Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector was sitting on a bench set in the rear of the classroom dedicated to the servant, chewing his yawn to death.

"Huh, I slept"

"What the hell, Cora," he chopped his mentch off in his spare time, as his neighboring nobleman's youngest son was revealing his disgusting face.

She looks like a cute girl who traced Hannah, but she is a rough guy who has cut the contents but likes it better than three times of rice.

The youngest felt the fierce willingness to kill blowing and nagged with a cold sweat.

I won.

However, trying to threaten such a trinket meant nothing, and it wasn't likely to buy me a lot of time in the first place.

It was the first time I knew I was a maid, but this job was terribly boring. In the morning, get up and eat dinner, wait jizzily in the back seat until Lacey finishes her class, and when she finishes her morning sit-down, return to the women's dorm canteen for dinner, and in the afternoon watch her magic training again outdoors.

(Ha. I think I'm losing my mind! What. Was the student such a bore? I've endured this kind of thing. Scared!)

College was excluded from his brain, by the way, because most of the lectures were deceived by the return of generations. It is an extremely ineligible attitude as an academic.

But a teacher-like, blue-black face man keeps talking to Bella Bella about lectures on water magic that are incomprehensible to the collector. I don't do sheet books.

Or there's no such thing as a blackboard in the first place. When I glanced at Lacey, I tried to eat something that looked like a textbook with my eyes and was desperate to listen to the lecture.

She didn't seem so proficient in letters. Untired of watching, the break also blamed my friend for questioning me, and that was the attitude that inspired me to study seriously.

I was relieved that I couldn't get extra bugs, but I expected Lacey to exhale in a ho, and, well, here they come. Goodbye.

"Princess, why don't you have a graceful lunch with me"

And a prince who has been in exile from Kunikuniku.

"Hey, hey. Let's go out with me next time."

and dog-based shota.

"Lacey, I want you to play your work with my harp."

and a mysterious bard.

"Just shut up and hang out with me. Hmm?"

and Oraora men.

"Not at all. You can't watch your way. Different basic interpretations of magic in the first place"

and glasses literary men.

"... so many pests wandering around my Lacey even with so few quotes. Now, what are you gonna do?"

The collector was face-to-face with Hannah in the corner of the classroom for an operational meeting with the blubber. By the way, from the side, it just looks like the twin maids are talking to each other. The pseudo was perfect.

"Uh, Hannah also collected a bit of information. First of all, Prince Craig, one of whom has been in romantic exile from Eurotia. I'm calling myself that. Bloodlines are pretty suspicious, too.

You two are just twelve-year-old boys by the name of Chotakovich, especially a genius who excels in magical propriety, but you're conceiving all three wives until you get into college. Hey. It seems they were the leading noblemen of the land, unable to stay in their homeland, and came to Woodless as well as fleeing at night.

to, McGuide the Bard. It's a mystery - why are the bards in and out of the college? It's an elf tribe, but its origin is unknown. Apparently, he's a squire of boys in the same class, but I want you to give him a break for letting him go.

Alright, I'm an Oresama boy named Augustus, but this one looks curious, but it's a trace of the Baron's house, and I'd say it's the furthest. In a way, I'm wearing a character with a brave man.

Garlic is a talented man with good eyeglasses. I'm Mark Shellingham. I'm pretty handsome, but from Hannah's point of view, this kind of hydrogali system is the creepiest. Man, I think I'm gonna have to lose it. That's it. "

"At the end of the day, it's perfectly your opinion. Well, okay. Let's crush it in order."

Copy that.

"... but don't let them find out"

When the collector laughed in a cookie, push-kill voice, he imitated scratching his neck off with his fingertips.

- Come on, shall we start the game?

First of all, I can't wait to be conceived by that lad around the corner before I gently change my mind about Lacey.

(Lacey's officially saying she's married in the first place, but don't call her a grand cona. Shit!

Therefore, I will give you a heavenly gift. at best, suffer)

First, the first person the collector targeted was Shota Koko Men's Shota Kovich.

"Hey, Nadenade," said this boy, who looked so sorry for his older sister, with a sweet voice, "Derme. Because no, no, no," and so on. I stuck my chest and butt all over my chest on the grounds that Lacey only refused to be easy.

At all, it is a place that does not fear God. When the collector first called Shotakovic to the bathroom, taking advantage of his appearance as a beautiful girl of the same quality as Hannah, he punched him in the back of the head with or without hesitation, took him into a private room at the college and subjected him to punishment.

"Shh, yubi, yubi, yum. Hey, I was after you. Ahhh."

"Uh. What were you after, Cora? What were you going to do, you fucking kid!

"Ahhh!

The collector stripped Shotakovic naked and wrapped him around in a rough rope, beating him around with a stick that made him sassy first.

Shotakovic was hit countless times in the back, and at last in time, he confessed that he was going to get into Lacey and have a good physical relationship, withdraw funds from his parents' house and lead a so-called "hippo life".

"What's a hippo life! That's the money I earned from sweating! You bastard!"

"Ahhh!

"You sound like a pig! Ring it, ring it more!

"Ha-ha-ha!

"Hmm? What those eyes..."

Shotakovic looks at this one giddy with a decent eye. He is a man, a treasurer. Therefore, it was immediately possible to guess what he was thinking.

"Queen. Oh. More, hit me. Huh?"

……

The collector silently kicked Shotacovic's scrotum completely to pieces. Then, multiplied by the shade of night, when he crossed to an illegal guild, he ordered him to be delivered to the house of the nobleman who was chasing him with his blood eyes.

"Um, he'd be happy to decorate his birthplace with brocade too"

"Good job, brave man."

The next person I called was the bard's McGuide.

"Why, in the first place, the displaced style wanders around the school with a big face. This leads to a disturbance in the wind discipline. And so I'll cut his harp string for you. bump bump."

The collector worked with Hannah to cut out every night a string that could be McGuide's life.

To begin with, "Hmm. You're a guessy harasser," he wanted, but within ten days he was about to become a neurosis.

As a finish, I jumped off the roof of the school building and suffered a complicated fracture as I whispered in my ear, "Shit," and "It's a murmur," whenever the collector passed by.

Ultimately, he swung the harp and hit the dean of the academy, so he was ice marinated in hydromagic and carried without being there.

Processed in parallel were Prince Craig and Augustus of Oresama descent. First, Prince Craig let Hannah take full advantage of Tute, the Barthelmee family's kinship, to find out that he was an illegal immigrant - in fact, he was paying a missed fee to a human being on top of the college - and hoped to leave the country in accordance with the law. In addition, the prince was executed in the country to which he was repatriated because he decided not to involve a person on the part of the college who had been unjustly bribed.

At the same time, it is how Augustus deals with it. He was hesitant to trap him, not as naughty as he seemed. As I poked around and looked into it, I found that I was seriously in love with Lacey and was becoming an "extra annoying..." issue.

The collector here, for the first time, solved the effects of the bracelet of change and convinced Augustus to give up by beating him squarely and talking with his fists after returning to the man.

"Well, I don't know. Sounds like the only one in pure love was Augusta."

"Good luck, brave man"

After school, the collector had a meeting opposite Hannah in a corner of the classroom where no one was anymore.

There was also the result of the two efforts, and the uncomfortable ones who openly approach Lacey almost disappeared. And, although the boys students who saw the noticeable presence that was in motion removed from one end have a strong interest in their older and colorful sisters, no one had the guts to hold them together until they risked their lives already.

"One more. Cobae bastards flying around Lacey."

"Is that Mark? Hyorogali glasses, right? But this guy's a total chicken bastard. I saw the rivals disappear one after the other, and now I'm starting to take the distance out of Lacey. I don't think it's going to disappear naturally, even if you don't care."

"In the meantime, be vigilant. I need you to keep watching me."

"Okay -"

"Hmm. In the meantime, the meeting is over. Hannah sticks to Lacey. I'll take a walk there and then I'll go back."

The collector left the classroom when he shut the door. If you noticed, the sunset was falling.

Seems like you're continuing your pointless jail time. In the first place, isn't it the futures of free issues that are directly face-to-face?

This is not who I am. Not like myself at all, I think. Pushing her identity and forcing her to bring Lacey back to the Mansion is something she can't do.

This is not modern society. Male and female inferiority are the worlds of common sense. If we can prove that we are a couple, neither can the college stop the collector from acting. Because both the meaning of the treasurer being a husband and his rights to his wife are secured by the "Church" of this world.

Whatever else, secular power does not extend at all to matters between husband and wife. But even with the fact that the collectors were openly violent towards Lacey, unless they were relatives, it was because the basic, orderly side could not intervene.

"Besides, Lacey's trying so hard..."

From what the zodiac sees, she was incredibly diligently indulging in witchcraft. Coming here, not even half a month later, I was already mastering the basic magic of water attributes, the attack system ice arrows (ice shots) and the healing system of water (aqua heels).

Talented. And the increased awareness and effort that will support it.

It hurts my heart to interrupt the hard working one. From time to time, Lacey was foolish enough to want to go home in bed, but she didn't even show her ruggedness in public. It was beautiful somewhere that she punched into the grump with a handful of other students saying it was too late to start learning magic.

"I wonder what I'm doing"

The palm of his hand, which remained a woman in the bracelet of change, opened with a gnaw. The shadow I saw on the shore that day may be the symbol of my own weakness that was deep in my heart.

(I'm afraid of losing Lacey)

I remember the words Maggot left behind during the scattering when he was alone.

"That's right. He said we'd have a lot of adventures..."

Walk through the school alone at dusk with a pompous look. Second, a large building caught my eye. Yeah, and tilt your neck to explore your memory.

"Yes, this was a library."

I didn't care what happened. A little, I wanted to calm down and tidy up my head.

Even if it's a city in the woods that's much less humid and easier to spend than Japan, it must be in the summer.

Because of the magic of the changing bracelet that kept the body of an unfamiliar girl for a long time, the collector was more physically and mentally exhausted than he thought.

Libraries of this era were tightly guarded anyway. First of all, there were still guards at the entrance carrying out walking posts, checking the people entering and leaving day and night.

The library was always open because some of the students were not tired of doing their research at night, and after the faculty had completed their daytime lectures, some humans who had no work the following day thoroughly encouraged them to do their magic research.

The collector is superficial and a servant frame serving Lacey, so I could also go in and read the book if I presented my ID. Some of the servants who served the nobility were highly educated and were given special consideration. This is a rather pure ploy.

"Ah, cool."

Is the time about 5: 30 in the evening? During the day, the heat of sunlight that was illuminating the earth drifts around without mist.

After eight o'clock at night, the temperature dropped to nearly twenty degrees, making it easier to spend a good time, but at this point the sweaty heat remained.

The collector wore the same clothes as Hannah, so naturally it's not easy to spend. Women don't expose their basic skin very much. Regardless of the ethnicity, consideration is given to the extent to which the fabric is thinner, but if you wear a skirt that covers your ankles in the summer with a very clear dress, you can't wait to feel the wind you tried.

Regardless of the woman who is born through them, the keeper is a man who was fine and skinned if he couldn't stand it.

However, the library had giant ice columns installed everywhere that lowered the temperature, assuming a constant temperature was maintained to protect the books.

I don't know what technique is applied, but the more I'm in the ice room, the soothing and cooler it is in the library. After the afternoon's practical moves, everyone spent a little more free time, so it was normal to go back to the dorm, and for that matter the inside of the library was idle.

"Ah, it's Shirley. Do it."

Lacey. Lacey.

The collector was blurred and awakened with a voice and haste. There, Lacey, with a few books, stood nicely.

"It's unusual. Are you a reader, too? Ah."

Lacey, who spoke by invitation, immediately silenced the female student, who had tied the book at the front, pointing to the sticky paper. The paper somehow said "strictly forbidden to speak private language" or something. You tough ones.

"You're gonna get mad, so let's be quiet"

"Um, I think I hear you at all."

The female student moved her seat as she roughly closed the book, intimidating her with a kicking and scary eye. Well, I don't know how it feels. Lacey was the type of person who had a loud, often unadjustable terrain in city women.

"Ha ha. You're pissed off. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Lacey. Be quiet in the library."

"Omen."

There was such interaction, and it was no longer an atmosphere for thinking. In other words, the problem is she herself immerses herself in reading in front of the collector.

Lacey works in reading with creases between her eyebrows and strange roars like "Uhm" and "Aya". On second thought, she also has a hard time reading newspapers. The collector is also unlikely to be able to help because he is far inferior to Lacey in the reading comprehension of Romless characters.

(Good luck. I don't know, but you have guts to read it! Phew!)

Send ale in the proper mind. Looking at the title of the book, he apparently fights "Primary Hydromagic Hands". The book is difficult because the paper is discoloured yellow and the flattery and ink development are beautiful. One reading is very much this ordeal. I have to think that Japan was blessed to make it.

Nevertheless, it was also quite painful to sit without doing anything. The collector eventually travels slowly to the land of his dreams as his brain is offended by cockroaches and impending sleepers.

"Funno!

If you noticed, you were unconscious. I mean, he was watching Lacey with his cheek wand, but his jaw was sliding out of his hand and punching him in the face at his desk.

"Hey, hey. It sounded amazing. What are you...?

"Ugh. Oh, yes. It's going, I guess."

silent pressure from students indoors. Because you can't help it because you want to sleep, and you can't even reopen it. When I took my seat, I lowered my head with a pepper.

"Me, I'm gonna go wash up a little bit."

"Oh, okay. Be careful."

The treasurer stood in his seat, wandering around fluttering.

No matter, I have no intention of urinating. I have to move my body to quench my drowsiness.

The library was large enough to seem inexhaustible in this day and age. I'm not so proficient in letters that I don't even think about reading them to my hands.

"You don't have comics or anything. Isn't there?"

I'm not that familiar with typography. Secondly, when I stopped, something strange got into my eyes.

"Whoa! This is..."

That was the sight of the task of one woman pulling the book out of the top of the bookcase. She had stacked several crates and was forced to reach into the bookcase under very precarious circumstances.

Notably, it was its posture. She would be, young, in her early twenties, no matter how she saw it.

What caught the attention of the collector was that she was wearing a super mini. It was just one of those points.

I can't see, I can't see. This path alone could not help but attract even if the body was a woman.

The keeper flutters closer to the woman's feet so that bugs can be sucked into the moth lamp.

I found myself lowering my gaze here and here.

but when she saw it as a maid who seemed harmless to have come close, she quickly regained consciousness to the task of unplugging the book.

It was at that moment that the collapse began. The crate wobbled about and the woman's balance broke out.

Even if you look at it, it looks pretty beautiful. The area with glasses looked a lot like Rudge's, but he had a more moderate, worse, troll look than an intelligent impression, one way or another.

What was decidedly different from Rudge was the chest. I try to stick my jacket up, and it's yummy. That alone permits everything. It was such a brilliant thing.

(Sooo yummy...... No, no! This guy's gonna fall!

When the collector takes a stance with his legs spread out reflexively, he becomes in a position to take them with his arms open.

Most importantly, there was nothing wrong with that as usual, but now the body was extremely small, just like Hannah's. Yunta Yun Woman is quite tall and has eyes. It's impossible to take it.

Patternly, the plan was to nicely catch a beauty out of balance at height and touch the dsacres, but when the woman cut the dragonfly in unexpected, unexpected, or cat-like movements, she landed once.

"Oops!

The collector hurriedly held the crate and stopped the collapse. This is the library in the first place, and if you make a big noise, you'll attract the crowd.

The woman was tall. Probably the same as Victoire or slightly above. I can tell when I face it, but I have a mummy and indescribable tone on my big breasts. The collector gazed at the woman's wonderful body when he whistled humbly.

"Are you sure? Are you hurt?

The woman nodded small, gently closing her eyes with her hands on her chest. It was understandable that even if it was a ceremony in this region or without words, I was conveying my gratitude.

Once again the woman assembled a crate that was about to collapse as the collector moved his munya mouth, thinking about what to say next.

"Oh, I'll help."

The woman began to move her hands silently, not even making a rejection when she nodded. The silence gave me a sense of intimacy when I resembled Lucille, a little elf somewhere.

"You want to take that high ground book? I'll do it instead."

The woman shakes her neck as she sifts to the side. It's a sign of refusal. At the same time, my chest swung saggily to the side. It was an overwhelming mass.

"I can't. 'Cause you're the tinier one than me"

"Oh, well. Bye. I'll hold you downstairs. That would be nice."

The woman nodded again, holding the book in her hand aside, and began to climb into the crate.

"Emmanuel"

"Huh?"

"My name. Me, actually, the clerk here. What about the maid?

"... Oh, you mean me. Um, he's a collector."

I thought I'd name the pseudonym Shirley, but I named her my real name because I thought I'd never come to the library again anyway, and I'd never see Emmanuel.

"Klund? A rare name"

"Well, it's often said."

When Emmanuel shuts his mouth at that moment, he repeatedly pulls the book out and out of the upper bookcase. Don't you like the placement?

And now I think I'm going down the crate and messing around with the distribution of the lower and middle shelves. It was a mysterious act at all.

Emmanuel couldn't see anything else at all when he concentrated, as if he was defenseless. I crawl on all fours, and I do the gasagoso, so my naked glutes become dressed to stick out at the tip of my nose.

The collector kept looking at her round ass jiggly, all for good, but it was somewhat troublesome for Emmanuel to turn away every now and then whenever he looked back, feeling a stabbing glance.

"What are you doing so hard?

"Nope."

"Oh, don't tell me. Well, fine."

"What about the maid... Hima?

"Well, I don't know if I'm free. I'm a lot busy every day, yeah."

"That's good"

"... is that the end!

I knew it. Emmanuel no longer says what the collector is, but what ceases to respond to one thing.

Tired of just looking, the collector cares not at all if he strokes his butt all over it.

(I knew I'd be bored if I didn't respond.)

Thinking unsolicited things like that, he now inadvertently stood up and started going back and forth from end to end down the street of the bookcase.

Not very much, but we can't hang out any more. Human beings are basically animals that want to move. On leaving, the collector spoke to Emmanuel, but she seemed unable to even hear it, immersed in organizing the bookcase.

"Go home..."

I did not have any particular problems because I cooled my body properly. That day, too, was about to pass without anything in particular.

When we had dinner, we dived into bed and woke up and it was supposed to be morning.

but only today i can hardly sleep. For one reason. Lacey falls asleep and falls between the treasurer's crotches. It's feminine, so there's nothing there that should be, but she persists in her search for "it".

Mentally, the keeper of the man himself got kind of annoyed and when he crawled out of bed well, he went outside. Even at times like this, a sleepless guard stands at the entrance at the sentry.

"Good luck with your work -"

"Ooh. I'm sorry I always plugged in."

The collector had succeeded to some extent in getting out of hand by regularly behaving to the guards with the chilled water stored in the ice room in the dining room - sweet and flavorful with sugar.

Although Hannah is as young as she is, the age of thirteen is old enough to be seen as a woman in this world. Also, they guards are forbidden to speak intimately to female students in the dorm, but if they were the youngest to serve them, they didn't have to worry so much.

In other words, the pattern is compatible and inexorable. Being close to the daughters of aristocrats and leading merchants, that's what I imagine is terrible about how much penalty and punishment awaits, but getting along well with one or both of the maids wasn't a big deal.

Instead, they had a part of their dreams of getting a woman who felt like a noble leftover incense there, a "slightly higher grade" working in this kind of luxury establishment than a city daughter or something like that.

"Hey, so long, Shirley. Why don't we roll it out to the city for the next holiday? Nah! That's good."

"Yeah, I'm in trouble."

The collector figured out to take what the young guard in front of him was thinking.

(This porn monkey. Get out of the way, I know you're looking to peel this body off and put that poor thing in and out, but the inquisitor won't take it down.)

Hannah, with the same face and body, does not even have a loving laugh when walking through the checkpoint of entry and exit, for every guard.

She is the daughter of the Red Heart family, a nobleman, even though she is a samurai and a maid of honor.

Different identities meant that the birds and fish were mumbling, and that was the difference between the ladies' education that was born and what has been done to date.

For that matter, the presence of the treasurer is enhanced.

"Nah. Bai."

"Oh, Shirley, oh."

When the collector used Hannah's face and body to take the man by the hand, he left the dorm and strolled around the school. Naturally, it's just a high hurdle to roll out to the city through the front gate for no reason at night, so it was limited to just looking for cool.

But even if it's on campus for one thing, it's quite large. Students working at night also saw a chill, not as if they were deserted.

Around you are caught in philosophical thoughts, students with difficult faces roaring, looking up at ponds in thoughtful places, looking up at the sky.

The zodiac took a breath in Shia in the garden with a small pond and sat on the bench looking out at the sky.

I feel comfortable stroking my cheeks across the pond. Often, naturally, he waited for his lit cheeks to twitch and cool, and he looked at the moon as it was, often without thinking.

Do you want to end your mood swings?

Um, stretch out, go back to the dorm. Along the way, I saw the library I stopped by in the evening and it was really whimsical for me to stop by.

The whim was also one of the branches in a certain life.