way such a good woman could be single. All right, I'm going to go to Guignole. I'll make sure your brother sees and sees if you can merge with Kitin."

"Oh, well, such a silly imitation. Let's at least confess..."

"Ugh. Yuku, let's go. Damn, I might be screwing other bastards when I go to the store."

"Give me a break."

Follis' body in front of him was stiff as he was walking relying on a hint of street light.

"Huh. What's the matter? Did you even find a good woman..."

The vision of the collector was a pretty good one for the modern man. Most of all, the accuracy of whether the scenery appeared somewhat cloudy because of alcohol had fallen somewhat. Ahead of the gaze of stoned Forris. Several hookers were stopping by and sprinkling their xels.

Around here, off the center of Silver Villago, it's not a safe place to flatter. In the first place, liquor and women are friends that cannot be cut off. It is instinct for a man to want to pull out one shot if alcohol turns to his body.

In particular, they stood on the street belonged to a city approved whore's guild and were not particularly illegal.

Seeing, several hookers are hurting one in unison. I don't know in the dark, but the sanctioned landscape, which is torn through my dress and kicked up like a dog colo, wasn't even a rare sight for humans used to the city separately at night.

The drunkards are being driven away by rough whores who are definitely trying to whistle and peek into the sanction. It was the extreme of the wild as a traveler to see a scene like this giddy. I am aware of that as well as the drunken collector. I pulled Forris's sleeve and encouraged him to leave.

"Hey. Don't look at that crap. Man down. It may be unusual for you, but leave it to the woman. Hurry up and change the river bank. Oh, hey, wait a minute!

Follis, trembling like a puffy newborn deer, suddenly popped up. Without even hearing the stopping voice of the collector, interrupting into the commotion, he pulled out the woman who was being kicked.

"What the hell is Temei! You're kidding me! What kind of tree is that? I'm out of my balls, you son of a bitch."

"You're not making an extra mess, you wolf."

As the collector listened to the whores' golden cuts, from across the street, about five good men popped up in pieces and gatai. All of them would be around whore's ass. He has a thick stick in his hand and is about to beat to death.

Shit, I can't do this with a helper knife. As soon as I thought so, a bunch of shadows came into my eyes as I blew the siren violently, breaking the dark night and rattling my armor.

Flying a squad flag that followed the phoenix, let the anger slip, and a group of giants whose orcs were also blurred were the Knights of the Phoenix responsible for policing the city.

"Shit. Again, he's got a nerve in his neck."

It's not hard to imagine how breathless surveillance eyes would shine from my daughters-in-law this time if I ate the entanglement and got caught.

Anyway, whores rubbing each other, I don't know, other than if they took a customer.

When the collector led him through the totals, he ran out, loosening his purse strings.

"Whoa, hey! You poor bastards, I feel good today, so I'm gonna throw away some money! The ones I want tend to be quick. Pick it up! Pick it up!

"What?"

"Money?"

"Spread the money!?

The drunkards and the whores who were trying to escape paid attention to the collectors at the same time. In a few stores, he rarely beat half a dozen beats and won big, only to be about to roll into a whorehouse, the money thrown was luxurious.

The collector screamed in tears, throwing a bag full of copper coins to the side where the whores were dumpling. The whispers and screams grew bitter, and all the needy men came to kill with an untimely good fortune.

This made the people who were trying to flee and the knights who were trying to stop it all the best, and the confusion became rampant.

"What are you confused about? We're not running!

The collector, urging Forris and the whore, ran out in the lead. but not one of the Knights of Phoenix or the one with the bones.

"Wait! Are you the Lord of this commotion? We're gonna get him tied up for urban disturbance! Magically on the rope."

"Damn. A good one gets nasty."

From his voice, he knew it was a young woman.

When I looked behind my back with chillies, I was a young knight with rarely berry shorts of hair.

On his right ear, he has earrings that mimic water droplets.

He was a catcher of momentum, with a luminous phoenix crest carved on his chest.

She packs the distance from Gungung with great momentum. If he is one of the collectors, he will manage to escape, but it will also be a matter of time before he is caught on the feet of Follis and the whore.

The zodiac thought with a drunken head. This is the nicest, coolest professional knight I've ever been chasing in the absolute spirit of the law. "Look at me, look at me, look at me." A self-reliant professional knight. Don't let a damned fool strap you into captivity, and even a daughter-in-law who waits at home for you because of it.

I have an extremely evil thought about slashing him and decimating that he didn't have anything. Buzz comes up from around his stomach. When I laid my hands on my hips, I realized that I had forgotten my sword to the mansion and pretended to be calm even though no one had noticed.

I can't breathe because I drink and run from lumps. One belly hurts like hell. Something hot spills off my ass hole with a loose fart and it's disgusting. So the discomfort reached its peak.

"Wait, you scoundrels. Don't think you can get away from me."

A knight woman coming after me. Lori's slightly proud sweet voice unusually crippled her when she was convinced that her legs were dull.

The collector turned too far back, turned around, teased Lariato and rolled him behind his back, forcing him to tear his clothes apart and stick his cheeks to his heart's content.

"Temei is my meat slave from today on. All right, don't make a mistake, Knight Zura. See, you fucking asshole?"

"Heh, heh. Forgive me, my lord. Ahhh."

"When I figure it out, you're gonna get naked and lick my ass hole till it's called Yoshi. Until you get a wrinkle. Don't forget to move your hands in the middle of it! If you skip a bit, pull out your teeth and donate them to the municipal toilet as a plucked shab slave!

"Forgive me for that. Yes."

And so on, I fantasized about a fantasy that would thoroughly teach, but I still felt unrealistic and took it down with the thought of a severance.

Escaping into a narrow alley, he went out to a place where one side was a shoboi waterway. Pulling Forris and the woman into the shadows, she lifted up a large stone and threw it in, slightly in front of the female knight reaching. Dobon, and one huge water sound.

"Mm-hmm. Did you run that way! What a bad forelife."

The female knight moves towards the sounding compartment. The sound of running across the water with Dobodobo turns away. When I made sure the chaser disappeared in the direction the day after, the collector giggled alone.

"This is the technique of Neruchi Ninja Mizuki. Hey, Forris. All right, turn out the lights."

I felt signs of the two coming out of the shade of silence rolling. When Follis expressed the flame at his fingertips with sorcery, he finally looked directly at the woman's face there and was stunned.

"Mr. Daisy. Why are you doing this? Oh, yeah. This is some mistake"

"No, it's not a mistake. Follis. And Klund."

"Oh, no, that's such a lie. Ahh."

"Thanks for your help. Saya. Because I have work ahead of me. Can we go now?"

"Work. No, you can't! There's something wrong with this."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Let go. Um, but I can't stand on the street like this. No, I'm not ashamed of anything. Just because it's cold at night. Hey, Forlis-kun's robe, can I borrow it till tomorrow morning? If I catch a cold, I'll sell it to the store."

"Why, I can't believe Mr. Daisy is a whore impersonator. Here, this must be a profound situation -"

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with that. If you say so, I miss sleeping alone, too. So this is how I stood at night in Tsuji. I'm sorry. You don't know what it's like to be a virgin, Forlis. Ah. I drink a lot of liquor. Klund, too. I would have done that yesterday, but you won't punish me. Meh."

"Stop, stop. That's a lie. That's why Mr. Daisy did it."

"I'm not lying. Forlis-kun is so persistent. Also, I'm sick of it. Hey, Kland-kun. Send him up to his apartment. Nights are short. I want to have fun, too. Or, right now, could Follis and Klund entertain us here?

Daisy laughed lusciously as she crept, sparingly showing off the abundant breasts that were beneath her torn dress. The white, muted flesh, illuminated by the flames, shines glossy. Follis ran away on the spot as he screamed violently with his head in his arms.

At the same time, the flames that had been witchcrafted were extinguished, and the silence filled the scene. With his waking and cutting head, the collector sniffed off the lewd body odor emitted by a chunk of young meat, which he no longer made slight, and shuddered his shoulders, fumbling.