Dungeon+Harem+Master

Human trash. Someone who praised himself for that. When she thought of the man, Meryandale was in an unpleasant mood with her breasts burning, spitting countless sighs unknowingly.

Robert Paxton. That was the name of the man.

Once, for a short period of time, but with a pattern of adventure together as a partner, I don't have any lok memories. Rather than not, I want to erase everything from my memory.

"Ugh, if it weren't for Klund, I wouldn't have missed you again. No."

I don't feel that good. No, in retrospect, you can say that you are intensely disgusted.

Not that Robert is ungrateful. I left my parents' house and came to Silver Villago shortly after. I don't know the right or the left. It is the man who took her hand and led me.

Robert was the “Prince of the White Horse” himself, young and calm in his waist and once portrayed by his young lady, Meryandale.

Always around me was a little beautiful and there was style just walking down the street. Dawn on the city's circumstances, his face works for the Alchemist Guild as well. With no knowledge to rely on and one loneliness, it was only natural for Meryandale to gradually bring his thoughts to Robert.

There is no such thing as a woman who doesn't like beautiful men in this world. No matter what kind of man he is, he can't fathom himself in front of a rose that blooms now to serve rather than a dead and obsolete flower.

Now it's all bitter, too.

To my mind, Robert was a good opposite teacher who reminded me of reality, to the best of Meryandale's knowledge, of what it was like to have a man with such cowardly sexual roots.

Everyone tends to be fooled at first glance by that attitude of pride, but the contents are as different as gold and lead.

Robert's affection is often masterful of people, but on the other hand, once he resented people, he avenged them in a way that was really shady and turned everyone away.

Of course, Meryandale, who was turning up his fever on Robert, didn't even notice such a thing at all, and there was even advice from a friend he got along with that he couldn't hear.

It was by the death of a friend who gave me advice that Meryandale woke up who was up. She was strangled and her body thrown into the river after being badly humiliated by a thug. The discovery of the incident was the result of a careful examination of the notes she had left behind. The tyrant was asked by Robert to assault Annie, a friend of Meryandale's. The thugs self-determination just before being taken by the Knights of the Phoenix. If you ask me, he was originally a man serving the Paxtons. It was a heavenly progression and retreat when it came to the heavenly sunshine that he dictated himself without giving the name of the Old Lord.

When I thought about it, I was like being nudged by heat, and I didn't see what was around me.

With no particular regret, Robert, who poked at the report he examined, admitted the facts lightly and, naturally, asked Meryandale to cover them up.

Meryandale first noticed by this. That to him, others are only one of the pawns, moving by his own will.

Would you have thought that you were no longer in complete contact? Robert did not allow Meryandale to act against the flag.

Robert was seized by an Alchemist Guild official who lay low outside the room, not even trying to hide his demonic appearance, but attacking to get Meryandale into his hands.

Most importantly, he was the birth of one of the leading aristocrats in Romles, and his murdered friend in Meriandale was nothing but the daughter of an obstinate craftsman.

The incident was buried in darkness by the upper management of the Alliance, who hated the scandal, and Robert was sanctioned by the Alliance of Alchemists with a ban on seeing Meryandale. It was clear that great forces were working.

He knew, as yet, the story of living in Silver Villago was rumoured by the wind, but punished for this, she has deliberately blocked any further information.

By blocking his eyes and covering his ears, he tried to keep away the incident that had taken place. I did, but as a result, I had to rely on it again as a current situation.

Anyway, Robert has to admit that his ability as an alchemist is top notch, even if his sexual roots are rotten.

Being top notch is synonymous with being possessive in alchemists.

In fact, Robert boasted some of his finest possessions in the Alchemist Guild, which resides in Silver Villago. Its collection capacity was so diverse that even the Wang capital was said to have no one to line up a bit, and so many people came purposefully from afar to show me one end of his collection.

Once it was a collection that even seemed proud at a time when Meryandale was still aware of his nature, but once, they only seemed to be as crappy as crap if his mind had gone away.

Regardless, she is also an alchemist at one end, a tacit obsessed with things as a habit, but even if necessary for her own research, what doesn't even occur to her as a sourcing destination is her current value to the man.

- Would her heart have been all that relative again until she bent it?

The look on Meryandale's face has a dark color of worry. When she explained the reason to Loulou, she asked the mansion people to explain it well and went to Robert's residence alone.

He's the only one in possession of the guillotine grass. The likelihood of being out in the city at this time was equal to zero, and I couldn't think of any other possessor with certainty if three days and a deadline were expired.

He arrived in about an hour, rocked by a boarding carriage out of Central City. Among the walls, there was a man's mansion on a small, tall hill with a forest that was isolated from its surroundings.

Hitting the knocker on the door immediately reveals a maid of downwork.

Breathtaking, but somewhat shadowy in her expression, the woman disappeared into the back in an unsatisfactory manner as she passed Meriandale between refraining.

Let's just get the requirements done and go home. Meriandale waited as she shrunk herself in a strangely dim room, squeezing a packed bag of gold coins on her lap that Loulou had asked her to accommodate.

Kata with gold. Not in an elegant way, but guillotine grass is not as expensive a substitute as a branch of a world tree. More or less, the progression of the curse of petrification often means that physical freedom will gradually cease to be advantageous over several days, and there should be a few weeks of respite until the whole body is rigid.

But that special attack unleashed by Cocatrice petrified the Caveman with just one blow. The curse is something that is seldom seen in the literature either, and the sooner the curse is lifted, the better.

"This is, if you think of someone. You're finally willing to accept my love. My dear Meryandale."

"... Robert"

Robert showed up before I could think together. The man, not unlike when he broke up before, was delightfully glowing his elaborate and sculptural beauty. Robert has long eyelashes just to be confused with a woman.

The white skin is so glossy as a smooth ceramic that it seems to suck the soul of the beholder. Only for a moment, I was deprived of consciousness by its breathtaking beauty. At the same time, as she shook off her long finger on her cheek, Meryandale was getting herself up off the couch and up and at a distance.

"What's the matter, Mary? I don't know if I came all this way late at night because you, too, finally meant to."

"No. If I could, I wouldn't have seen you again, though. Visiting the Mansion tonight is only a private separate matter"

"Yeah. Okay. If you want to talk, I'll listen to you while you eat. Unfortunately, I haven't had dinner yet. [M] Or what? You're just gonna push through the requirements besides not even dining with your lover you've just met for a long time? It's a little too glamorous."

"I've finished my meal. Just tea."

It is only with great understanding that we speak of unsolicited things. Meriandale compromised.

"Ha! If that's the case, I'll let the maid have something superb."

"Hey! I'm just gonna have a cup of tea."

"Fine, fine."

Robert had a different intensity of push than the possessor. Meryandale was led to the dining room with her shoulders pressed, and she fell preoccupied with the pace of the prepared evening meal as she lay her mouth on her brother-in-law to the dish served.

(I said just one drink. also......)

In an emergency, but carelessly, he was treated as one lady in a long time in an aristocratic manner and, while recommended, he drank alcohol and was only relieved of Meryandale's stiff attitude.

This is Robert's hand. And now, in the unknown part of Meryandale, he was snooping and snooping at a lot of women. Even if I know, I have an atmosphere where I get drunk.

(I shouldn't. Not if you're doing this. Gotta get down to business)

"What's wrong? The cup is empty already. Let's have a drink tonight, just like we used to."

"I can't. Plus, if you're too drunk, you don't feel comfortable with your feet, and it's inconvenient on your way home."

"You can stay"

Robert's eyes glowed demonic and giddy. Meryandale glanced back at herself as she slammed her cup against the table to inspire herself.

"I can't. I'm already married."

"Hmm. That's not the problem. I don't know what you thought, but the fact that you came back to me is that your husband is an impossible man to satisfy his wife's body. Don't worry. Starting tonight, I'll satisfy Mary. [M] Mind and body."

"A man named you... More than that, I have dined with you. Now isn't it your turn to keep your promise?"

"Let's hear it. I'm a man who keeps his word."

"I have one favor to ask. You remember being a romantic in your collection of materials. I want you to divide the goatgrass. No, you didn't say there wasn't."

"None"

"Nah!"

"... and I would dare to trouble you. Unfortunately, there is enough to measure it in a car. Come on, I don't know what to do."

"If it's money, I've got it. Let me buy it for your good value."

"Mary. You are too honest. It's not a mattomo human way of negotiating. You can see as many feet as you want."

"If you think so, you can split it for free, or I'd like you to show me your manhood."

"I'm not that fond of people. For the most part, it's limited to what I use it for. Now, has someone close to you been eroded by a serious curse? Hmm, a picture star."

"It's none of your business"

Robert has his white throat up and down, leaking a laugh with pleasure. On Meryandale's temple, a tingly angry crystal ran and almost accidentally threw the cup in front of her, but she managed to muster all the self-control she could have.

"Can you give it to me or not? Be manly, let me get this straight. If you can't, you're wasting your time. I don't have time for this."

I screamed in a hurry. Robert snorted with his hands together in front of the table as he fished his lips for fun.

"Don't rush. Hmm, I need something to think about. Hmm."

Meriandale waited for a response with her fist placed on both knees, clenched tightly. Only the noise of the luxurious large clock needle progressing, situated in the middle of the dining room, was heard slightly louder.

That time, though not often, should have been long, but if I had taken it to Meryandale, it would have seemed even at the time of the perpetual robbery.

"Right. I don't want money. I've never had a problem with money."

"Well, then, you can't give it away."

"No, let's give way to the guillotine grass. For me, it's unnecessary, but for you, it's hard to replace the value of a thousand gold. subject to conditions."

Sora, Meryandale thought. Without money, there's only one thing a man wants. The collector will surely not rejoice, even if he is wholly happy with the medicine he has obtained until he has defiled himself. I took control of the flight.

"Robert. If it's for guillotine grass, drink any terms. However, if you want my chastity, I can only ask you to like this body that has gotten cold in this place later. Yeah, because otherwise, when I resume underground against my husband, I don't know what to look like."

Meryandale lay on the tablecloth as he pulled his dagger out of his hips.

The blade is well polished and not a little cloudy. It reflects the brightness of the lamp on the tabletop, glittering and silver. Robert confirmed that he had only stifled himself for a moment, and the hoarding dropped.

"I didn't expect you to stab me in the nail. Well, it's harder to keep talking about this."

"What were you asking for?

"Mary. I wouldn't be so frightened. I'm not gonna ask you to do anything terrible."

"Is it true"

"Oh."

"Specifically?

"It just makes me feel better. And as a token of gratitude, you spontaneously make me feel better. It's gonna be a win-win."

"I'm leaving. Goodbye."

"It's a joke... Yeah, I'm just getting a lot of alchemy research going on, too. I needed a good assistant around here. Right, three days or so. Live in and help me with my research. Guillotine grass is close to the lowest rank in my collection, but if you're out of time to collect it, it's worth a lot. Although this condition is quite concessional. I don't think so."

"... ok. On that condition, please."

"Right."

"Except!"

"Oh, my God, oh my God. Do you have any more conditions on this? I wonder how long you've had such a glamorous personality. Oh, I'm so sad."

"Serving Robert as an assistant is fine though. You can promise me that you won't touch me one finger for as long as you help me research."

"Oh no...!

"Awesome because I imagined what from the start!

"A friendly man and woman punch into one thing in the Chamber. I mean, it wouldn't be unnatural if some mistake were made between you two, would it?

"Whatever! I'm a wife. You can't be allowed to do that. If you impose iniquity by pushing, even by imposing imposition, you will also be judged by law. I'm not the little girl I used to be anymore. Robert, you must have been taken care of by your father. Next time you do something ominous, it should be obvious that you'll be framed for spending time under house arrest in a sitting cell until you die."

"Okay. Because I get it. Let's swallow that condition. I swallow. From me, I don't touch one finger on your skin. But you might want to change your mind and let me hold you. Is that okay?"

"No, never, never."

"The period of three days is long. More than you think."

Meryandale thought you were really right.

If you're going to swallow Robert's demands, you have to stay out for at least a few days. As I seem to state many times, she was born and educated in a noble house with an average sense of chastity. While officially married, staying in a man's house other than his husband, etc. is unlikely to be sane shabbat first, and contrary to Romlesian doctrine.

As for Meryandale, it's a painful place, but I sent a message to the Mansion for a good reason.

The rooms reserved for maids were of a fine quality that was well cleaned without any dust, but it was unlikely that they would be able to fall asleep in peace when they thought about the keeper or the unbearable time that would be required from tomorrow. Still, she was young and physical and mental fatigue craved sleep.

"It's a lot of stuff for now, so keep the locks tight"

Meriandale decided to wipe her body clean with hot water and go to bed when she tightened the key to the room. If it's true, I want to soak it in the tub and sweat it thoroughly, but if Robert thinks I'm going to surprise you, I'm not going to be exposed to horrible, defenseless looks.

"Wait. I'm sure I'll try to help."

At least I want to meet the zodiac just in my dreams. I put my hat on my pillow and wrapped it around my blanket as I normally wear it. I squeezed my protective dagger over my chest. That's about it, I didn't trust Robert.

Out and mellow, I thought about Robert earlier. Apparently my spirit is tougher than I thought. Still occasionally floats on the eye lid. about when Robert, who I believed, was leopardized by the beast and attacked. The feeling of being pulled a thousand pieces of clothing, breathing out a raw odor in your ear, and your body wandering around with cold arms like a dead man can be clearly thought of in the back of your brain. Meryandale threw his consciousness into the bottomless well as he thought hard about how to get Robert out of there from tomorrow anyway.

Dreams.

I'm in a dream.

Meryandale had a friendly meal in his own workshop where he once lived, together with his collector. No one gets in the way. The background is still white. I can't think of the content of the conversation, but the unique sound emitted by the man I love is pleasant. Words don't make sense. As dogs and cats squeal, the sound doesn't make sense in itself, but you just calm down listening.

"Uh-huh. Krando."

I hit a turnaround in the first place. About, and the feeling of the metallic thing that was placed over my chest slipping off, my blurred consciousness is drawn back to reality.

(Ah. Ha, ha...? Uh. Where am I?)

For a moment, I didn't know where I was. Gradually, he remembered that he had stayed at Robert's mansion to get antipetroleum material, not the mansion's own room, and Meriandale leaked his yawn very small. I guess it's only midnight.

Unexpectedly, he felt something like an unpleasant heat wave chilling to his neck, instinctively frightened. With little or no thought, I moved my neck.

"Hih, ugh."

I can't breathe. I was shocked like I had my heart eagled by a mole, and I was about to pass out.

- There was a man sitting in a chair, his eyes shining, peeking into his own face.

I screamed with enough momentum to bleed out of my dry throat.

An unusual intruder. Robert, as he narrowed his eyes pleasantly, lit a light on the lamp on the stationery on the pillow, laughing lowly.

"Why are you here?"

"Mm-hmm. That's because I wanted to look at your sleeping face."

I followed it like a natural right. Blood on your head all at once. When Meryandale caught his eye, he unilaterally stuffed Robert with such a kicky voice that he thought he was ugly himself.

(I've never even shown Cland such a defenseless sleeping face!

"Please leave."

"I don't yell that much. If you make a scene in the middle of the night, you won't sleep well."

Robert disappeared outside the door to be sucked into the darkness with a proper mucus grin on.

Meanwhile, Meriandale's anger doesn't subside at all. I locked it tightly before going to bed, but the key was easily removed.

"Ahhh. Whoa. I'm angry and I'm not going to sleep."

Angry enough to go back to bed again, but encouraging adrenaline secretion to feel good about disgust and humiliation, the sleeper ran away somewhere. In boredom, the night dawns. Meryandale was brilliant and had his way before the battle began.

"Good morning."

"Ya. Nice morning, Mary."

By the time the white morning sun set, I had given up sleeping and made myself comfortable. Going out into the hallway, a bloody Robert, such as plenty of sleep, stood still, letting his cheeks blush all the way to redness. As I was squealing my toes and morning greetings, they handed me as many cages as I could hold. Meryandale received it reflexively, then asked late.

"Um, Robert. What is this?

"Mm-hmm. In getting me to help work today, I prepared a special uniform. As Mary knows, it's no surprise what kind of incident happens to the alchemy exam. I wonder if I'm prepared for that."

(Is that it? I wonder if you want more serious help than I thought. But good. You don't have to give me an order for this)

"Okay. I hope you get dressed for this."

"You're good and helpful."

Meryandale went back to the room with a shittiness, shamed by his unilateral decision.

I've been living away for a long time now.

In the meantime, he may have changed his mind and been reborn into a true human being.

The thought was splendidly smashed the moment the package was opened.

"What is it! You little swimsuit. Ha!

"You're dressed well, though."

Meriandale twisted herself in the grim gaze of Robert.

Anyway, it was just a bikini in the name of the “special uniform” that was handed to me.

The top and bottom of the bright red microbikini also on the eyes have only a very small area, to the extent of slightly covering the nipples and pussy.

With the shame of running like a flame, the noodle from Meriandale's neck was lit like a pop of water.

Robert has a soggy gaze, and he comes visually raped to lick it from his ankle to his chest. Meryandale took her gaze off the man and got deeply depressed.

"If I didn't wear it, I would try to imitate it unnecessarily intangibly...... Ah. I don't really see it as giddy. Shy."

"It suits you. You look great, Mary. Look, you're gonna spend the next three days like that. Don't take off the bikini when you're working or sleeping."

"I knew...... like this. No, you can't. Ha... I'm not allowed to do this."

The entangling gaze was obscene. I feel like I'm being stroked with my whole body, and the electricity that hits me halfway between chills and pleasure frightens and stimulates my cranial nerves.

"If you don't listen to me, you can't give me the guillotine grass."

"Dastardly, sir."

"Still, you have to obey me. Come on, have a nice breakfast and yukoka."

Robert moves on to the dining room, naturally following. Meryandale follows her back with a relaxed walk as she fixes the position of her misaligned feather hat.

(But think about it, even Liza spends all year dressed up like this. If you get used to it...... Yeah, maybe there's no such thing. Besides, Robert has decided to enjoy watching my shy demeanor. Instead, I feel like I don't care about anything, and I have to make him regret it the other way around. I'll deal with him, so I'll follow him.

Meryandale recalled Dark Elf's Liza and rather endeavored to assume that this outfit was normal. Fortunately, the processing of the delicate zone is complete, assuming that it will be held by the collector.

"You're welcome because you're shy... I am normal. I'm normal."

I brainwash myself, whining with bumps. Otherwise, it wasn't very, but it wasn't going to be bearable. In other words, Liza is abnormal.

When we arrived late in the dining room, the table already had breakfast support in place. Last night, a maid who served me looked at Meryandale's outfit and said, "What is this pervert?" It had an extremely obvious reaction. My cheeks got hot like a cup of fire. Come on, Mary. Don't lose, Mary. Meriandale desperately continued to cast a self-alluding spell in her heart.

Breakfast was extravagant, but no food sprang at all in front of an unforgivable man. Besides, last night, I could barely sleep because of the perverted man in front of me.

Meryandale carried a distressed, hot, amber liquid as she rowed the ship, but disrespectfully if not kept her mouth shut about the soup.

"Ugh!"

The smell was uncharacteristically consommé soup, but it stood up in the mouth, which, on several occasions, was received from the keeper, the man's array itself.

No way. No way. My eyes spin around and bitter things run up my esophagus and reach my throat.

Robert's eyes glow with a chill that doesn't make him feel like a reptile. When I took my seat, I covered my mouth and jumped out into the hallway. With tears in his eyes, he managed to put only his neck outside, smashing the contents of his stomach without leaving it behind.

"What's the matter, Mary? Heh heh. Don't make the food crude."

"You suck."

He glanced at Robert as he stood softly behind him as he wiped his mouth. I can't stand it. It is all for the sake of the keeper that he must endure such humiliation.

(If you find a gap and find a guillotine grass...... It's about being ready. Hey)

"What do you say? My morning squeeze is best. It'll be thicker than your husband's."

"Don't think everyone has your abnormal sexuality"

"But you just sipped, and you felt it. I mean, do you talk about it on a daily basis?

"I'm not supposed to answer that."

roared, stripping his fangs. Robert grinned lightly, flat against his high nose.

"Ma, okay. Shall we continue our meal? The food gets cold."

"Keep doing that. You think I'm gonna talk?

"But if you don't eat, you won't have a body."

"Mix the weird stuff up, that's good."

"Okay, okay. Surrender. You don't have to eat, I'll take care of it."

"You will have a maid!

"I want you to do it. Or something. You refuse? I guess the contract is broken."

"You are, really, cowardly"

Meryandale shuddered herself in fierce humiliation, accepting inadmissibility, taking on the service.