Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Let's stay here today -"

"Are you staying with Hannah? I'm not thrilled."

"Again, if you're brave. The real thing is, you cum."

"Ha ha"

After that, the collector turned his full energies to getting Hannah in the mood. As a result, the castle gate in the castle city closed before entering the woodless city where the School of Magic was located, so I had no choice but to stay in a lodging near the station.

"What is it? It's too much fun."

"Excuse me. Hannah just made me take extra time, and this is what happened"

Hannah is sorry for her special victory, but when she thinks of her unresponsiveness like Stone Buddha until a few hours ago, she feels like she's relative to someone else.

(Totally. I'm tired of my little girl getting in the mood...)

Once the navel was bent, her stiffness was astonishing. Anyway, I don't even reply when I talk to you. You look at me with grudgingly stuck eyes beside me.

Usually submissive, she learned that once this happened a woman who had never even shown the word "is" of disobedience would be beyond her control, and the collector grew up with one, but the price was huge.

(Sighs) Isn't this guy sent here to support me? Instead, you're interrupting, aren't you? You're a disturbing child, aren't you? Mm-hmm. Ma, come)

The collector looked back on today and tried to think about it a lot, but the brain refused to do so because of the daytime battle and excessive stress. As I lowered my back to the bed, my belly rang.

"You're hungry. Hannah, why don't you go get some dinner?"

"Yes. I'll serve you."

The collector took Hannah with him for a snack at the neighborhood liquor store and snagged a cup and went back to his room.

Affordable accommodation is really just an institution for sleeping, but wherever you look, you can't help but say luxury because there are only this level of things around the station.

Lie with your eyes closed. It would be the same wherever you are if you let go of consciousness, wrapped in darkness that you can't even see a few centimeters away. Sometimes wild weather will suffer from the cold of wind and rain, but if there is an enclosure and the wind is blocked, it is a hot summer. Whether the equipment is old or dirty, it doesn't really matter.

As I guddled on the bed, Hannah shyly walked up to me dressed for sleeping rolls in the corner of the room. It's like a bride celebrating her first night. I'm not wrong.

"Um, sorry to keep you waiting"

"Go to sleep, then. It doesn't make any more sense."

"Eh. Because of this, it's a trip for both of us, so I've been preparing for it."

"Huh. It's still early for your kids. Thank you for joining us."

"Wow. It's kind of a sight from the top - But Hannah, maybe we can just sleep together."

"Go to sleep, already."

As I put my head on the pillow, I learned the feeling of sneaking into the sheets in the dim, which made me feel kind of strange.

Hannah says it's been thirteen this year, but it doesn't seem like that much has changed since it was first last year.

Regardless, it should be a stretch everywhere as she was growing up, but I couldn't handle it as a one-person woman.

The collector doesn't remember sexual desire unless she's a nice glamour woman with a tight place to get out and tighten.

In other words, it's no different than sleeping with Lucille, a young girl, in a pet sensation. No matter how many adult boys a certain carnal desire accumulated, something could not have happened.

"Um, brave man."

"What the fuck?"

"Isn't Hannah that appealing?

I made a voice that looked like she was hanging up with her face in her ear. Exhalation tickles my ears. The collector told him how he felt as he lay still, without daring to push.

"It's just too early. See you next year."

"Next year…. Can we be a real couple next year?"

He sniffs out his body. The sweet smell tickles my nasal cavity. Is it sentimental that I am traveling? - No, guide. Maybe this is her land.

As a Victoire samurai, freedom was restricted from an early age - no, with no understanding that it was restricted in the first place - and it may be normal for a girl who was made to be daughter-in-law by a man who had just been, and who could not have had time to love each other as a man and woman, to make out weak sounds that she would not normally show.

The collector is an adventurer, and the routine is everyday in the first place. I can't guarantee my safety until next year's life, not after 10 years in a world where I hang up very normally.

Hannah will have no choice but to leave herself to the fever that sprays out of her to take care of the time she has momentarily now.

There are only women in the mansion. Even if it's a topic I don't usually want to hear about, or if I don't like it more than I live there, it gets in my ear. Hannah hasn't even had her first period yet. It was just a hug.

What would I have thought and lived in all these years? Just in adolescence. A boy student in a year or two of middle school would only have thought about fucking a woman like a monkey.

Because I kept thinking longer than I thought, I could tell from the thin fingertips that Hannah was shuddering in small pieces.

"It's a good idea. Next year and next year, we'll always be together. Then I'll adore you till you lose your hips - so be prepared."

Hannah rocks herself so big that she's even stronger and sticks her whole body together. Heat propagates like a mass of fire. The treasurer stayed in the rather murky smell of a mute woman rising from nature and her body.

"Okay. But even if we don't get to the end, we'll have to do as much as we can."

"What are you talking about? - Whoa!

My lips were snatched away by an unintentional beating. The collector intercepted Hannah's passionate kiss, whilst making his eyes black and white. Read the small, snug tongue movement and tangle your own tongue.

I feel like I'm soaking in hot, drooling lava. The room is sealed and the moonlight doesn't even come in, so I don't care who I'm hugging.

When the lips are released, the dripping saliva passes to the jaw and falls off. I rushed to reach for my pillow and tried to find the candlestick, but they grabbed my wrist clearly.

"I regretted it, didn't I? Regardless of your other sister, I can't believe that such a little girl took away my brave lips..."

"Hey! Wait a minute! If I stay. Life is long. Your body hasn't..."

"So even if I do not end up, I have the skill to satisfy some brave men. It's not a baby you don't know, is it? Did you think I was a sweet woman who missed this chance? I'm sorry, but I won't let you ever feel like holding another woman again. The brave man, at least for tonight, is mine alone."

I tried to escape, but Hannah was on top of the belly of the collector by switching positions around. Only her eyes seemed to glow in darkness.

This evening, an attack with all its secrets was carried out on the bed, and what would it be, the collector bravely fought for Hannah, but with a daring defeat, he was narrowed to a squeeze to the point where he could exhaust both his mind and soul.

"Bravery. Look, the castle gate is open. Let's go. Ugh."

"Oh, yeah."

The day after dawn. The collector waited for Woodless City's castle gate to open and finally entered the castle.

As he passes by showing the inlet guard the entry pass issued by Andrew State, he moves on the laid cobblestone as Hannah draws his hand in the glowing sun.

"You're doing well."

The sun looks yellow. Overnight, he was supposed to be resting at the inn, but the treasurer's cheeks were so tight that he seemed slightly thin.

"Huh! Because. Hannah asked the brave man to share her energy yesterday."

Hannah was dancing as she fluttered her skirt, twirling and spinning with a fun look that she wouldn't be cheerful any more. Because of my mind, my cheeks are more squeamish than usual.

(Koitsu......! Absolutely sacubus or something, absolutely. I'm out of my mind, on the way)

I counted until the eighth time, but then I don't remember ahead. In my dreams, I saw myself sucked and melted all over my body into something like muddy, amorphous jelly, and eventually shrunk. It's not my fault, I don't have any strength at all in my hips. I can't always care less about the long sword wrapped around my hips, but I couldn't wait to see that the rock mass was pinched.

"That, you're not well. Brave man, we didn't even have much breakfast. Hannah is worried and worried, her chest is going to rip."

"I'll bust you, you jerk"

Hannah is tongue-in-cheek as she escapes and closes one eye. It's a little cute, but it's upsetting again. Even though the collector likes to blame him, he didn't like the fact that he did it unilaterally yesterday.

- Well, don't stick around. Don't stick to your hips. It's hard to walk.

"Hey. You, get out of my way"

"Isn't that nice? When I get back to the mansion, I can't do this. No?"

"Ugh. Just... keep it that way."

Copy that.

Woodless City was basically an academic city with a large proportion of scholars and artists. Many students. There were not only magic schools, but also knight training schools that train officers in the military, established ones that produce hands-on crafts for export to other countries, and textile factories.

"Woodless is also flourishing in textiles. What do you think about buying fabrics for souvenirs? It's a contract to soften the area, isn't it?

"Ma. The wind will be stronger for you if you don't have the talent to survive."

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Assuming the textile flourishes, many needles serve in that factory. It's early in the morning, so the young needle girls at the factory are walking away in a fuss.

"Whoa!"

Then the fact that the eyes go is also irresistible, but Hannah, who is usually allowed to laugh indulgently, said with a chilled face, "What are you thinking?" As he frightened the aura away, the Zao turned his gaze only to the cobblestone and walked naggingly.

"Brave man. If you see a cheap needle, your eyes will be crushed. Pump."

"Right. Besides, there might be a good chance that my cloudless temples will be judged by eye punching."

As we passed through the craftsmanship district, this time the spirited city continued. All the people on the road are gentlemen and ladies who hit and changed and settled down. Amongst them, it is obvious that it is unusual to see a collector with a lofty sword on his waist in a used coat, such as an adventurer, who occasionally throws his gaze, of course.

"It's a bookstore district around here, isn't it? Academic smell is puffy."

"Yeah, you're a little interested. Come in."

"Right. I think the new issue is in order, so I'll be delighted to take a look at some of Rudge's souvenirs."

When I took him into the store, what the collector had imagined was different, and the figure of the book was without a shadow. At the counter stood a literary boy with glasses that looked clever, and in the back was a booth for business talks, and a number of tables were arranged to see the clerk and the customer talking to him.

"I'm a bookstore, but I don't have a book."

"Brave man. This is what bookstores are for. Look, that's the inventory. Customers will look at the inventory, decide which books to purchase and order. Always, what Hilda or Meryandale are reading is a popular reading…. Except for the rubbed out second-hand ones, this is how you order them and get them printed new, or they come from a specialized warehouse."

"Hmm. Somehow, it's a hassle. Speaking of which, I always read that I had bought it appropriately in the city"

"If you're Rudge, you'll prefer academic books. The trend, Hannah knows, is to order and come. It's easy because it delivers to the mansion."

Are you used to these things, Hannah moved to the commercial booth and started talking to the bookstore clerk.

The collector was free, so he gave a little bit to a lady clerk with a manly face who looked a little stiff but seemed disturbed on the bed, and was smiled at and blamed by Hannah after the order.

"Oh, not if you're touring such an adamatic heavenly spot! We're going to the magic school where Lacey is."

"Yep. Have you noticed?"

When the collector returned to me left the store at once, he walked out without a flank this time. The School of Magic is located in the middle of Woodless City. I was able to reach my destination without being particularly disturbed.

"You're finally here. I've had a hard time."

"Yep. Nothing happened, did it? Hannah, it's boring."

"Don't call it event-inducing. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay."

"Ugh. Hannah saw you brave enough to throw and smash an impending incident..."

"Russai. Anyway, let's get in there."

That's the college facility that Count Stae has been raising for generations with his assets. Around, it was surrounded by roughly high stone walls, and the gates were stuffed and laid with rugged guards.

The soldiers of the guard were openly alert to the approaching collectors, carrying spears. When Hannah approached him and gave him Victoire's cover letter, his waist softened as soon as possible.

"How was...?

Hannah dropped her shoulders and came close to Tobotobo, she came out with a bat mark with both arms.

Something is subtly fine with the art. That's the impression I have to make.

"This facility. Once in, it seems that they are quite inconvenient and that it is difficult for women and men to meet in person if they are not people residing in the realm. It takes time to scrutinize."

"I guess you told her I was Lacey's husband."

"Still, they're going to get confirmation from Kittin and Andrew State, so they're going to have nearly ten days in the formal process. It looks like the day after tomorrow, so if you wait until that day, or"

"I don't want to see you inside, but I don't want to see you outside."

"It seems problematic that scandals can happen inside the college, outside -"

"If you're outside the college, do you know where the responsibility lies? Damn, this is your bureau job. I'm not kidding. I can't believe I didn't see you when I got here. If this happens, kick these guys in the ass, but I'm gonna get you into something."

"I was wondering if I could still recommend that. This is another realm, and if anything happens, your daughter will not be able to help you. And Lacey's heart."

"Am I right? What did Lacey say?

"... I don't know about this, but I didn't say no with my husband, and my determination to get out of the realm and learn magic is not a big deal. Hannah doesn't know what happened with the brave man, but if you're normal, you can't complain about being tried by law after being cut off from the edge.

He came after me. Then it would seem that mundane replies, etc. to let's go home would be done with even a little self-esteem. I was wondering if it would be a good idea to take the time to reconcile a little bit. "

"We don't even talk about it. I'm not convinced! Doesn't it make sense that you've come this far?"

"Even if they say so."

I don't even know Hannah is a good toast. Not that the collector is familiar with women's hearts, but if he nevertheless finds out he's been chasing them, it's about Lacey, his heart will always shake.

(I have a problem with that. I stayed drunk and didn't listen to her properly. First of all, I need to apologize and discuss what's ahead with Kitin. I can't help it. As much as magic, there will be one or two teachers who will teach Silver Villago that they no longer learn in such an exaggerated place)

The collector began to circle around there like a starving bear, with his arms around him. Dark colour of agitation. Too spinning, Hannah warmed up wondering if it would be melted butter, precisely then, the zodiac stood up on the spot with a look as if struck by heaven.

"Brave man, what's wrong? Are you hungry, Itai, Itai?

"My stomach is in good shape. I don't think so. I have this."

This is the only way anymore. The collector removed and wore the bracelet of change as it seeped sweat into his forehead.

This bracelet is equipped with the power to metamorphose to the woman that comes to mind.

At that time, perhaps, the unconsciously conceived "she" thing had emerged and transformed from deep psychology. Now, I'd like to think it's probably a lot better.

"Brave man. But who are you going to change to?"

"Just shut up and come here."

"Ahem. Oh, no, bold!

But I'm happy, ignoring Hannah like that and taking her into the shade of a tree. It's away from the gate, so the guards won't know what the collectors are doing.

I put my hands on Hannah's shoulders and put my face nearer. Regardless, to strongly consolidate the image, Hannah is dyeing her cheeks in cherry blossom to stick out her lips all the time about what she misunderstood. I almost laughed a little, but I got it.

Close your eyes and attach the image to the back of your brain. As soon as possible, magic was released from the bracelet. Along with the pale light emitted by the pat, the body of the treasurer instantly became a girl just like Hannah in front of her.

"What do you say? Perfect."

"No..."

"It is. Hannah, you look just like me, don't you? I don't know for myself."

"Ahem. I can't believe how much you love Hannah, and how much you love each other by changing to Hannah. That's too much playing altitude. But if the brave man wants, Hannah will try to do whatever slutty deeds the world can turn away from. Lets camone!

"Take it easy. Who wants such a perverted lesbian play"

"Oops. Are you kidding me too? Haha."

"Anyway, now it's a prerequisite to meet Lacey somehow. If this is your twin sister, you can go to the girls' dorm. You just have to solve the transformation after you meet him."

"Really? But Brave Man and Hannah have different hair colors, and I was wondering if there were any particular problems."

Hannah rubbed her eyes in tears. If this happens, we just have to leave ourselves to the momentum of the field. The collector stood up and quickly ascertained his body. Apparently, this changing bracelet also changes the clothing it wears on par with what I imagined. Instead of the usual adventure clothes, etc., it has turned into the same outfit as Hannah.

(Is this the skirt? Besides, there's something between the crotches, but it's a lot of patience)

"Mm-hmm. Brave man, and may you be a pretty little girl. It's very, very good, it's good, it's very good, it's very dark hair."

"That's because you praise yourself all the way around. The material is Hannah herself. Ma, no. Let's break through the examination successfully. Here's the setup. I am Hannah's twin sister and was sent by Silver Villago to look after Lacey. You don't have a problem with this, do you?

"There are many more advanced aristocrats in the School of Magic, so you won't be questioned. So let's go! Oh, uh. What about your name?

"It's Shirley."

"Oh, is that Shirley?"

"The brunette maid is set with Shirley more than in ancient times. This is too much of a primitive body."

"Hannah doesn't understand what brave people are saying."

It was just an idea, but the collector's "Operation Dodgy Twin-Maid" worked fine. The guard took my hand and guided me to the front door of the girls' dorm when there was no collector who had been there earlier. Apparently, the world is full of lolicons.

"Feelings Wary. Those guys are absolutely virgins. I'm sure."

"It's too obvious."

Even inside the college, the dorm was heavily guarded in the dorm. The collectors, when they came to the front of the girls' dorm, were censored again by the guards.

And, even so, a certain trust would have been gained by being already in the College.

The possession inspection was carried out and, upon temporary deposit of only the sword, the gender was orally confirmed and finally allowed to enter the woman's garden inside the fence.

At the entrance, a middle-aged woman performing management was asked to confirm. If you ask, it was just lunch break.

The students often take their lunch in the dorm cafeteria.

If you want, they could also call in cooks from and out of the college to make a special menu, but they said they wouldn't go that far unless they were so golden nobles and merchants.

Standing in a blur, the entrance became noisy. Butterflies and disturbed footsteps approach. Surprised by the shadows that had popped up, the voices heard somewhere were echoing as the collector fell swimming.

"Sorry. I'm in a hurry right now!

The shadow is donning away without looking back. He is wearing an unfamiliar blue robe, but undoubtedly the person was Lacey, the wife of the treasurer.

"Oh, you've easily reunited. I mean, you didn't notice."

"Well, that doesn't feel like it's just a mess. I didn't even notice you."

"That's what you said, may it hurt you"

As the collector was standing up with the dust of his skirt, he made sure to chase Lacey, and the butterflies and twenty-three female students showed up at the front door.

"What can I do, what the hell can I do?"

"As it is, Lacey is a big deal...!

There was a sense of sadness that only those who were cornered by a faint voice would give. The collector, standing in front of the girls, held back their whereabouts as they tried to rush out.

"What are you doing? I'm not going anywhere. We're in a hurry right now."

- Can I hear that story for a second?

The voice is as high as Hannah's. The girls instinctively felt what lurked in the depths of their voices, and froze their voices.

"I don't want to be bad. I'm on Lacey's side."

Sorcery is not half as viable as you can remember in a few days. Lacey knows. I know a hundred things about that, and I'm running.

Even if it is a facility that operates on the lord's lap. How many thoughtless people would it be that easily caused a blade wound sharpening, even if Lambert, who would join the clan of lords, was an untouched idiot lord?

Lacey was disgusted with herself trying not to deliberately think about the worst in her mind.

I'm scared. I was hoping that what was going on ahead would fall within common sense.

but have I not seen how many barbaric acts are carried out in circumstances that cannot happen? Until the incident involving my father, Lacey thought that she had lived in such a bloody havoc and other irrelevant worlds, and naturally she would end up living that way.

The death of my father, who was a liquor store owner everywhere who was gentle.

The secret of my birth.

Mother who was actually a water spirits (Seylan).

Meet the man you love, like a story.

days of adventure far from previous imaginations that accompanied it.

- I think I'll throw it away. You throw away your old common sense.

I left the realm that I had never exited since I was born and came to a city I didn't know as one.

What is it for? Whether it's to help someone you love or not, it's to build yourself out.

Perhaps the struggle is unstoppable. Apparently Lambert has hired several Gorotsky. Probably can't help it if I go.

Water-based magic has not even succeeded with the gentlest ice arrows (ice shots), having only heard a little about seating. Even if you concentrate your spirit, the only thing that comes out of your fingertips is a sharpened icy cunt.

I have a protective knife on my hips, but it's the mountain of Sekiyama that hurts me even if I swing poorly in my arms.

- Lacey, it's better to peel the fruit!

I was badly received by Karen before. Lacey's knife judgment would have been a laughingstock for her, who was a people of the meadows and had repaired one martial arts as well.

At that time, I was wondering if I needed to fight. Whenever you get pinched, the collector will help you. In fact, he always appeared refreshed like a knight in the story, and cleaned up any awkward monster or villain, as if it were natural to converge so.

I'm scared. I'm scared. Afraid to fight. I'm afraid they'll yell at me. If I think I'm going to expose myself to this shiny white blade tip, I can't stop shivering.

But I'm not strong enough to keep my ears shut knowing that Pioneer is in danger.

I want to get there, but I hope I don't get there forever.

Lacey ran even to the paradox staining deep into her heart, crisp and painful in her chest.