Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Well, that's a lot going on. I saved my lonely wife's cold soul."

"Ha..."

The collector was sitting on the bed in the girls' dorm, telling Hannah about this backdrop and making her listen. The time is around 10: 00 a.m. Lacey and the others are in an admirable class, so we don't have time to get in the way.

"Brave man. But Lacey, you and Hannah were so worried. Shut up, if you're gone for two days, you'll be in trouble. I thought Hannah might have gotten tired of flying home to her mansion."

"What do you think I am?"

"Besides, we haven't generally solved the case, have we? Still, all of you Godlums are lurking in the college looking for a book full of them. Oh, Emmanuel, what are you doing now?

"Give me that - I'm thinking about it. Emmanuel instructs the city to hide itself. Either way, let's get rid of the rats in the academy."

"But how are you going to find the Godrums? If Emmanuel finds out you're alive, he'll be looking for you."

"- So, Hannah. You sneak around the college and spread rumors that you found the Book of Legends. Sounds like it, spreading false information in the hospital that could identify people and locations. The rats are bound to move."

"Yes, I understand -"

"Oh, my God, you're a clap. A little, other students are dangerous, I thought I'd manage to complain."

"Hannah doesn't care if the brave man and Lacey are safe. First, aren't you someone else?"

"... ooh, ooh"

"Anyway, brave man, please stick to Lacey perfectly and don't leave."

"Okay. I don't know, for some reason, I feel like my position is being reversed along the way."

Anyway, I couldn't think of any other constructive thoughts, so the collector decided to go with this operation.

Given Lacey's safety, you can do something if you reveal who you really are, stick your side down and take her home, but it's also a disincentive to leave the fact that Godrum is somehow confused into a good college with an unfamiliar face.

"Hey, hey. You're going to stick around today. Something happened?

"Never mind."

In the meantime, the man does what he says. At the end of the operational meeting in the girls' dorm, the collector tried to stick around like a powerful magnet by Lacey and not leave for a moment.

During the class, servants were in principle required by implicit understandings to wait in the seats at the rear of the classroom, but such things are ignored. Sitting in a way that interrupts between Lacey and her students. The collector was a thorough do-ism when he did it.

"Um, you. The maid there. Hopefully, during class…… in a cow's seat…"

"Bibi."

"Hih!"

Thirty seemingly feeble teachers there also pay attention to petty business, so the collector deliberately threw his mouth spit sharply forward to intimidate him.

Tsubaki hangs tight on the back of the head of the boy student who was sitting in front of him and drips out sloppily. The teacher was barely pressured by the special mood that dwelt in the eyes of the zodiac, and went straight back to class. It was an unnatural and extreme act. Apparently, in him, he decided that there was no current interaction.

(Yay. Strongest, me)

"Oh, yeah!

As he unilaterally declared victory in his mind, Lacey next door pulled his earlobes.

"No. Come on, Shirley. I did such a rude thing to my teacher. Meh."

"But..."

"Apologize!

"... Yes"

Encouraged by Lacey, who was respectful to the man in front of her, the collector moved to the altar.

"Hey, why the hell not?

Teachers lean back at the table, obviously frightened.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

The collector stared at the teacher as he spat out a mass of resentment that echoed from the bottom of the earth.

"Hiya!

"Sorry about that."

"Oh no!

Why do I have to apologize to such a ladybug, and with anger, the teacher lowered momentum and hit his back against the wall as he seeped a bump and a fine sweat in his forehead.

"Oops. I don't know why I would do that. You can't!"

"Excuse me. But"

"But what?

"Isn't that old man's face annoying? Something as humble as a little hateful dog."

"Hey."

"That part doesn't know and it brings out my evil part. So to speak, I'm like a victim too...... oh, it's a lie. Sorry, I'll be quiet in the future."

There was boredom but Lacey was a generous woman everywhere. The collector, I would have been such a fucking maid if I had actually burned my ass hole and thrown it out the window, and I would have faithfully stuck it beside her.

Seating was still the extreme of boredom. The task of crushing time is familiar to the college and college students (who are barely in lectures) and the collectors who have wasted a great deal of time on their chairs.

Everyone is seriously running their eyes at textbooks listening to their teachers.

(Lacey, I can't get my eyelashes up...... Plus, I'm seriously typing into class, which is cute)

It's finally lunch when the morning's painful hours are over.

It's a mesh. It's a mesh. It's a small leap.

"Hehe. Were you that hungry? Cute."

Hold hands with Lacey and hurry to the dining room. When the collector asked for the usual three servings, he scratched them like a dog colo he was keeping.

"He said this is cute. Looks like you should do an eye exam."

The Below Melody female students who were dining with me squeaked with a spoon set aside as if they were frightened.

I'll finally get into practice in the afternoon. The collector carefully observed Lacey and the others practicing witchcraft while siggling at the teachers outdoors.

After all, it's only a year old, and most humans haven't been able to handle surgery properly. Neither he nor anyone else feels like watching middle school classes for the collector because he is about twelve or three years old.

It's summer, so during the day, outside, temperatures get pretty high. When each one takes off his thick robe at rest and only his shirt, there are some female students who are quite well developed, and the child "I wonder what this is..." is also flirty, but you have to be aware that Hannah sends a silent killer when she gets her eyes taken badly. I'm not sure what she's going to do with the yakimochi.

"Hmm. After all, it's hot when it moves..."

Lacey's presence was extraordinary among the female students. She is eighteen years old and a woman. Her flesh was almost complete as a woman.

To send the wind to the glowing chest of the ball of sweat, as they relaxed greatly, the men nailed without leaving any teachers or students. There's a silver necklace dancing sensually on the white neck.

I noticed that there were no men left to have an affectionate affair with the smelly fragrance, and I was getting a scornful look from the female students, but not at all.

"Awesome yeah," "Magiero no good," "Do it," "Awesome, let's do tits!" "All the time," "Let's explode penis!" "Hey, seriously, get out of the way. I don't see it."

My older sister and I were enough material to make the virgins paranoid. When he wondered how much the presence of Lacey was squeezing the semen out of these kids at night, the collector felt his chest tightened up a bit at the same time as his anger, and his groin area became a bit uncut.

When Lacey noticed a male student looking at herself with cancer and waved her hands small, she was wagging and cheering. The girls stare at each other with a caged eye of gloomy fever, but let Salari see if the number of places she stepped on as a woman is too different. It was a grown woman's spare time.

The boys have extra stuffy thoughts and depression because pre-construction forbids socializing with the opposite sex, and Lacey has no extra time to drill magic without a step out of college, even on holidays.

Even in that sense, the collector regretted the time he had taken his eyes off Lacey.

Free time after afternoon classes. Was Lacey forming a community without the knowledge of the collectors, hot from both boys and girls?

Purely, Lacey, discussing her academic knowledge of witchcraft, seemed radiant even from the eyes of the collector.

The collector has no idea about witchcraft or anything, so he's just standing by and listening.

Hannah took her seat off from time to time and at some point she sat back and leaned next to her. I'm sure he's spreading rumors everywhere in order to faithfully carry out the orders of the Founder.

In fact, rumors of a "secret book of witchcraft" were becoming whispered everywhere. Rumors have long been conveyed within this school of witchcraft, but it has clearly come to take shape here.

Several guards had been murdered in the library, but did someone turn their hands on the martial arts traces and so on, which were completely covered up and not even rumoured at all. Nowadays, libraries are severely sealed and rendered unusable.

Someone at the academy has the Book of Mischief. This fact had been disseminated throughout the College by Hannah's hands.

- Truth is, I have the whole book.

Emmanuel regained his anger in his eyes when he finally got back on his feet after that. Human beings who have lost their worth of life often lose obsession from all things.

The treasurer plunged into her fallen psyche and converted the subject into himself. I don't feel very good, but if I were voyeuristic, Emmanuel would fall into Godrum's hands lightly.

But her latency won't last that long either. Broiled them out here before that, and the only way to survive is to strike back.

"So... get your tail out quick... Godrum ooh"

"Shirley? It's too late. Make sure you get some sleep."

Lacey, who was talking to Penelope in bed, called out to the collector who was standing at the window and looking out.

"So long, sister. So that's it for tonight. Let's continue tomorrow."

"Yeah. Good night."

Penelope, in the same class, left the room with a graceful grace.

"We've been friends a long time."

"Huh? Yeah, but she's, like, so wide in the face. He always cares about me. She's a good girl."

"Hmm......"

Actually, the collector was somewhat bad at a girl named Penelope. Face to face, I feel like I'm being trampled. That may come from the burden of falsifying gender in the bracelet of change, but the rest is just intuitive things like not fitting when the horse fits.

"It's late. Let's go to bed."

"Okay."

I dived into bed because there was nothing I wanted to do in particular. Somehow, a pattern had been established whereby Piyonette and Hannah, the collectors and Lacey were alike from the very first day.

By the way, there's an extra bed being brought in. Hannah doesn't want anything, but she sincerely wants to sleep in a new bed with the keeper, and she looks lonely from time to time, but it's through there.

"Wow, good night."

"Good night"

Lately, Lacey's spirit has been stabilizing. but you can't contain the lust that comes up sometimes, yeah roaring in bed.

When I hear slutty voices and sounds, I get excited and my eyes stare at the ginger.

but the body cannot dissipate because it is only a woman. Daytime tiredness or soothing loss of consciousness as I mourn.

In this case it is something I don't dream about, but the collector dreamed about how much frustration I couldn't fuck in a state where I could fuck.

"Your husband. Well."

"Mr. Klund."

"Klund......"

"Whoa! What, you guys, that disgraceful outfit!

Three people came running bare from across the flower garden: Pordina, Hilda and Sizka.

Hmm. I understood in an instant. This is a dream, he said.

Do the three of them have lotions all over their bodies, they approached each other with a healthy body exposed to the muddle and sunshine, and became entangled with no time to get fit.

"Whoa. Hey, no... Good, serve more!

"Pepper, pepper."

The three licked, no matter where in their bodies, as they stretched out to the collector naked. Somehow, rather than feel good, it's thin and ticklish. Reach out and the soft, hot meat will stick around.

"Ugh, wow haha!

A silly laugh popped out of my mouth even though it wasn't weird. Somehow, I'm filled with intense pride in my head like I kicked a pill.

"Olah, more!

"Ugh."

Feeling fierce, he eagled Sizka's head and pressed it against his groin. My vision goes off violently, and the world squirms like candy ablaze with plenty of fire.

- Lee.

Oh, my God, shut up.

- Shirley.

"Shirley. It's morning. Wake up."

"... Funya?

"Oh dear. How long have you been asleep? It's morning."

"Mm-hmm. Morning, huh?"

Lacey was shaking her shoulders in a sleeping roll when she opened the eye lid. When the collector rose up, he gave a big yawn and then scratched his head behind me.

"Hehe. Big yawn. Still sleepy? You can't, you have to wake up. Hey."

"Yeah."

"So, Shirley, shall we get dressed? There you go."

As Lacey said in silence, the collector lifted and lowered his arms while still on the bed. Even if she keeps her mouth shut, she carefully combs the hair of the keeper and even puts it on her clothes. Even if I didn't act particularly actively, after a while I was finished looking like a well-dressed doll.

"Look, I could be cute today. Hey."

"... I can't believe the maid is letting her take care of me. My husband is falling over. Totally."

Pioneer went in an outrageous tone.

"Haha. Well, well. That's a good thing about Shirley. Ah, Shirley. Good morning -"

When the collector woke up completely, Piyonette and Hannah, already ready, stood at the entrance to the room, mouthing their thoughts.

"Fuck, don't fight. Well, I'm not alone. Besides, I really like taking care of things like this."

"Ha. Let me follow you mainly. Lacey, you! A little, I should spoil the maid too much. It won't do her any good in the long run."

"Haha."

"I'm not laughing!

"Gentlemen. If you don't have breakfast sooner, you'll be late for class."

Even hives and wasps dream, but what's wrong with this self, the primate of all things, that dreams...

Yes! I slept in the first place because I dream such a slutty dream, and if always, my nerves are pinned and sharp like a sharp sword. It's determined because this ninja only hearing that doesn't miss any trivial noises was accumulated by an unfamiliar environment and body that made me unconscious...

And when the collector executed his self-defense in his heart twelve minutes later, he finally could afford to look around the classroom in comfort.

Even today and this morning is the seat of witchcraft. In the classroom, the shady man teacher speaks in a blurry, hard to hear voice. Occasionally, I have eyes for chills.

Hmm, I know. Those twisted eyes. Anyway, I guess the maid flair is putting silent pressure on me not to get to a student seat in a glamorous way.

The treasurer said when he worked hard to save his spit on the corn and in his mouth, he said, "Bubble!" and let him spit it out in a chimpy way with a lot of momentum. Saliva gained momentum and hit the ears of a boy student who was sitting in front.

When the teacher corrected his gaze downwards with a blue face, he began to move only his eyeballs, like a frightened chihuahua.

- Funny. Don't bubble up one of these days.

It is a fine class obstruction. Next door, Lacey whispers, "You can't let a girl do such a mundane thing," she cautions.

Keh, that doesn't matter, I rather intercepted him with a cold smile, but I realized something was wrong with the boy student being spit on.

He licked the spit spitting in his ear like an exasperated chimpanzee with his index finger, without hesitation when he stared jiggly. My long tongue is moving around barely, licking my lips around. It was like boiling down so much frustration that if a toddler witnessed it, it would surely have an adverse physical and psychological impact and invariably inflict abuse on his own children after adulthood.

I witnessed this, a surrounding student opens his distance so that the waves will draw all the way. The bottom line, there's nothing left to be guessed about. I mean, it's usually disgusting.

(Shh! Seriously, this guy. It's so disgusting!

Boys' students often run to their desks and pens as they turn a hot gaze toward their collectors. Then, besides, he stretched out his arm and handed me the note paper.

"Uh, what..."

When the collector read the note without expression, he silently snatched the pen of the student next door and stabbed it on paper, throwing it far away from Pooh. There was written a loathsome request for a very, but unimaginable, level of human loss of emotion, even of the collector who was a man, along with a corresponding consideration.

(No, no, no, no. I dug a hell of a perverted mine! I had no idea such a delicacy existed in the world -)

The incident took place when the collector was feeling a fresh surprise at the depth of darkness in the world.

Dunno, dunno, dunno, dunno. Along with a wood-spirited roar of wildfires on the hem hills in militia exercises, a single teacher rushed into the classroom trying to calm down.

The man's teacher lowered his back in such a way that he could no longer move when he kept his back so that he could also hit the entrance door. Bright red blood glides around the door, and bright red blinds you. From the classroom, the students' tall voices flooded with wacky, accidentally plunging the peaceful world into chaos.

"Duh, what's wrong! That outfit!

"To, to, run away Dr. Brandon...... In the academy, the murderers..."

but I could only talk to the part of A sharp axe swung down the hallway, breaking the teacher's face deep from the top of his head to around his chin.

"Who says he's a murderer? Bad things to hear."

A sticky middle-aged man's voice echoed indoors. The man was wearing a used armor and slapping his hand axe in the palm of his hand, which had turned the teacher's head into a crushed watermelon.

I'm not alone. All the men had stamped their chests with a crest that mimicked a "claw," and no matter how they looked, they didn't look like substitute teachers.

"Ho."

The men, who quickly came in through the entrance, showed everyone the wrap they had in their hands to spread the momentum.

- Neck. It is a bloody neck.

When one of the men took it away with his giraffed eyes, he tried to release the ball of boring and let it roll with a strangely neat form.

A lot, and.

The neck makes a noise and hits the wall, it bounces back. The man waited with his right leg pulled in front of his chest with a gooey, and the moment the neck ball came to his feet, let him try to crush it. Pippi flew around with brown liquid.

As the curse of rigidity was broken, the students summoned and fell into the crucible of frenzy.

"Oh, my God, those guys!

"Murderers. Whoa!

"No, ahhh!

"Be quiet."

Among the men, he looked the most ferocious and a big man went like a drum can with a doss of good voice. Most of all, it hasn't reached any of the students in the confusion.

"Hey, where do you think you are? The ghosts!

One of the boys, a boy named Ghizar Sassoon, walks over with a gripping shoe sound without reading the air at all.

This boy named Guizar has been an unstoppable boy with great language from day to day, such that he can be named "Hola Blow" two names.

Says, "I flattened the bandits of Nana alone when I was ten years old," he said, "I was begged to become a Kingsguard knight of the princess from the king's capital by too much magic power when I was five years old," etc.

This kind of hola is something no one normally believes in. But each time he was denied by his classmates, he was stubbornly obsessed with talents he didn't even have, often looked down on others, and was a distant person in a different way than Lambert or Pioneer.

So to speak, he was a "resident of the Land of Dreams" who didn't know the boundaries between dreams and reality.

(He's an asshole. Look into that man's eyes. It's the type of joke that makes sense)

"Oh, my God, you are"

"I, Guizar Sassoon, was known to have that person in the college. A common student everywhere who freely uses groundwater fire-style four-element magic. Ha-ha."

"- Heh. So, what does that amazing student see in the current situation?"

Don't you notice the man's chilled out voice, Guizar peppered his drunk line at himself as he dyed his cheeks cherry blossom. The collector dreams that if there is a signal over Ghizar's head, it will undoubtedly be right now, by the time the teetering red is ominous.

"Hmm. Don't you have a word for my aura? Let me tell you something, if I'm serious, an elephant like you is easier to put on than rolling an ant in the palm of your hand! I'll tell you what, now is the time. Now, if you surrender to me, a proud nobleman, you can call the law court so that you and your bandits can make the last of your honorable deaths."

You know, a sword as thick as the one in the hand of a man burst through the throat of Ghizar.

It was a handsome move where housewives cut cucumbers to match salads.

"Ka, Ka Pei"

Guizar made a slightly dumb voice as he tried to hold down the puckered, open throat tear with his hand. Puppies, bright red blood gushing out of the opening and contaminating the floor slab.

"Whoa," the man kicked Guizar's hips. Guizar, with his hands on his throat, broke his knee deep and slammed his face straight to the floor, sinking into a spreading sea of blood.

"And, well, for now, you guys stop banging on your extra mouths and align in the back of the room. I'll tell you what, don't think about fighting it with magic, huh? You know you're the chicks who just started school this spring."

When the students and the collectors were pushed into the corner of the room with or without them, they were moved to the assembly hall in a separate building, making sure they were surrounded by an armed group.

"Ugh."

"Sounds scary..."

"Mommy, daddy."

The assembly hall was home to approximately one hundred students. Everywhere I look around, I still have a young face rash. Even though it was premature, most of its constituents were predominantly in their early teens, with only descendants of aristocrats and wealthy merchants.

Perhaps the armed groups dared to raid for a day called today. Today, more than ever, sophomore third graders are all conducting joint outdoor exercises. In two or three years, he has mastered quite professional offensive magic.

Even if they are professionals, it will be impossible to captivate them unless they are prepared for considerable harm. However, if you are a student who enrolled in the spring for about four months, you can deduce that the skills learned are also about the elementary level. Even if the armed groups were not good at witchcraft, it was a crime that they knew they could deal with adequately on their own.

(There are also few teachers with arms for the sake of generosity. All that's left of the college is still Peppy's Sweet or the kind of rottle that I forgot to chant too. This cannot be done without guidance from…. But they look pussy, they don't smell like godrums. Bandits...... no, when you see a move that was somewhat lineage haunting Kata, is that a mercenary of food stuffing?

As the collector was deep and falling into the abyss of thought, Lacey grabbed his arm hard. I looked up and gazed at each other.

"Shirley, it's a good idea. I'll protect you."

Lacey trembles. That said, now she speaks out in turn to the kids who were next door.

- Even you're scared, damn it.

Sharply tongue-in-cheek, a man in his mid-twenties or so moved forward from among the group that was besieging the students. Eagle nose that represents the strength of the will in a neat appearance. On his lower back, he was wearing a long, sturdy sword and a circular buckler on his left arm.

"Okay, looks like we're all set. We are not thieves. It's the Knights of Origin, coming from Eurotier! I'm the captain of the Knights of the Knights and I'm called Crimacos. If you don't act strange, I'll guarantee your safety. but if you are going to imitate our behavior in such a way that we must pull out our swords as well. And the result is - if you could just look at this, you'd know."

Climacos the eagle nose commanded his men to raise his right hand and let him bring a rather bunch. The scratchy, deafening sound of dragging something echoes into the assembly hall. Before the students, all eight were quickly arranged evenly. The collector thought of its presence with a smell similar to iron rust that he could smell well, his eyes softly narrowed and wrinkled his nose.

Men strip rather. There lay a meat mass, perhaps an ex-human, chopped to the point of not stopping the prototype, with a tremendous odor.