Dungeon+Harem+Master

Prihelia awakened promptly with the chirping little bird's voice. She wakes up very well. Good, it was a beastly awakening somewhere through. Even dogs and cats didn't have it only for her, even though it's normal for them to stretch to loosen up muscles that strengthens them to get up and out, or to look sleepy somewhere.

At the same time as you open your eyes, all your body switches on. Even though he is a slave over himself, he is given even to his chamber by the Lord's generous care. Prihelia was a little lonely not being able to feel someone's body temperature when she woke up because miscellaneous fish sleep lived her normal life for a long time, but that would be a luxury.

A different day begins, as it once was, when you were devouring your days without any hope.

Silver carriage booth.

It is my destiny to devote myself to this store where I live. When Prihelia prayed to God to be safe for the day, she then took a long time to think of the face of her Lord, the man, and prayed for good fortune.

As he raised the floor and set himself up, he sat on the mirror bench and stared at his face. Somehow, I think to myself, I get a tight impression. In twenty-six years of being raw in this world, even when I married my ex-husband, I would never have looked so mysteriously at my face. Prihelia thinks. I wanted to be born with a cuter face if I could, but I can't help but regret it now.

Speaking of which, tonight was the day my husband would take a trip to the silver carriage pavilion. Prihelia finally satisfied herself through her fingers with a much better gloss smoothness when she looked around at her own room, where no one was present, and then put her hair into her hair much more carefully than usual.

"Sir. Will I see you today..."

Prihelia headed downstairs when she tied her hair cuddly with the red ribbon she received from the Lord. When I entered the kitchen, Judy, a colleague of mine, who was using fire with Winna in his arms, looked at me with a giggling face.

"Judy. I can't see your wife this early in the morning anyway. And I don't know if I'm going to stumble on it while it's cooking because I don't have anybody's eyes."

"Sorry about that. And since you seem to be misunderstanding, I'll correct one thing, but I was checking how baked it is, and I'm not stuffing it or anything. Turn it down!"

Judy said grandiose as she paid for the breadcrumbs on her mouth. If you look, the red jam wipe left seemed chilli. Whatever you think, you will eat the book rather than taste it, but I mentioned it.

"Right."

You don't believe me at all.

"Let's finish breakfast soon. I want to clean it up before my husband can see you."

"Ugh. Really, my husband loves me when I get preoccupied."

"I'll help."

Turning his back around, he turned to the bread-roasting kiln. Even though I thought I shouldn't react to Judy's teasing, I found myself burning up to my earlobes all at once. And then I just wonder how long it's gonna take me to see you, and I get a boiling feeling that I'm gonna want to dance, like my back's all over me.

Prihelia broke the hot bread out of the kiln into two pieces, applied some butter, and when she sandwiched the freshly baked eyeball grill and bacon and winna, she shook the salt pepper and arranged it on the table.

When I finish breakfast with Judy's tease properly, I get to work. The silver carriage pavilion starts in the evening to open the shop, so the plantings can be made in time for the first time around noon, but if I hear that the Lord will finally visit me, I feel like I can't fool myself.

When Prihelia started cleaning the store, Judy was also immersed in the cleaning without any particular objection. Last night, when I picked up traces of liquor I took away and scraps of scattered knobs, I scrape hard the trampled floorboards because they are oily mud shoes.

The store was quite chaotic, so much so that it could get dirty so far in one night. Using a rag with all my strength, I get sweat all over my forehead, but this degree of work isn't painful or anything, considering when I was kept by the Maskar family.

It's not even that big a store, so if Judy and I worked hard, the first floor cleaning happened to be done in a while.

"Hmm. Next floor."

Judy walks up the stairs with a light footprint. The cleaning is carried out with particular regard to upstairs, as there is not only the husband and the Prihelians, but also Lacey's private room, which is the mistress.

That said, unlike downstairs, there are few people in and out, and it's not that dirty because I clean it every day.

Even after all the work was done, there was still a long way to go at noon. Now that it's a three-meal nap treatment, it's so mild a workload that I suspect I'm really a slave.

Judy went back to her room, "Wake me up at noon," wondering if I'd been sleeping a little short. In a day much easier than the housewife in the average household, Prihelia was feeling a little short. Unlike Judy, drowsiness never comes off. When I thought about it, a little early but raised my hips to finish the planting tonight, the inlet swing door rang and a big shadow appeared.

"Whoa, what the fuck. It's gonna be so shiny in the store."

"Yes, sir."

Around twenty around the time of year? His face is shallow and black, and his wild brow is raised vigorously. Her long stretched hair covered her ears. It weaves black coats with shades of coal.

The shoulder width was as wide as a cuff, and the thickness of the chest plate was so good and developed that it could be seen through the jacket. He has a heavy black painted sword in his hips.

When the man looked at Prihelia's face, he approached him quickly and turned his hand around his shoulder in a gushing manner. To the movement of its long and powerful, Lord, Shimonzo, Prihelia made her cheeks hot with half a touch of clarity.

"Mm-hmm. A prick. Come on. You cleaned it. Waha. Good boy, good boy."

"Ku, it's ticklish. Sir."

Prihelia immersed herself in happiness with a blissful look as the collector stroked her cheek. Isn't that a dream?

Standing with a pompous head, the collector made a heavy noise and sat down on the chair.

"Ah. Ahhh. You're thirsty when you walk. That's it! Pri. Shall we have some tea? Judy's one is sleeping twice, right? You two, let's make a date."

No or no response. Prihelia rolled out all over the city as she was drawn to the treasurer in her dreams. The Lord walking next door is prestigious and his chest pulses violently just watching. After he bought me, I went out on my own about three more occasions. Each time the core of my head is paralyzed and full of a strong sense of happiness.

Prihelia could not help but pray to God as she walked in fluffy footsteps, thinking that this moment could never last forever.

"It's a good day. Prihelia prefers sunny days or rainy days?

"Wow, I am. I know it's nice on a sunny day, but I don't hate rainy days either"

"Hmm?"

"It's quiet the day it rains softly. Something calms my mind. I hate to get wet."

"Ha. Pri is a poet."

"And I can't believe you're a poet. In the first place, I can't even read the letters."

"Hmm. There's nothing wrong with being able to read words. Prihelia is a beauty."

"Play. I don't really have a hobby for making fun of this age."

Even though Prihelia is good, she is watching the treasurer and reacting with a flicker. And as if to foresee that slight anticipation, the Lord snarled at the answer that Prihelia had wanted.

"I can't believe you're getting older. haha. Prix is young. Even my skin is shiny. But I think I should get fatter because I'm a little too thin."

"But good luck with that."

Grasp both fists with a good grip to create a look of death. In a long slave life, the food given by my former husband would never starve, but it was never enough. Even today it was a prihelia who firmly decided to take more of her meal to meet the wishes of the collector, but there was no reason to know at this time that she would be framed for regretting it later.

For Prihelia, he reached the coffee shop of his destination in the middle of a blissful discourse and walk.

"Drink outside because the weather is nice today"

"Yes......"

When I sat in the open terrace seat where the sun was shining, the collector ordered tea and sweets in a hand-familiar manner. It seems kind of very out of place and I'm worried about the gaze around me, and when I look around, I feel like a few guys are looking at me. It's what you're wearing.

Prihelia was oblivious, but the silver carriage pavilion's service clothes stand out just a little bit. A girl as old as Judy would look good on her, but she wouldn't look very good on Bone Tai's self. Maybe he was also making the Lord think narrowly of his shoulders. It was a pitiful thing to be angry as my float that I didn't think of to this extent, and the pleasant mood turned into something black and bitter that could stand in the dark clouds.

"Get off me. Such a dark face. Does it hurt even in your stomach?

"Chi, no. However, the gaze of the surrounding lords...... Sorry, sir."

"Heh. What? Why are you suddenly apologizing?"

"No. I'm sure all of you around me have a strange gaze because older women like me wear clothes that don't even look good like this. Even my dear husband can be seen with such eyes, etc. I just can't forgive myself..."

"That's stupid. I don't think so. I don't know. Is it more convenient?"

……

"Anyway. I don't care what the others think. No matter what anyone in the world may say, my Prihelia is cute without complaint, and that's all there is to it and it's true. That's why. You don't get caught up either. Let's drink while the tea cools. It's my date."

"My husband..."

The Word of the Collector was also better than God's Proclamation for Prihelia. Such gentle words could not even be said by a man with overlapping skin more than once. Priheliah's loyalty to the treasurer was exacerbated.

Returning to the silver carriage pavilion, no one left. He said he would show his face again at night, but Prihelia misses me when I see him because of him and he leaves. The hours of noon had already passed. Upstairs Judy is still on the White River Night Ship. When I beat him up, he protested violently.

"Why didn't you take me with you? Terrible."

"Instead, I feel like I was asleep..."

"Terrible. Prihelia is sloppy"

Judy is angry with the hot air on her head. For a moment, I wondered if I shouldn't have woken you up.

After Judy finishes her late breakfast, have her read the paper. This was one of the modern pleasures that Prihelia, an illiterate person, had recently remembered. The newspaper is often bought by Lacey, the lady husband of the silver carriage pavilion. Lacey said, "We have to incorporate fresh information about Shirai for future management," but instead, she's not that good at letters.

Before opening the store, for a little while, I often see her chasing letters on the face, but Lacey isn't so good at reading letters, apparently.

Still, I often buy it even though it's not cheap to read something makes me feel like I've become a person on a step. Likewise, to the keeper of the LORD, he had no eyes at all, but that did not come as a derogatory affront to Prihelia.

In exchange, Judy had quite a bit of learning just because she was a former nobleman. Decrypt the slack and the letter without ever grabbing it. But Judy doesn't even show it to her hands before she has a mistress so that she doesn't inspire Lacey's complex as Judy. slight, but I guess the hard experience increased her public awareness.

Either way, I don't have to be an ex-daughter to get high. Disguising fools is one of the adorable elements. Because the market is set when a human loves someone who is somewhere inferior to a better person than himself.

Prihelia was married to her parents' ordained counterparts at the age of fifteen, and sold out as slaves as cats of debt at eighteen, quotes that were made to struggle scatterly. Since then, I've been rolling around for nearly eight years, and I just happen to be sturdy and drop myself into a gladiator slave.

When I was a teenager, I was chased to work at home, and there was nothing fun about my life after that. Thinking a few days ago, life is like being extremely easy right now.

So somehow, I'm scared that one day this mix will go away unexpectedly. It was an unknown experience for her to let it get too mixed up and scared ahead.

"Ohh. Oh, I'll drink today."

Marya came to work at a time when the sunset was coming up. When Lacey doesn't leave the store often for use these days, she's practically number one.

By the time you get your makeup fixed and put a fire in the lantern on the table, the narrow shop will be filled with artisans who have finished their work. It's a long way from here.

Sharing was determined to be natural. Judy will serve the customer and Prihelia will be in charge of the kitchen and transportation. Marya sits at a regular table on her own and drinks as much as she wants, talking as much as she likes to talk. Yeah, that's how I can't do it, so I'm helping. Prihelia was secretly good at cooking, so there was no particular objection to turning to the back. Work as you twirl around like a comrade. The order is coming. Cook. Carry. Sometimes it's as loving as it gets. It's tough.

"Because you don't have to think about turnover or anything. Anyway, let the customers relax."

That's what Lacey says, so no matter how crowded it is, it doesn't rush the guests. The customers are also so helpful because there are a lot of craftsmen and they know what the store is thinking, and after swallowing properly, they just vacate their seats. As soon as the seats were vacant, the artisans waiting outside slipped in. I can stroke one or two of my butts with drunken momentum, but that's such a situation I can't care less about anymore. I think I can turn my eyes.

"Sister, you're beautiful. Uh, shit. If I make a little money, I'll give you ten times twenty times more money."

"Customer, play."

Prihelia and a woman. Though it has booze in it, you can't be glad the young man dictated it to you.

They don't force themselves to dictate because they know they are the slaves of the treasurer, but they still come about holding hands, touching shoulders and touching their asses with drunken momentum. That's acceptable.

In particular, Judy has a strong desire for approval, and the more men ask for it, the more brilliant her eyes become. Drunk in the atmosphere of the place was also a dangerous pleasure that could not be countered.

Anyway, there's just an important customer who drops money. I need you to feel as good as you can and go home. It won't last tomorrow. There are things you can and can't do, but this is not a whorehouse, it's just a drinker. I had to be resolute in dealing with someone who was too prominent, and I needed something called the year to see through that border.

"- Hey, I'm in trouble. It's really like that."

"It's good, it's good, it's good, it's good."

"It's not a good idea to spare us because we're first sights."

"I don't think I've had a drink in such a crappy shop, so I can hang out at the inn for a bit."

Only there was a different atmosphere away from the cheerful hustle and bustle. Three unfamiliar men tangle badly to Judy. A regular man enters the arbitration, but I wonder if there's quite a bit of booze in it as well. When he pushes it over with a rambling hand, the vicious air starts drifting around him immediately.

When I turned my gaze on Marya, there was a "go sign" with my thumb down. Prihelia stepped out in front of the men when she wiped the water with a hand towel. The men laugh pointlessly at the Guerraggera with a voice that looks like a favorite when they view rape thoughtfully from top to bottom as suddenly licking the body of the advancing Prihelia.

"Why not? He's got a lot of twitching to do."

"Just fine. The three of us didn't have enough heads on our own."

"There's nothing to be afraid of. My lady is so sweet. Be quiet and I'll adore you till morning. Let's get out and have another drink at this stinking restaurant."

"Customer. On behalf of the owner of this store. Would you like to pick it up today? Besides, it will be a nuisance for all the cats."

I guess I felt the water bathed out of my head by the calm voice of Prihelia. The men, as they dyed their faces to the vermilion, slapped the table and sat down from the chair and raised their hips.

"What the hell are you doing out here?"

"How dare you talk about what we do?"

"I'll teach you how to scare a man. You know, if you wave that big ass all the time until morning and you know how great we are, you won't want to leave me."

"Apparently, you don't understand."

Prihelia quickly released a low kick at the man who stood up. The man who was kicked in the other tibia thoughtfully leaked a strange voice, "Aww," he buzzed down on his back as he wrapped his chair around him.

It is the other two who cannot remain silent. He grabbed me with his anger scattered, but Prihelia took only half a step away from him and paid for his leg.

One pushes momentum from the face to the table. One of the guests, who was bitterly watching the men swing by, smacked the liquor bottle in his hand as he thought. The glass is broken and dispersed with both dull sounds.

At the same time, there was wacky, loud cheer from the guests. When the one left left left behind was a discarded dialogue, he would lend his shoulders to his buddies and disperse the silver carriage pavilion.

"Don't do it, sister."

"I'm so freaked out!

"Han! Don't even look at this guy. It's his face. You'll never see your face around here again."

"Come on, Omei et al. Re-drink. Here's to our goddess Prihelia."

"Wow, I'm nothing..."

Unexpectedly wander in front of the exciting guests at once. This is how it looks, Prihelia is not so strong in booze. and would fall into a distinctly weaker category than

"Thank you, Prihelia. That was so cool!

Judy softens alcohol in her cup with an innocent smile. I thought it would be bad for me to say no unhindered when I was told so, and I decided to take a breath of the contents with just one cup. Another loud voice from the guests flies out as if it were a festival.

"Yaru. Bye. There's no way you can drink Juday's booze and not take this Mary's cup."

"Oh, you know. I really can't drink that much."

"There you go. You must be a liquor store woman, too. I didn't stick around, and I drank everything I was served. The Iron Code of the Silver Carriage Pavilion!

Yeah, I think. but somehow I was lumped. I'm going to clean up the store. I wonder if I could stay awake until the end, and Prihelia worried terribly with her drunken head around.

After the feast is always vain. When Prihelia sent the drunk out of the store without leaving him, she took on Marya, who was drunk and rammed to the counter, and Judy, who was round like a kitten on the table, to the upstairs bedroom. I guess I've been too drunk myself for a long time. When I did all that, I got even more drunk and my vision grew.

It was dark in the store because the light was down. Prihelia soaked a cup of soaked water from the water and, sighing, sat deeply in the chair and exhaled a long sigh.

(Speaking of which, sir. You didn't come after all......)

I would be busy doing a lot of things, but seriously, the memories that accompanied the crowd were too much fun on the new, so the sadness crept up on my chest for no reason.

Until recently, silence dominates the stores that were so noisy. Speaking of which, my ex-husband, who slapped herself into slavery, was also a man who liked booze. He had always had sad memories of liquor because he had a bad liquor habit and when he got drunk, he went to the casino and got winded up without leaving any money for the day.

It doesn't make sense to remember the past. The former pavilion owner was a small, gentle man without even a beating, but without so much thought, how many couples would have followed the path of ruin. If he asked me if I resented him, it seemed as if to Prihelia, like listening to a fairy tale of a distant country, a world far from me.

Not just the glare, but even the headache eventually hit me. In the meantime, I pushed the swing door open and out onto the surface in an attempt to soothe the mood even by breathing outside air. I guess no one is walking away anymore. The outside world was quiet. The silver carriage pavilion's attire is shaped in such a way that the chest is heavily exposed that it was cold when subjected to cold night chills.

I guess it was because of the drunkenness, or the lack of vigilance. My arm accidentally stretched out of the dark and I was grabbed by my leg neck. Shortly after he raised his voice, countless arms crawled around his body instantly, finding out that Prihelia was instantly entangled. Thick, muscular uplifting arms coming up my throat. A rough beastly man's breath whispered in his ear.

"Ha. You took care of me earlier, sister. It's time to enjoy the evening."

He regretted that he was slammed and hit with a cold, hiatus blade on his neck. The shadows of the men, even if they quote less, are stuck.

A while ago, a bunch of violent men came to the store to ask for help and get revenge. When one of the men said, "Don't speak up," he carelessly rubbed his breasts and thighs roughly.

It's totally my mistake. I tried to resist, but I stopped. Anyway, he's the only one who can imitate the way he strikes a woman in the dark night. If it's done, we'll pull it up satisfactorily. Resisting poorly and getting hurt is boring.

Besides, there are still defenseless Maryas and Judy in the store. It's not like this is the first time a man has toyed with me. Keep your mouth shut and the storm will pass anyway.

Prihelia was confident that this degree of number of people would kick her ass if she wasn't even drunk, but oddly enough, she was a throwaway bowl about herself.

Anyway, I'm a dirty slave. Even with some mud on top of this, you can't be reborn into a beautiful lotus flower.

"You finally think about it."

"Oops. I'm grabbing the rest. Just get it over with."

"Whoa, let him calm down. Anyway, no one's walking late this evening."

As the men dragged the rear to the alley to Priya with strength, they pushed it down on their backs. Something hard and hot hit the groin area. I found my fingers on the shorts. In the back of my brain, my memories of fun during the day came back to life vividly. At the very least, I hope no one finds out. The moment I closed my eyes, I could see something hot approaching me that would erase the starchy air.

"Hey, what's Temehe...!

Clearly the air is changing. I'm terrified of the men's voices. Almost at the same time, the weight that was on my body was misty. The slab wall cracked and a loud blowing noise rang. It meant that a man was promptly eliminated by some hand.

"Passing international rescue team."

Shown in the slightest light was the long-awaited Lord of Prihelia, Shimenzo the man.

The collector with the lantern light kicked hard in the face of the sitting man as he revealed his anger.

The man flips like a frog when he raises a strange groan and stops moving immediately.

"My husband..."

"Sorry, I'm a little late. It's okay now."

When the collector showed his ni and white teeth, he slowly approached the five men with a hard look.

"I don't like it. What's the big deal? Can't you see the number of people over here?"

A man with a murderous head pulled out his dagger and barked briefly after being hit by a fellow. but the collector threw up like a mockery, looking closely at the white, pointed blade.

"I don't know how many feathery bugs I've had."

One of the men. I suddenly grabbed it. When the collector received the man's fist, he crushed his palms, like a round of paper scraps. The man screams out of pain. When the zodiac butched a knee kick into the face of a man who folded his body into a letter, he just happened to faint.

The men can no longer pull in and run in with a short knife in their hand. When the collector pulled out the long sword of his hips without a thing, he moved to the right to the left and let the silver wire slip from his hand.

The man whose ears were cut off, when he poked his buttocks on the spot, incontinent from fear or fiercely. Hot air rises white to night air along with the smell of ammonia. My voice leaked like a honking noise.

"Hey, wait a minute! Nothing. That's it, isn't it?

"A penny slaughter is a mess. You're not complaining about being murdered because you wanted to attack a weak woman."

When the men were severely injured in their wrists and shoulders, respectively, they ran away with us crying and crying. He didn't seem willing to fight until he put his life on the line from the start.

As Prihelia sat snugly, the collector with his long sword back in his sheath slowly approached him.

The eyes are strangely hot. When I realized it, I was stunned to learn that there were more tears on my cheeks.

A collector reaches out silently. When Prihelia stood up holding the man's thick palm, she jumped into the chest to hit her body, raising her voice without shame or audience.

"That's okay."

I didn't talk a lot, that's all I said. Prihelia felt like she could live with whatever hard things lay ahead with those words alone.

Feeling relied upon by the thickness of a man's breasts who would receive himself with his hands spread out, it seemed fateful to define that he would no longer be away from this man for the rest of his life.