Dungeon+Harem+Master

In the morning, I woke up, I felt the world had changed, and Judy's slow offer of gratitude for God's grace was the routine of the past few days.

When you do your finger on the neck, there's a choker fitted in there that hides the collar marks of the slave. Made of a fluffy smooth cloth and very stylish.

Judy was half-crazed by the lightness of this commandment, which is not similar to a heavy collar, as it once was, to see herself in a mirror table by the bed.

In fact, it does not change that I am a slave. Still, I felt like playing in the heavenly world, even if I was just liberated from that shady, stinky, shivering shack of a cabin.

Run, and. Let's get one of the nose songs out. Judy thinks. At that time, all I can think of is gratitude when it comes to his actions. I stopped beating the scared big man off one end, and on the contrary, I talked to the Maskar family handyman who was after us, and his arms were so handy that he quickly bought them out that he fell in love.

I wonder what kind of connections there were, talking to the Knights man known on the strong side and the face of the vigilante was really grand. Judy and the others, nothing. The Lord only changed, but his treatment was as different as that of heaven and earth.

A newly assigned role for them was to serve and chore at this silver carriage kiosk and tavern.

Nevertheless, the shop starts at night, and even if the planting starts around the time the day passes, it can be done in time without any problems whatsoever.

On the first day, I still wondered if the guests would be taken upstairs, where they were sleeping now, and it was extremely healthy, and the shops were mostly occupied by artisans from the neighborhood, and nothing particularly nasty happened.

Rather, Judy was becoming a favorite of silver carriage pavilions overnight. Everyone praises me for wanting to stop by and say I'm cute. For Judy, who had a strong desire to approve, she liked this store, which had a lot of guests in her twenties, in just a few days.

(I can't believe you have a penny, you have a place to sleep, and if you're free to walk outside, you even have time off.)

The only dissatisfaction is that he does not demand his own body.

(I wonder if I'm such an unattractive child)

Judy turned around to come in front of her when she changed into a silver carriage pavilion look that was slightly tough but cute and popular with the guests. Yeah. No particular problem. The man had decided that he would always be interested in his body, and she was a little dissatisfied with the fact that the new Lord, even a healthy man, would not sneak in her bedroom.

(You can't help it, can you? Lacey, do you mean, hey? He seemed pretty jealous)

I tried to reason with a lot of things, but for Judy, the job at the tavern was right. Wearing little beautiful clothes, loving customers, cheering up late at night in a bright atmosphere, a little bit of a small brother holding my hand, and sometimes sipping a liquor cup in my brother-in-law, it all suited me sexually.

Currently, the Silver Carriage Pavilion has been decided to be turned by three people: Marya, Judy and Prihelia. Lacey, the mistress, seems to be busy with a lot of things and has little eyes on herself unless Marya, who is mostly staying at the main house and acting head of the street, comes to work.

Otherwise, Judy didn't have to work, it was like renting a house for free. This is too delicious.

"Judy."

"Hmm! Hey, don't talk to me all of a sudden, right? Prihelia!"

Judy, who was in a sexy pose with her hips on her head and hands in front of her appearance, raised a protest to Prihelia, who had slipped into the room without sound.

"I'm sorry. More than that..."

Well, more than that. The problem was the woman in front of me. Prihelia, a former gladiator slave, became visibly feminine after being saved by a collector. What a sweet beauty there was when I cleansed the skin and hair I was clinging to, took stained dirt, and applied makeup.

Prihelia is a great body that is long and has clarity where it actually comes out and tightens.

A bright red ribbon ties the area close to the tip of the hair up to the neat light brown waist. It's a little flashy, but it fits the wonder and the atmosphere she wraps around, and looked a bit like a clear upper class wife.

"Hey, these clothes. Is there anything wrong with Judy's eyes?

Yes, it is.

"It's been a long time since I've worn such clothes, and I don't think it's a good idea if there's anything weird about it."

Prihelia is shy and mozzled with her skirt pinched. Yes, I mean, she fell in love with the lord, the keeper.

"Hey, now it's day three. Don't ask me the same thing every morning. If you want to check your outfit, why don't you look at me?

"But there are parts of it that are hard for me to understand. If there's something strange going on, I don't want to embarrass my husband..."

Mojo Mojo. It was Judy who was teasing at first, but I was immediately tired of it. Because Prihelia is waiting for her husband, who rarely comes to the store, for a thousand autumnal thoughts.

When it comes to human change, is it something that has changed so far? There is no shadow to see now a woman who had such cold and horrible eyes. If you ask me, it sounds like her first love to be twenty-six. It was Judy who reiterated that this kind of thing was still something to be done at an early age.

"Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu!

"Wow, I shouldn't kick it, Cland. Spit flies."

"No. Someone's rumouring about me. Hot guys are hard."

"What are you talking about? Liza also boils tea with her navel. Look, cheer up. Chine."

When the collector stuck his face in the handkerchief Liza offered, he snapped his nose all the time. For a collector who is not genuine Japanese, he hesitates every time to snort outside of the tissue, but Liza is flat when she poaches a handkerchief with a much runny nose.

It's a good memory now that I used to have eyes like seeing a roadside gelo when I heard "lick it later".

Finally, the day of the Silver Star Cup militant tournament arrived. The collectors were taking a trip to the arena, slightly more westerly than Silver Villago, with one handful of viewing tickets they had obtained using Conne.

It is the Adventurer's Guild that fully supports the tournament, so Nelly has been chased through the night to get ready and hasn't returned to the mansion in the past few days.

In other words, it is an outfit that has all the harem members except for Nelly and Victoire and Sizka, who have left the mansion since that day.

"Wow, there's a lot of people here."

Hilda liked the brain.

That's right. That's why I'm stretching my legs so far. The collector got a little upset with her personality that she wouldn't mind if she didn't say the obvious.

This is a bad sign. Think about it, I've been unusually busy the last few days and couldn't even afford to love flowers. Sizka, Victoire and Dorothea don't even try to get past the party and still show up at random.

That's it. I guess I'm being licked. The collector gazed at Hilda's back of the head, who was interested in chatting with Lacey hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, feeling the presence of a paper bag that was gasagoso in his nostalgia. Shit.

Think about it. If this guy hadn't been selfish, I could have seen this festival from a step away with my head crappy. The collector clawed his thumbnails violently, thinking that he was already pulling into the shadows of Gatsun and things. Kaji Kaji.

"Your husband. How's it going?

"Ya. Nothing."

Pordina peeks into her worries from the side, who is wonderful to ask about her complexion. Kun and his dog ears are asleep, and his crisp moffy tail is always hanging. The collector shook his neck to the left and right as he stroked his black Pordina hair not to collapse, making a crisp noise.

"Kland. looks pretty tired though. Even if it's not Pordina, I know just fine. If you're not feeling well, I think you should go back to the mansion and rest."

Artemisia also narrowed her sauce-eyed eyes.

The collector waved one hand and said, "I think too much," and proceeded to swim among the crowd that grew denser as he progressed. On both sides of the wide road, there are streets lined with sloppiness all the time today. It's the battlefield itself with the fragrant smell of roasting meat and the voice of a merchandiser flying from everywhere.

The battlefield for the purpose was just fine. Pass the pre-distributed ticket to the guard at the entrance and you will be moved to the viewing area.

The collector, for once, for convenience, resembled the lord's matrimonial family, so the place guided was to be arranged on the top floor, where the circular fighting table was well visible.

It seems too far away to be suitable for viewing, but there is no problem because the magician holding the guild will continue to use the magic of "far-sighted windows" to stream the footage right next to him. In the first place, what keeps us away from the general invitees is the security measures necessary to protect ourselves from Godlam and other assassins.

"Welcome, Kland-kun. Have fun today."

"Oh. Thank you for inviting me."

Victoria, who had already arrived, was sipping the juice gracefully as she fluffed her white dress. Beside him, as a guard, Radek, wrapped around Leopardo the giant man and his coat of law, refrains.

If you pay a little attention, dozens of heavily armed knights in obnoxious armor are just placed around you. Victoria smiled and showed as troubled as she noticed the collector pulled her cheeks slightly.

"I didn't think I needed to get this far, though, did I? Just in case."

"I don't know about this, but the princess is too alert. Most importantly, as long as Lord Klund and the others are around, neither are we. I hope so. Hall of Great Heroes"

Leopardo is one of the few people to know that the Collector took over the BattleSeek of the Step Elf on a single ride. As far as the collectors know in that battle, I don't think any assassin would be particularly concerned about coming with the rigidity of Leopards reminiscent of the ancient Zhang Fei or Fan's martial arts, but I guess there's no "ever better" when it comes to keeping the defenses thicker.

"Leopard-kun is a guest I invited today. There must be no disrespect. Refrain."

"if you'll excuse me"

"But if anything happens, then, please protect me. Brave man."

"Ha. If only I could do it."

Victoria leaves her fan open and gently closes her face and hits her in the ear. Apparently, you couldn't have easily decided to sleep on the couch without an appointment with Hilda. While the collectors were talking to Victoria, the women they brought in were careful or distant to quickly spread the confectionery and tea they saw or brought to the arena.

"Hey. By the way, that kid. I hear you're going to the tournament. Really?"

"Ha. I mean it in person. Seems a lot more motivated. Well, I made you like it."

"Brave men are generous. If I were my husband, I'd stick one or two of my cheeks up and make you listen to what I'm forced to do. More or less, Victoire is too selfish. Oh! If you knew the lord's daughter was coming out in the first place, other participants would be distracted."

"No, I'm not worried too much about anything there. Normal nerves wouldn't give you a real name, would they?

"She's not normal."

……

"Whatever, I hope something bad doesn't happen"

"Bad. I just remembered some errands. I think I'm gonna leave my seat for a little while, but please give my regards. Well."

Victoria said, "Hmm?" Tilting her little neck cutely all the time, she eventually opened her fan pat and circled her right index finger to make an ok sign.

When the collector rolled up to beat the nasty ladies, he ran for a short run to the tournament reception desk near the entrance to the arena. When I met Loulou in the small room on the way, I received the luggage I had prepared and changed.

Sometimes, in case. It's also troublesome to get noticed and make noise along the way poorly. When the collector took off his skin on the spot, he changed the set of clothes he always wore and the black coat to a white color. When I put a paper bag on the finish, the mask was finished.

Loulou was helping him change his clothes pale, but when the collector wore the paper bag softly from his head, he just couldn't keep his expression, he turned to the side and blew out "buha".

"What. Was there anything strange about it?

"... no. Please don't worry about the rest of this, because we'll make sure that you're all in a hurry."

"Oh, that would help. Always bad, Loulou."

"No. This much is natural. Mr. Klund."

The collector grabbed Loulou and put on a hot basse, and he ran out quickly. I don't need to run because I can still afford the time, but it's nori there.

- Right. What shall I do with my ring name? First of all, that's what matters.

I feel like a little masked wrestler. He was a collector who decided to compete by making sure he was half threatened, but I want to win if he's going to compete anyway. Then, somewhere in the tournament, there will be the possibility of making out with Sizka and Victoire, but if you don't do well there, you will be sure of your own unbeatable victory.

The reception for the Silver Star Cup martial arts tournament was in front of the entrance. The collector has just made a new addition to the white top and bottom. This weaves a bright white coat again, and from his head he wears softly the paper bag he bought from the boy.

Now, if I ever see someone I know, I can spare you. Probably, well, that's unlikely, but even if I lose, I don't know that, which means I can also protect my pride whispering.

The collector finds it a little sad that the men before and after subtly distance themselves as they line up to make the registration. Why. You're so friendly.

"Hmm. Some of them are flirty and feminine."

Eyes on the line saw several female athletes wearing slightly overexposed bikini armor. Extremely pleased, but as everyone was a beauty beyond a certain standard and this was a muffled development as well, I heard yelling at each other so far forward as I was inflating my chest in anticipation.

"Why not? I don't think it's going to be a long line."

What the hell are you doing?

Disgruntled voices begin to leak from the participants. When the collector stuck the leopard and his face out beside the line and moved his gaze into the front row, he was somehow dealing with the receptionist who had a prominent big man sitting at the long desk.

What are you doing? Nellie's involved!

Watching thrilled, the big man gave a leopard with one hand the throat of the little receptionist who was calling for a scan, ignoring Nelly, who had gone into a stop. Looking around, Gotagota keeps silence just saying she's sorry before the game. I don't know what else to do, man.

"Wait, you there."

"Ahem? Oh, my God. Temehe!

- Wow, what's this Osama? My eyes are completely gone.

Though the collector gained momentum and went into a stop, he saw the rough look on the big man's face and felt "ahhh". It's called the Golden Eye. Besides, the characteristic eagle nose sticks out like a key, which at first glance is the alien phase itself. The shoulder width was as wide as a wall, and the thickness of the forged chest was not less than that of an oak.

The receptionist's girl was a stranger's face by the collector, but she was already grabbed by the neck and breathed constantly. I couldn't do this, I put my hand on the big man's arm and gently told him.

"I don't know what happened, but the ramblings are fine. If you want to show strength, you just have to make it look good on the arena."

"What the hell would Temei be if I'd heard it from you earlier! Mostly, but this woman, no other country can compete. I was angry to even pay for it, but I even asked him to give me the escort of the person I should have! You Humberto, you can't let people kill you!

"But that person would be an employee of the Alliance. I'm just loyal to my job."

It felt like the center of my face exploded. I was beaten. I blew it off the back of my head and hit my whole body on the wall away. My vision stains bright red. Ouch, not at the level of, etc. This man's iron fist is out of standard. Is there anything you can do to kill so far in a fight?

For a moment, I thought I'd fight back, but I remembered that Nelly was right next to me, and I stopped for fear of winding up. First, if you move any further in vain, the mask may peel off before accepting it.

Somehow, all sorts of thoughts go around in my head and I can't think together well. When I thought so, I rounded myself up like a turtle child on the spot in preparation for the chase. The defense on the back is extremely high compared to defenseless bellies, etc. The zodiac caught sight of a big man's stomping storm. but contrary to expectations, kicks don't come down for long.

"Stop. I have no taste in weak things. [M] Hey, there's the masked man. Do you want me to put it away here? Ahem?"

"It is, and must be,"

"Then I forgive you, generous man. Instead, twist between my crotches in front of everyone."

The collector is a man. Nor is it pride. But if this ferocious man is rampaged up here right now, it's not necessarily that the spearhead of anger won't be directed at the receptionist earlier in the depression. Sighing deeply, it was time to crouch while the big man opened wide into his crab crotch. At the same time, a mockery of the cowardice of the collector echoed loudly from the participants who watched what was going on with harrassment.

"Come on, you can't do anything for as much as you want, brother!

"I didn't know anyone who aspired to martial arts would be good without even showing a bare face to face!

"No way, are you going to join me on this and paint me with shame? It's a waste of time."

"I didn't seem very confident this time. I just found out I have such a coward, but I'm losing my strength in good shape, and I think I can get some results there!

Humberto left the line with a forgotten face as to whether his self-esteem had been met or whether he had been refused registration to participate.

The collector pays off the dust on his knees when he rises with a face that doesn't eat anything and returns to the rear of the line. Eventually the order came and came before the receptionist who helped earlier. When the collector tried to hand over the registration fee of 10,000 p (pounds) for the entry fee and a set of documents she used when registering for the Adventurer Alliance, she gave a distinct look of contempt for the benefactor who had it saved or not.

- That's exactly what he does.

Glad you were wearing a paper bag. When I thought so, Nellie, standing next to me, shouted with both eyes open with an Asura-like look as she let her daughter eat a flat hand on her cheek with tremendous momentum.

"By the minute you get help! You, you're the only one who should show gratitude, right? Holly, you're an inhuman who pays you back with a vendetta! What are your contempt eyes when you say you won't bite that person if even the bastard is grateful! Shame on you, shame on you!

"Oh, uh. That Mr. Nelly. I didn't mean to..."

"- Get out. The Adventurer Guild is a rough breeze, but it carries about minimum ethics. There's no job left to people like you."

It was a cold out voice. It belonged to the Absolute, who would not allow objections.

The girl, called Holly, left the receptionist with a frightened look on her face as she stood up spilling tears. Nellie is an ancient ginseng, and she's a professional. I have some HR rights when it comes to reception. Probably will never face Holly in the guild again.

The atmosphere of the venue quietly returns. It was completely swallowed by Nellie's wrath, which erupted in the flames. The rest of the staff, one step away, tried to fill the vacant reception seat by the way, but Nelly quickly lowered her hips in front of the collector. She gave a pale voice when she received the registration fee and documents from the collector.

"May I have your name?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh. Papyrus, say hello in the mask."

"Ha, Papyrus. Mask. That papyrus mask. May I have a moment, please?"

- Is that the opposite of Ouioi Pavilion Master?

The collector moved away from the reception seat about Nelly with a slight drop in his shoulder.

But this, maybe you'll see one end of Nelly's rampant sex I don't know. Nellie looked tired as she raised her hair as she began to harden some of it by annoying her delusions, etc.

"So, what the hell kind of blow is this, Klando?"

"Hmm! Wow, wow, I'm not a nice guy named Shimonzo, ma'am."

……

"Lame eh! You mustn't rub a paper bag in silence. Whoa! I fixed it because of you! Memories with him, ripped. Whoa!

"I don't know. It is. Take off that weird thing as much as when you talk to people about it. Anyway, I wonder what kind of change of mind a man who was so hard to refuse to appear in. Now, don't throw up, scum. Grain crushing. You're not human, you're cool."

"Ahhh! Kind of a familiar phrase comfortable in my ear. Huh?

The collector confessed to himself lightly. Don't tell me it felt a little good to blame Nelly.

"Oh, I didn't know it was for such a shabby reason..."

"I'll worry about you"

"I've already gone through the process. Though it's also not impossible for Hilda to get angry given the beginning of things. Well, that's good. I'll take care of that."

"Fuhihi, I'm sorry."

"You're not reflecting at all, are you?"

"Honestly, I have to say I got an erection on a frightened Hilda"

"What a perverted sexuality. Anyway, if you do it on your own too much because you're a wife, we'll all love you one day. Because I can't trust a woman's feelings."

"Shit. Shit."

"Klund fantasizes too much about women. If you can't get out strong, yeah. Treat women more like tools. It's much better to push hard than badly."

"Do you handle tools? It's a little difficult for me."

"And. I was working too hard earlier. Don't make me worry too much"

"Uh-huh."

Nelly took my lips off me when I was depressed. instantaneous, but a sweet hacka-like smell spread fluffy in his mouth. Love blinds people, but it's a Lichtenberg quote that marriage brings back vision, although I guess this is how my husband can be blinded sometimes.

Nelly shyly touched her lips with her index finger and left for a small run. Somehow the laughter creeps up.

When the collector looked back in the paper bag again, there stood a strangely dressed woman wearing a strange mask as she put on her arms.

And it's Victoire. She wore a butterfly-shaped mask to cover the top half of her face, and the garment was not a familiar maid's garment, but wore the perfect black moveable up and down with a clear view of the large chest valley. He wraps a flashy coat of crimson around his shoulder.

"Somehow, you look so horny, Victoire"

"What? Huh!

"Haha. Brave man. Your daughter wanted to be praised for this outfit and was waiting for you to leave. But it made a scene like earlier. Besides, the brave man is going to tutch out with Nelly, so he lost track of time to get out. It depends."

"Thanks for explaining, Hannah."

Hannah, with a glimpse of her face from behind Victoire, speaks concisely about the current situation.

Right. I'm sorry, Victoire. You made me feel alienated. [M]

"Then give me a reunion tutsch as a sign of apology"

"Don't! Keep that octopus-like mouth away!

"Well, my lady. I really wanted you to be greeted with a hot basse from the brave man, and I want you to have that kind of twinkle again. Already, who gets any more resistance, so I hope it's time you decided to be ready."

"That's right. Mendoxe, Victoire."

"Hmm. Shut up, shut up, shut up! Look, it's Klund. Today is a fateful day to decide if either me or Sizka are true winners. Open those thin eyes and see what happens. How brave I am to win the Silver Star Cup. I just wish I could tell you that. That's all!

Victoire quickly flipped a crimson coat with one hand up, laughing softly and disappearing to the entrance to the arena. Did you feel any unusual air or the dogs kept in the nearby house barked in unison.

"Ah, my lady. I haven't had a reception yet."

"Besides, it's just qualifying today, and the finals are tomorrow..."

Thus, the Silver Star Cup martial arts tournament, which included waves, finally began.