Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Is this okay?"

"Oh, you are such a martyr. Claire."

Raffaello shuddered into a strong sense of trance when he saw Claire as she was born.

She wore nothing but a headscarf for women, called a wimple, and exposed that beautiful naked body to the cold air of the cathedral.

She screamed and made sure to lick her body around from top to bottom to pinpoint it, giving her the feeling of wanting to run around, and she visually raped her.

Still, I'd say twelve or three. The swelling of the chest, the sitting back and the condition of the butt meat are all developing.

Raffaello is not a toddler, so he is not interested in it per se, but his disgraceful gaze and the burning of his bright red cheeks and forehead could have become an essence that stirred up his addiction more.

"Come here. Yes, there it is. Make it look jittery. I have nothing to be afraid of. We're going to do something really fun."

"Please release Sister Cordura"

"It's one of these feelings that determines that. Still, you don't know because you're young, but you follow the strong ones thoroughly. This is the secret to a long life. Look at your peers. [M] You wouldn't even try to look me in the eye. They're not worth hurting. From the bottom of my heart, I walk tail to tail to everyone, because I'm a cowardly female dog from the core. There, crawl on all fours. Stick your hips up high so your sister can see your ass hole."

"Ugh, this is it. This..."

Claire turned her own ass toward the Sisters in good health, even as she zeroed her tears. Raffaello let him bring a vial, gazing down at his subordination, remembering the fierce height in his freckled comfort. In the vial, there is a build-up of drizzling green liquid.

"What, are you willing to...?

"This is tsubaki oil. Now, I'm gonna zip this into your ass hole. If you don't, I won't get in well, will I?

"Hih!"

When I stuck my wand at the tip of my nose, my face turned bright blue. Raffaello declares that a treasure ball the size of a baby's head will penetrate Claire's anus.

If there's a woman who's not scared of this, it's such a rubbed whore or a crazy fallen head.

"What, you religious people must be used to having fun in the hole behind you. Today, specially, my partner is going to entertain you. The truth is, I don't care about the wreckage anymore. This is because you are the sluts that really stir up my feelings. So I want you to give up everything."

"Wait!

(Oh?)

And Raffaello looked back in the direction of his voice, shocked as if he had been struck on the top of his head with an iron rod, and smiled.

"If you're going to humiliate Claire, first try me before you do. And if you're satisfied, let them go and walk away from here."

It was an impossible sight. Without me, the sisters, who were just trembling, when they took off their monk's coat without one left, approached them with a powerful foothold.

"Sister..."

"I'm sorry, Claire. We, it was like we didn't have the courage. I'm ashamed of myself for slandering you. If they are that Godrum is the devil, this is the test God has given us. We're a family gathered in the same garden of God, so if we don't suffer together, you're lying, right?

Young, fine-faced Sister is smiling nicely. That was the same sunny, cloudless smile Raffaello saw on the meadow on a distant day. I can't breathe. The chest, like after rushing out, was buzzing violently.

"Don't be ridiculous, you church females dogs... Hey, you guys. Mausoleum these women without a single soul. Heh. Don't think the pain will end here or something. You are still dragging to Azit to finish your life as a tool to bear the sons of our Jihadists! Him!"

Eat the meat, and I was officially cleared. The Godrum warriors make their eyes shimmer and squirm toward the woman nearby. Everywhere, my clothes were torn apart, and I flew sad screams and anger. I command you, Raffaello was feeling something that would not fall into his heart.

It's Claire. She prays diligently as she sits on the spot naked.

That doesn't make me uncomfortable. That's not the pain.

In this circumstance, having regained her composure, Raffaello felt an unprecedented fear of what was called faith.

"Aren't you terrified?"

"Because I believe it. And..."

The door of the cathedral, which was closed, was pushed to the left and right.

One man stood there, in the bright sunlight of the bright descent.

"If I get pinched, I'm sure I'll rush."

A violent wind has blown in. The black shadow didn't get to know who it was because of the backlight or until my eyes got used to it, but when the contour slowly cleared up and the video tied the focus, it finally came to light.

Black hair, black eyes and what he was wearing were also pitch-black.

He holds a heavy black-painted sword on his lower back. When the shallow black face grinned nicely, only the white teeth slowly floated.

"Is this the venue for today's joint orgy party?"

The man looked around the cathedral with an unusually gleaming eye, with an uninterrupted voice.

Fighting hard to cut through the military enclosure and finally reaching the cathedral, the collector was holding his hand against the white wall to breathe, his shoulders heavily up and down.

"Ha, Shindo..."

Until we got here. Come on. Looks like we've been waving too many swords.

Your right arm is exhausted and your muscles are swelling up into bread. Fingertips were ginned like paralyzed, and this was such that it seemed difficult to siphon an ass hole.

I muddled the sweat flowing on my forehead with my cuffs. As he breathed heavily and deeply, his heart, which was rumbling like he had struck an early bell, gradually began to calm down.

Looking around, the knights of the guard are cold wrecks, lying there all over. Around comes the aftermath of an intense struggle that had been waged until earlier, with a blood odor and a slap on the nose.

The collector entered the church when he opened the entrance door.

Quiet. I can't hear a thing. As I walked carefully down the corridor, quiet as death, I saw the shadows running on the ground, along with the cry.

"Master Klund!

"What the hell?"

The identity of the shadow that came running over was Ilse. She held down the chest of her torn monastic clothes, trying to wax, and ran. I wonder if she twisted her right ankle, dragging her into a sore throat.

The men who followed after Ilse admitted to the figure of the collector, silently and quickly pulled out the knife.

The collector bounced in front of the jacket he was matching and rolled his long sword straight out. A blade burst into the front man's chest with an awesome sound of beating meat. Quickly pulling the blade out, he slaps it all over the face of the man who was imminent. A mixed blood tide of brains splattered like a bucket.

I grabbed Ilse's shoulder and listened, not even taking the warm rain that was coming down.

"You've got the Godrum Church guys here!

"Clandestine. Please, help me...!

That's all Ilse said, and went into the spot. The outfit is the mess, but there were no marks of mausoleum. Should I call it luck in misfortune? Throwing her into the corner of the closest room, she wore a blanket and a simple disguise.

I no longer have time to hesitate. I ran straight towards the chapel where the altar was located.

"Kisama!

"Where the hell did you come from!

"You're a church dog!

Coming to the entrance door, the blackened men attacked as they swung their gains.

The leading man barked and stuck in. As he pulled his half, he waved the holy sword "Black Lion” down his stretched arms with all his might. The sharpened blade raised a bright red blood splash when the two arms were slashed off like radishes.

I rolled out the poke without getting my hair in. A man who was about to turn to follow his wounded compatriots. I was deeply choosen by a flute and flipped without a voice.

I bump into every body toward a man standing flat. He glanced at his full hands as he gripped the black lion with both hands. When the blade was stabbed halfway into the man's stomach to be inhaled, the cutting tip was pierced through the tofu and eaten deep into the white wall behind him.

The man despaired without a groan as he opened his eyes slightly from the gap in the mask to the limit.

The man with his arms cut off is trying to escape somehow, lying down depressed. As he approached him and sealed his movements with his feet on his back, he dropped his sword without hesitation toward the nod. When the man was severed from the steeplechase, he was snubbed, but eventually became snubbed.

"Readiness is over."

The collector, taking a deep breath, momentously opened the gate leading to the cathedral, carving a wild grin on his cheek.

It was a misery that made me want to cover my eyes. In a quiet place of prayer, the despicable men are attacking the Sisters like kedamonos. Some were torn of monastic clothes, some were stripped of their headscarves, their hair was eagled and pulled around, and they were treated less than whores.

A fire erupted in my head. Still, I dare to spit out words to show my spare time.

"Is this the venue for today's joint orgy party?"

Walk along a subtly graded line of communication, making noises with the cuttlefish.

The man I was looking for. Raffaello was there. The Godlamist men scattered around them raised their hands and controlled what they thought of jumping. He smiled with an extremely soft face when he gently put his foot up, from one Sister, who had made it to his feet.

"You were safe. I've been so worried."

"Pull it out. You're lazy enough to stab Todome there. The man who can really do it is the one who gets the job done without losing his hand to the end. You're a stranger."

"This is tough again. But did you come all the way here to care for me? Now I'll do it with Kitin. No omissions."

"Out of the way..."

Waving in anger, Raffaello looked troubled, a few steps, retreating. It was undoubtedly Cordura who was lying down.

"Don't look! I look terrible right now..."

Trying to wake him up, he was rejected with a tall voice. I'm turning my back, but it's not hard to imagine how badly I was treated with the amount of blood scattered. My chest palpitations are pounding without suppression.

"Clandestine."

Claire, who was naked, hugs her momentum from side to side. He stood up gently stroking his little head, which had suffocated in his chest.

"I believed it. Be sure to come...... Believe me, it was Claire who kept waiting..."

"It must be an inspiring reunion. Things haven't changed. Female dogs of the church. Have you forgotten that this man lost miserably in a stick game? Will this man, leaking to the faeces and solidifying, survive fighting the Godrum elite, not just me"

When Raffaello opens his hands wide and speaks out loud, his anger disappears from the eyes of the Sisters, who were connecting his faint hopes. It doesn't stick. Even if I deal with one Raffaello, it's like that body. Feeling the air of joy being repainted in a flash of despair, the possessor made his face crack cramped.

"You know..."

Trying to raise a voice of protest, Cordura, who had fallen, sounded a crazy laugh.

It came to an end with a mild cough when followed by one.

"What's wrong with you? You slut."

"It's funny, you and your kids. Because I wonder if you think you're going to lose to the cowards who can only tickle and abuse women and children and have fun. - Klund is strong. There's no way you can beat the Godrum scum."

"Well, that's funny. Sister Cordura. After I slapped this man, I wanted to see what you look like. You guys, kill Klander alive!

Before Raffaello's voice could fly, the collector was running out with his heels back. He had already pulled out the black lion while running towards the entrance door.

Black shadows rapidly gather together. That number is seven.

The Godrum warriors pulled out their thick, big knives and simultaneously carried out a half siege. We're going to surround them and attack them one way or another. The only place that is wide and free to move around is the communication line that connects the altar to the entrance.

The men began to move brilliantly, naturally, in an attempt to mount an attack from a high position aboard a long desk.

The collector unleashed a slaughter on the man on the verge of jumping on his desk.

Byun, and a man with a tremendous wind cut noise and his tibia paid off screamed and fell down.

The men who have lost me are attacking me in a disconnected way. The collector spotted the weak enemy, in an instant, with enemies front, back, left, and right.

He caught the arm poking the knife from behind him and let it stick straight forward, then quickly threw his body out onto the floor.

"Whoa, whoa."

"Guh."

The men back and forth stabbed each other in the chest with each knife to raise an odd bark.

Down backwards as he rolled, now he hit and changed, and the collector jumped. Slash your sword against a man who has been shaped to expose his back. The black lion ran diagonally from the man's neck muscle to injury around his hips, destroying his spine.

At the same time, the collector saw a sharp thrust towards the throats of his left and right enemies, spinning quickly. It is a cutting-edge stream like a wind. The two men fall into the long desk trying to punch him in the back of the head as he makes the blood tide rise.

A man who was blunting his movements showed hesitation out of fear. I saw the slaughter as the lion roared. The man was severed face-to-face and screamed like a woman's voice.

"Be careful!

"This guy's gonna do pretty good!

Instantly he slashes and kills seven of his companions, creating sharp tensions for the men. The atmosphere that he had insulted at any rate disappeared, and the usual temper filled the cathedral.

A man pokes at me from across the street, voicing like a monkey. When the collector laid his long sword horizontally, he rolled it out without even looking at it.

The cutting tip of the blade exposed himself about fifteen centimeters from the back of his head as he pierced the brain weather brilliantly from the man's right eye, glowing red and nude.

I quickly pulled out my sword and jumped on the long desk. Flying and moving, flying and moving, as guiding the impending men.

"Eight ships of the menstrual period fly and kura! Follow me, motherfucker!

The treasurer arrived at the wall, chopping up about three dancing men. If you're here, you don't have to worry about getting hit in the back.

When he showed his nibbles and white teeth, the men attacked him from all three sides, making his eyes peeking from the mask angry. When the collector hugged the man on the left, he inserted a blade deep into his chest and cozzled. At the same time, he used the man as a meat shield to prevent the blade on the right and front, kicking up and knocking down his belly just because it was no longer used.

Deadly humans are heavier than I thought. I slashed my right face from bottom to top in anticipation of the man in front losing his balance. The sound of iron sliding through the meat bluntly joins the scales. Splashing up, the blood tide slammed the white walls of the cathedral sharply like heavy rain and wet it.

The collector slashed down the men from the front, one after the other, in order to carry out a determined task. That number, six.

"Come on, who's the next bastard?"

When the carcass was kicked and cut, there were eight Godrum warriors left in the cathedral.

Bad, and one step forward, it lags behind like a fright. When Raffaello tongued in frustration, three people who were lost burst into him with a rash.

The skill with the collector is no longer obvious. They were never weak either, but their opponents were too bad.

Slashing one, poking one, and snapping the last one's head, the remaining men were fleeing towards the entrance.

"I'm not kidding!

"Oh, my God, it's a bummer!

"Can you deal with him!

"I won't forgive you."

Fluffy, and Raphaelo's body floated in the universe. It was possible, but the man stood in front of the door where the men had arrived as he ran through nothing.

(Is that levitating magic?

Rather than the collector thought, Raffaello quickly moved his fingers in the void, stopping the men who were fleeing in desperate shapes, pitali, and motion.

"By whose permission did you flee? I'm also a priest, assuming. I have to tell you what it means to defy a senior position in Godrum."

Shin, and without a sound, the diocese quieted back. Raffaello. With a smile on his face, he shook his index finger left and right for fun again.

"Hih."

A screaming tip leaked from one of the Sisters, who had scratched a thousand pieces of clothing and hidden his shame.

Tori, and. The neck of the men as they stood rolled off their torso.

It was a strange sight.

Gradually, the living head, which sounded and became a nasty object, rolls as it rotates through the aisle.

A woman with eyes to eye with the cloudy pupils of the man's neck shouted in a tall voice resembling a metal sound.

The neck was taken, of the five, four, shoeing up a blood splash, poking their knees on the spot.

"We need a husband carrying a sacred wreck cloth. I'll keep you alive."

I gained my whole life in nine deaths, one nodded momentously silently, rubbing my throat diligently as I dashed my tears.

"What have you done now?

"Kland.You are stronger than I expected. Were you out of your hands then?"

"I don't know. But I think I can live up to my promise at the hotel."

Raffaello frowned, even troubled, glowing his cold eyes.

"Promise, what?

"It means we'll settle!

Barked. The collector popped out, like exploding his whole body of energy.

Side of Cordura seen as a chilla. It was tragic. Remind Raffaello. Whatever happens, this man can't be the only one to forgive. Sun wheels appeared behind the eye lid, white light bounced and filled the head.

fist. I stuck my left arm out of my mind and struck it out.

The moment of impact stopped and I saw it.

The knuckled finger verse creeps into Raffaello's right cheek.

It's like I haven't been able to react.

A neat face shakes like a comma feed for a video.

The moment I saw my left shoulder, I thought, Raffaello's body was blowing up to the wall.

The time that was late rapidly returns.

Raffaello, slamming his five bodies against the wall, had his eyes open, changing his cool expression.

"Nah, what the fuck!

"Stand up, motherfucker. Temé can't be like this."

Jinjin and fists are feverish. Raffaello, breaking his upper body and coughing hard, spits a white mass out of his mouth and stares at him. Cancun, and a hard noise, the broken man's teeth dancing oddly on the floor.

"Its speed. Much beyond my imagination. Looks like you've had too much fun."

"Didn't Temehe just play on his own? This one's already here."

As the collector jumped more than ever, he swung his long sword down from the front - staying.

It was like a battle that had been smelled by the many fierce battles that had been piling up so far.

Chills with frozen spines rush through the core of your body and your hair is hot as it burns chillily in the back.

I stretched my legs in the critical part, kicked the edge of my desk, and changed track.

Hin, and a light noise rang, and the floorboard cut into ovals.

"Ho. Did you send it? So, how about this?

Raffaello is not even moving with Picri. He just kept moving his fingertips slightly, as he had slaughtered the men earlier. I also felt slight discomfort when I used the "stick".

Unable to capture the invisible "murder weapon" movement, he became a side of the war.

Invisible weapon. The collector takes a distance from Raffaello as he jumps the long desk.

Then he hid himself under the long desk and breathed.

"What's wrong? Didn't you defeat me and take vengeance on the Sisters there?"

"Ugh, Rushi -!"

Is it a flying tool? I'm moving it on hand, but there's no sign I'm taking out my gains. The only main Weapon of the Collector is the Holy Sword “Black Lion”. In the opponent, who easily cleaves a desk made of sturdy oak trees, jumping directly from the front is only a payback. I can see it. I need patience, too.

"A woman named Cordura there. The intensity of your mind was outstanding, but your cock tightened great, too. This is how you hit him in the cheek with your hips rubbing back and forth as you poke my iron core into a null hole, and this is how you hike inside sensitively. Exactly the ultimate in pleasure. This woman seems obsessed with you, she cried and called you by your name many times. Klund, with Klund. So whenever I called the name of the man I'm in love with, I typed in plenty of children for you. That's already a yellow, dreary, extremely intense one. Oh, thank you. I'd be glad to have a fine child."

"Liar! Bullshit! Don't believe what he's saying!

"I'm kidding. Ahhh."

Cheap provocation, I couldn't keep my mouth shut knowing. I giggled shitless that it had unfolded the way I wanted, but I was unnecessarily handicapped. but the collector wasn't without thought either. When I included in my mouth a tide of blood flowing out of the body I found when I was lurking under my desk, I didn't jump up, buzzing.

"What? -!"

"See, the poison fog direct from Great Muta."

A large amount of blood, extruded at once from the mouth, was mixed with saliva and diffused into the air.

A single strip of steel yarn gleams in sparkling red particles and glitters in silver.

That was the identity of the "dark vessel" used by Raffaello. If you know it, it's not so much a tool to fear. He waved his long sword down vigorously toward a clear steel thread dyed with blood paste.

And the snail, and the thread shall be cut a thousand times, and the navel shall lose its strength, and it shall fall.

"Since when have you noticed?

"It's been since Ome had an affair with Antoine. It was also too unnatural to lose balance suddenly. It's a common hand in my country. Sequoi villains handle it, don't."

Even when Antoine. And even when the collector himself made his stand with Raffaello. Actually, the ankle stopped moving like someone grabbed it at the right time.

"I'm just aiming at people's feet. The way you do it, don't be a little manly, Raffaello. You heartless bastard."

"Can you avoid it even if you know it? My yarn will cut off easily, both on my feet and on my arms."

"Then give me my right arm. Instead, I'll take your neck."

I stuck a distance with Jiriziri as he protruded his right arm. Raffaello, uh, exhaled, waved, his fingers off the yarn.

"Apparently, a sturdy person like you isn't going to be able to kill you with yarn. No."

"No way, I won't give up."

"Who should have surrendered? Klund, this is just the right opportunity, so I'm going to try out some of the pieces you keep in your body. One end of Godrum's treasure, which has been studied for church executives."

Raffaello, when he left the collector, took out the box he had placed under his desk and unplugged the top pin.

The rectangular box was exposed in the daylight, one way or another, when the four sides opened.

- It was a bone on the head of a giant cow.

"What, that's"

"In my Godrum, there is a spell that uses the remains of dead flora and fauna to unload and possess their spirits on the body and borrow their root mana. This is the skull of a ferocious cow called Demon Buffalo, commonly known as the Mad Ghost, which only inhabits far barbaric lands."

Raffaello began chanting the spell as he softly wore a white polished giant cow bone on his head.

"That's -. Klund! Quick, make it stop!

"Wait a minute. I don't know, Raffaello's body, isn't it crazy?

It was also vain for Cordura to wake up and scream while holding her face down, and in an extremely short time, Godrum's chant was over, and possessory psychology, complete.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Raffaello's body, wearing the skull of a murderous cow, enlarged and enlarged as he looked at it, making a strange rubbing sound with the mistletoe.

He was, originally, large, but tall, thick in meat, more than double together. The head of the bull, which had been whitened, became that of a bull, with flesh, skin and hair on it as if to rewind time, trembling in fear just to see.

The monk's coat he was wearing was quickly chopped a thousand times and bounced off, and his limbs like Marutai were about to rip open and his muscles were swollen up. The arm was heavily pulsating with swollen flesh like a wax lifting up thick blood vessels.

"Godrum possessive psychology. TYPE MINOTAUROS. - Now let's die together in full."

Raffaello, transformed into a legendary demon, waving two giant sharp horns, giraffed his red, cloudy eyes, lowering himself and running out.