Dungeon+Harem+Master

Knights Captain Crimacos Summerhaze was born in one country of Romless. His house was a rich farmer and one of the most powerful earthlings to serve his lord. He was born with a large body and, at the age of twelve, had a power almost no different from that of an adult.

It was in the summer of the fourteen-year-old that the fate of Crimacos was transformed. The reason was that iniquity with brothers and sisters began. He contemplated and half-powered and fornicated his brother-in-law around him more than himself.

- Something called a woman, I can't wait.

It satisfied the self-esteem of Crimacos not to mention toying with a woman who had a higher opinion on her attitude to life than before.

A man of this age could not control his sexuality at all, and his youngest son found him in a barn with his brother and his daughter-in-law in a penniless position and connected like a beast.

Regardless, the anger of his real brother was awesome, but the anger of Crimacos, who was taken away with the tools to be able to ejaculate freely, went further on.

When he slaughtered his youngest son, who reported to his brother in loyalty, with farm equipment, he abandoned his homeland on his feet and ran to the unreliable.

The rest is a set fall course. Not long after remembering the evil of one, such as robbery, looting, rape, and murder, he naturally became the leader of the villains, forming a mercenary corps as a "device" to exploit violence in order to live in groups.

Crimacos raised his sword arms in mechanics and practice as he stuck his neck from one end into a dispute between Xiaokuisa and his lords.

The Knights of the Horsemen conjured up his belief that "this will happen to all of us sooner or later," the number of which constantly varied from one hundred fifty to sixty.

This is also the result of unusual wear and tear whenever you prefer to run around the battlefield to earn a daily living. Crimacos had an attachment to the Knights of the Knights, but it was only a tool to distract him from his boredom. Taking on a well-earned job and splashing money on his men generously is not that Crimacos is humane or intimate with his compatriots.

For once he had given the order, he needed one more thing to execute faithfully and unopposed.

In addition, this request by the Godrum Church was difficult to understand for Crimacos, who were only interested in real interests.

I'm not interested in doing what Godfreet is looking for as a "book of mingles". but there was a great deal of interest in the practice of capturing a large number of nobles and blaming them. Crimacos laughed lightly as he lowered back somewhere to the chair in the dean's office he had taken, followed by seeing the maid who had entered the room.

"You surprise me. Being invited to a private room doesn't work. Are you used to this? If that's the case, you're a whore who doesn't look anything like you."

- The name was, yes, it must have been called Shirley. Still, she's just a little girl. Crimacos caught sight of the reaction when he dared to vomit blasphemous words against the maid.

I'm sensitive to sexual matters these days. How, if I were brought into the Chamber, no matter how vicious my daughter is, I wouldn't be able to help but remember that.

How would this daughter react to the given word? Anger, shame, fright?

But the maid's reaction was to betray Crimacos' expectations. The maid quickly squeezed the candlestick on her desk as she grinned ferociously.

Not for long. It was a natural and exquisite move that made me want to send admiration.

"Stupid or you. That position is what we wanted most."

I felt giddy. I certainly can't pull my sword out quickly with this deep down. The tip of the candlestick held by the maid has already set a goal for her own throat whistle. If it were, would it really change the candlestick if it rolled out faster than you could imagine?

Usually the black, dirty tipped part that stabs the candle is aimed at my face. If this were to be decided on my face, I wouldn't be sorry about anything for free. Imagine the ferocious killing intent of choosing, breaking and crushing the flesh of the eyes, nose, cheeks and lips - because the groin became crisp and stiff.

I'm excited. They want a long time of pain, blood and flesh fractures, and the depths of their bodies are painful. Crimacos couldn't digest the laughter coming up from the core of his body, he opened his big mouth and blew it out.

"What's wrong?

"No, you're right. I got one of these. But Shirley and I did. Don't you get me wrong? As usual, we hold the balls you need. If, hypothetically. You really think you can pin me down with that blow, even if you let me take one?

I first wondered if I had such a desire for ruin in me. The girl in front of me is going to be a jerk with no resistance whatsoever if she twists her arms up. When you dream of your body being toyed with by such a weak daughter, unreasonable excitement strikes you like a wave.

This self, who is great every day, is chopped up in the face by a daughter who is not even old. Impossible, but so much excitement that I was likely to ascend just to think about the death dominated my lower body.

I want to smack the girl's body with a sword that I pulled out at the same time. Conflicting emotions are curling the intestines of Crimacos. The groin thing was so repetitive that I couldn't stand it. I was even beginning to feel touched as if I was back in my teens.

"If you don't want that turtle in front of a man, let the hostages go."

"You can't. I can't do that."

Would you seriously stab me? Do you want me to fix it or not? I put my strength into my ankle. No. I'm swallowed by the softness of the couch more than I need my ass. I was also the one who chose an inadvertent attitude, but I wasn't sure I could enjoy this critical situation.

"Then just let him drink about water. If we don't, we're all gonna dry up."

Yes. This daughter serves someone in the nobility who is a hostage. So it is natural to think first of all about the Lord, but a feeling of alienation that I don't even know about happened, and the top of my head to my toes were crisp and paralyzed, and my chest ached.

It floods me with the feeling that such a bastard wouldn't care. Don't ignore the man in front of you. Dark sentiments burned.

Crimacos finally realized the feeling and was stunned.

- What the hell. He said I was jealous of the Lord of my daughter, who I didn't even know I saw.

It was the first time in my life that I had gone to and met such emotions in myself. My daughter's body is not as thin and fleshy as it sounds and she does not have any sexual attraction.

Crimacos' preference is probably so big that he doesn't leak and his chest is about to spill, and his butt meat is a fleshy woman with cuddly hips as plenty.

But this girl was the exception. Perhaps even if I held it, the meat would be thin and the body small and uninteresting.

But how about the strength of this daughter's eyes? The brilliance is like different. It has such ferocious light that it tries to burn this one if there is a gap.

I want you to give in. I wanted to subdue this daughter from the bottom of my heart and try everything.

"Why don't you do something about it?"

"Ha-"

So I used cliché threats. Regretting it after that was a terribly young way to do it, as if it were that boy.

"I'm a surprised little girl. I didn't expect you to blackmail me for this period. Right. It's free, and I regret doing it. Here's one, let's go with the exchange terms. It's hot down there. It wouldn't be very but unbearable in that categorical outfit. So take off all your clothes here."

- The Lolicon bastard.

I thought there was definitely some action, but my daughter's reaction was light.

Without any untrained, he stripped off his bass and attire, leaving only his underwear.

"Oh, oh."

I got pine in my head. Cancer. But the eyeballs were eager to follow the girl's white, shining body line. Small, thinly stretched, immature hands and feet. The white bra and shorts were pathetic.

There's nothing else to see. It's the body. I didn't think a woman with no irregularities was worth it. And that's still the same now.

So why not? Crimacos was calmly observing himself somewhere unusually excited.

The girl who fought so hard to eat and kill this one is now half-naked with one of her own words. I'm not eating with my eyes. I'm eating excitement with my brain.

His breath was getting rough and he was riding himself out on his desk. The girl stares at this one with a gruesome wake-up look. Even that can only be an accent that further shakes the emotions that have sprung up.

The standing girl looks grand and shameful in her underwear. I can't even feel the dust on her bare hands.

- I want to push it down. I don't care about anything else. I want to pound him to the point where his face swells up, become a horse rider, zickle up crying, and squeeze him in with a thin, brittle neck.

But I managed to put up with it. If we do that now, the feast will end in an instant. It's a fun place to be. How deeply pleasing would it be to take the time to breed plenty of suffering and make him plead "offend" out of this guy's mouth?

Yes. Anyway, I can't get away from here. Even if I go home, it's in that cellar. If we put aside time to exhaust our spirits and blame ourselves in places where we are exposed to the public, what look will we get?

The signs of comfort shook up to the crisp and head hair and ran, with a strong pulse in his groin.

"Right, that's a promise. Let me carry as much water as I want. Anyway, I'm a generous man."

Crimacos sank his hips deep on the couch again, closing his eyes.

Age. While convinced that this meat tastes best one step before it rots and cuts.

"What a sentimental bastard he was. Ke"

When the collector held the handed bucket in his hands, he returned to the assembly hall accompanied by the men of the Knights of the Horsemen.

What a man thinks is the same anyway. I was waiting to open the end of the battle when they told me to lend a hole, but all Crimacos demanded was just a strip show.

(He's a halfway bastard. Or can't you use that one better...?

"Ugh, it's hot! What's this?"

At the moment of his return to the basement, the collector was greeted with intolerable enthusiasm, and he stood unwittingly. More than a hundred people are gathered in one place during the season when even free energy is caged.

Besides - there were a number of incinerators, and the flames along the campfire were burning like crazy.

Now the students who are tied up and rolling, and the servants who take care of them, should be irresistible.

The knights by the fire pit are all skinned off. I'm just near the fire and sweating like a waterfall, but I'm just trembling my throat from the water bottle in my hand and swallowing the contents and I didn't seem to worry about dehydration.

The collector wanted Lacey and Hannah to drink water anyway and went back for a small run.

"Lie, Shirley!

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Water."

When she placed the bucket, she tried to suck the soaked liquid out of her mouth with a cup of lead, but Lacey turned away quickly when she closed both eyes, which were open.

- What the hell. I wonder if you're stubborn because you're late.

Hannah and I have eyes. She glances back and forth from the top to the bottom of the collector with her bright blue face.

What the hell is it? I've turned my face in such a way that Lacey is afraid. The colour of fright was dark. The collector tried to cheer him up with a smile anyway, forcing him to pull his mouth off.

"It's a good idea, Lacey. Because the captain asked me to."

"Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't even mean for you to do that!

I had no idea what that meant. The collector was twisting his neck and recalling the words that Lacey and I had sent when he was provoked by a knight named Potato Cone.

(At that time, Lacey joked, too, and I was thirsty, so I thought I'd bring you some cold water as a souvenir, or something... Huh! Hey, maybe you're not mistaken I got water in exchange for my body or something, dude)

Lacey shook her head left and right with a bumble as she lay down her face and earred. Indeed, the present figure of the collector is a cloak of underwear. Besides, if you called one terrorist boss after one rampage and somehow even brought a souvenir with you - I couldn't help thinking that they'd already got water in exchange for the body.

"It's hard, isn't it sad? But until you care about us, you can't make me laugh and show me...! I don't know what to apologize for."

"No, dude. Just give me a minute. Hey, Hannah! That's not true at all!

Hannah let her shake her neck with her vain eyes like a broken doll. Maybe this girl is making the same kind of mistake. Besides, I guess the inside of it is beyond measure through complexity because I know the contents are burly collectors.

There is no point in repeating such push questions. As the collector pushes her emotions to death and takes the cup to Lacey's mouth in an attempt to get her to drink water, she painfully turns her gaze around.

"Hey, I'm really sorry it seems to leave Shirley careless... I don't mind, so I was wondering if I could share it with everyone."

- Oh, my God. Lacey laughed so weakly, she moved her crusty lips to gaze at the collector.

The amount of two buckets is known. Even I would be thirsty, but I haven't told you about anyone else in this period. The collector looked at the gentle and forceful woman in front of him as he clenched his teeth with girth.

"I get it. But there's just not enough to do to everyone. Woman - that too is a priority from a weak child. I need the bastards to be patient."

"Yeah. I'm really... sorry"

When the collector held the bucket, he went around the students and distributed the water only for the weak female students. Nevertheless, to the extent that it really dampens the lips when it comes to the amount given. How dry are they? Still, my stomach ached crisp every time everyone thanked me for the mouthful of "thank you" with the satisfaction of feeling the water at all. Not only the Lord, but some of his servants looked at him with the same eyes as they worshipped the treasurer, and yet took his hand and never let him go.

Water on the baking stone. Has it been more than half a day since incarceration began? Nevertheless, it is unusually hot. As it is, in not so much time, a bummer and a person will fall. There was a distribution of water from the Knights of the Horsemen, as they predicted that the collector had given Lacey the last remaining water.

(It's the Crimacos one. Don't flatter me...! Damn it)

You decided that you would not keep turning down the water like this, or the large quantities of water drawn into the barrel were carried and distributed to everyone. Like wild animals, the students start moisturizing their throats with squashes drawn without shame or hearsay.

but it doesn't make much sense if you're exposed to all this intolerable heat. From the human body, every time he sweats, sodium as well as moisture is lost and the ionic balance breaks down. Around 30% of the students could no longer speak up, and as a gutter, those complaining of headaches were beginning to emerge.

"Hannah, why the hell did they start this?"

"As a matter of fact, while the brave men were gone, the Godlums came and told me to give them the Book of Misery..."

The collector flashed his face when he pounded his tongue violently. In short, the Godrum guys came out here in grandeur. Guess the college home search didn't succeed.

And, if it were, it would be quicker to blur out and tighten up Emmanuel's collaborators, who would then be mixed among the students. There was a chance to sweep away the enemy, though it went around in the back.

The collector decided to go back in strike.

"Hannah, go outside somehow and get their attention. I'll get everyone out of here. Can you ask for it?"

"Brave man. I'll take care of it. Hannah will see to it."

Zao and Hannah began to tell each other secrets when they faced each other. By the side, the twin sisters seem to be getting along and smiling. The meeting was over soon.

There are about twenty men in the Knights of the Knights. Among them was a mixture of chills and about three members of the Order of Godrum wrapped in grey robes.

"Okay, here comes one"

Hannah stepped forward with Tokotoko and told the Godrum man something. As soon as he shouted, the man called his people, surrounded Hannah and began interrogating her. Negotiations were concluded, and the Godrum man ordered the knights to force what was weak among the rolling female students to stand and drive them out of the assembly room when they could cut off their legs and walk.

I can read intentions. Hannah used it as a bargaining card to teach her the stash of books and to let only female students with weak barter conditions go outside. Moreover, as can be seen from a distance, it was clear that the man who embroidered the internationally prominent crest on his chest of the three Godrums was the parent ball with absolute discretion, clearly directing him directly to the knights of a different chain of command.

(All right, now the Knights are halfway there. You've managed to poke your eyes out...)

You shouldn't even want mercy or anything from the villains, but they let most of their female students out, so the number left in the assembly room was about half. Melamella and the flames are still burning hot and bitter, but a man alone would still have strength.

"Oh, come on! I can't stand it anymore!

With that in mind, a fat boy like Todo chirped his fat out of a bunch of tied male students, coming off the circle of the group and flapping forward.

"What, this shitty pig?

"Kid, don't move on your own. Don't. You're killing me!

The men, who were ordered to watch harshly around the incinerators, roar, but the boy grew up too spoiled, or patience had already broken the waterline of limits. As he cleverly pushed his body against the floor and advanced more and more, he hit the barrel for distribution with water.

"Ah, Cora! What the fuck, you little...!

"Ha ha! but fu fu fu fu. Ouch!

The water provided, whether for distribution or not, belongs to the Knights. One of their purposes is to blame the hostages for the bitterness and make them throw up the book, so whether or not to give them the minimum amount of moisture is only three inches on the chest of the incarcerated side with the advantage.

But now, that advantage had been unilaterally offended. The boy couldn't stand his thirst and got his hands on the men's "assets" for unscrupulous reasons.

No matter how strong the rules are, the captive side will not be able to save their lives unless they obey. The men began to impose sanctions on the boy as a natural treatment.

"Bullshit, you fat lord!

"Bu, bu hi!

With his hands and feet tied, a man kicked up the boy's belly as he was sticking his neck in a barrel that he had fallen over. The blunt sound of a stiff boot toe pounding meat into Moro's stomach area rang.

The boy makes an ugly squeal like a howl as he spits brown diarrhea. That would touch the eclampsia unnecessarily, the man naked in his upper body escalated the assault to clear his depression.

"What are you drinking on your own!

"Here, nobles don't do what you think!

"Cut it into fine dust and feed Lord Wang! Dubbo!"

Even though the boy is large, he is twelve or three years old. Occasionally I try to round up my body and protect myself from a slight storm of violence, but the act was no longer reaching the level of "trying to kill..." whether its imbecile-like tricks were equipped to stir up anger.

"Stop, stop!

"Yes, don't do it! Idiot!"

My voice rose as if I could not see it from the group. One was a maid of about fifteen years of age serving a boy aristocrat, and the other was Lacey, who was in front of a collector.

"Hey, wait a minute......!

Soon after the collector stops, Lacey moves her tightly tied body and moves on.

She can't forgive a fig for being weak in character. Her face looked wet with sweat and more than usual, but the brilliance that dwelt in her black eyes was as strong as a first-star.

"Ahem? What the hell, Temehe and the others started just now! You know where you stand?

"That's not what kids did! Your throat is dry in the first place, and you don't have to do that! You don't know."

(Ah, shit. I haven't gotten my ideas together yet......!

"Ah...!

It was already too late when the collector fronted himself to rush out. Lacey's body flew diagonally as she stood on her knees protesting. A man flattened his hand when he said he couldn't do it in a bickering.

Blood rose on my head. Put it down for a beat, the blood draws. I found my complexion turned blue. Lacey was trembling as she fell over.

Time stopped. A flame shaking in thin darkness loses its shape and breaks. At the same time, the flames rose with tremendous momentum from all over the body.

They raised their hands on the irresistible woman to Lacey, who was also their family and wife.

I can't forgive you. It's not something I can forgive.

Slowly walking over. You noticed a small shadow, two men popped up and grabbed both shoulders of the collector to control the forward movement. There is a low light in my eyes, expecting the brutal shaw to be done. There was nothing to be afraid of, the chronic mind that there was no one capable of blocking ourselves was flooded from all over our bodies. I see. The flesh on the exfoliated upper body is forged through to work out and the sweaty, wet muscles glow. The long sword lowered to the waist invites fear with all its weight. - So, what?

"Whoa, lady. From now on, let's stop interrupting because good things are about to start."

"Or something. If you want to get mixed up with your people, don't talk about it."

The collector pulled quickly as he grabbed the roots of the men with both hands. The two heads emitted a heavy bass that sounded like bronze, meeting each other - half broken.

Just a blow is changing the look on my face. Rather than, the foreheads bury each other and do not retain the prototype. Brain plasma, blood and secretory fluid are shuffled and mixed together.

What, and the giants of the men collapsed, and the front opened.

"Hey, what the..."

The man stood staring as he grabbed Lacey's fallen hair. Squeeze your fists. He lifted his hands over his head so that the pitcher would wind up, shaking them and then releasing a blow all over him.

The fist struck the man in the face straight and shot straight through.

A man with nearly two metres of gigantic body blew up lightly. It is also the maid who seems weak who beat him.

The students, who swallowed solitary spit at the rear, went out of their way. The man's body burst out of his back with a roar when he hit the incinerator, and when he jumped out of flames, he shouted.

The Knights also threw out their earlier licking attitudes when they realized that things were not normal.

The collector picked up the burning still on fire from the rolling incinerator as he ran out like the wind and threw it into the face of a man who was imminent until just before. The man reluctantly waved his sword unscrupulously. Diving into the man's pocket in a flowing motion, he slammed a gold kick in. The collector's knee crippled the man brilliantly by smashing his testicles. When I took the sword, I set it horizontal.

"Whoa!"

You're no longer insulting me as a little girl, and a man approaching the front waves his axe down. When he was half-hearted, he slammed his long sword into his belly. I can learn how to cope with the blade eating into my guts. Where the cuttoe protruded to his back, he pulled it out handily.

Men are approaching from left to right. The collector used his long sword at the feet of the men as he took advantage of his small body and quickly turned forward. The blade, which moved like a windmill, immediately slashed the two tibias.

Poking one hand on the cold floor, he crept up, and a man was packing his time.

Left hand stretched out aggressively. An enemy slash hit Moro in the bracelet. When I wondered if there had been sparks scattered in the dim darkness, a tremendous emission of light beyond it had been emitted, naturally blinding.

I paid the defenseless man's throat out of my mind. A zhu line runs down the man's throat, puffiness and blood spills and dyes the area to the zhu.

"Oh, you..."

There was no little girl running around there until earlier. Bossy brunette. Only eyes emitting greedy light in the shallow black face were noticeable.

The collector looked bright white and big teeth and roared like a beast as he paid the side for the black coat he had put on with his left arm.

"Klund......"

Lacey, who was rolling, called out her name in a crying voice. After he turned his eyes to chilli, the collector wrapped the head of a man kneeling with his throat held down in a bowl of tea bowl-like big palms.

"Don't touch my wife -!"

The collector slammed the man's head to the floor and gently destroyed it so as to crush the tofu.