Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collectors, who decided to move forward, were confronted by gel-shaped monsters named Greydrop.

They were an amorphous species belonging to the gel system, characterized by shapes and cloudy colour flavors similar to droplets.

Graydrop, a inferior organism distributed all over the dungeon, when in the breeding season, half the herd turns into a female male to perform reproductive acts.

If you give birth to a child in an extremely short period of time, whether the memory of him constantly being attacked by external enemies is at the root of the species, he returns again to an indeterminate form that has no characteristics.

Food preferences are carnivores, which attack small animals and take them into the body for digestion.

"Be careful. It doesn't seem so strong, but there's a lot of them anyway."

Hear the words of the treasurer. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It happened that a riot began.

The number of Greydrops is eighteen.

He hisses in a narrow cave in a way that makes him snug.

When Shizuka's blade glitter burned in the light of the slight light of the lantern he had raised, the Greydrops also stood under it. The blade flashed and the anger echoed around and deafened his ears.

"Gone that way"

I'll take care of it.

Karen quickly erected an elphin bow and cut an arrow and let it go toward the gray drop she had taken away from among the blades. Towards the grey monster, the arrows do not aim and stand gushing.

Gray drops pierced through the central nucleus vibrate when swept through the entire body, making noises and dispersing them. Rupture the cells and bounce. Fly.

If this happens, I can't even afford to say it's beautiful dirty. Each, by the time his eyes were bright red and he waved the blood knife, and by the time he had finished exorcising himself, together, he was drooling in his body with the fluids of the monsters.

"Yeah."

I want to wash my body.

Karen and Liza were making a gessy noise as they looked at each other. After a while, it was a shame they found a point where spring water exited.

"Hmm. I don't see anything particularly dangerous. This doesn't seem like a problem for a beverage."

Where Rudge's go sign came out, the ladies cheered. This means you can get dressed casually or get rid of the fighting stains. For some reason, the collector is the most jumping up and welcoming. You spotted the evil feeling, you hit the lead and Rudge came stabbing the nail.

"Mm-hmm. I'll tell you what, men and women are separate."

"Uh. Fine, we're a couple."

I saw Rudge's eyes when he dumped the raw garbage.

"Copy that. I'm quiet."

"I'll tell you what, it's no good peeking either."

Karen's voice rang on the back of the collector being driven across the rock as he was pressed on his shoulder.

"Fuhihi. Understand."

"That's a complete peek."

Rudge, as troubled as he may be, is moving his thin fingertips and slapping his own two arms with a ton.

"Haha. Don't you think that's enough?"

As Meryandale covered, the women headed toward a pound of rolling and fresh water.

(Kake. where are those idiots who dont peek just dont peek)

"Concealed"

There is a move that

That is, the technique of blocking one's own signs and lurking one's breath and approaching the subject. The collector made a strong self-allusion that he had become a wood stone and sneaked toward the naked women who bathed in the water.

but I don't care, it's been read all over my hand. Rudge is alone, letting him send the timing of the water bath, arranging himself on the rocks of the abyss and watching the area without alarm.

(I was wondering if you could jab me to the pond? I'd like to see a woman's body crumble loose and cackerwoof, hey!

It was a sad cry of heart.

There is no shield around. Besides, Rudge, by magic, had struck out a small ball of flame in the air to raise the light more than usual to ensure his vision.

Like a hound aimed at his prey, when he crawled belly on the spot, he stopped moving and gave himself a deep thought.

(I wonder why I'm struggling so far to see my own wife naked...?

The doubts are endless. Last night, the place I camped said it was cold, with snow falling to zero, but only traveled a few kilometers, unusually cheerful like a muck. From the ground stretched out on the bottom of my belly comes a jittery heat and yet I feel like an egg to be sautéed on a frying pan.

The point where fresh water is gushing is situated above a little gradient from where the collectors are located, so we can't check their posture from here. Only a cackling, shaky, pleasant voice inspires delusions. I don't know, my tongue leaked.

"Damn. The vigilance is too harsh. I wish I was quiet and he was just like he was born."

"Absolutely. I agree with you."

……

Voice. It belonged to a young woman. When the collector turned only his face to the side, he similarly crawled into his belly and acted suspiciously and extremely suspiciously, one woman appeared in his eyes.

Eighteen or nine when I was old. Long hair reaching to the waist of light brown. The roots are closed with black butterfly hair. Unexpectedly, my gaze matched. Long eyelashes and colored eyes are impressive. She winked with patchouli as she smiled at the coquettish.

"Who are you..."

"Hey. Haha"

"Haha, not"

The woman laughed like trouble and jumped on the back of the collector with a quick figure of her own and screamed.

"A peek! We got a peek!

"Ah, hey. Here!"

The woman's arthroplasty was quite tangential. Then, cleverly squeezing the collector's arm, he sealed the movement across his back.

- What the fuck? It's not coming off.

"I knew it, Klando!

"You in the glasses. This way. The enemies of the impudent woman, I will take them."

Thus the concealed plot of the keeper was instantly exposed and melted away like pale snow.

When she lifted the restraint from the collector by the way of the Rudges, she apologized for her prematureness and smiled with a nostalgic face.

The woman named herself Palme Brachelle.

"Ladies, I'm an adventurer named Palme. After that, finally."

It's a woman again, and someone in the clan leaked a fed up voice. It is also an immaculate beauty.

The collector was twisting his neck tightly as he was exposed to the rays of jealousy emanating from the women.

Sounds kind of crazy. The stiffness gradually increases. Palme has an exceptional style and appearance reminiscent of a supple deer. but somehow there's nothing to touch the harp line.

On a daily basis, I wondered if my senses had been paralysed because I kept seeing the beauty, for a moment, I thought, but I could not feel the unique colour fragrance that soaked from Palme.

As Palme put it, she was with a rare solo player for adventurers. The XVII hierarchy is not necessarily low.

Now, the collectors came down here struggling to get rid of the monsters that were coming. Naturally, the first thought was the existence of a "trap".

The adventurers are looking to reach the depths quickly for unmatched fame and matching treasures. It is harder to assume that Palme's presence is not a spy sent in by another clan.

"Did you get down here solo? It's hard to believe in Russia."

Sizka is throwing a cold gaze without even trying to hide her alertness.

"Ahhh. It's cold. It's true. I'm an undisputed solo adventurer, but sometimes I miss people. Hey, hey, please. I'll be on my way. Let's go together."

"Even if I ask you that. Decisions are all in the cland."

"Ah. Really! He's a choreographer."

"Hey."

"Haha. Sorry, sorry. But even though it's weird. We don't have any clans just for women, but in that case, we don't mix just one man. You know, it could be somebody's lover in here."

Palme couldn't be that, he looked around at everyone laughing. Together, they stare at Palme with a murky face. You felt the cold air, Palme blinked his eyes violently like trouble.

"Huh. Hey. You're lying. 'Cause you're all so beautiful. I don't think he's going to make it..."

"Big favor, Conoyalo."

Palme nagged, "But wait. There is a certain number of maniacs in the world," he mutters.

What is it?

There's this woman who falls in love with me, and I was wondering if something inconvenient would happen to your life.

The collector was furiously angry. So I told him. I told the truth as I whispered in Palme's ear. It's all my own woman.

"Huh. Haha, lying, right?"

"It's true. It's perfectly possible, though. It's all real."

As Palme somehow chewed his lower lip to the point of bleeding, he opened both eyes of the agglomeration of hatred toward the possessor and glanced at it.

"Why"

The doubts are endless.

In disintegration, Palme was to accompany him. No matter, I'm not convinced of the same thing. And the collector himself, even though he couldn't wipe away the unspeakable discomfort.

Palme is even happy. At first, they were women who had refused to make an effort to interact, but no matter how much they ignored, they could not continue to thrust cold at Palme, who spoke with no concern, and gradually the distance narrowed. But regardless of that, the dungeon's malice wielded fierceness toward the adventurers.

Something tells me something.

Liza's voice. Gazing forward, a group of unfamiliar monsters stood there.

Dungeon Caterpillar.

It is a cave-specific monster with bright red spots on the light green epidermis.

The size would not exceed one hundred and fifty centimeters, but anyway, there were twenty when I saw Zach.

Towards the monsters moving forward as they shook their round heads, first, Karen cut the tone of battle.

Karen, when she set up the elphin bow, quickly took an arrow from the arrow barrel on her back and squeezed it, setting her aim, before cutting and releasing it.

At the same time, Rudge takes out the Book of Magic and begins chanting the magic of fire attributes. Soon, a burning firebomb rips through the damp air and falls down on the eels as they draw a parabola.

As he pulled through the black lion, the treasurer looked forward, where the sand and dust stood. Next door, Sizka and Artemisia hold their weapons unannounced. Speaking of which, it's Palme. I wonder what she's doing.

For once, as I moved my gaze behind all of Palme's arranged worship, which reached this point with a solo, there I saw a useless figure clinging to Meriandale, screaming a career career, about to slip out of my hips.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Palme! Don't stick around so much, huh? Oh, where are you touching it? Hmm. If it doesn't work."

"I'm scared. It's a monster, Meryandale. Come on, let's wrap me in your soft breasts."

You can't, I dropped my shoulder.

"Klando, they're coming."

"Oh, wow."

Not if you're distracted by extras. The collector entered a melee fight with an imminent dungeon caterpillar.

Even when it comes to monsters, they are giant eels. Waving left and right at the object in his hand, the soft skin of the enemy ripped open and the dark green fluid diffused dobbly.

The women, who had just cleansed their bodies earlier, were cleverly distancing themselves from enemy blood splashes while slashing them and making them dirty their clothes.

On the other hand, it doesn't even seem to bother me when it comes to Lisa, which is originally like a microbikini and has very little body covering area. Liza, courageously struck and waved her sword to show her courageous work. Seen in this way, her dagger handling is quite brilliant.

"This is the last time!

When Artemisia slaughtered the last one with a spear as she roared, the battle ended.

Finally, we repel the herd of eels and move on for a while.

While the Founding Fathers were breathless, the next enemy appeared.

It was a monster with a giant body, called an orga. That number, five bodies.

Long hair that would have never been cared for since birth is rubbing the ground with a twist.

The incredibly thick breastplate is painted with several layers of dirt. There was an awesome beast odor poking my nose even when I was quite far away, and there was a shock that the contents of my stomach were going to come up without leaving any contents.

"Whoa. You suddenly got out. If this happens, you'll have to wait till you're tired."

The zodiac quickly slashed off the tiger of the orga as he progressed with a growl to make it a werewolf smoke for the war.

While Sizka and Artemisia were each taking on one, the two remaining bodies struck the Meryandales, who had refrained from doing so in the rear.

"Fake and Flamethrower" Altana Flame Cannon "

Rudge's fire attribute magic burst into the soil of the approaching Auga. The same is true of the blow of a bazooka cannon at close range. Don, and roar, the giant blows away. Shortly after distracting himself from the splashing fire powder, the rest of the other one creeps through the flames and continues its rampage.

"Ko, wo!

Karen was in almost miraculous motion, and when she connected the two arrows, she fired. The arrow, emitted without black smoke as a thing, was shooting out both eyes of the auga, which had been grabbed with both hands raised, almost simultaneously.

As the collector looked back at Tang Bamboo cracking the brain of the orga in front of him, Sizka, who had already killed his own enemy, had deeply slashed and torn the nagging of the boring orga with both eyes lost.

Nice follow up.

Ugh, wiping the sweat floating on his forehead with the back of his hand, he saw Artemisia pulling the spear tip out of the forehead of an orga that collapsed from his knee with a zurli and brains.

I fought moderately and my fatigue thickened. When the collector found a good place to rest, he set out to prepare the camp. During the battle, Palme, who was well hidden, also took the initiative in this task.

- You're a strange woman.

Hasn't Palme shown us his hand yet, being careful of ourselves?

But the attitude I was trembling with Meryandale doesn't seem to have the same rigidity to just step through this labyrinth alone.

And, naturally, the word that we were exploring solo also becomes unbelievable.

"Ma, look."

"Gu La Gu La Gu. We're gonna make a simmer today."

The collector gave up his thoughts as he sat on the floor table, staring at Lisa's puffy ass, who was diligently spinning the pot of water over Kama.

Shaken by a bright red flame, Liza throws pork, vegetables, and bone chunks one after the other into boiling water.

Next to it, Meryandale and Sizka are out to make side dishes for good reason.

The treasurer narrowed his eyes and nodded his tongue as he stroked his much roared belly with his palm.

- Anyway, eat up now. Then think about the rest.

After you move your body, there's nothing like how good rice and booze you eat. That evening, there was no raid of monsters that I feared, no unusual anomalies, and even though I took turns watching, there was no problem with everyone resting quite that much.

The next day. After breakfast, before proceeding so far, we reached a one-of-a-kind place.

"What the hell?"

"This is brilliantly black and white."

To the squeal of the collector, Artemisia, who was next door, responded as she raised her eyes. Until now, there was an artificial space in front of us that was different from the bitter rocks, such as natural nature itself.

It was an artificially built tunnel. At the top, bottom, left, and right of the tunnel, stretched straight square as measured, the white and black stone slabs were laid on the Acer strip, different from each other, in a stunning city pine pattern.

"Wow, what is this? Wow."

"Karen, if you touch it inadvertently, it's dangerous."

"Mm, I know. How much do you want? Hmm."

At the entrance, Karen, with her knees poked, is being stuck trying to touch a panel in the tunnel.

Who would have made this path with what intent?

The collector grabbed Karen's arm to pull the little kid away from the dangerous one and pulled him in a good way.

You don't like the way he handled it, Karen swelled her cheeks up a bit, twintailing up, a few steps away from the tunnel.

"Rudge. What do you think"

"In the meantime, let's check the perimeter. You can go through here from then on."

"And so you guys split up and look around. Ya. Something unusual, don't touch your hands anyway, call me or Rudge. Look, this isn't pretending."

"Nah, it's like looking at me"

As Karen triangled her eyes, she jumped quickly to reveal her protest.

"Leave Karen to Liza."

"Why are you treating me like a child?"

Karen's protest was promptly silenced and the exploration began. But this is surprisingly difficult. First, I don't know what to look for. This will be left to each discretion, and individual sense of adventure will be questioned.

"Pepper, pepper."

Palme is touching the rock's outpouring. Next to it Artemisia entered a long thought.

"Uhm. I don't know."

"I wonder if this..."

Meryandale is crouching, whirling back at the ground.

"You can't push it. You mustn't push it!

"I know. Whoa. Come on, come on!

Karen was looking pretty toward Liza.

The collectors carefully examined the rock walls around the tunnel. However, the range within reach and so on is known.

As I gaze at the lantern's light, I gradually lose focus. Liza and Karen throw it out early and use sparsely grown weeds to end up getting into the play of grass pulling, which competes for a thousand cuts first.

Sizka, too, is finally tired of nothing, keeping her back on the wall and keeping her eyes closed. Thus, Rudge was the only one who was persistently looking into it.

"Hey, Rudge. There's tea in here. Take a breather."

"Yeah. Almost there"

Even if the collector calls while holding the cup, Rudge has rocky skin on his fingertips to lick it as if it were insensitive. It was a reminder of a noble philosopher whose blue-black rock skin tries to dig out the truth. Rudge carefully explores the wall, as if it were a natural duty for him. Perhaps I don't understand the concentration myself. When leading athletes indulge in an abnormal state of concentration, they become invisible.

"If you look any further, you won't find anything."

As Palme shrugged, Sizka, standing apart, pointed her index finger all the way towards the tunnel, moving her thin jaw slightly.

"Look."

Sooner or later, Sizka unleashed the pebble in her hand, Po. Pebbles jumped and stopped, hitting in turn with blackstone black stone, a city pine pattern laid on Acer's eyes.

"Nothing's going to happen. Maybe this is too much for us to think about."

Meryandale lowered her one eyebrow like she was in trouble.

"Artemisia. I need you to lend me your spear"

"Mm-hmm. I don't mind. What do you use, Sizka?"

Sizka, as she borrowed the Virgin's spear from Artemisia silently, approached the side of the tunnel, using a stone poke and pressing the white floor.

Yeah, and it makes a dull noise, and the floorboard sinks about fifteen centimeters. Karen and Liza rounded their eyes and cheered.

"So, here's the next one"

Sizka continued, pushing the black floorboard with a stone poke, a fine sharp noise descended like a fog rain as soon as possible.

Along with the sound of a sharp blade, the tunnel was immediately filled with countless thorns.

"You're stuck!

When the collector whistles purely, Sizka pulls the spear. At the same time, the thorns that had been buried shortly after crawling out of the tunnel with a cat child returned to their original location.

"I mean, this kind of trap is set up. I'm not sure about regularity either. What you are unfamiliar with is usually not enough if you don't consider it a trap, no matter how many lives you have. Right, Rudge."

"Yeah. Sizka's right. I thought so too, so I was looking for some clue as to how to get out..."

"It's not like we can get through here."

A step forward voice sounds like Karen is going to cry when she distorts her face all the time.

"Klund, if you can't get through here, I think it would be wise to go back and look for a different path."

Liza went in a chilling tone.

"Mm-hmm. But RPG, you know, there's got to be a tip hidden somewhere."

"Ah Rupi Ji? Also, it's not like I used obnoxious words that I don't understand to wind up in smoke."

"Wrapping Karen around smoke doesn't open things up."

Meriandale calmly put a scratch in it.

"Anyway, let's just explore this one more time. I can always go back. As Liza said, when it gets jammed, it might be a good idea to turn back once, but the truth is, there was a way out here, so it would be a shame to find out later. The clues are here."

"On what grounds?

With Palme holding one eye, he asked.

That's what my instincts say.

It's your own business, so I can't stop. Early in the beginning, the collector was beginning to regret trying to look for clues again.

Together we continue to work silently. The atmosphere that seemed to be the most fun to begin with is disappearing. No, just one, Rudge is the only one who shines his eyes behind his glasses, unusually tense.

What do you mean, at all?

I work all the way down the middle waist. My back hurt subtly.

As a result, the concentration close to nothing is compromised from the collectors.

Damn. I just saw this place. The collector glances at the wall with his eyes like he sees his parents' enemies when he spits out "blah". When I realized, I had a palme behind my back. Wow, he looked.

Is that a problem? Everything's getting better now.

The collector now felt like he was going to be able to run through the tunnel that was going to pop out. It's only a fantasy.

I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired.

Meryandale was suddenly motivated for some reason.

I take out something like a brush, sweep away the shaka-shaka and everywhere there, and I don't miss a grain of sand, and I appeal to you all the hard work.

Next to that, I could see Karen signing up for a gibberish with her crying eyes.

- I'm not even doing this anymore, motherfucker!

"Ahhh!

"What's the matter with you!

"Did you find something?

People come together in pieces. The treasurer returned to me and gasped the back of his head.

I shouted out because I was shaky. It is an unspeakable situation.

"Hey. Haha, haha..."

"What! Clarify me."

Rudge bites me like a starving wild dog with his glitzy blue eyes. The octagonal teeth that peeked were sexy.

"Guys, don't rush me. Hey, Klando."

Meryandale gently pulled the hem of his coat and spoke graciously. But is it because you feel like your eyes are sitting on it somehow?

"Wait. Guys, that doesn't make Klund a good tobacco."

Slowly Sizka catches up. This was the hardest part.

The treasurer in distress, wandering, stepped back, backward. Meryandale stares at me with all her comatose eyes, "Why are you leaving me?"

"Uh-huh?

When I lowered, did my elbow hit somewhere on the wall?

I'm sorry. A hard noise rang.

Then, what a difficult sound to describe sounds like Michi.

Grunting, the unpleasant sound of piercing the bottom of his belly gradually grew louder, causing a single statue to emerge from the ground into a space that had never existed before.

"White, stone statue?

I see it in the statue where Karen appeared suddenly, keeping her mouth down. It was an exquisite statue, made by following a woman.

"Guys, look over there!

Across the tunnel with a city pine pattern. Approximately thirty meters earlier, a statue similar to that in front of him stood. In a dungeon with extremely low light intensity, human vision cannot confirm it with clarity. I don't really know the details, but I could somehow see what shaped a blackish person.

"A stone statue of a samurai wearing a helmet and a moustache."

There is no mistake if Karen, who is sloppy and brilliant in vision, decides. The collector was unconsciously pushing in the hidden switch.

It was force majeure, but I'm pretty sure I built a bridgehead for tunnel attack. All I said was, "Ma. I'm glad the trap didn't activate," Rudge said as he showered water from the side.

Apparently, he was unusually sorry he couldn't find a fix first. These places, they're like kids. The collector, smiling sparingly, placed his hand on Rudge's head and stroked it.

"Wouldn't you feel comfortable touching a woman's hair?"

but was the worm bad enough or was it paid for by evil. The treasurer was quite hurt. When I nagged with shovonness, Artemisia gave me a giggly hug with a merciful look.

- My armor seemed so cold and stiff that I could cry, but I decided to keep it quiet.

"That! Something's coming up here."

Meryandale raised her voice, one octave higher, to change the flow.

Nature, everyone's gaze gathers in the direction pointed. There, a giant sheet of paper appeared, trying to float on the stripped rock wall.

"Is it an ancient language? At least, it's not Romless."

As Sizka put her thin fingertips on her chin, Rudge turned her high nose against the tun, in a tone that a classy female teacher looked down on.

I'm proud to win. I thought the collector regretted it so much.

"Ugh. This is ancient Latina. Now, even though the Romless Spacious will not be able to read such a challenging letter, there will not be a few of them. Uh. Oh, yeah, yeah. Naturally, I have mastered it to this extent."

On the bright red corvette front, the collector pushed the nude facing rudge, letting its well-shaped ass protrude, dreaming of the sight of contemplative reproach in the back, and managed to catch his anger.