Dungeon+Harem+Master

Raffaello Prysell, I have to elaborate on a man named

He was born in an unnamed countryside near Wangdu. The house, although rich to the extent that hairs grew in the manor, barely fell within the category of lower nobility at first.

Many brothers and sisters, and he was a son whose father had given birth to his youngest daughter after fifty. Although my real mother was my youngest daughter, she looked remarkably superior. I was born with a clarity that I would believe even if your lady were to say that she was imitating the figure of a peasant woman in play. My father could say that he drowned Raffaello's mother, and that neither his strange and bellyful brothers and sisters despised him as if he had lived a happy boyhood at first.

He had a childhood friend. Her name was Yuliane, the daughter of the last of the small nobles, who had an extraordinary beauty no less than Raffaello, but was born blind,.

Yuliane was a girl with a tender heart and love of grass and flowers, and Raffaello found the joy of her life in being always happy when she was with her, and when she only grew up, she dreamed of welcoming her as her wife.

It was in the spring of his age when he turned ten that the turn of life began.

And the house of Yuliane set fire. The fact was the untimely end of the fire by the family, but the deepening, swollen flames involving the surrounding houses, which folded strong winds, did not know to stay in momentum, licked and licked all things up. The damage was immense. To compensate, Yuliane's house let go of his grandfather's traditional fields and left his hometown with his heavily wounded parents.

- One day, I'll be a fine man and pick you up.

On the day of the farewell, Raffaello told the travelling Julianne, but with the look of her giving up everything, she just laughed lonely.

From this day began the days of painstaking and practicing Raffaello's self. We must surely deliver our beloved Yuliane from the vortex of despair. As worried as my parents brothers and sisters were, I punched into academia and martial arts. Originally large, Raffaello, with each passing day, was continuing to grow and growing beautifully as her belly sisters were indulgent.

Reunited with Yuliane was the summer day when five years had passed since she left her homeland. From what I hear about the wind rumors, I knew that I had moved somewhere in the Wang capital where my relatives are, but I can't even feel free to look for them while I'm being fed. Again, the beauty of Yuliane I met was like a fairy and Raffaello's feelings were disturbed by turmoil.

She was acting with one priest. Being a blind person, she was trained as a healer, saw the gaps in helping the priest work, went into the wild mountains and picked herbs, and, like the former sin destruction, gave free medicine to the poor in her hometown.

The feeling of thinking of Raffaello's girlfriend grew stronger every day. but being honest, he couldn't think of a fight that wouldn't pass the intermediary, and he was always careful not to expose his fingers to the public, only to the extra person when meeting with her. He was, until this time, a devout Romulan who was not ashamed to put him out anywhere.

He is fifteen years old with a young, healthy flesh. There's no way you can't be greedy about one older, smelly Yuliane's slightly developed breasts or the richness of your glutes that you show when you're about to rise from the grass. The next day he met her, Raffaello was bound to soil the sheets of the bed and strongly ashamed of his lack of moderation. In Romles, ejaculation without pregnancy was considered a sin, because masturbation and dream sperm were strongly admonished.

Raffaello, shamelessly, asked his eldest brother to broker his marriage to Yuliane. Though my brothers, my youngest son Raffaello and my eldest brother are thirty different years old.

This brother was drowning his brother, the same age as his own son, and the wedding was comfortable when he made an effort to proceed without any problems, and Raffaello rose in a way that also ascended into heaven.

but a few days later, my oldest brother's attitude changed. Even if you look at Raffaello's face, for some reason he sighs sadly and doesn't try to talk about the upside of things forever.

Raffaello was in a fierce hurry. As a result, it took the eldest brother to eat it as he inquired, and when he heard the facts, he illusioned as if the heavens and the earth had vanished.

- That woman can't. That is the mistress of the priest.

"It's pitiful..."

It's a lie. There's no way Yuliane, like that angel, is such an obscene friend with that priest, who admires him like his real father.

My eldest brother held Raffaello hard, crying out loud, and gently said roll. As a matter of fact, my eldest brother didn't even know, but this was, in half the village, common sense.

That's not all. The priest said he was letting Yuliane take guests in order to make a daily living.

Raffaello was severely disturbed. That was something that should never have happened in him.

He asked the villager about it and they lay down their eyes uniformly. Rumor has it that most of the people who come to buy Yuliane are travellers who stopped by this village or young people from the village who live across the street.

Come to think of it, no matter how beautiful she is, she lived in this village at an early age. Exactly, no orbitless person who could buy her flat was in the same hometown.

To deny the true rumors, Raffaello quietly visited the charcoal-burning hut, supposedly a place to buy and sell. It is a hot, humid summer night. Overhead, the moon, thin as a sickle of death, glows white.

- It's like, a burglar. I am.

Is it true that following rumours, dyeing your hands with such disgraceful acts is nothing more than an insult to Yuliane? Raffaello put his face close to the hole in the gap taught by the bad boys, holding his heavily pulsating chest tight. And with that eye, I saw hell.

Inside the charcoal-burning hut was brightened like midday by the fire of several lit candles.

In the center, a ravaged, white naked body was ravaged by the flesh of several tanned men.

Wet with body fluids of sweat, fat and lust, they are searching for meat and peristaltic. As they twirled the flesh and the flesh, they were having a never-ending feast, raising the voice of pleasure like a kedamom.

Raffaello, weeping, disgraced his own groin, angry naturally. After a while, when a demon in a monk's coat received a bronze coin from the men, with a humble grin, he remained in his nostalgia, and when he even took off his underwear, he tried to stretch himself out to Yuliane, and attacked him.

- That's a lot more than that.

My whole body is shaking violently. Humans could be so angry and mad that their hearts were boiling down, but their heads were terribly cold out.

When I squeezed the stick in my hand, it sounded so unusual that it seemed to break open.

Open the door to the charcoal-burning cabin.

Pocan, the look on the men's faces, was hilarious to play with.

And then, at once, I was all for it.

All this time, Raffaello went wild. Running away, he beat the men in pieces, thrust their throats, and did all the secrets he had ever learned, turning the human body into a flesh mass without remaining.

A pig-like voice to be slaughtered split inside the cabin. Yuliane, who is blind, does not know what is going on, he is just shaking with his head.

Root of all evil. The devil in the priest's skin exorcised him, especially in consideration. First, when he broke both hands and feet, he stripped off his clothes and exposed his ugly body. Using a stick, carefully break each one of the ribs.

Here, the caveat is not to mistake the number of copies. If the ribs are too broken, they compress the lungs, easily letting them die. I'm not so diverse as to have such mercy.

Raffaello made the crying priest talk about how he had fallen into such a gradual state, hovering like a seasoned torture officer.

If you ask me, he said the priest had been devouring that meat for years, going into the beauty of Yuliane.

In doing all manner of possible treacherous acts, her spirit was half-baked, and one day, after it had passed, she received a citizen's report, fled the king's capital, and returned to the land.

Combined with his hobbies and tangible interests, the priest had allowed the young men and travellers of the village to hold Yuliane when he took the money at night. Seeing Yuliane being gang-raped by the first men she met, she regained her power over the priest's that had lost momentum because of her age, and the unusual acts escalated after the day.

When asked that far, Raffaello snapped his teeth with a stick in the priest's mouth. When I gather the scattered teeth, I take the time to push them into both eyes one at a time.

The scream went wild inside the cabin, but after a while, the priest stopped moving even with Pickle. My heart couldn't stand the pain.

It's not like this. My darkness doesn't clear with this stuff. An anger similar to itching runs through the inside of my skin. My whole body was going to fall apart because of the rudeness.

"Who can screw me?"

He was a voice that echoed from the bottom of the earth, like he was frightened himself.

"Raffaello, what is it?

Yuliane, who has been holding her ear until now, approached her in such a disturbing manner that it was about time. Apparently, she was aware that the act so far had been done by someone else, not Raffaello. Again, currents similar to severe chills ran all over his body.

"I'm here. It's good to see you, Yuliane."

She hugged me, crying out in the wind that she was saved. People can only see what they want to see. She saw Raffaello as a freelancer from the killer.

Raffaello let her grip her pointy rage as she held Yuliane hard. Then, sucking his lips hard, he pushed him down on the spot.

After many years of thought, Raffaello took Yuliane out of the village.

From here, his journey of agony began.

Having stayed in a city away from his hometown and finding a job with his own talent, he instantly got a letter from his employer by doing the work he was given without showing laziness.

but how far does God hate this man? Yuliane, who had been ordained by the priest, concluded that he would never recover.

When she sent out her husband, Raffaello, when she found time, she drew in a man and immersed herself in joy. Raffaello, who loves Yuliane, could not help but make the amputation, even if he was ever angry at his wife's betrayal. The days of flying around the city with a man in mind. The robust spirit and flesh knew not decay, and gradually, it was Yuliane who became exhausted.

One morning. What Raffaello, returning from the night shift, saw was Yuliane slicing herself off and getting cold. When he threw out his work tools, he sat down on the spot trying to wax them. Then how long have you been doing that? When I stood up and looked on the table, there was a breakfast arranged neatly, as usual, made thinking of my husband, who had returned home tired.

She would have had extra of her own body, which had also been modified, to think, and suffered for a long time.

Raffaello couldn't sublimate the love and hatred in himself, and finally, he knocked on the door of the Godlum denomination, known for its cults. Godrum's teachings are simple and lucid.

It is natural for people to act as they are born to. Godrum was acceptable for all earthly vices, provided that the fundamentals, the ranks of the denomination were strictly adhered to and that rituals and worship were even performed. There, good will, trust and integrity are not required. I was blessed in the name of God that I remained raw.

Strong female distrust and anger for virtue were buried inside Raffaello. It is also thanks to the experience he lived as a devout Romulan follower who, under the orders of the Order, could dive into the cathedral properly, obscuring every deception and deodorizing the frivolity.

He had made every order his enemy and hated the things of peace, regiment, and general happiness.

So far, there are also a handful of followers among the Godrums who turn their hatred to something called the world. It was because too many of the denominations whose ranks were absolute had stinking humans trying to use secular political power to take the stage.

- First, drag something controversial, such as Saint Jonas, down from the stage and thoroughly humiliate him.

I was angry. I resented him. Everything you see is abominable. Raffaello had already, somewhere, significantly damaged his base as a human.

Even the person is angry at the identity of the shadow as if it were a starch obsessed in his chest, without understanding what it is. It was the Church, which had been targeted by such monsters, that was the tragedy itself.

Raffaello walked toward the cathedral as he battled hard to escape the hotel. When we could meet again and follow the thirty handkerchiefs that had left us lurking all over the city, we rushed into the morning hall.

The knight of the guard guarding the cathedral as planned had reduced its number to about fifty. Equipment is what makes the church better,

"If the ambush succeeds, it will be easy to win."

I decided, and let my men lead me through the arrows. Afraid of the turmoil in the city, or the spacious path that leads to the church, we don't see the citizens.

"Don't zero one. Trust in the grace of Godrum."

Sooner or later, Raffaello squeezed the bow first and cut and let go.

The polished arrow bamboo sharply tore the space apart and flew away, sucking in the sight of the commander who was riding the horse in the front, shooting it down just brilliantly.

The Godrum warriors, when they were all together and shouted, unleashed one arrow after another as they called.

As soon as possible, the church gate quickly transformed itself into a battlefield that just covered its eyes. If you look at the blood, people can't help but get excited. The fewer the number, the Godrum Elite chosen by Raffaello was undoubtedly as strong as three knights alone.

In the first arrow battle, the knights of the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights), who were defeated by nearly ten men, were only not put into action and were far inferior in strength to the main unit.

Raffaello ran first and waved his wand in his hand as he wished. The tip was embedded with a treasure ball with as much as a baby's head, and the more he struck, the more he broke down the bowls of the knights with each helmet.

Gosh, when the dull sound rings, the inflexible knights despair from next to next. With a whisper of anger, he pushed the quiet corridor and finally reached the chapel.

"Who are you, you guys?"

The nuns, who were quietly praying toward the altar, called upon the masked men to do so before acknowledging the appearance of Raffaello, whom they found behind them, and were severely puzzled.

"Father. What the hell is this..."

I saw Sister's face approaching alertness and nauseated. Even if he was wearing a monk's coat, he is a woman. In the aftermath, I remembered the unbearable and uncontrollable anger that rubbed over me without even trying to hide my flair, and my arms moved naturally.

I shook my wand down directly from the front. When the heavy treasure balls lightly broke the woman's bowl, she glowed demonically in the muddy fresh blood.

"Don't ask me questions. Shut up and tell me where the sacred wreckage is, and yes, you won't have to suffer."

You finally understood the situation, and a homonymous scream echoed through the women's mouths into the chapel.

When Raffaello gave his eyes to his men, he sealed off the entrance and exit of the three parties so that they could not escape first.

- Here, we have the cabinet keys, which contain the sacred wreckage cloth.

If you can't find it in the chapel, it's about the shallow boys anyway. There must be one or two hidden passages everywhere.

The Sisters are holding their mouths now, but if you tighten them up slightly, they will raise their roots immediately. Neither knights nor monks in the way are here anymore.

"Well, not so much time left for me. First of all, we will give due consideration to those who open their mouths. Mercy and forgiveness are indispensable to the religious."

"You guys. To that outfit, that good grass. If you think about coming into the church with dignity, you can't think of anything other than a godrum."

"Hmm. I'm impressed to see through with one eye. So, you want to tell me where the sacred wreckage is?"

"Who...! I'm gonna smack your balls right now and stick them in your ass hole."

Did the woman who entered without even trying to hide her burning fighting spirit and temper say Cordura? It was a rare and seemingly confident standing behavior for Sister.

Above all, I look at this group and I don't even show signs of trying to be afraid. The other sisters have the guts to say they are trembling and solidifying in one place, but they want to applaud.

(It's my hobby to screw a woman like that head-on with force...)

"This is tough. Still, he's a brave Sister. I didn't know we were Godlum warriors. We only think of Romulans and other dust and mustard. Can't you imagine that if you defy me, you'll have mercy to add to your palms or erase them?

"Joke. So far, obvious means you're not going to miss us in the first place. Besides, I'm short minded! If you're talking, don't do it!

Cordura jumped like a disease as she flipped her monk's coat.

It was a quicker move than I had imagined. She has been showered with a flying kick with the momentum of an unleashed arrow.

I don't even have time to wave my wand. Raise your left arm and cover it best. It was an intense blow that I didn't think had been rolled out of my tiny body.

Raffaello struck the invitation as he drooled his arm slowly down, paralyzing Zinjin.

but also enemies. If you don't ride the invitation easily and drop your hips low, you're observing every move of this one with your cat-like supple movements and eyes.

"You're smart inside."

"Unfortunately, you're not sweet enough to find out."

"Funny. Really funny. Yes, but I wanted to make you kneel."

"Before I do, I'm gonna turn your little face into a monster you'll never see again."

"I'm so excited about that. If you don't finish with your mouth alone, I'm hoping...!

Grasp the wand again and hold both ends in front of your chest, protruding forward. This is a frontal arrangement that can accommodate attacks from either left or right.

Hate the intermission of the wand, or she, in an unaware degree of movement, retreats jizzily.

It also seems, for a moment, natural, but I cannot abandon the possibility that it is an invitation I have made, like the act I have just done.

She is beautiful enough to salivate both caught almond-shaped eyes and supple whole body muscles.

- So when I see that, I can't help but want to break it asexually.

It is in the narrow passage leading to the chapel altar that the two confront each other. Around, there are countless fixed long desks forested, not a wide area where you can move around freely.

Naturally, the offense became limited. The basics can only move back and forth, so the range of moves is narrower than I thought. Things like moving around and taking the back of the enemy are unlikely to be able to be done agile with the long desk out of the way.

The tide of battle was extreme with nature.

Cordura remained in a terribly low position, as the fish ran over the sea level.

Low. Too low than I thought.

Guard can't make it. The moment I tried to bend my knee, a quick forward kick was set on pigeon tail.

His jaw lowered after a shock that allowed him to see through his thin shoes to the placement of his fingers.

I dared to take this. She's a great type of militant. I can't predict when the struggle will be settled if I snoop and tap the machine.

So I took it. So to speak, this was one bet. It was an intense forward kick that represented the strength of the nose column. It would have been an extinction if we had beforehand exercised the magic of guardianship on the area to be received.

More than anything else, it is this body that guards after using magic in combination.

Cordura. You can be proud. If you were an enemy other than yourself, you would have almost never won or lost in the current blow. Now, some of the built-in ones have been badly damaged.

Raffaello grabbed Cordura's extended right leg with both arms as he quickly let go of the wand.

"Shit-!"

"Too bad"

I broke it. I just thought it was still broken.

I could definitely hear my bones shattering. Her reaction from then on was wonderful.

He did not care for the pain, but swung his remaining left leg down from his heel.

Aim, grabbing her leg, is Raffaello's arm.

Naturally, her upper body became a floating form in the universe. Depositing your body exactly like an enemy in a battle that risked your life is not something that most hearts can decide.

But she did it.

And, unluckily, Raffaello was reading it all out.

Releasing his left arm from Cordura's broken leg, he immediately prevented him from falling in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, she twisted her little heel in a direction that would not bend over the human structure.

"Oh, sorry again"

Cordura groaned sharply, striking her head against the floor as she raised a silent scream. Raffaello laughed thinly, dancing flutteringly into the universe, horseback riding to Cordura, which spread over the great script.

If this were to happen, it would also have been impossible to bounce off at the bridge if she had almost destroyed the functioning of both legs and made them much different from her weight.

When Cordura groans in pain, she still stares angrily at her temperament.

Raffaello couldn't wait to like the look on his face. So I decided to break it.

First, I put my thick arm over her shoulders and removed my joints. Cordura is wrinkling between her brows and forcing her to bite to death screaming. Sensuously abrasive exhalation is just an essence that increasingly stirs Raffaello's distorted sexuality.

Did she feel the presence of erect anger around her own chest, with her contemptuous face, uttering a more spectacular curse than ever before?

"Shut up."

Raffaello, who is in the mount position, is equivalent to God in this case. Her presence to deny it and disobey it can't help but be cute.

(Interesting. How far can you stand it? This woman fox)

I hit it. I hit it. No more, regulated speed and power, constantly flat-handed.

As the adult scolded the deaf child, Raffaello struck and punched Cordura's white, slippery cheek scattered with his own boneless palm.

Whenever the sound of hitting the tall cheeks plays, the sisters' cries become even more fun to gain momentum.

Cordura groans as she pulls her righteous face.

She was as helpless as a young tree in front of Raffaello to withstand the storm.

Pan, pan, pan, and. Only a tall flat handed sound sounds vain. The Godlamist warriors, silently, kept staring at this hellish feast with a febrile, comatose eye.

No, Cordura's face was swollen up in bread. If it was Raffaello's power, about her thin neck, it would be a blow and threaded off, but that's not funny.

(Bear with me. Bear with me. Now your faith is being tested)

Cordura's thin, neat nose is oddly bleeding with a whisker. The eyes and cheeks were stained black and found to be bleeding intensely internally. Raffaello had even begun to remember some sort of awe, like Sister's hard work, which had been done so far and could not even speak.

Pittari and stopped flat handed.

"What do you say? Did it feel like it was time to change your mind?

As I do to my lover, I gently approach her face close enough to breathe. Cordura's long golden eyelashes shine wet and black on the Zhu.

At the same time, he threw up a bloody bump on his cheek. Surprised, when he woke up his upper body, Sister, who was blurry and alike, let his ripped lips loose and smiled and showed even strangely.

"- I'll pull out my quinta and stick it in your ass hole. Kama bastard."

"Isn't that funny? I like it. I really like it."

Raffaello wrapped his hands around Cordura's neck and tightened them up with a goose. She peels her white eyes open as she throws her bright red tongue out of her mouth.

"Faith? Is that faith? The truth of what supports you. I wanted to be sure."

The pain of the meat under his belly seemed to pass through his clothes. Raffaello, with the word faith in his mouth, was, until this moment, half, relieved that he did not even think of Kakella about Godrum.

Yes. Originally, I didn't need doctrine, God's world, or earthly honor. Even my mission to get a sacred wreck cloth no longer matters.

All this is just a stage device for me to enjoy killing.

(Oops, you break an important toy if you do too much more)

When I gently let go of my hand, I saw a woman coughing hard. Raffaello, as he rose from his horseback riding condition, put his arm on Cordura's back, Guru, flipped over, and lay down depressed.

"Hey, what...!

"No. You seem pain-resistant, so now try to approach me from the other side. Come on, you sisters who are far-flung there. Gently, move forward. We're about to start a most enjoyable show. What are you shying away from? I'm sure he's a big fan of such boredom."

"Father. That's it, that's it. As it is, there are not many Sister Corduras! Because I will take my place! On her behalf I...!

(Ho, this is this. What did she say her name was? Indeed)

Explore the memories slowly. The sun has been shallow since infiltrating this church, and yet, the names do not match the faces of all. In the first place, women, etc. are all thin, dirty chunks of meat painted with color and greed. I can't even tell the difference.

"Claire, you're irrelevant. Snap, come on, come on."

"Wow. Is your name Claire? Bravely, unlike those elephants out there, you want to boast that you have a clean soul to share the pain with instead of your countrymen."

"It's not like that. However, I am unclean, unlike others…"

A girl lays down her blue eyes and nags lonely. The trick, somewhere, overlapped with Yuliane's shadow, and Raffaello realized that his chest palpitations were heavily elevated, and wolfed.

"Your healthy offer. Let's take it. Get away from those meat chunks and come here."

"Yes......"

Himself, though good, because her body was imprisoned by fear, her steps did not go as late as biting her teeth. Tips and cute little noises across the cathedral.

"Claire, don't kick it. If I shouldn't! You don't have to pull the hassle lottery."

"Sister Cordura, will you shut up for a second? Your remarks will sharpen Xing."

"This, demon......!

"Hey, you better watch your mouth, okay?"

"Agi!?

Thin, limp hips cozzed with my toes. More whirlpools of screams emerged from the sisters, whose strange voices, like livestock slaughtered from the mouth of Cordura, were frequent and watchful.

"Stop, please stop. I'm on my way."

"Sister Claire. You're too late to frame her for extra pain. [M] There, if you don't understand me as a kitten, I'm in trouble. Take it off. Take off that smelly robe and be born. And, that, and keep the headscarf. Otherwise, the unity of humiliating innocent nuns will not be born. Look at the men around you. I look with anticipation at how your young, beautiful flesh is going to be painted to defilement. Godrum gets a groovy feel through events like this."

At the bottom of his shoes, Raffaello felt Cordura twist herself in remorse, wrapped in an unparalleled sense of pride and indulged in his own demonic work to be done.