Dungeon+Harem+Master

"It's very sunny today, so I'm going to visit the territory."

The day after the night party.

The collector was listening lightly to the schedule that Queen Barbara had set abruptly as she crawled on all fours as she did yesterday.

(Why are you reporting this to me when you don't have a say?)

If it was decided, Barbara moved wonderfully fast.

Change into outdoor dresses, prepare a carriage dedicated to the queen, and gently leave the palace when you can follow the husbands of the Knights of the Water Spirit (Sei Lane).

"'Cause I'm a luggage man..."

The collector was walking along unpaved evil roads with heavy loads from and small gravel.

The package of loads on his back weighed more than two hundred kilograms, as they were wrapped in water, food, medicines, dressing, daily groceries and more, which the ten knights less than the queen would need for the next few days.

(They lick me, I can't stop.)

At first, Barbara also took this ordeal to the collector in half teasing him, but his opponent and the situation were bad.

The location was the entrance to the palace on the verge of departure, where the faces of the Knights of the Water Spirit (Seylane), including Reacher, were uneven.

They heard, at first, that these large luggage would be carried by carriage, but this time they changed their expression when they heard that the collector would carry them all without a horse.

Those are the honest water spirits. It's going to take three days on the way home. Caring and mouthing,

Poor Klando.

There won't be, Klando.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Klando.

I can't do anything. Forgive us.

And so on, if you are pitied head-on, you can't even rip your mouth off that the collector "can't do that" as a man, too.

In other words, Barbara did not even think deeply about how a man would behave in these circumstances.

Barbara's inspection is just a pretext. It's just a breathless little trip in the first place. But the treasurer could not make a weak noise of death in front of the woman, even if the hardship inflicted on him would be just a husband. It is a man's possession.

Oversized backpack.

This is one of the luggage that a trader once flowed into the capital left behind to thank for his help.

The polar wooden frames that make up the backpack are creepy because they are seen in candy dullness.

Besides, it goes without saying that when I was forced to pack the packaged baggage, the width and height became unusual sizes.

It's not people walking, it's piles of luggage creeping forward. It was such an atmosphere.

"Heh, heh. It's a weak ningen. Soon you'll make a noise."

Barbara let the carriage depart for its destination when she said in a strong voice to scratch off her own impatience.

Caring for the slow walking sailor, the water spirits (Seylan) of those who take the reins saw the snail walking behind the line with a crying face, moving the horse as slowly as possible.

Now, when it comes to carrying more than three hundred kilometres of luggage and people being able to travel, it is not possible to begin with.

First, the muscle strength of the collector was capable of being driven beyond human limits.

Even professionals called walking loads who make the transport of luggage their business in the mountains, it is not uncommon for a skilled person to carry it on his back if it is about two hundred kilometres.

Additionally, the roads of the capital of the Water Spirit (Seylan), though not well maintained, were seldom high or low and it was just not that difficult to walk with something heavy.

"Cland, are you okay? If you can't, I'll go straight to my sister and make her stop being such a fool."

Soon Leecha, who was at the head of the knights, looked back in front of him, while sounding worried. Her characteristic fat brow was losing power due to grief.

Originally, the water spirits (seylane) are pure and tend to become familiar with organisms with a little sleeping meal.

Though in prison, she was already so intimate that she could not be abandoned for a long time to welcome her and even slept in the same blanket.

"Heh. Didn't you just start walking? My body just got a little warm. Give me this. - Get out of the way. Instead, he was able to get rid of the lack of exercise, and he was called Barbara."

Try eating your teeth off and slapping them lightly, but you can't hide the sweat like a waterfall that flows down your forehead. As Reacher's face chewed on the bitter one, he was frightened.

"Also, I mean such a strength. We should let such heavy baggage, horses and cows tow in the first place. Even if you're Ningen, your sister did it... not really. You know, put Klund in a terrible jail. Besides, this is such a hard time... Even though it's torture, if you give it a little more relief, you'll be here. Yes, even though it shows, it's not this heavy, it's a little lighter."

"For example?"

"When it's tea, pull out the sweets! or... and then you can reduce salt and air from rice or you can hit your butt with straw... it's pathetic, so you can peel a hole in your ear more than a piece of paper..."

- That's not torture, the keeper thought.

When I'm engaging with Reacher like that, I'm like, "Huh. Mm-hmm." I heard a lot of young women. The collector can't look backwards because he carries a heavy load. So Leecha took a look at me.

"Hey, whose voice is that?"

"Hmm. The city's water spirits. They're pushing their luggage from the cow. Apparently, I saw your difficulty in the street, and I couldn't wait to help."

"Ha? Hey, why are you doing that..."

"Mr. Ningen, Mr. Ningen"

When the collector stopped blindly, one water spirits (Seylan) popped forward just a moment and peered into his face with unrelenting blue eyes.

"Hey, what's up?"

"It's because we're on. You can't screw this up. Yo!

When the young water spirits (Seylan) lifted their eyebrows, they used their mouths as a letter to their mouths, and they snorted roughly with Hunce and made a force on their thin arms, but the feeling they saw did not rely more on the twigs.

"It is not courageous not to see righteousness."

"We, each one of us, are weak."

"If we all do our best, we'll be damned!

"Don't cry, Mr. Ningen. I'm powerful."

"Yes, yes. If Atashi and Petra put it together, they could lift the sugar pot."

"Me, I'm not sure about power, but I'm a good singer. Sing. Rura."

"Oh, sloppy sloppy. I am also a great singer and celebrity. Rura, Rura."

If you notice, the city's water spirits (Sei Lane) gather behind the zodiac and sing a great chorus. The knights, who were rightly marching in discipline, could not resist their instincts, and when they surrounded themselves with pieces and collectors, they took a stunning rhythm and circled out the steps as they magnificently carved them out.

"Mummy, is the voice of my honorable Knights of the Water Spirit (Sai Lane) lost to the town girl style? I'll take command. Yikes. Ru Ru Ra."

I wonder how grumpy it was. When Reacher combined to pray her hand in front of her chest, this was another lucid beauty and she rang her throat all the time asking me to listen to my song.

- Well, what happened to my baggage?

When this happened, the queen, who was off the lead in the carriage, just stopped the wheel and spun out the melody with a resounding voice, saying she couldn't lose either.

"You know. Wouldn't you like to be here forever?"

As the collector bent the verse and lowered his head to Barbara, he reloaded his luggage into the carriage and put an end to this series of disturbances.

"Eh heh, good for you, Klando. Now I don't have to carry heavy baggage. I enjoyed it."

"Is Miriam here?"

"'Cause I was worried about Klander."

The patrol, led by Queen Barbara, was doubling in number from the time of departure, slowing down the path of a small high hill with a view of the sandy beach and the lake.

The surplus, of course, are the daughters of the Water Spirit (Seylan) who have followed themselves from the city. They have a basic amount of free time.

The knights barely kept their line, but their easy-going daughters said, "These flowers are beautiful. Can I put it on?" "Hey, I'm not hungry. Eat some sweets!" "Ah, that grass over there looks fuzzy. While listening to requests such as" I want to go to sleep "from one end, the patrol had to pinch the small pause every now and then, and the move did not proceed as late.

The collector was a man who was much closer to continental thinking than the average Japanese, but he was just about to come to terms with the by-doodless behavior of the Water Spirit (Seylan) daughters, who didn't even expect this appointment.

(Stupid...... You think you're freer than me? Impossible. That's fantasy world)

"Hey Leecha. Wouldn't it be nice to keep this up?

"What is it? Klund more than that. My grass whistle and Lilith's. Can you tell me which tone is better?"

The only time I speak to Reacher who seemed serious, this female knight was playing the perfectly perfectly perfectly grass whistle alongside the water spirits (Seylane) as high as elementary school.

"I don't know, either way."

"Mm-hmm. Neither sound good or anything else exists in this world! That's a good one. I'm gonna get mad, too!

"Ah, yes. Do you..."

Reacher protests with a serious face when he pinches a leaf between his lips.

Apparently, the water spirits (Seylan) had an atmosphere that seemed less important in the world than sound.

"Pause!

The female knight of the deputy proclaimed high on behalf of Reacha. When the collector weakens, he sits on the spot.

(Repeat standing or sitting. Now I'm too tired.)

With that in mind, the Water Spirit (Seylan), who noticed the strangeness of the collector, stopped by and looked worried.

"Daijibu? Are you hungry? My snack."

"No, that's okay."

One daughter pushes a stick of confectionery around her cheek.

Please don't do this. Because I'm not going in from there.

"Mmm. That's it. That's it. Mr. Ningen, you're very nebulous. What? You should do it with my knee pillow!

"No, no, I can't believe your knee, Mr. Ningen. It hurts. You can have mine."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"No, no, I'm here."

"No, no, we're here"

- Isn't that an infinite loop? Don't you know it's a concession? Always too aggressive for this guy.

"Is it cold? It's Mr. Ningen. All of us, finally."

"That's right. That's right. Then you might feel better."

The water spirits (Sai Lane) push their bodies against their keepers. It feels good to hit the chest and butt, but since everyone is working hard anyway, the evil doesn't increase well either. The collector gradually had difficulty breathing in the sea of pressing meat.

"Gyuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Stop, you guys, my breath..."

"Pause, stop! Camped here today."

The voice of the deputy spirits a tree. The knights quickly set up a tent by the shade as they saw the queen descend from the carriage talap.

It was still a distance to see the palace. In time, the collector stopped thinking.

"This is just a camp."

Exactly a line full of women. The cooking arrangements were stunning together, but all they made is basically fire free.

"Mm-hmm? Ningen doesn't seem to be getting any food. Here, here's the good thing about iki, huh?"

A slender beauty sitting next to her reminds her of a hundred years of love when she rips a raw sea bream out of her head.

Anyway, their teeth are spotless and beautiful like marble. Besides it's sturdy.

The reason would be calcium.

I couldn't help but round my eyes the soundness of not even leaving the scales, bursting and chewing them up.

Somehow, he's more biting than I can imagine from the thinness of his jaw.

The collector imagined a scene where he was forced to hand cage them and force them to have oral intercourse.

But his son said, "What's this snack?" All I could think of was a scene where I was disappointed by the Water Spirit (Seylan), and it took courage to hold my shoulders.

"Yeah, it's chappy. Ugh."

Even though they didn't use fire for cooking, they loved to sing around the fireworks.

Even now, a few of Nori's good people are lining up, hugging each other's shoulders, swinging left and right and even singing in a fun circle. It was so beautiful that it was regrettable.

"But the lyrics are naive"

Moving her point of view to the upper seat, Queen Barbara had made her mermaid chocolata hold a plate, and her naked white fish was being transported to her mouth using a fork elegantly.

On top of the white body is a sauce similar to fish soy sauce, slightly habitual but similar in smell and flavor to soy sauce, one of the seasonings familiar to the collector.

"Hey, Cland? Would you like some fish?

A mermaid named Lararella, who happened to get along, asked as she picked up a tail.

(Aren't you eating together?)

"Fish is delicious. I hear you can eat fish too, Mr. Ningen."

"Oh, it's not like I can't eat fish."

"Oh, right! I don't like Klund. You're like a baby. I'll leave you to La Larella, the mermaid."

Lararella caught the peppermint green fish that remained on the plate and narrowed her eyes with skill as she spit out the tail of Meval, which had remained in her mouth for a long time.

Or if you look at it from the collector, the shade of fish that can be taken in this water itself is slightly too colorful to make you lose your appetite.

……

When Lararella threw the colorful fish into her mouth as the collector looked jiggly, she stored an incomprehensible volume of how she was storing it in that little mouth and began to chew it quickly.

Rigori, Gukkin. Ohri.

It sounds awesome like pulling iron with a scarecrow, and in Lararella's mouth, saliva and fish are mixed together carefully.

"Mm-hmm. Aw."

"Ngu!

When she shut up, Lararella put the chewed fish in the palm of her hand and moved it closer to the mouth of the keeper.

In her little palm, there's a mixture of chewed up fish and her saliva so often that it seems so far.

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And it's spitting out.

Lararella's eyes were thickened by heat because of the hard work she had done. spit out in the palm of my hand. That looks a lot like the "arr" you often see in adult videos. It's refreshing and disgusting.

(If you think about it, I don't like Lararella's behavior, too, like the task of checking the amount of her ejections)

"What? Could this be...?

Do you mean eat something chewed up and softened, like a baby?

On the back of the possessor's brain was recalled an outrage previously carried out in the dungeon in the name of the wives' mouthing, which caused a severe tremor.

"Don't you want...?

(It's sloppy, Mr. Lararella. where is the guy who looks like that and can say he doesn't like it, no)

In no way did the collector sip the colorful fish soup that Lararella chewed up with "goodwill".

I've already sipped it all over the place.

(Disgusting, Guero's about to come out)

But even the collector endured that the man was patient.

When I looked up, Leecha approached me and pounded Lararella's head.

"Ouch."

"Lararella, don't do anything crazy to Klando."

"Sorry."

Lararella escapes among the circles of everyone enjoying the feast as she uplifts her cheeks and flies through the ground with a tail.

"What? Hey, what do you mean, now?"

"I'm sorry, Klando. He had a bad habit of feeding others what he had chewed up. Usually, I go cleverly by mixing it with juice, but this time it was moro, so I just realized it too."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to put a bottle in your mouth?

Reacha had an irresistible grin when she lifted the bit-pink fish.

- Are you eating that color? It's so vicious, my eyes hurt!

"Wait a minute. It's not like I don't eat raw. Just a little. I'll just get the fish."

"Right."

When the collector received the pink fish from Reacher, he pierced the branch of the tree that was in its heap and approached the fire, which was burning red in the center.

In the rear, Leecha was crushing "even though it's raw and delicious..." but I just wasn't familiar with this interculturally enough to eat every urchin.

"Whoa, let me through, I'll borrow the fire."

"What? What?

"Mr. Ningen, what are you doing?

"Cook the fish."

"Er. No. Well, fish are still the best way to dance and eat the perfect twinkle."

"What the fuck?"

"You don't understand."

I rang my tongue with a rhythmic wave of my index finger in my face that one daughter couldn't help it. Something, it's silly and cute because it feels like a taste professional. But their taste is less than dog shit.

"Japanese people like sashimi, but they also eat grilled fish."

And the treasurer baked the fish that had stabbed the branches of the tree, using a burning fire, and opened himself cleverly with a knife, and shook the salt upon it.

"And bake again," he said.

"Klund, it's overcooked. Yikes. I'm gonna burn."

One of the mermaids complained.

Incidentally, the Water Spirits with White Teeth is Life (Seylane) don't really care about the taste thing, they love the de recto battle.

"Raw is good, but this is how you cook it. It's tight and flavorful."

"Yep. That's a lie.

"Passa. Passa. Yes."

"Give me a break. Kihaha."

"What? That's the thing, you should eat it before you say it. And by the way..."

When the collector saw the fish, he threw it into an open mouth like the asshole of the nearest Water Spirit (Seylan) daughter.

My daughter had her eyes rounded for a while, but as she chewed up the roasted fish over and over again, she let her eyes glimmer and poked both her cobwebs up into heaven, barking.

"Mmmm! Mmmm - yum!

"Yeah. Eh. Ugh. Damn. Mmm, this is - a new touch!

"Wait a minute! And our share!

When one makes a noise that one is good and good, strawberries and others come together to stop singing and dancing.

Everyone has looked jiggly upward at the collector as he shined stars and heartmarks in his eyes.

That's Mr. Ningen. Your heart is dusty.

Nice. Nice, Mr. Ningen. Mr. Klund.

Who brought this Mr. Kland- don't do it.

I'm Klund's wife. I admit to disagreement.

- May I?

The water spirits (Seylan) and mermaids smash into each other. This was one of the old-fashioned expressions of affection among them.

"Hey, dude! What the hell. I didn't like baked fish that much!

The possessor, who did not know that, wondered if the less offensive of dissatisfaction had begun, and stiffened himself.

"Wait a minute!

"Reacher, will you stop?

Leecha broke in between my daughters, who were jerking off.

She proclaimed three fingers sticking out in a flash as she looked back at the collector and smiled at Dandy.

"I - I knew three years ago!

"What an appeal."

"Oops too. Don't you dare!

"My queen..."

Together, we stopped moving and looked back at Barbara, who approached us. She was dressed in a beige dress she wore at night and was already wearing a nightcap just before she went to bed.

"I allowed the feast to take place, but who wanted to deepen friendship with Ningen"

A few water spirits (Seylan), who will be together but have not yet understood the situation at all, are continuing to sing and play. Barbara looked at them sideways.

(Oh! I still can't read the air scolding my daughter!

and when the zodiac could put his strength into both fists, Barbara slowly put her gaze back so that she could see nothing.

"Oh, you're not angry!

Among the many pressing atmospheres, bright mermaid pops flow back.

It was very surreal.

"What are you suddenly screaming about? Apparently, you need to do the trick tonight."

Barbara reassembles her legs on the chair, which had been stretched long with a conscious movement of the collector's eyes, when she smiled badly.

(Damn it! If this is daylight, the cave cocktails will take their side if daylight... Why do hidden flower plants try to protect the outside world's illumination even in discipline)

"Chocolata. Bring that ningen to the tent. Heh. How long can you stand it today?"

Barbara laughed with a cheeky and elegant voice when she said that. As the collector scratched the head of his nose pounding, the mermaid and queenly chocolata jumped a little closer.

"Mr. Klund. The queen misses you because she doesn't fit well into everyone's circle. Please comfort me."

"Chocolate ratta. Don't say anything unnecessary."

Yes, it is.

Poor queen.

Then you should lend us our cland.

That's good. Let's do that. That's how I decided.

"Hey, Barbara"

"You're still disrespectful Ningen. What is it?"

"You're so admired."

The zodiac sent an unnatural entertainer and a smile just like that to the queen. Of course, it's not even a barbara with a loose head that can't read the meaning. She scowled and roared at the treasurer.

"Um. Queen. Well, I have one question."

One of the water spirits (Seylan) came by.

"What is it"

"Can I sing you a song?

"... do as you please"

And also begins the night of the treasurer who became the human table.

The second day was digesting the process relatively firmly. The reason is simple. Last night's feast left no compatriots of the satisfied Water Spirit (Seylan) behind.

Goodbye. Goodbye. They all smiled as they waved away, even though there was so much alcohol left.

Long, sandy beaches. The lake was quiet. The water surface is windless without tingling. The collector is accompanied by the princess's carriage, while he steps on a crisp, sandy little chop.

"Stop."

When the time was short around noon, Barbara finally issued an order for a small pause.

"A little, I'll take it off. Until then, rest your bodies."

The collector sat down on a fine white sand and drank the water handed to him by the knight, watching Barbara's back drinking away with only chocolata over the rocks.

You look like, "Where are you going?"

It's changed since I hit it yesterday, and a fully armed leacha walks over. She sat down with a girl as she reached next to the collector. That's the one where a man can't because of his narrow pelvis.

(Why is this guy so close to me when I find him? Are you lonely?

"For once, you're the queen. Are you okay with that without even putting on an escort?

"This is the area of power of my Water Spirit (Seylan) clan. There's no such thing as an outside enemy who can set up evil. You can rest assured."

"Do you know where you've been"

"Right here. We call it the Cradle of Love, and there is only a royal sanctuary."

"Something has come up with a very romantic word."

"Hehe. We are all girls. I'm a little embarrassed, but I like it so I call it that. From the point of view of your lords, Klund, it would seem like a decoy. … in short, breeding grounds."

"Well, there's no emotion, no grump."

"Most of the female shapes of aquatic species that represent us as the Water Spirit (Seylan) cannot be increased unless we get seeds from other species. Most people have a much longer life span than Ningen and others, and they can afford the expiration date of their youth, but they haven't quite met. It's also our dream to bring lovers to that place and overlap them with love."

(Oh, no, I gave you something like an OL that was late)

"Then why Barbara..."

"Three years ago, I hear my sister took Hidun to that place. Since then, he's gone to that place if he's free, and he's thinking back to that time. Klund. We, the sisters, would hardly speak, would we? Since that one incident, we've really lost track of how to treat each other.

So my sister doesn't even call me except when she's in real trouble, and even when she's at a feast, she even draws a line with the Knights. The trouble is, I don't know how to make it up to you. This sort of thing is common among families, isn't it? Klund, I wonder if you have any brothers. "

"Come on, I don't have a brother or a brother, so I don't know."

"In my hometown, are my parents alive...?

"They both died when I was a kid."

"Right."

Leecha stared at the face of Ji Zhuo's keeper, and she held him tight.

"What the hell. If you fall in love with evil like me, it's not gonna be a big deal."

"Why do you look so dying? If you look at her like that... what's wrong with her, she'll want to do this?"

The Water Spirits (Sai Lane) are highly empathetic.

When they arrive by the side before the collector realizes it, they gently lean over and, as usual, become a jerk again.

The collector most hated being pitied on these family topics.

It's not rational.

But I didn't even feel like complaining when I saw the jewel-like tears they were pounding when they weren't meant to be.

I'm crying.

They can't be rich in vocabulary, they even try to convey their minds in motion.

It can also be said that Lacey, the Seylan half, is out-populated and multi-emotional, and that there were roots here.

I feel the hot fever of the women. But the bulk of what I don't understand when I tell someone about individual loneliness. It even becomes a thin, cold, terribly vain starch, separating the keeper from the others.

I guess I only noticed it because I keep staring at the blue lake as I feel the heat of the chunks of meat.

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and when white, tiny bubbles floated on a rippless surface, the possessor rose instantly due to previous experience and wild conjecture.

"What, that 's--"

A huge shadow that appeared trying to crack the lake.

The identity was a great magnum that twisted countless tentacles from beneath his belly, seeping out of his whole body as overwhelmingly vicious as he had ever seen before.