Dungeon+Harem+Master

I crossed a distracting long night. Open the eyelid that was stuck. The truly fine and tiny grains of sand that had accumulated fell from the rust. The keeper shuddered small as he let his nose snort at the smell of the air that was happening.

"Ugh, Bellamy. Regardless of your preference, don't get edoko tone..."

I feel like I've got a lot of sand buildup behind my nostrils after all that massive kushami. What an uncomfortable feeling. Since last night, it has been normal for me to cuddle with Palme, roll my coat around, and sleep sideways. This woman.... no, is it okay with a woman?

Anyway, Palme doesn't refuse to hug and sleep at all when the temperature drops for claiming he's a man. That's a funny story, too. Think of yourself, replacing it with Palme. I don't care how cold it is, will you try to outrun the cold until you cuddle with a gutty bastard? Yes, I don't think so at all.

No, I'd choose to freeze to death. Homo die. Nonke lives. The collector was terribly shocked to imagine himself sleeping while burying his face in the bastard's thick breastplate.

If I could, it was an unlimited, profound shock, like when I found out that the dog I had because I thought it was wood was actually Germanic Shepherd. Even myself, I don't know what that is. Terrible.

In fact, the problem, it's not that unbearable cold, and a man should endure it.

Zaba, and rises himself out of the sand. Gradually, the area becomes pocky. The thirst of waking up is intolerable. From the skin bag he was wearing on his hips, sip a sip of water and forcefully peel off his tense upper jaw and tongue. Good morning, and Palme also woke himself up from the sand futon. My hair is stuck like a sheep in hot water. The white eyes of the half-open eye are congested. Sand. It was all because of this sand.

"I hate sand"

Hitting a grudge on the sand doesn't solve anything. To make a point in the first place. Oh, is it bad for us that we got stuck in a visible trap? I don't think the person who created this dungeon is bottom-line.

The collector woke up Palme as he lay down for a long time to relax his stiff shoulder muscles.

"Come on, it's a clear morning. Let's have an ops meeting."

"What the hell, not at all"

Palme had a grudge. When he looked, he rubbed under the reddish eye lid.

That's pretty bad.

Her condition sucked enough to be seen with one eye. Overall, the skin is blue-black. Because of the moisture, nutrition, and lack of rest, the decay was extreme.

She won't be around for long. Convinced. In the unlikely event that Alizigok, squatting under this ass, doesn't strike until tomorrow, it's suspicious if her life holds that much.

"In conclusion. If we're going to survive, we're going to climb up that hill and escape to the safe zone before we defeat Cave Arijgok. That's all."

"... I can't do that, it's, like, no more"

"Don't give up. It's okay. We're not eating dinner with Locke right now, so we should be lightening up a lot. If you adjust your step well -"

"So! He said no! That's not gonna work!

"Ugh?

Palme cried out waggly as he kushacked his face. It's a kinky voice echoing empty stomachs. When the treasurer held down his belly, he watched her crying and losing her degrees.

"In the first place, we weren't helpful when we fell into this place!

"You're good! I'm sure you'll have strength until your people come and help you!

"But I can't. I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to be able to stand any more cold or hot!

"Why, why, this is happening! I wanted to live more, more!

"You saw yesterday's! Demons don't use bluffs to negotiate! I can't stop you anymore!

"I still had a lot to do, what I wanted to do!

The treasurer dared not deceive Palme. You'd better blow up your emotions here. She is not a Japanese who bites her lips in silence, even if she wants to.

Nevertheless. Nevertheless.

(What the hell? Ah. To this point, I can't believe you can cry grandiose. Isn't this the truth, the woman herself...!

I fought the unshort months, with the women, sweating and sometimes keeping their lives together.

Let me tell you from that experience, it was the first time I had ever seen a kind of woman cry out of her emotions so far in front of me. Looking weak, even Lacey and Meryandale were bound to set their sexual roots and be prepared if they were to be depressed to the impatient situation.

Scared by Palme's moans and fears, she was the woman herself, just as the sawdust dreamed of everyday.

As if to release the stress accumulated in the accumulation, Palme struck and waved with his slender arms, sobbing like a child, gradually slamming the chest of the collector.

(Speaking of which, I think I heard it in a lecture on sociology or something. Tell the story that most of the sexual identity disorders are, in fact, only assumed by the person)

On words, I claim to be a man if I do, but unconsciously, I do the trick of leaning on nature. Here, what matters is not whether her spirit is really a man or not.

It's how to get rid of Palme's fright. The collector, when he grabbed her arm, which he did no good, drew in a ghoul and hugged him. Porky breasts, on my chest, but I didn't know the wonder and lust. It's strange for me, but it's very similar to how I feel when I adore Lucille, a young girl, on my lap or something. Palme began to squeal her nose when she buried her face in her chest, not doing anything to push her away.

"... treat me like a girl. I'm a man."

"Yes, sir. I don't care. I don't care."

"Did you have a sexual habit of hugging a man and rejoicing? You pervert."

"I don't care so much about spirituality, at least if the package is a woman."

"Damn, it's humiliating..."

When Palme poked at the chest of the keeper, he poked his hands in the sand and laughed hehe. While scratching up the stranded hair, there is an irresistible aroma of colour in the modus operandi. The tear-wet eyes looking straight back at this one were clear. She blushes to shame that she cried, imitating the chest of the treasurer. The change took place then.

A wobble across a far underground layer of sand on which the two were sitting approached the direct.

That's him. I looked at Palme and his face.

Earlier than expected, Cave Arijigoku cut the paralysis and started acting.

"Apparently, here he is. I don't think they're gonna let us get away with this."

"What shall we do?"

"- Kill me. There is no other way to survive."

Once the mind was established, the stray disappeared. The enemy is an outcast who manipulates the sand freely. If we can no longer wish to negotiate, the collectors must also fight as one creature.

"Stay away. He won't attack us at the same time."

Love knife at the waist. Pulled out the black lion. A black single-edged body glows like wet. It was as if the murderous temper from inside the collector had been accommodated.

It was Cave Arijgok who set it up first. He began to dig into the sand with great momentum when he arced around the treasurer. The circle begins to form a conical hole as it shrinks.

The luminosity of the hikarigoke, slightly subtracted from the ceiling, is low, but if it was so close, it was shown differently that its speed was phenomenal.

In the first war, the sand struck me in the eye and I didn't know exactly what the enemy's attack was, but in this way it would be Cave Alizigok's Favorite Attack that shrunk the siege net and captured the prey.

Cave Arijgok keeps moving as he dives in the sand. I could feel my standing position dropping at an awesome speed.

The circle narrows. The intention of being blown to death.

- The tide of battle, at last, is superb.

Arijigoku comes all the way to chewing up his keeper with a giant jaw.

Naturally, a death that can be pressed unilaterally is not acceptable. I set my aim and waved my long sword vigorously. Will this sound be heard if the thick iron plate is bent by force? One of the giant jaws, with all the black lions that the treasurer waved, slapped brilliantly and broke, made him dance high in the void.

but also enemies. Arijgok's fighting spirit is to that extent unwavering with fine dust. The uninterrupted shock of language struck the flank of the treasurer. It is a blow that seems to have separated the torso.

One of the remaining scissors struck out the inevitable belly. The speed with which they drove through the sand was scarcely diminished, and they were aggregated with no remnants, attacking the body of the collector.

Same goes for eating a rafter arm that moves at a high speed. In fact, in this blow, the main organ of the collector had suffered fairly serious damage on a wide scale.

Like a rubber clump, Pawn and his body leaped into the universe. I didn't have time to scream and stuck it out of my head in the sand. The eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and leftover sand push in.

This is it again.

I was obsessed, and I got in shape. Arijigoku looms fast like a shark cutting between waves. I can't breathe. Like a dog exposed to heat waves, he gave out his tongue and dazed away.

Fighting on a slope with a conical slope. I can't balance it. My spine froze.

It was then. From the rear, something round was thrown towards Arijgok.

Bread and bounce it temporarily blocked the sight of the enemy. I looked behind my back. Palme threw a cob of beetle camels at him. The viscosity of the cob, which contains a large amount of oil and fat, is excellent.

This instant split the victory and defeat.

The collector took his last bet as he fell towards Arijgok.

I clenched the black lion with both arms, like crashing, jumped.

The square arijgok's head became dewy from the sand.

The body of the treasurer flies straight like an unleashed arrow. The cutting edge was sucked into the middle of Alizigok's head d 'oeuvre.

- It was a brilliant decision to poke your hands all over the place.

Dos, a black blood tide ejected as hard as a fountain.

The collector quickly pulled out his long sword with both legs over his head as he stared sideways at the giant of the arijgok trembling.

"Fuck you. This son of a bitch..."

"You did it, Klando!

"Hey, don't come because it's dangerous."

Palme, who watched the battle in the distance, approached him as he slid his butt down the slopes of the sand.

Oh, it was late when I thought. Parme, who was about to rise, fell out of balance, rolling as he rolled, rolling to the edge of the hole.

While I put my sword in my sheath, I couldn't help it, and the keeper froze my cheek loose. Indeed, the cave Alizigok, which he was supposed to have finished, moved faintly.

As soon as possible, there were no holes left and they collapsed. As it is, it is buried in a sea of sand, along with the dead Alijgok.

The sound of the river's spiral gradually turns to dull and loud. The collector instinctively began to cut sand and run up the slope in an attempt to escape the hole.

I saw each other. Palme did see a keeper in a sea of crumbling sand. A burning flame ran all over my body. The faces of the children waiting to return.... Run. Anyway, we're not that close. If you jump in there, you won't be able to help. Someone whispers in his head. He's luggage. If you were alone, you wouldn't have had so much difficulty, and you would have lived long. There's not much water left. No one will curse you for being a coward. Emergency evacuation. But so, are you sure?... No, that's not good. I was smiling. Faster than I thought, my body moved. I can't do anything. So much sand. If I just can't breathe, my life will be in danger, too. Really? I kicked sand and jumped into the buried point of Palme. The world is buried in the sand. The body, the consciousness, dissolves in the sandy sea and disappears. Grabbed the wrist. It was thin and unreliable. I won't die. Will I die here? In a sea of crumbling sand, I resisted. Fight, fight, lead to fate. I'm not gonna die like this.

"I'll just leave you one. Aside from the bedroom."

"Huh...?

That's what Palme told her husband the night after the wedding, he grabbed the hem of his nightwear hard and stood up jizzily.

It was the spring of fifteen.

For her, who was born into a nobleman and raised to be a butterfly, a flower, it was only natural, as her parents put it, to daughter-in-law to a determined man.

Of course, I never looked at Locke until my wedding day. If you're old, if you're fuzzy, you can't have a sweet romance or anything.

But from an early age, there was no choice for Palme, who was knocked into the brain's medulla by his parents to live as a good wife and good mother. She has hardly ever spoken to a man until she was married. At the very least, I was wondering if you could say kind words about the first night, but my expectations were crushed by brittle but dusty dust.

Leaving the room in awe, the night was a spacious living room, sitting blurry on the couch until morning. A maid who ate the year she came to clean her face surprised to see herself. It was an engraved memory with humiliation.

My husband was a nobleman with an old patterned finger fold, even in the romance. Regardless, parents who are local aristocrats can only see about their husbands, who are much more titled than they are, about the billboards they took.

Palme's husband was gay. His marriage to Palme was a result of his inability to withstand the pressure from his relatives and, as a natural consequence, there was no love there. There is no place for love to be born.

My husband refused Palme in consideration of his petitioning concubine. These things were well known facts to the mansion's youngest daughter, whose eyes seeing Palme as if she had not been dealt with by her husband were a dos black with a mixture of pity and contempt.

Though ostensibly treated as a full wife, it was in the mansion, practically a hateful boy who had just turned twelve, who was wielding power. Palme, who was a boxed girl, had no one to talk to, and when it came to being able to do so, it was all about being stuck in a room all day long, biting the ends of the sheets and giving them a cry.

It wasn't six months after my daughter-in-law that the tragedy happened. A concubine snuck into Palme's bedroom.

The boy mistakenly thought that he could come to Casa and free himself to the young body of Palme.

At first, it was fear, and the next manifestation was clear anger.

I am my rightful wife. You have to be insulted by strange creatures who don't even know why such a man or woman is. The boy, up close, was a beauty that was just disputed with a beautiful girl, but it stood stiff, pumping the beastiality of the male too surely.

Naturally, Palme's anger exploded. Pulling through the short knife I had left sneaking on my pillow, I first slashed it without hesitation towards the boy's face.

The boy called for help with a pitiless, frightened voice as he rolled off the bed, blooding the beauty that was hailed as more valuable than a jewel. Doyadhya and the inhabitants of the mansion stopped by a room late at night. Palme, in front of his grumpy husband, forced to scratch the boy's penis off, releasing it with a nagging smile. Oh, now I'm refreshed. but the Palme tragedy did not end.

My husband didn't keep Palme apart for fear of shame leaking outside. When I stopped by my family, I now turned away my wife, who had acted unusually, even further. And despite the incidents so far, his juvenile fishing never stayed.

Fine. Then let me do what I want. Palme began to draw whores into the mansion from one end this time, as ironically as a homosexual husband. It's not my husband who deals with them. It is this self. Palme told the inhabitants of the mansion, "I have the spirit of a man. They said publicly that they were my best friends," and became fond of men's clothing, appealing all the more to their anomaly.

It is a yakuza. Palme, when he naked the whores, woke up with him, but he never learned to lust for it. I missed him. I wanted to touch people's warmth.

To begin with, the whore finds out his opponent is not a man. No, he clearly showed disgust.

but soon when my instincts in front of me showed that Palme didn't feel that way, I treated her like a mother and started loving her.

Eventually the anomaly ended with an ironic ending. One of the whores possessed her husband's son.

Palme's husband held one of the hookers in a booze momentum, but when the woman gave birth to a boy, the situation changed instantly. The husband liked to draw the whore in, and the whore who wanted to take the child he had begotten as a trail of nobility took Palme out.

Palme froze his heart, as the obvious change in the whore who thought like his sister like his mother.

Originally, there was no love or other fine dust, and my husband doesn't even try to get this look or familiarity with Palme from his potentially planted fears. There is no reason for a male family to turn one day into a normal on the border.

It was a natural consequence that her husband, nearly forty years later, took her to know how good a woman was and became intensely neglectful of Palme, who had once slaughtered and killed her own pet. The separation edge was done without delay. My husband threw a lot of money at Palme's home to help him shut up. It was the spring day, three years after the day she left the house and married.

Palme, who came back, had to change. There was no such thing as a puppet who had heard so much about her parents that a strange monster appeared abruptly in the mansion who preferred men's clothing to coarse language.

Wearing a single coat like a man, I don't know where I got it, but with a long sword on my hips, I strolled downtown like an unreliable man.

- That's from the Brachelle family.

Palme liked to jump into a dangerous place and behaved as if there was no fear or anything. Anything that looked at her as a woman and scorned her challenged the battle like crazy by eating up to the point. Happy or unhappy, she had the gift of a sword, and her arms were above standard.

Here, Palme learns something called an adventurer. Nothing she wanted to do. As a leisure time to die, she was to be drowned in its unreliable operation.

My parents lost interest in Palme, which was no longer the end of someone else, and were half afraid. You will not suffer from the money that will be depleted. If any clan wanted Palme in, they wouldn't have said no first. To that extent, it was beautiful.

The leader of the clan is almost a man. To be liked by them, I stopped wearing men's clothes and tried to wrap them around feminine clothes.

Of course, there's no way that a female member from the beginning would have a crush on Palme. Palme, in his warped spirit, often kept staring with his comatose eyes at the clan he entered.

I hate men and such. That said, I don't essentially like women. Palme was always exploring his place in the newly joined clan. The guidelines are good. Relatively, she was born with only one special ability that no one else could do quite well with anyone.

In other words, they were able to communicate with every organism. Talent of the Warcrafter (Tamer). Palme's abilities, every time he crossed every clan, were gradually being polished, but mainly his abilities continued to be hidden. I don't trust anyone else. But the feeling of continuing to seek someone who could forgive my heart did not disappear. Palme liked to interact with female members. It's like I publicly proclaim myself a homosexual every day. The reaction was mating by people. One revealed his disgust openly. Romless national religion does not recognize homosexuality and raises it as one of the five evils. Acts that do not involve reproduction are basically virtuous. Religious people are generally allowed to make children with the aim of pure poverty but without being vulgar as necessary evil. It is a whorehouse near a church facility, and the most utilized type of job is a boy.

Somewhere in his heart, Palme was waiting for someone to accept such a distorted self. When it comes to myself, "I have a man's heart" and "I like a woman," first of all, I usually get up and distance myself. Or, some people saw that only as women, irrelevant, but I didn't like that, either, for wagamama's sake. It strips away all the decorations and hangs out with me as a single person. There is no such person. I was looking for it even if I knew it.

Palme swims through blurry, fading memories.... Oh, yeah. That's why I approached you. I envied them when they got along on the water. The whores who said my sister and I taught Palme in bed only the methodology of how to satisfy a man efficiently. They breathe in the body without being practiced. I hated the existence of myself thinking about this in gushagusha. From the beginning, if I had been born a man, I would have stretched out and lived without such humiliation. I remember the words my grandmother praised me for. Palme is a good sewer. I'm sure you'll make a good wife. Without any consignment. myself that day that I could ask in vain. Drag your flirty skirt off. I wanted to go back. Back then, I thought of my marriage as a wife, a mother, full of hope.

A thick, gobbly thing stroked my cheek. Palme was there and realized for the first time that he was crying. Coughing hard, a long, shallow black face was peeking this way.

"Finally, you seem to have noticed!

Blink. He smiled too blindly. When Palme woke up, he looked around. There, already, the spacious space had spread everywhere, not at the bottom of the sand that had been swamped over the past few days.

"What about this one?

"The Rudges found it for me. Take us. Thanks for saving me!

I remember. The outrageous act he jumped at himself. I rubbed a raised tear on my eye lid with my back of my hand. Shit, I'm gonna cry.

"Oh, oh."

Palme loosened her cheeks to rejoice and noticed her gaze strangely frightened as she looked at herself.

Yes. He and they are strongly, strongly linked. Eliminating foreign molecules is a natural course of action. Separately, he and I were spending time alone. I knew from the beginning that they preferred men. Yep. Come on, I like it, but this relationship.

"Have you always been alone?"

Sizka's expression. I don't even try to hide my hostility, as I see my parents' enemies. It was of the same quality as when the whores threw themselves out of the mansion.

- I know, I know, that feeling.

"Aha, haha!

"Palme?"

Thanks for your help. I can't believe I can't even thank you.

A surprising myriad of eyes pierce me. This is an emotion only a woman understands.

"You don't have to worry. I'm gay. You're not interested in Klander, are you?

"Uh. What does that mean?

Meryandale pushed the sand up his shoe tip and stepped closer.

"It means I like women, not men. Otherwise, you're a traitor."

Her eyes stained with frightening colors. Looking over, a few of them were clearly showing how they had stayed.

This way, I knew very well how the Romulan teachings that I had been familiar with since childhood had become a strong spiritual pillar.

The right thing is expensive. What is evil is humble.

"Me. I'll be free. I guess you guys move on. It's not the same clan. I can't take care of you that much."

The look on the women's faces. It changes so complicated that it is not revealed in one thing. In contrast, Palme was faceless. I can't scratch around any more. I thought it was polite to leave like this.

Palme walked out when he got up. Did you bump it somewhere, my right knee hurt badly. Ku, he leaked his voice and rolled unnecessarily. My voice goes up in the rear. I raised my face all over the sand. After the collapsed wind crest, tears engulfed me. They grabbed my shoulder. Move your gaze.

"Send it to the entrance"

He was a collector. Palme didn't like it silently. I didn't want to be anyone's burden any more.

"Fine. I can walk myself."

"Rudge. We were the first of eighteen layers to fall. This is the nineteenth floor."

"Oh. I had a hard time getting this far at all......! Hey, wait. Wait, Klando. I'm not done talking about me yet."

"You have a transfer formation ahead of you. All right, Palme. Shoulders, I'll lend you. Let's have two tripods."

Proceed in such a way that the collector completely ignores Rudge. A voice thrust through the top of my head.

"Ahhh. Why don't you even listen to me! More or less, it's like a woman who doesn't know is more important than us. In the first place."

"Ugh! You're going to talk about what a man does. Eh!!

Lion roar.

A trembling voice was emitted all the way up to the ceiling of the cave.

Rudge pokes his butt in the sand with Petan. How shocked it was to be yelled at.

Then, wow, I raised my voice and cried out.

"Keh. Come on, let's go, Palme"

"But do you mind? Follow her better than me."

"- That's okay. And relieve the injured Lord Dachi."

Palme groaned two or three times, twisting his face oddly. I'm not even old enough to have romantic fantasies.

Still. Still. Like sparkle and children. When I look into my clear eyes, my vision becomes gloomy.

"This is it. Is that the beginning of a beautiful friendship?

The collector showed ivory white teeth as he raised a single eyebrow as he blew out loudly.