Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector was caught in an unusual rage as he exhaled his hot breath like fire. If you take care of Follis' shock, your bowels boil back. At the same time, I couldn't help but hate the woman in front of me.

"What. Something's complaining."

"Nothing. It's just that if you're a whore, I wouldn't have a problem buying it."

"Yeah, yeah. Of course."

I am aware that I am talking about unscrupulous things. Liquor-smelling breath. I meant to pretend, but it keeps bothering me. Naturally, my groin rolls hot. I don't even hold a woman I don't even know. Instead, Daisy owes me nothing. A comatose passion burned all over my head in an instant. When I lean over my body, the unique body odor of a sweet woman gives me a nose.

"You can pay later."

"Oh, I don't mind. Shall we go then? Hey, hey -!"

The collector eagled his chest hard as he drew Daisy to his hand exploration in the darkness. She is an amazingly rich breast and her lower abdomen is tight with her fingers slipped quickly. It was a style that I didn't think was very menstrual.

Gradually, thanks to her growing accustomed to the darkness, I could see that she was closing her eyes so hard all the time. He bites his lips hard and is desperately fighting fear.

(What are you doing, me?)

When the passion gets soggy and cold, my head clears up. Releasing his arm, Daisy did not try to hide her fright, but was stiffening herself as she sat down. To the eyes of the treasurer, the color of familiarity that had been there yesterday had completely disappeared, reminding me of a frightened girl somewhere. Something bitter crept up in my stomach.

"You stop imitating crap. First of all, it's impossible for a bastard whore to swallow a late payment of money."

"Huh?

"Besides, I guess I was just rubbing with the whores because you tried to pick up a guest of your own accord. Glad we made it through. Try to get caught badly by the Knights stone heads. He was handed over to a whore's guild and dropped by slaves who would take guests for free until he died."

Daisy stares heartlessly at the well-moving mouth of the zodiac with her pompous mouth open. There, the older colored incense I made, like I made fun of Follis, was peeling off and returning to its original vegetarian firmness.

- There must be something wrong.

To the gentle words of the treasurer, she cried out, interrupting the situation.

As Daisy put it, it was a morning story now. Even today, as usual, as I was preparing to open the store, I heard a knock on the entrance door.

As it happened, Forris came up with something to do and came to see me in the morning, and when I opened the door at one point, I was standing there standing up with my ex-husband, who was supposed to have broken up, with a ghostly blue and white face.

Daisy's husband, Sakarias, was a well-armed left-hand official, but a personality broken man who had no eyes for beating and would not leave any money earned. A woman comes over even if she was born with a big body and excellent appearance and left alone. If I was in trouble with the money, I caught the woman, and I couldn't help but pull her out, and the days went by when Daisy apologized for it.

We didn't fall in love with each other, we're the ones whose parents forced us to decide. Even after the birth of the child, Sakarias' writ of passage never subsided, and at last he invited his relatives to officially divorce him, and Sakarias was framed to be cut off from the clan.

If so, it is no longer necessary for relatives to replace Sakarias' debts. He apparently borrowed money from a rather poor quality muscle, which naturally led him to be chased through the city.

The grudging words at the time of his departure were spectacular, but the area Sakarias borrowed was quite a man of understanding of humanity, and he undertook to never let him tread on the land again against Daisy, who was officially cut off.

Then, Daisy, who became single, borrowed money from her parents, and struggled to make money in a drinker who was not good enough to flatter her, and succeeded in opening up her memorial coffee “Guignole”.

There is a man in front of you who should no longer have been in the past. Sakarias, along with the fratricidal madness, was also an intense DV bastard.

It is reasonable to assume that his reappearance in this city has already liquidated his debts against the surrounding area. Hi, and the groan leaks, and the body starts to cramp hard.

No longer should you have to be afraid if you are an officially broken up companion, but the body, conditioned by your ex-husband, was engraved to the core a few years ago, and you stopped moving with Pickle so that you would defy your will.

As soon as he tried to speak out, Sakarias pressed his jaw against him as he stretched out in a beastly motion, hitting his cheek hard with an empty palm. Intense pain engraved into his cheek like he was struck by an electric fire, and that was all he could no longer resist.

Sakarias, after giving him a taste for a long time, has wandered dignified Daisy's body when he snapped with a faint voice. It was a persistent caress reminiscent of a snake. He was uprooted from his will to resist with fear and confusion and was forced to crawl on all fours on the cold floor.

Sakarias was somehow taking off his gossogoso underwear, but when he found out his stuff was useless, he stood up abominably tongue-in-cheek.

I've been wondering since I walked into the store, but Sakarias' complexion was like a dead man. There is no neat appearance or shadow of how rough life was that made the daughters of the land so noisy.

I mean, man stuff doesn't help. Only chastity was protected, I thought, and I was forced to skirt up, and the chilling cold air wrapped my glutes around me. Then it was the real hell.

Once the blame was over, Sakarias demanded money. I don't need to swallow it, but Daisy, trapped in fear, wanted me to leave, and gave it to her without leaving any money in the store.

At the same time, I told him that there might be more, and only my daughter managed to get him away from the back door to the old couple in the neighborhood who often kept him. Again, in Daisy's head, paralyzed by violence, there was no option to escape, either.

Going back to the store early on, Sakarias was in a good mood for the booze he had brought around his nose because he got the money he was looking for. The underwear is still undressed and the odd pussy is exposed with loss of strength. I don't cure it, but I guess my desires are burning jizzy in the corner of my head.

We cannot resist the violence imprinted on the core of our heads. Daisy stood back to Sakarias' semen treatment tools with promises. I don't even remember humiliation. Thoughts stop and nothing feels boiling. Daisy used her hands and mouth to lead the useless into ejaculation about twice, as ordered.

From then on, time had passed unknowingly. By noon, several regular customers were feeling signs of wandering in front of the store, but while stunned, they eventually disappeared, too. It's not very good in this condition, but I can't open a store or anything.

Last night, I remembered the exchange between Follis and Klund, and I accidentally burst into tears. How come I'm the only one who sees this?

It's a dream. I tried to assume that this was a bad dream, but Daisy was depressed by the deep despair with the pain thrown at her poking reality in front of her all sorts of things.

It was evening at some point, as if I had pushed the clock needle. I haven't spoken one thing in the morning, but I don't feel as if I'm hungry. The semen residue dried and snapped in his mouth, remembering a severe stomach upset and vomiting for a long time in the washroom.

Soon, Sakarias came back with a face like the obvious. There is only one point that it is intended to make. Despair immersed my whole body again.

The willingness to resist asking me to leave didn't even spring fine dust. I'm scared. Those big bodies, those sharp eyes, those beastly body odors. As I thought, there was no money left over that I had just given you in the morning and it was melted in a beating.

As a matter of course, I ask for additional money. but there is no such thing here. When Sakarias went wild, he broke down the store without leaving any conditioning. Daisy couldn't stop or cry, she just sat around blocking both ears.

After a while, Sakarias, who was roughing his breath, left in a rough foothold. Thought this would have left the storm, and Sacharias forced Daisy to wear one of her clothes because she borrowed it from a gold loan.

It was such a lewd, immoral, extreme business woman outfit that everyone could see at a glance.

- All right. You stand on the street wearing this. As much as possible, grab the gold and pull out the rootstock gold by catching a guy who looks like him. Fine. If you say no. I don't care what happens to Temehe's the kid I keep with my neighbors Jijii and Baba.

"That's why. The hookers had ruled out strangers who didn't belong to the Alliance. I don't mind. But why did you behave like that to Forris?"

"I didn't want you to stick with me anymore. A woman like this, she's just getting packed. I'm a lot older than Follis. I have kids. But..."

"Let's go."

"Huh. Where...?

"It's enough to just ask. Not for me. I can see where Forris went. You hide in the right place. Right, let's go to church. If it's awkward, an old man stretched out beneath my nose will tear me apart. My fucking husband won't even be able to get close."

Take Daisy's hand and leave the alley. She obeyed as she obeyed. I guess that's the temperament in the first place. The older attitude was the perfect vanity for her to live alone.

"I found you, you scoundrel."

"That's right, too."

I was about to go out on a slightly wider street, and chatted with a female knight who was chasing me earlier.

"Ooh, just go! I took this place on!

Daisy ran out dressed to be thrust by a collector. The female knight comes stuffed with a slip of foot as she leans forward slightly. Seeing a more clear-cut arrangement than I thought, the keeper was a little dull.

"Why not! Fighting?"

"No, it's a catch! The Knights of the Knights of the Phoenix will take the wild."

"It's time to get tired of drinking. This guy's gonna be a good drunk."

"Whoa, don't let him get away. Don't let him get away. Enclosure. This is a good souvenir story for Kakaa."

"Woman's gonna miss it."

"There's nothing wrong with one of the whores. From what I've seen, you seem to be the culprit of the noise. If you're going to tie me up quietly, you won't have to get hurt."

"Well, I'm going to go into that Shomben pussy shop. I'm not kidding, I refuse."

"I didn't know you knew how cold prison is. You, I saw you as a pretty big guy. I, Castella Castelmanho, belong to the Knights of the Phoenix. For the peace of the city and the peace of the people, there will be no villains left to drive away."

In the name of the female knight, the blurring grew doggedly high. When I was old, seventeen or eight? You mistake being made a good spectacle for being backed up, cheeks were very reddish of excitement.

Castella quickly pulled through both swords, further dropping her hips.

He was just a collector who had insulted you with noble swordsmanship, but he changed his expression when he saw the struggle at the tip of the blade.

Every, every detail, every tip is trembling. The posture and stride were so beautiful and tidy that I admired them.

This is an adversary that must be easy.

"I don't know why I have to seriously interact with someone I don't care about. Worst."

"Hey, you. I have named myself squarely. Even a thief would be about his name! Don't you know the courtesy of fulfillment?"

"No, you'll come get us later when I name you."

"You can't be such a cowardly imitator. This is hypothetical, but if you can break me and break through this enclosure, I will squarely miss you!

"No, don't relinquish your duties..."

"Phew, there is thanksgiving and honesty in guiding me to the enemy. But I can't help it."

- Shit. This guy's a shitty bitch from a different vector than Vee.

"It's Castella. Let me get away with it. I'll get you some tea next time."

"Shut up. Just pull out. Hmm, isn't that your round waist? This is not a legitimate battle."

Castella, as troubled, threw the sword in her right hand towards Po and the collector. The slender rapier twirled around the universe to fit perfectly in the hands of the collector. She is honest enough to be an asshole. It was a gift. I just had a little bit of heart.

"Whether you're an asshole or a stubborn one, I'm just getting lost in the debate. Hey, what's in it for me if I win?

"We can get out of here."

"Hey too. I found out how pointless it is to talk to your system and stain your bones."

"Call me as hard as you can! I'll take everything."

"How long have you been in that relationship? Whoa."

It depends on how ridiculous it is. Maybe Follis is at Daisy's. Because the last place a loser who can no longer stand reality asks for it is supposed to be nothing more than a memory of being happy. Then there's a good chance Daisy's ex-husband is there. And Daisy wouldn't run into church, either, as she said. That store is all she has.

Follis is a magician. Though ferocious, I don't expect to lag behind Gorotsuki. It wasn't Follis who was on the case, but Daisy's husband was murdered by a crisp Follis.

I shouldn't do that. Whatever we are accustomed to the exchange of life, if we do it, whatever the reason, the two of us will be decisively over. Once imprinted, the shade does not disappear. It was a blame that I didn't need to carry in.

Shit. Shit, crush in my stomach. As soon as possible, we have to find Forris and protect him.

Female knight in front of you. It was an intrusive existence. The slender sword in your hand is oddly hard to handle lightly, unlike the usual love knife. Before complaining, Castella came packing the distance at once.

It was faster than I thought. The tread foot is definite and the weight is well put on. It was an easy blow. I put up my sword almost reflexively to prevent it.

A pimply cold blade blurred his cheek and ran a fine thread of blood backwards.

Strong thrust. If it's just stepping in and velocity, don't take a pull to Sizka or Victoire.

Right, left, right.

Carve the steps in detail and continue to deflect.

I don't have time to think about anything else. On the contrary, I can't even grasp the time to fight back.

When the collector roared as hard as a beast, he unleashed a poke at his shoulder. The speed, the timing, the power, which is a very scarce blow.

but Castella has brought Gunn and his body closer together as he punches with a single piece of paper.

Hilarious, sweaty. A wild alarm, felt only by a strong enemy, taught me violently to fly away.

It was a tremendous counterattack. Rapier slashed the right shoulder of the collector diagonally, causing a puff of blood smoke to dance around him. The audience gushed.

The collector, deliberately falling behind his back, crawled on all fours as he rolled, glowing his eyes. Noticing the invitation, Castella exhaled thinly as she stopped chasing her legs.

- This guy's not just a little girl!

"What's the matter, aren't you calling me?

"You're not free, either. There is no one in the Knights of the Phoenix to fight this blow right now. I've been dying to make you name it more and more."

"You're not good with chipmunks."

"Well. Sounds good. You, no, I want to die because of your expertise. Now, let me do my job."

"You suddenly changed your tone."

"That arm is a shame to drop on the unreliable. If I win this battle, shall I serve you as my youngest son? If you're bluffing at a time like this, you probably have plenty of time anyway. Use that technique for the right way."

"- Oh man. Finally, is it time to give that move away? It's a big deal to let them use this."

"Oh. Did you have any secret moves? It has to be, it's not funny. So, all the time - CARRYAH!? What are you thinking? Whoa!

Suddenly, as the collector slipped down his underwear, he exposed his prized ichimotsu to the night. Castella, who felt like a knight and made room, becomes defenseless when yellow screams.

Was that the watershed of this battle? The collector, in a rather difficult position to move, rushes towards Castella. Castella who got me back. Swing your sword up and move to interception.

but here again the zodiac, she went into unexpected behavior. And he unleashed upon her the sword that was in his hand. I didn't just throw it for the spike, I let it go without force.

Castella waved Rapier reflexively, shooting down the flying sword. The collector penetrated towards Castella's lower body almost in a forward rotating fashion.

"Knock."

As she jumped quickly, she pointed the blade at the treasurer rolling at her feet. At the same time, the collector threw it into space when he removed the jacket that was wrapped around him.

In the moment of the moment, the two bodies make slight contact.

"I won -"

A collector with a knee was still finishing his move behind Castella while exposing his lower body.

"What, uh, yeah?

Ren royally stood, the collector poked at Castella with a lowly look at what was gripped inside his poked up right arm.

- What was gripped in its palm were light-water-colored shorts.

And string bread.

The spectators who perceived the situation applaud all the cracks. Castella was too ashamed, and crouched locally in a girl's seat, her eyes wept as she pampered her mouth.

The collector, unlike Castella, was stripping his shorts with amazing divinity. This was also fortunate that she wore short skirts indefensibly.

"Kisamaki sama. What an insult. I'll kill you. I'll kill you, I won't let you loose. I won't let you loose, I'll never -"

"Phew. From now on, you'll even keep it on your chastity belt at night, kitten. My name is Alexei, an adventurer who cries and shuts up. Even the president punched me and showed me. Ah! But don't give me a break to tick the guild."

"Ah, Alexei. You're the one from that Etria? Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Absolutely, I'll protest the union. Ugh!

The treasurer was swallowed by the waves of the crowd, waving at Castella, crying.

(Please, if you run into a motherfucker, don't bump me, Follis!

Running, I thought. That boy is the type who accumulates all things within himself. The opposing Daisy is a long time sneak, so much engraved into her ex-husband's memory of violence that she would be the type to stop thinking as a time. If, even if the three of them come across, and then Daisy shows a bare gesture that covers her husband, Forris, who is losing degrees, threatens to collapse.

That is, it extends to the act of erasing all the objects that appear in front of you.

- It's eaten by fire.

I remember the story Dorothea once told me. Spirit magic, he said, has the properties of communicating with spirits biased in the atmosphere and borrowing their mana to manifest the art. Attributes, in a sense, represent the human spirituality that uses them, and those who are born with fire attributes tend to be flushed by particularly strong emotions, he said.

Being eaten by fire means being pushed away by the emotions on the spot, eroded by the Spirit to the soul and put into a state of oblivion. Compared to water and soil, the Spirit of Fire tends to be partial to destruction.

"Don't hurry up, Follis!

I ran through the city at night. Faster than this. My whole body gets wet like I put water on it with sweat. My coat on my shoulder pulled my tail and it was loose.

Shortly afterwards, upon arrival at Daisy's shop, Guignole, there awaited a tragic sight as I had been told.

A big man is beating Forris up.

The difference was about as historical as adults and children.

There is a blunt noise of beating meat violently until the location of the keeper who is away. A few drunkards pass the scene early, not without a glimpse. Woman screaming and man cursing. It's not unusual in this city.

Daisy's ex-husband, Sakarias, has a thick palm like a glove to contemplate the side of Forris.

I tried to stop it, but for a moment, I hesitated. That beating is like being an amateur. Follis, though young, is a historical adventurer. The exchange of life is a daily tea meal.

Sakarias' act, which he assumes to be intimidating by using his physique, seemed like a child's play to the collector.

That would be the same for Follis. Compared to the attack you get from a monster in a dungeon, that's just the extent to which the spring breeze stroked your cheek, such as the beating of a man who prides himself on his strength.

Only a wave of hands dont get louder about whether such a boy is no longer confined to showing fright in his attacks.

Sorry, brother. That kind of mon just seems like a booze pastime to us.

Follis is bleeding out of his nose, but he stands in an attitude he can't imagine anything like that. Sakarias, who was supposed to be hitting him, looked more like a kid pinching his waste.

Little giant.

When Forris took a step forward, Sacharias shrunk himself, as a frightened virgin, even though he had not yet been touched with one finger.

I guess that seems different from Daisy's point of view again. She is half frenzied and grabbed by the cuffs of Forris. The collector slowly walks over to the back of Sakarias as if he didn't notice this one. Exactly. I guess Follis was just noticing. I frowned at the wind that I would be fine.

"Did you feel it? If you feel better, don't come here anymore. Forever."

"Are you kidding me?! You are. Aah!

Sakarias tries to grab and lift Follis' collar while he is sharply elevated, but does not use any secret technique to make it as slight as a root has grown on his leg. The color of fear is dark in Sakarias' eyes. I guess he's just beginning to feel instinctual danger to a little sorcerer who's never been in a fight back and yet doesn't change his expression.

"I'm not kidding. From now on, she won't give you a piece of copper coin."

"Follis."

"I won't let this store sell either. This store is her dream."

"Ugh. This kid! You're fucking with people's wives. Yeah."

As Sakarias pulled the knife out of his waist, he shook it up toward heaven.

Whatever it is, it's too creepy for more than that. Sakarias', my life.

That's it, motherfucker.

The collector hit the back of Sakarias hard in the head as he combined his hands.

Kin, and the blunt sound, and the big man flirts with you.

"And, Temehe. What are you..."

"Hmm. You're so tough. It is!"

Iron Fist burst and roared, cracking the atmosphere.

It is a blow that causes even orcs to faint. Caveman's fist. As he plunged into the middle of Sakarias' face, he smashed his nasal cartilage into pieces. At the same time, turn around behind your back and turn your arms around your throat and neck. Bare tight. This, once perfectly decided, is impossible to remove first.

"Mmm!"

As he swelled his strength into his arms with full force, Sakarias unconsciously incontinent as he vomited his white blubber.

Daisy rushes over to the scratchy Forris. I was frightened in the shadow of the building, Daisy's daughter Rosa cried out as if it had caught fire.

"Why, so far. You have to endure."

"Yes."

"... that's right. Follis, you could have done something with magic."

"Mr. Klund. And Mr. Daisy. That, I thought, would be different. But..."

"But! What!

"I'm glad Mr. Daisy didn't get hit any more. If I'm going to get hit instead, there's nothing I can do."

"Why? Why, you're so sweet. I'm a cowardly, weak, terrible liar and selfish woman. 'Cause earlier, Forlis tried to hate me, and I said something terrible on purpose. I ran away from myself! From you! Because I was afraid you wouldn't like me! Besides, I did something very, very unacceptable to that man. Even in this store..."

"Yes, I forgive you"

"Huh..."

"So forgive me, too. Even for a moment, I doubted you about me."

"Forris......"

"Mr. Klund's wife was there. Loving is believing, he said. We are weak and stupid. Always wrong. But I still believe we can start over. So let's start over again. Me, Daisy, and Rosa."

Did you understand that they called your name? Rosa clinging to Follis' feet crying, Daisy jumped into the man's chest.

- Pretty good, huh? It's better this way to be taught how to dictate a woman.

The zodiac saw a big man stretching long on a cold stone, and now he was just a little worried about what to do with the aftermath.

"Prisoners sent from all over this spring, fatigued and frozen to death without remaining in the great cold wave from the fold," the Romeless National Farm Export's record for one thousand and forty-nine years states. No one knows what follows Sakarias.