Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Cute cute maid then. Help me with my meal."

"What happened to that maid?"

"Nataliya let him back down. I don't want to be disturbed by your love conversation with me."

Was that unfathomable maid named Nataliya? Maybe Robert can't have gotten his hands on a maid as beautiful as that. I don't care.

In short, from today on, I'm going to change my mind and let myself serve and be happy. Meryandale tried to break it all off with a small sigh of yes.

"Oh, no problem. If only I could feed him. Hmm."

"Angry faces are cute too, Mary"

"Don't call me casual"

Stand directly next to Robert sitting at a square long table and serve. The man, showing his white and beautiful teeth, demands with his eyes, "Let him drink the soup". Meryandale, careful and distracted from Robert's sagging gaze, shrugged the soup with a spoon and carried it to his mouth.

(Ugh. I'm looking. I'm looking at you with amazing eyes. Whoa)

As I move the spoon, my chest really moves closer to Robert's face. If it is the usual outfit, it is still intolerable, but now it is only the microbikini that Robert ordered me to wear and forced me to wear.

In particular, the chest, which only slightly covers the tip of the breast, is indefensible itself. It is a promise not to touch the skin in any way, but whenever I lean over my body, whenever I pierce the fabric of my bra, as Robert's eyes devour, the area of my clavicle to my neck muscles become red with embarrassment.

"Mary. This way, you're pretty compelling. Heh heh, there's a porcupine here. It's really sexy. I wonder if your husband has noticed this properly."

"Shut up and just move your mouth"

"The valley of my chest is sweating. Are you excited?"

Next, what?

"Right. Next, shall I get boiled eggs? Strip the calamari."

Meryandale forced himself into Robert's mouth as he bared his eggs with a rambling hand while blushing his face red. Only for a moment, I rounded my eyes gnawed, but when a man chews as if nothing had happened, he commands risotto, fish dishes and order. Each time,

"My tits are sweating..."

"My nipples are standing. Do you want me to pick it?"

"Mary. Your lips are plump. Can I kiss you?"

and so on and has been making a series of sexual harassment remarks about fountains.

(Stone. It's going to be stone... I am stone)

Meryandale saved the anger gauge of his soul by the compulsion of a service he had never even gone to the collector, making a grunt noise. At the end of the painful meal time, Robert wiped his mouth and ordered him to come to the workshop an hour later, leaving the dining room behind.

"Geez, I'm tired. Ha-huh."

Meryandale sat back in the chair in a gestured manner, his chest patterned with his hands.

Even though it was the cheerfulness of spring, it continued to be disgraced as if it were a whore.

Some time after Robert disappeared, a belly bug rang. Again, I've tried to be strong, but I'm quite comfortable without rice. Looking around the table with Kyorokyoro, a rusk in a vine cage caught my eye. Sure, that was Robert speaking plainly, too. No way, you're unlikely to be mixing something weird up to something you eat.

(Hey, just a little bit, a little bit, you can eat...)

Reaching gently to Rusk, Nataliya, a maid who came in like a shadow, quickly snatched the cage.

"Ahhh!

"Something"

I can stare at Giroli. In an obvious hostility, moments, barometric pressure.

"No, it's nothing"

"Really? Now, please return to your room and do not wait for your husband."

"Yes......"

This is it. The fierce jealousy of the maid, deprived of her husband's love, is dissipated.

"and cheeks."

Meryandale returned to the given chamber with her belly ringing with a kick-ass hunger.

Bite your hunger and wait for time to pass. Somehow, everything was already full at this point, but in a way, I had to go if I thought it was the same thing to finally get onto Robert's home base.

"All right. I'm coming."

Meryandale turned to Robert's workshop as he punched both cheeks with his own flat hands to regain his temper.

"Nice to see you. Then I'll need you to help me with my work."

"Wow."

A man named Alchemist would never let him enter a workshop, which is also the core of his own research, unless he was a basic, somewhat trustworthy person.

All the shelves where all the minerals and drugs tried to fill one side of the room, collected by Robert without threading on the gold, were classified and lined up narrowly, were crimped.

(Wow. After all, it's spectacular even if you haven't seen it in a while)

When I once set foot in this room only once, I didn't doubt Robert was the one who was destined for me. Now that the time has passed and the position has changed. Even looking at his collection from a flat standpoint as one seeker, its awesomeness was overwhelming. Many of the rarely valued ores and materials bottled are too sufficient to attract Meriandale. Often he forgets me and sees me, but with a nasty gaze on his back he returns to me.

(I shouldn't. I didn't come here to see anything like this. But look at it!

"What's the matter, Mary? If you're mine, you can use whatever you want."

"... so. What shall I do?"

"You're surprisingly self-contained. That's all you've grown. [M] I miss you."

"What should I do?"

"I'm scared. If you're so angry, you're gonna get wrinkled."

Meryandale managed to get his five fingers across his hands to at least stop yelling at him as he distorted his face all the time wondering if it was this.

"I feel sorry for you any more, so I'll keep it that far. Let's start experimenting."

When Robert moved on to the alchemy experiment, his ridiculous attitude until then did not take any fine dust, but came truly sincerely.

There is no conversation between you two. Only time passes. Meryandale continued to work hard in a joke outfit that seemed like a good sense guy named Microbikini with a feather hat and white boots would whisk his eyebrows.

However, as expected, Robert annoyed Meryandale's nerves while still pinching a little sexual harassment during the work.

Drop things deliberately and peek into the valley of your chest. Criticize the shade of your glutes by crawling on all fours to make you take the chemicals that are in a narrow area. Ask in detail how often couples live. Every time I make a mistake, I like the dirty wording for a long time.

Well done. So far, there has been harassment that has changed hands.

At the end of the day the outrage lasted three days, including just relaxing and jumping into bed like mud, but no matter how much I locked it, skilfully unlocking it to see and hear how I slept.

Meryandale had much tougher health than he seemed, but fatigue had reached what he called the extreme because he continued to live to reach the extreme of ninja, also without healing the fatigue of his adventures in the dungeon.

(Ends. A day today. Bear it till night, and you'll manage...)

I try to bare it, get rid of the ingredient tools, and from time to time, I poke my hand at the wall and rough my breath into small pieces.

His complexion was bright blue as a dead man, his expression was scarce, and his skin luster felt somewhat lost.

"Is it hard? Merry."

"No, not really."

I made it impossible and laughed nicely and showed it to him. It's a woman's will. A paralysis runs on his lips and a fine sweat blows out of his back pores.

My head is blurry and I'm not sure if I'm asleep or awake. I almost dropped the beaker I had in my hand and fell to the front. Pugi, and a strange chillin 'voice like a slaughtered pig. When I laughed in the blindfold, I looked at Robert with the right gaze and saw what I wanted.

"Why would you do that?"

"Huh."

Robert looked like a child with his lips tied to a single letter and stubborn.

"Are you man enough to endure that much? My current husband!

Your neat face becomes wrinkly and distorted. Oh, I did. That day. The night I set myself apart from him was also like this.

When I first met him, he was gentle, gentleman, and worthy of reliance. It was sophisticated to see, and it was up every time I could talk to him. Meriandale thinks. I really didn't have eyes for a man back then, he said.

So for a long time I couldn't find a partner to adventure with. I decided to work with the collector at the Louise tavern because I thought I would never again, such as losing me to his extent.

Think of a collector who's stoned. My head, which was cloudy as white and blurry, clears up softly. Bear it. No, I'm not going to bear it. Because.

"Because I love it"

The look of a man. I crushed it, like I was crushed by something huge. Robert covered himself like a beast as he let the meaningless words slip down his throat. A strong smell of sweat and body odor blew in. Meryandale moves his uninhibited body to resist, but he couldn't push back Robert, who showed incredible strength.

"Are you insane! I can't believe I broke my promise! He said he wouldn't touch a finger!

"Ha ha! You can't have some idiot disciplining that over this period. Whoa!

The bra to such an extent that it was caught in subtle balance was easily stripped and her breasts were eagled hard. Pain runs on sensitive areas. Anger prevailed over fear and shame. Meryandale, momentum ripped his head against Robert's jaw, but is successfully controlled by his right hand.

"Coward, coward! Now you're done, too. The Church won't forgive you if the Alchemist Guild forgives you for putting your hands on your wife."

"It doesn't matter, either, that's not true. Besides, Mary. By and large, there can't be a human being who stays in a man's mansion other than his husband for days without wondering, dressed in a shameful way that such a whore doesn't even like. Ugh. You can sue me if you want! But are you sure? If your infidelity reaches out to the city, you won't be able to continue living in Silver Villago anymore. Oh, shut up and listen to me.

"How far are you scumbags? You are."

"Clean your crotch. Eh!

As Meryandale was squeezing the last remaining energy and pressing up his right hand on Robert's jaw, inadvertently, the windowsill broke and about two vials jumped in.

"Oh my God!

The vial was sprinkled with liquid around when it hit the floor and cracked, burning the orange flame in no time. Fire runs all over the room. The pressure that was stretching was reduced.

"Uh-oh. My collection. Oh!

"Kon, no!

It was a one-of-a-kind opportunity. Meryandale slammed his full knee kick into Robert's groin as he rose and left in agitation.

Guru, and his testicles did get the feeling of crushing in the hard part of his knee plate. When Robert opens his eyes cuttingly, he gobbles around and stuffs himself as he screams.

The moment to fight back has come. Lifting the drug-packed kettle with both hands, he shook it down toward Robert, who remained defenseless and raised his face.

"Don't fool around with a woman too much!

"Go!

Gosh, there was a blunt sound and a crack in the kettle. It's so thick that it doesn't break so easily. As a result, the energy of the shock swung down was concentrated towards Robert's head without diffusion.

A pot slipped by hand sweat rolls off. Meryandale released a spinning kick at Robert's face, who held his head down with a distressed look. The foot knife drew a semi-circle and decided on Robert's nose surface. cockroaches, and the feeling of the nasal cartilage crushing. When he shook his legs out without leaving a trace of dust behind, Robert blew up at the wall and hit him on the back with a sticky thump and groaned.

When Meryandale flipped over looking at Robert's table, where the drugs and alchemy equipment were on, he instantly entered the small room in the back where he had his eyes on, getting a stunning piece of dried powder of guillotine grass from inside the hand library.

"I did it. It's a guillotine grass get!

When I was jumping a little bit of joy, I saw Robert still standing still unable to recover from the damage. Is that a problem? That's the reward of the last three days.

"Damn, this..."

"Beh!

Meryandale finally turned to Robert, who was about to wake himself up, and ran away from the workshop without ever looking back.

Animals. Animals. Animals. Robert was slowly moving through the burning workshop in agony. Sound and disappear as a collection of bitterly collected materials is licked by an orange flame.

White smoke and agents evaporated by heat stained the eyes unusually. Coughing hard, I try to drag my body and head to the back room. Even if we lose everything else, we just have to make sure we do whatever it takes. Vengeance against Mary is fine after that.

"Wait for me. I'll let you know that you were never born."

Hard to see left eye. It was some of the equipment Meryandale had on the flipped table that severely sliced over the eye lid. The bleeding slips down to my mouth.

Robert nodded his tongue and when he incorporated it into his mouth with every smell resembling iron rust, he tasted it in his thoughts as it was mixed with saliva.

Decided. The first torture will chop up Mary's husband while he hangs and let him drink down the contents of a glass full of that blood over time.

Shame was a sweet way for me to do it. From day one, we should have pushed him down and turned him into a meat slave. Next time I'm not lost.

While Robert disturbed his thoughts a thousand times, he diligently searched in white smoke for the location of the recipe that approached the core of the array. This flame must have been ordered by Meryandale to do the same. Nothing. That's fine. There's just more reason to push him.

"Mary, no! I'll offend you, chop up your limbs and make you Dharma. Ugh."

Totally destroyed my testicles. but this extent will heal as soon as you formulate the restorative medication. The most important thing is not to forget to humiliate.

Well, we don't seem to have much time left. The heat source is imminent. If I was voyeurizing, I'd be framed to say goodbye to the world before I could carry out this fun plan. I just want to spare you that.

I finally got to the notebook where I kept the recipe while I was putting the drawings in order. As he stood back to expose the impending smoke as he leaked a sigh of relief, something gusty and cold broke into his neck.

"Huh? Huh?"

I slammed my hand. Something hard is caught. Lukewarm liquid touch. Bring it in front of your face and stare at it jiggly. There was a bright red blood tide.

At the same time, the feeling of flames and ice alternating around your whole body. I couldn't stand any longer and walked into the spot. Flames. Flames are imminent.

I thought I had to run, and out of the smoke, I saw a shadow that seemed like a skinny woman. White apron on dressed maid clothes. It's Natalia. Natalia's here to help.

Think about it, it's the woman I've held many times. Even if she's a man's wife, a woman, for once, has to obey a man without reason.

Robert reveals his delight at the glimmer of hope he has inadvertently plugged in, but his body hardened when he noticed something strange about Natalia standing in front of him.

As I was about to speak, Shizuku dripped like a bright red thread from Nataliya's lips, who stood as she floated in white smoke. Not independent. Someone is forcing Natalia to stand with her hands around her back.

There was no need to be sure, and Natalia was out of line. A tremor came to Robert's body. Is it due to wounds or to fear?

"For just ningen, it's pretty live and dirty"

Natalia, who stood like a rolling doll, is thrown out. Appearing before Robert's eyes was a young, beautiful woman elf with an icy, cold atmosphere that did not make her eyes feel a hint of mercy.

You have to run. Everything was too late when I felt that way. The female elf, in an unstoppable motion, pulled the dagger out of her hips, releasing at a speed that she did not even show at hand.

I don't even have time to beg for my life. My consciousness rapidly wanders away as I bite the feel of a stabbed blade in my throat. Recipe. Finally got it. Even though I would have gotten the world if this had been completed.

"Ningen's pretty loud these days, too. Shall I collect the evidence? It's supposed to be a fire, but it's weird if you still have something left in the body."

What Robert saw in this moment was the spectacular beauty of a woman elf trembling through her throat and the remnants of her white, elongated fingertips.

"Huh?

As if he had lifted the stop button on the video, the collector regained consciousness without any foretaste.

Like a terrible hangover, my head is gushing.

"What, this. A tub?"

Looking around while rubbing a swollen eye lid, it is among the familiar chambers. The collector was half-assed when he first realized he was soaking in the bathtub with his clothes on.

When I move my nose with a crack, there is a strange chemical odor. Around, there are no signs of people. Hand in the yarn of broken memories, the last part was over where he made a blow to Cocatrice in the boss room of the dungeon. I had a severe thirst. Tingling tongue sticks to the upper jaw. At the same time, I felt hungry until I was unusual.

"I got it, eh? What makes you feel this way? Why are you taking a bath in my clothes? And a sword. I don't know..."

On his right hand, he was holding the holy sword "Black Lion” in his body. I'm not feeling well while I'm soaking in the water.

The collector cut off the water by shaking his wet hair like a wild dog that had fallen into a dove.

From what I can see, the hot tub also stares in a difficult shade that is good for cleanliness. I feel unnecessarily bad just because I don't know the back and forth relationship.

"In the meantime, will you give it up"

Then - and as I leave the tub scattered with hot water, I hear footsteps approaching the patties and chops through the open door.

"Your husband......!

"Oh, Mr. Klund's unzipped."

"Cland-"

"Oh. Yay. Hey, why are you guys so cool?"

In front of the collector's eyes, three daughters, Pordina, Hilda and Meriandale, all dressed in microbikinis, stood up with hechima sponges and towels. Each comes in three colors: blue, yellow, red, and fun for the eyes. Before asking what kind of hobby this was, Meryandale kicked the floor as a bullet and jumped into the bathtub.

"Klund, Klund!

"Wow! Hey, what, what? What the hell is going on?"

"Me, good luck. Good luck with that!

"Uhn. Sister Pordina, we can't lose. Oh, my God!

"Your husband."

Pordina dived into a narrow tub with a loss to Meryandale. Hilda must be late, too. The collector was giving in to the violence of soft meat pushing over the cucumber as he sank into the leftover water that remained in the tub. It is a so-called meat bath.

(hey! I do tits, ass, legs, butt, but I can breathe...)

According to stories the collector heard later, the administration of the antipetrifying drug Aquaprus, formulated by Meriandale, was at a critical time. Obtaining the guillotine grass, one of the materials available only in the late summer, made it extremely difficult, but it was also a shame that Meriandale managed to find it thanks to her dedication. The zodiac embraced the women with tears on their faces on their chests and twisted their kung fu.

"Ah. My body is stiff because I've been stoned"

The next morning. The soothing collector had loosened bones all over his body in the front yard of the mansion. Next door, Victoire, who was waving his sword in early morning training, was wiping his sweaty seeping noose with a handkerchief as he prepared his disturbed breath.

"Totally too alarmed, you are."

"Ugh. Shit. Oh, I was worried about you, my dear. Go ahead."

Victoire turns that way to the words of the collector. Tung and a clear face sometimes make me want to push him down on the spot and scream "higgie" or something. It's a chronic thing to capture.

"But, brave man. I was so worried about your daughter. You must understand such a cruel woman's heart."

Hannah smiled as she gave Victoire a cup with water.

"Really?

"Who...! Well, I was worried. If I didn't, I'd be lying. Well, for once, I'm Klander's wife, too. What more would the Guardian Beast do than that? No way, I'd keep my mouth shut and wrap my tail around my stomach and run away. Looks like you need my sword here."

"Directly translated, I also sashimi - so take me to the dungeon, kufu. It feels."

"I didn't say that!

Victoire turned bright red in his face and bumbled around the stroke he had in his hand. Honestly, it's too dangerous.

"Looks like Cocatrice is still alive, Rudge said. It's like half a life."

The collector replied as he continued to stretch. The attack he unleashed on Yakexo just before it was petrified did a lot of damage, even if he couldn't finish off his guardian beast, Cocatrice.

"Anyway, the belly bugs don't stop like this. You missed your treasure."

"Look, lady. Don't appeal to the brave. Take me to the dungeon too!

"Don't try to take me to the resort. Phew. Besides, if there's nothing he can do, he has to rely on me. No choice at all."

"Ah. Nothing, because we're not looking for additional personnel this time. We'll go at the same party as last time."

"What the hell?"

"Haha."

"Why are you laughing! Hannah, you're laughing too hard."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Your daughter is funny, but she's working too hard."

"I'm going to follow up on that."

"Well, leave Victoire's face art alone. The problem is the petrified attack of the Tosaka bastard."

The neck hits there. No, the biggest difficulty was the spell of petrification emanating from the demonic eye of Cocatrice. Typically, both eyes that are closed exert powerful magic once opened to cause the subject's body to die. He said it was rather troublesome even if it was not an instantaneous death. Fortunately, Meriandale formulated an antipetrifying drug, so if you take it in advance, it will hold up to some extent. Most importantly, I didn't try that effect in the field, so I wonder how far I can put the letter.

"What is facial arts"

"Oh, you care there"

"Ugh, shut up. Anyway, don't you dare be strong! You think you can defeat that coca without me!

Victoire has poked his index finger at him as he shook his hair off his face.

What a dooya face. But you're not taking me, are you?

"I mean, I was just saying Cocatrice. Your brain capacity is eight bits?

"Mm-hmm. I don't know, but I feel like I'm being fooled"

"I think I'll have it kept in that corner, Vee. I didn't need your help. I could have killed Kokatris."

When the collector was snuggling with Victoire, Rudge appeared refreshed following Meryandale and Liza from the direction where the gate was located. Liza was holding a cloth wrap as important as a hug as she glowed her white teeth.

"It's Rudge. It's called grand language. It's nothing. I'm not saying no. But we also need to be honest that we can't do what we can sometimes do."

"I don't need Victoire's help. No need. Cocatrice will be killed by us alone."

"That's it!

"Mm-hmm!

"I'm going to give a phonetic voice, young lady. Asshole, she's cute. But, brave man. Even though it's weak, I think it's safe to make it a total offense for all of us here. Honestly, Hannah is sad when it comes to stone."

"Hehe. That's why I got you a secret weapon, baby."

When the collector brutally stroked Hannah's head, he laughed furiously at the tsura, which almost only looked like a villain.

"But. I don't doubt your words, brave man..."

"Come on, it's an easy win"

When the collector put his arms together, he raised a silly laugh.