Dungeon+Harem+Master

"It is only natural that they blame me. Because it's like a so-called self-cleaning action. Yes, that's right. The first thing that has been done well is to be hidden. Because I came to church dressed in clothes. Yeah, I had a home, but the name already belonged to my aunt and her wife.

Essentially, the cost of living has been earned by my brother on a daily basis. I had nothing but to behave like a child without understanding one thing, such as my brother's suffering. Wealthy. Isn't that possible? I never had the money.

But if my brother had, he would have bought me anything. I was wrong. Yeah, well, I was always admonished that a woman's manipulation should only be dedicated to her accompanying partner for the rest of her life.

So I just had to suck at him. I was a child. Besides, there were all these scary grownups around, and I wanted to impress someone. Besides, it's about bullying, but with dressing, underwear, toothbrushes, toothbrushes, and the confectionery I got at the boudoir? Even trivial things were hidden or taken away.

Especially the sweet ones, they were tight. Neither can the bishop treat me with dignity and specialty in front of him who took me by force, nor the other sisters' kezimes.

I, the younger one in the church, adored by the older one who comes to worship. So, sister, you didn't seem to like me too much. I was entrusted with a particularly tight task in my service. But about that, I don't know.

Because I am filthy. I'm dirtier than anyone else, so I want to get a little closer to God's will. I don't hate working. Cleaning and preparing meals. At all, I've never done it, and I've had a hard time. But, uh, I don't hate it. No, I like it, I guess.

I came to this church and realized. I like to serve someone. Bitter and bitter. But someone else said they'd be happy with what I did. This makes my chest feel so warm. This kind of thing, it seems right for you. The more I suffer, the cleaner I feel the dirt in this body gets.

I don't know about the work. At night, it was painful not to let me sleep. But if this is the punishment I have been punished with. I had to take it. But the more obedient I am, the less at the end of the day you will speak to me except at work.

Yeah, not everyone. What is ignored by your sisters in the same room? Lonely and lonely. So, today, they left me for the night soldier's home condolences. I thought I had to go home, so I thought I was rolling. Surrounded by bad people.

But Mr. Klander said he'd help. Oh, I knew you were a god. When I knew that my prayers had been fulfilled, I was already happy and happy. "

Claire's eyes were dazzled by the slightly lit light at the end-of-place boarding house, illuminating demonically.

She continues to speak with a reassuring look as if she were sweet to her lover, sitting down a bit on the knee of the zodiac. Glad to hear it, but in Claire's eyes, there's a coma staring somewhere. The starch continues to emit a deep, sinking but degenerate scent on the surface. No matter how you look at it, no matter who sees it, it's young. Hidden in its infancy, the claw marks of mausoleum are deeply rooted.

"You're dreaming. My dreams when I lost my virginity."

"Claire. You don't have to talk to me"

"It's okay. Because I want you to listen. At that time, I was assembled with the power of a man and forced to scatter virgins, which I could not resist. That, in front of the despicable men, is fully screwed. I can't believe I'm starting to feel it. I couldn't help but get wet. My voice burns deep inside my head and I can't leave. The shock when pierced by that oak is unforgettable. Even though it's an abominable memory. All right? Please don't run away. When I think of that, I can't sleep. That's it, all night. My body lit up like fire. In my dreams, I serve my lords. Do not wrap a cloth around your body. Dressed like none of that, humiliating. But it's painful and serious, and I'm not even supposed to want to remember it again. I can't believe how many times I want that...!

Claire hugs me as I tremble. A collector softly embraces his small, thin shoulder. She peeks straight into the front with her zongly colorful eyes. Come on, I'm distracted.

"The man in my dreams keeps blaming me so that I can be rolled over, crushed from behind like a beast, from the front to a giant. It is also natural that your sister in the Church dislikes strangers like me. I can't even talk to the bishop who took care of me about this, is. But strange. If you're Clando, I feel like you'll accept me for some reason. Hey, don't hate me. About Claire, about Claire like this. Hey, what happened to my body?"

To my mind, Claire has transcribed a man's cloudy desires to the bottom of his soul. Unusual first-time experiences have led to the breakdown of norms and ethics that make humans human. Neither did she realize that the zodiac was looking at Claire with cold eyes, and her voice gradually became feverish and high.

She spoke eloquently of how she served the orc's male roots and in a humiliating manner. No, it's not that long since the lake thief took possession of the Red Phalanx.

Mostly, I could tell it would be her delusion. She is only finally gaining spiritual equilibrium by giving herself a hard workload.

The collector was nothing but a spitting mouth of outfit for Claire. Humans, when under excessive stress, are said to have a larger mouth count, but Claire has come this far without being able to spit out her starved delusions to anyone.

Stop badly, she could go crazy. As she left it, she raised a voice mixed with joy and joy, as she let her body jump frightened, as she was struck by the current, provoking the hearts of an indescribable man. Ugh, oh, it was the same as the welcoming and homogeneous like the whimpering of my daughters-in-law, whom the collectors often hear.

Slightly, a warm one spreads around the leg of the collector. It wasn't just incontinence, but from stickiness and smell, I noticed that she had reached only paranoia, and I glanced at her reflexively.

Ha ha, and Claire, who was exhaling roughly, passed out as she was when she pulled out of her body. I can only be confused by too many anomalies. You can't just throw Claire out like this.

"I just feel better about myself, this guy. I don't know what to do."

We no longer have that much time until dawn. The collector, at the beginning and end of Claire's underwear, tried to hold the toddler and pulled him into bed, instead of a hot tub, decided to go to bed. It's alcohol I drank all over, and my whole body is on a cool fire, but I didn't care about that. I can't do anything about it and I don't want to do it with a keeper who's not even a psychiatrist, such as getting ahead of a brainy slut.

"The holes that matter to each other are yuru. Damn, I'm in trouble."

The thickness and consciousness sink. I didn't dream.

Wow, I woke up with a twinkling young woman's voice. Wow. What's so amazing? Raising his face from the damp blanket, his groin protruding from the disturbed area was pounding heavenly high.

It's the usual. By the way, last night, I didn't let it out after half-high. It was stiff with 30% increase. Like stone, like steel. I can't be stupid.

"Ah. Good morning, Master Klund"

"Good morning."

In front of me, Claire, who covered her body with a perfectly thick robe, stared at this one jiggly. Wow, that was her crush. Naturally. It would only be impossible if I hadn't been up in the morning at this age.

"Mr. Klando. To the innkeeper, I rented a fire and made tea and risotto. If you don't mind."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You fell asleep after all."

"Yes......"

Claire puts the contents of the pot in a cup as she hides her face in the hood. The cheeks were slightly stained with cherry blossoms. Then, after all, it was amazing, I faintly heard the crushing voice, but for now I decided not to. Exactly, I can't get my hands on a kid this age.

"What do you think? Wouldn't that suit your mouth?"

"No. After a lukewarm drink. So just fine. Claire's a good cook."

"No. I'm afraid. In the past, I didn't even think about doing it. Thank you to the Church."

The collector flattened the risotto and cheese, soup and tea breakfast as he sat down on the bed.

Claire, like a child squirrel, just grabbed the bread and cheese.

Neat air flows. There was a unique air that arose between the men and women who cuddled and slept together. Technically, no, but I didn't let go of the pillow.

"I'm sorry about last night. Go to sleep."

"No. I, too, haven't slept well in a long time. This is the first time I've come to this city"

"Hey, don't cry"

"I'm sorry. I'm so happy. Hey, Mr. Klander. You can call me brother only once."

Claire's eyes had a glow that she could tame, unlike last night. For the most part, there is no reason to refuse. Quietly nodding, she jumped in to bury her face in the chest plate. In particular, we heard each other's heartbeats for a while.

"Hey, Mr. Klando. A lot of hard stuff, though. Now, I feel a little more bearable. Also, could we see each other like this?

"Oh, oh..."

Speaking of "non" here, it will crush her to her awkward last hope. Bullying in the dorm is something there is nothing you can do about a collector who is both an outsider and a man.

Later, I decided to talk to Marco, Cordura and Ilse somewhat, and stroked Claire's blonde hair with a ho ho ho.

"There's probably nothing I can do. When you get pinched, wish at the bottom of your heart. Anytime, I'm sure I'll rush."

"If you get clandestine"

Claire laughed strangely at Couscous, shaking her sleeve and imitating her bump.

Apparently, he brought in another concern.

By the way, if the collector gently delivers Claire to the side of the church after this. I was bitten by Cordura waiting for me. It is a tragedy.

After leaving the church, the collector suddenly fell into the unknown disease of home phobia. An unconsciousness about a bright white young man. It is a case of soft stool ejection of force majeure.

"Ya. I don't want to go home. I don't know what I'd do if someone told me I was a leaky bastard or something."

Even though plans for a dungeon attack are imminent, this feeling of instability can lead to unexpected accidents. This is also because, you know, all the white ladybugs are bad.

"He didn't cheat on Al while I was gone."

Paranoia swells. Artemisia has hardly ever been treated as a princess by a man because of her remarkable length. From the collector's point of view, both the long legs as sluggish as the supermodel and the breasts that embodied motherhood itself were only shackles on living for her.

If they poke me there, for example, I wonder if I'll be out there, lightly falling?

That man named Raffaello, well rounded out as training in hand-to-hand martial arts, and when this was this type of thing, his black suspicions swelled when he was trying to reasonably extend it to Cotto, with nasty hands, wandering his hips and chest.

"Aru, Aru like"

Walking down the street in stuffiness, it was poor on the central street. Is the time just terrible, the stall is stretching unevenly along a straight road? A good smell of burning meat and spices gave me an appetite.

"Hey Hokuhoku, meat juju. I'm hungry."

"Hey, there you are. Sir! How about a silver villago specialty Poco Poco bird skewer!

"Wet, I want to eat"

When the collector swallowed the sauce with sauce, he glowed his hungry wolf-like eyes as he watched the crust painted with plenty of sweet and spicy sauce on top of the mince. Gu Jiuru, and the belly bug is ringing.

"One, easy to be five P (pounds)"

"... no. Not enough at all."

Fishing for purse-substituted leather bags, what came out was yarn scraps and a stone spot picked up somewhere, a rare shell for it. By the way, the shells were presented to me by Lucilles and the half-elf children. A man who can't abandon himself with his thoughts, a collector. But seashells don't mean currency.

"Hey. Grandma, now..."

"Oh! No, no, no. The one with no money is not for you. I'm home. I'm home."

"Shidori"

As the collector collapsed into the cobbled streets, he slept beside him with a knee boy. I'm too hungry, I don't have the energy to move. It's a pose that closes in on its shell. Tachi is worse than begging if you try to be a merchant.

"Whoa. You know, you're gonna have trouble falling asleep in there. Whoa."

"Hey too. I will live as part of this path. And in three million years they'll be excavated as fossils..."

"That's just street sickness and death, isn't it!? I won't stop. Disruption of business."

"Ooh, ooh. Sure, something similar happened before."

There was a strangely middle-aged gentleman who shouted in tears at his eyeballs to a treasurer who was shrinking to the sidelines.

I look up softly at the shadows. There was the figure of Ridley Shylock, one of the premier slave traders of the Romles, who was yielding, following the half-thirty companions.

"It's not uncommon to go down at this time. If that's the face you found out about, you can't help but be surprised."

"Give me a break about that already..."

Pordina watched softly from behind as the Lord's Founding Fathers chatted with several extravaganza, including Shylock.

The keeper of the LORD often pops out of the puddle without telling him where he is going. As for this one, I was worried, so I would always ask him where he was going, but when I did, he would always have a seizure. He was a tolerant collector for most things, but somehow he gets angry as if he was on fire when asked where he was going.

When the women in the mansion, including Pordina, started living together, they didn't want to be pryed into it because they were so absurd and playing with women, and they thought they were angry, but that's not the main reason.

No, it also contained a colour component called a woman, but from what I heard fearfully of anger, it was endlessly unpleasant to tell her where she was like a child.

He is an unusual kind of person, both as a lord and as a man. Worried, I have never been out of the castle before, so by the way, I can keep my place if I want to find it, but like last time, I get caught up in strange cases and often feel physically disabled or injured.

Wherever I play with women, hit the beats, fight, I don't even care because I divide it as a man's worth, but sometimes I don't know where I am because I can't be by my side.

If possible, Pordina always wants to lean in with the Zao Man at four or six o'clock. Once upon a time, when he lived in the village of his birth, Pordina's parents lived in constant proximity to each other so much that they blushed even from the side.

One day, if you start having a husband yourself, it's natural to stick around like that. I've lived with that in mind. In reality, defeated by how much inter-tribal, this self, as a compensatory slave, was sold off far beyond his homeland. Pordina is a proud war-wolf.

With combat power, it was possible to escape by poking a gap, even with bare hands alone, but that would break the promise between the tribes. It would therefore tarnish the name of the Bel Bella tribe living in their homeland.

That's all I could do. As an instinct, I want to stay connected.

but that would be the difference between the races between the human race and the sub people that can't be filled.

"We're protecting your husband," Pordina said as she received Kett-Sea's e-mail at her doorstep. Almost, he jumped out dressed up and didn't even notice Victoire and Hannah skipping in front of the gate came after him.

(but glad I ended up worried)

When I arrived at the familiar Shylock mansion, I didn't even have to wonder if this was some kind of trap, but the feeling of thinking of a keeper prevailed.

Upon being escorted into the mansion, large merchants, including the luxuriously known Shylock, were throwing private parties. In short, the Lord's Founding Fathers wanted people to look after themselves to stay in the Shylock mansion for a few days.

About six gentlemen, including the keeper, occupied seats in the rooms filled with luxurious conditioning. They are all Shylock business opponents, just older men. They were all well-known people in legitimate business.

In them and the Zodiac, they are not as old as their grandchildren, but the Zodiac is unraveling with the men. As a servant, he was worried that he would not float, but there seemed to be no problem. Pordina's mood was like a mother worried if my child could tame with her friends.

Shame on you. Shame on you.

"Um, who is this guy..."

Victoire, who only looks like a maid from anywhere, takes his seat properly in the corner and sips tea and more gracefully.

She fits the collar, which is a testament to trafficking slavery, even though it is dummy, and it is normal to be suspicious because the outfit is also the maid herself.

It was hilarious for one of the gentlemen to ear to Shylock and to find out, that she was the daughter of the lord, to change her attitude as if she had returned her palm.

Pordina is neither ignorant nor arrogant. Of all the officially recognized wives of the treasurers, the most noble is this Victoire. Pordina, too, is officially performing the ritual as a wife, so if she was meant to be, she would have to stand up and call herself "Mistress," and serve, but she was unwilling to do so.

"Mr. Klund. You, if you ask me to come and see you, you never come. We met in the city on some edge. We'll have a few days."

"No, no, that's even this way, I mean"

"Ha. A friend of Ridley's is a friend of Non's. I was just tired of the same rash on my face here. From what I hear, you're that infamous adventurer. One rare story, I'd like to hear it."

"Here, Yoran. You're being rude to Mr. Klander."

The sixty overdue, fat old man, called Yoran, smiled with a nostalgic face as he slapped his heartbeat.

"Excuse me. I'm Yoran. Ridley and I have an old relationship. I'm glad you don't like the old man who's so familiar with balls."

"What, it's the same here you're familiar with"

"Nevertheless, what was so hard about going back to your mansion? Is that a woman? Is that a beating?

"No, give me a little crude phase with the crowd. I mean, I leaked it..."

"What! You were sick of that! Never mind. Never mind. I'm young. Anyway, even the one who laughed at you for leaking shit, one of these days he'll start leaking it himself. Curse people, two holes. Hmm? Was this a little different? Anyway, never mind. Never mind. One or two of the shit. It leaks all the time. Every time, I take care of Sarah. of"

"If I ever get a husband again"

Yoran laughed off lavishly when he intimately called upon the slave woman he had refrained from behind.

(Your husband. Shame on you for that, you didn't come back...)

"Klund. You, what's wrong? Are you sure you don't want the doctor to look at you?

Victoire, who was silent, suddenly entered the conversation.

"Shinbashi no Shinbashi no Shinbashi"

"Why are you being a catacotto?"

Victoire puts the cup down and frowns worryingly. Pordina clenched her fist in her heart saying not to steam back the extras and dig back the painful memories of the collector.

Later, trying to break the cage, I squeal my nose down. Two, Sarah and I had eyes for each other, the slave standing behind Yoran. Rarely, she was also a war werewolf (Warewolf), just like Pordina.

Anyway, I'm glad you're okay. Pordina took a slight break, away from the cheerfully noisy collectors, among the servants' refrains. In fact, there was nothing tiring about it, and I wanted to stay close to it, but the man needed to talk to me alone, so I was paid.

During the refrain, the slaves that each merchant had taken were face-to-face.

For once, the banquet seat means that the slaves are served excessive dishes as well. But the women were searching for each other only because of their first encounter.

Private language should naturally be cautious in front of the Lord and we don't even know each other's names. As soon as Pordina entered the room, she was to begin introducing herself with a stream, not from anyone.

The slaves, in turn, named Herka, Amma, Sarah and Pyryo. Of the five, including Pordina, only Pordina and Sarah were sub men. Even though the Warwolves are small in number, they are not necessarily relatives to each other. but it's still where they do the same thing with their ancestors. Sarah's not that far up there, either. The two of them, even their fellow slavers, quickly broke it down.

We chat a lot. She was clouding her words, but apparently sold herself in the form of helping her husband in public service. The Lord is a good old Yoran, but from that fatty smell, I don't think he graduated a woman. Slaves would at least be salvation for not being able to choose the Lord, but not feeling arrogance or people's wickedness.

Sarah crumbled lonely, pounding, that the Lord was a gentle man. Somewhere, a shadowy, shadowy woman.

"Right. Did you say Pordina? Hey, hey, your husband. I wonder what you're doing."

"Your husband is an adventurer."

A woman there called Piruyo, who was not afraid, asked me curiously. For a moment I wondered why I would ask that, but their husbands were mostly older men to treat.

In other words, the age of the collector was a rare youth.

"Mr. Pordina. Your husband is a lot younger. May I ask how old you are?"

herka of glamour beauty asks, emitting a luscious colored fragrance. I didn't have to hide anything in particular, so I responded.

"You'll be 21 years old this year."

"Twenty-one!

"Ugh!

"Meh, you're young!

The women did not remain and the colour rose.

I'm unconscious on a daily basis, but I'm still limited when it comes to ages when I can buy beautiful, young slave women. If you are not a nobleman or a big merchant, you cannot buy up luxury slaves because of Dada or insanity.

At the end of the story, even though I didn't like it, I heard that they were proud of the price they put on them.

The price put on him was basically the last fortress of a woman who had been bought, unrelated to her possessions and honors.

Herka is two million.

Amma is a million and a half.

Sarah is three and a half million.

And Piruyo was four and seven million.

Almost, on average, it was millions of P (pounds) and I just told the story myself, and the value of Piruyo was way out and high.

That should be it, too. She was a super first-rate girl with long hair, besides silver, when she was fourteen and had the highest value.

What is required of a female slave is all manner of courtesy, polished flesh. Sometimes it even required so much knowledge and intelligence that it seemed unnecessary.

On top of that, we also have to mend the chamber technique that thoroughly swings the man. It is absolutely impossible to experience technology that even high-end prostitutes cannot reach while still being virgins, simply through training and effort.

It takes a lot of taste in the path of color.

Furthermore, they must have their birth-name vessels with them. Even women so close to perfection rarely have the talent to reach five million inside.

but Pordina was different from them.

10 million p (pounds).

In Japanese yen, it is 100 million yen.

I don't pay attention to age. For example, if you can compromise until your mid-twenties, if you're as beautiful as a Hollywood actress, it's a world you can buy for tens of thousands. The price of 10 million can only be good for insanity.

"Oh, you, that legendary..."

They were stunned to learn at last year's auction that there were slaves priced rarely to see in the East and West now, rumors of the wind.

"Ha. I was confident. It's so sweet."

"May I call you Sister Pordina"

"Hey, eh. Maybe I could get some hair for the memorial."

"Hehe. Be my guest."

Pordina couldn't keep her cheeks loose, even though she knew it was a fight in the cup.

The Werewolves (Warewolf) are a race that especially likes to rate within her peers, and she couldn't escape this vice either. He wants to know that he's winning better than the others. This was instinctive and the backbone of a genetically inscribed war-wolf tribe (Warewolf).

So naturally the tail swing gets bigger. Tail momentum is an energetic barometer.

Focusing on Pordina in excellent condition, the conversation played. Today, it was a feast raising the Shylock family, and servants and slaves were served behaving liquor. Feeling cheerful, I reach for the cup.

But it was in the furious and wild footsteps of the men who suddenly approached them that they ended the feast.