Dungeon+Harem+Master

Returning to the palace, the collectors were allowed to meet with the Dorotheas, who had been immediately captured.

"That's a lot steeper."

"Don't complain to me. That's what she told me herself."

Reacher with the key to the lock left him facing forward.

Wouldn't it be a little cold?

No. Her ass is in good shape. That alone makes me think I can forgive everything.

This is the corner of the prison in the basement of the palace. Looks like there's a hallway going on everywhere in a long, long space that would be distracting if you looked at it from a collector.

room at the far end of it. Found Pordina, nestled in Dorothea and shackles in a room of rather elaborate construction, the treasurer leaked his breath of deep relief.

"Your husband. You're safe!

Pordina swung her tail left and right all the time, hitting the lattice properly.

- Hmm? I bumped into you!

"It's getting so subtly big."

It had been a long time since Pordina, a loyal dog, had grown in volume from thumb size to a bean wood size of about thirty centimeters.

Although I couldn't deny the discomfort because it felt like I had been forced to shrink the most adult women.

"Your husband. Pordina always spent her days thinking only about you."

Pordina wanted to go back to her jeans, and she rang with a sweet voice on her nose with a cuffoon, and she licked the face of the caretaker in front of the lattice.

If you look closely, she is unconscious but wet her shorts all over the place and the floor also makes a small pond. I guess I had too much incontinence of happiness. Leaving your dog alone for a long time can still take these kinds of actions. The collector remained intricate and still dusted.

"Seems to water an inspiring reunion, but I'll open the key right away, so wait. Yes, it won't be long."

"No. Don't be mean. Long time no see, huh? Don't you have a human heart?"

"There's enough time for a visit."

"Do something there"

"Three hours."

"Plus one."

"Three Days"

"Can we still go?

"Three years."

"It's too much service."

"That's what they all do. Why not?

"Later. Think as much as you like in your own bed."

I wasn't so willing to stay in this underground empire, but I got some time, so the collector let go.

The prison was no different from where the collectors lived, and was flooded with rather lavish conditioning.

The collector pointed to an object flipping over the couch with a smart kid as he put Pordina of Bean Chai Dae on his lap.

"It's like a seiuch rolling there. What?

"It's Dorothea. Hi, because she hasn't woken up since she was transported here."

"That's a bad idea."

The collector quickly rushed over to the couch when he placed Pordina gently on the floor to see what was going on.

(Same phase. Though it's like a miracle tit with no disfigurement when you fall asleep)

Quite a few days have passed since it was launched into this capital.

It's just a bad trend not to wake up even though there are no anomalies anywhere.

"Oh, my God. I can't believe that busty Dorothea turns out to be like a bone of scattered fried chicken..."

"Your husband. This is my sight, but her shape hasn't changed."

"In these cases, it is the kiss of a prince who wakes up a beautiful woman. I'm a prince, Gala. Then it'll be worth a shot. So, munchkin"

The collector teased Dorothea lying on the couch with a deep kiss without his permission.

Well, I paired my lips and lips all I wanted.

Dorothea just keeps sleeping unconsciously and never looks to wake up.

- Something about this. I'm dealing with a dutch-wife. - Maybe it's vain.

"Oh, my God. Maybe my love isn't enough -"

Leaks every joke. Kuru turned away from Dorothea, behind him Pordina and Leecha were lying back and closing their eyes. The treasurer turned true.

"Hey. Listen, what are you doing? You guys."

"Your husband, I'm asleep. Kukuku."

"Kland.I 'm asleep, too. Ugh."

"Um..."

"You can't wake up without the Lord's kiss. Kukuku."

"Nor can I wake up without the kiss of a courageous lord. Ugh."

Is this just raccoon sleeping?

The collector carefully observed the two rolling beauties as they rubbed Dorothea's breast enhancement with one hand. Most of them were figure sized and not so appetizing.

"Okay."

The collector let go of his index finger and thumb from Dorothea's nipple, which he was pinching, he first turned to Reacher. You perceived the Lord's behavior and position in footsteps, and Pordina's tail swayed small in disillusionment.

"Well, let's not munch"

The collector stops by and whispers softly in Reacher's ear.

From her expectations, she moves like a small fish with a thick, riddled frown.

What I want you to remember here is the size of a daughter named Pordina.

A little and splendid figure size is a certain dog-ear maid. The keeper softly moves closer to Reacher's lips as he hugs her.

Whether he felt disturbing signs or his two innocent daughters opened their eyes painfully as if their lips showed each other a few centimeters away.

"That's a mild joke. What the fuck?"

Reacha pulled out her sword in tears as she bit her lips into humiliation.

Pordina is grabbing the hem of her skirt very hard as she sits a girl on the floor to avoid resentment on her face at Pordina.

"Keep your maiden heart shut."

"It's more Dorothea now than Ng. This is the bigger problem."

"Don't distract me."

Reacher had his eyes triangulated, but he was in a good mood when the collector apologized for his life.

(Damn, you're a tough guy with no jokes. You can't make fun of me.)

Then I wish I hadn't done it from the beginning, but for now, it was said that it was the backbone that formed the root of this man that would try anything that came to mind and regret it later.

I can't possibly live long.

"Hang on, Dorothea. If you don't wake up with all those enthusiastic kisses, you're seriously getting worried. Usually, my face is pounding."

"Aren't you going to punish me a little..."

Reacher closed one eye with a frightened face.

"You showed it to the doctor."

"Yes, doctors in this country politely checked me out every morning, but Dorothea never showed any signs of waking up"

Pordina, hugged in her arms, declares as she looks up at her face. After all, was it careful that Pordina was also stuck alone, stirring her expression in a weak way when the story approached the core?

"Klund. The truth is, the Water Spirit (Seylan) doctor is used to Golden Wound, but he doesn't have that much experience when it comes to the contents of his body. In the first place, we are fundamentally different from those who live on land in the making of our bodies. I've never even heard of drowning water spirits."

"And even if they say so. If I go to the ground, I'll be a doctor. There's no way I'm bringing you here. Let's take a little shock therapy."

"Um, are you sure?"

"Fine, fine. He's asleep, and I'm responsible for everything. Do it."

Anxiously against Pordina (thirty centimeters) standing on Dorothea's belly, the depositor urged the decision with an unsubstantiated, confident attitude.

Reacher looks intrigued behind the treasurer to watch what is about to happen.

"So... I'll be back."

Pordina began to make a fierce and repeated leap in the belly part of Dorothea when she shouted in a whimpering voice that she couldn't think of from her usual calm attitude.

Hey, hey.

Dorothea's pompous, subtly fatty stomach snaps oddly. Reacher immediately turned away from the tragic sight and buried his face on the back of the collector.

"Maybe there's still something wrong with my stomach."

"Your husband, ma'am. Oh, my God! That's why it's so good!

"There is no basis. My gut tells me to do this."

"Sasuke, Sasuke!

Pordina doesn't seem to have this kind of mind to doubt from Hannah.

However, was there still a mental hardship part to silently get over the defenseless Dorothea's belly? It felt like I spoke to him unintentionally. Otherwise, I can't jump in the belly of my sisterly daughter who has lived with me so much ground, etc., first of all.

The action happened the next moment.

Dorothea coughed as she pointed at her lips while asleep and spewed out fountain-like water trying to pee through her throat.

"I did it. I'm so cannibal."

A collector got used to his thumb patchouli, and finally caught Pordina jumping on this side by arguing with Big Big Big Big. Dorothea's belly replaces the trampoline.

A small black shadow glimpsed in the water that Dorothea was drinking, spitting out like a fountain.

"Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute!

Reacher, who was holding back behind him, moves brilliantly to hold the fallen object wide open and soften up.

- That was a little whale about thumb size.

He or she did not know that the creature, when seated in the palm of his hand, would tide well and cheerfully, as the business-friendly shellfish would do.

"This is a sleeping whale -"

"Sleeping whales? What a strange thing."

Reacher hung and shook upside down to show him as he pinched the whale tail in his hand so he could see well.

"It's so rare in this waters. When you enter through the throat of a large fish and live in your stomach, you leave the host feeling intoxicated, a creature that gives you a spill of food that comes in unimpressed when you are there. I'm sure this elf felt too small and too anesthetic"

"Ha... I don't know yet."

The collector gently stretched his neck as he rubbed his eye lid in rub.

"Your husband. I will succeed and fail."

"Ah, hey!

Pordina, that's good. When I let it go, I quickly slipped through the collector's arm. As she held the whale Leecha was pinching as she turned her dog ear upside down over her head, she twisted and instantly sent it to the afterlife.

"Hmm. Let's have a whale steak today."

"No, you don't when you eat..."

"Brilliant."

Reacha gave praise as she clapped her hands and rang and slapped at the flowing Pordina Mini Maid movement. The hunter, the Wolf Warrior (Wearwolf), is an impressive hunter.

"Mm-hmm."

While doing so, Dorothea, who was lying on the sofa, moves out in a rough and messy manner. Big peachy breasts swing loosely.

"Hey, what? Where did you go..."

"Yay! I noticed Dorothea woke up."

"You did it, sir."

"Good for now, Klando"

Pordina and Leecha narrow their eyes and welcome.

"No...... Something's wrong with my body... and my mouth doesn't feel right."

Dorothea is wiping her lips with her fingertips as she flaunts her face. Without being offended by the consciousness of sin, the treasurer called it a loose end.

"Dorothea, that's my fault! I woke up with crackles, so I'm not used to it yet. I'm sorry. You have to think of your body first!

"Hey, what is it? Klund. After a sudden rush... just give me your shoulder"

When the collector assisted Dorothea to sit on the couch, he briefly told him what he had been able to do since he was attacked by the Great Turtle in that lake.

"It's just a tease."

"It's not like it's all good."

"... is it conveyed?

Reacha went with her little neck hanging.

"It's a two-car buddy, so it's probably"

Pordina answered as usual.

"Whatever it is, I know exactly what's been going on. My husband, Klund, Pordina, and Sora himself were very much taken care of by the people of the Water Spirit (Seylan). I would like to thank you for being my husband and sister. You're right. I can only thank you."

When Dorothea found out Leecha was the queen's sister, she expressed gratitude and sincerity.

"Oh, husband...? Oh, you mean Klund's wife!

Reacher raised her thick brow and opened her mouth wide.

"Mm-hmm. Sure, the beauty of softness and this man seem disproportionate, but since I like him on top of all this, it's not fate that has become me. I'm happy now."

The collector felt neighboring Dorothea gently putting his head on his shoulder, a little embarrassed and out of sight of Leecha.

"Something wrong?

"No, not good or nothing... my sister is"

Pordina is looking up at Leecha as she slowly swings her tail to the left and right. The collector noticed that Reacher's expression only began to bluish his mind, and stood up and approached him.

"What's up? Something's wrong with us being husband and wife."

"Well... it's a really hard thing to do... is it sooner"

"Apple, apple. End of interview notice."

When the collector was creating a slightly serial atmosphere in front of the solidified leacha, he tried to smash it and one mermaid appeared in front of the cell as he rang the bell.

It is a mermaid chocolata.

"Clandestine. The prescribed time is over. See you tomorrow. Chocolate ratta behaves more like a dish on his arm."

The tense mermaid jumped on the floor with a tail and opened the door to the jail.

Pordina instinctively guards the mermaid in front of her, spinning around the chocolata as she stands on her tail. Apparently, they are spying on it by the blood of wolves pulsating from ancient times whether it is truly dangerous or not.

"Wow. This is a cute wow. I want to play with you. But not today. No. Chocolata is very busy at work. Sorry."

The collector said Pordina said to the mermaid winking with her index finger up, "Pi no!" I realized I had a blue muscle on my forehead, and I don't even know - I think. Certainly not lightly upset.

"Whew, Leecha. Could you tell the princess of this country that the strawberries are free of hostility? Strawberries are still in the middle of a dungeon attack. I haven't had time to step in this kind of water for days. Besides, my family should be worried about looking for us that disappeared. I was wondering if you could make it convenient."

"When I'm brought up about my family, I do want to help. All of this, I'm usually in reply, and I can't say I will. The existence of this capital of the Water Spirit (Seylan) is a confidential matter that should not be so easily known outside. The decision as to whether or not to let you guys back out is not cheap for me either. Plus you'll have a tough body when you get up and out. Different?

"Speaking of which, I should have slept plenty, but this slothfulness, a little -"

Reecha hiked her shapely little nose, holding Dorothea's hand and closing her eyes.

"Dorothea. You are firey. It's extraordinary, too."

Indeed, as Reacher says, Dorothea possesses the qualities of fire attribute sorcery. The collector listened to the two stories with his hands blocking the mouth of the awesome chocolata in his ear.

"Is that something?

"Assuming this is the land of water where the Water Spirit (Seylan) lives. You and the Fire Attribute will fundamentally have the power to destroy each other. At the very least, it is physically impossible to safely pass through the original underground waterway without resting for a few more days, even with the permission of the Queen"

"Mmm."

"Dorothea, Leecha's right, I'm a captive in shape. I haven't even broken Pordina's curse... or let it go because she's getting a little big. Probably going back to its original size? Hey, Reacher. Perhaps Pordina chained her body so she wouldn't escape through the lattice in her cell because it was tiny, but this isn't much then. You don't run off on your own, so why don't you shackle him off? You can do that at your discretion."

"Well, that's about it"

"Your husband. Please... don't worry about me"

"Because he's a good boy. Shut up and listen to me."

When the collector lifted Pordina and kissed her forehead softly, she became instantly quiet.

When Reecha promptly lifted the shackles of Pordina, she stared jizzily at the collector's face.

"Hey, what the..."

"Klund. My sister is really a very gentle, and hurtful, everywhere woman. That's all, believe me."

"Nah, nah. Master Klund, the Queen is here for you!

For now, the chocolata was noisy, so the keeper headed to the queen's private room.

As a matter of fact, I didn't feel so bitter when I heard it was a call. Because the Queen's attitude has changed dramatically since she exorcised that fucking obnoxious dusty shark in The Cradle of Love.

First of all, I stopped calling the zodiac Ningen. Breakfast this morning was properly roasted, not raw fish. The snack had sweet sugar confectionery and a fruit called Umi Melon.

(Heh. Apparently, that stubborn queen has mellowed into this charm of mine. Ma, your face is too similar to Lacey's and lacks flavor, but it must be a beauty. We need to give it a good strawberry talk and guide it back to where it belongs...)

When he entered the queen's private room, the keeper felt like he had been snubbed with intense laundry detergent in his depressed head.

The calm shaded walls had been repainted in pink, changing to floral patterns everywhere.

The floor, the ceiling, was a good blue colour - there was a cold atmosphere somewhere - but things were replaced by various cream colours of dark blue, reminiscent of a cheap love hotel room.

The lid of the bed had also turned into something that little girls might like, with unusual pretentious laces.

More importantly, the dress worn by the queen sitting back on the bed was based on Gothic Lolitar Fu's bite pink. This pulls.

"Ooh. Did you wait...?

"Mr. Klando. It's late,. I'm tired of waiting."

Barbara lay down her eyes softly as she hid half her face with a fan.

I don't know. I had an indescribable hue that freaked me out just watching.

It's like someone else's attitude from yesterday.

"Cland-sama. The chocolate ratta will serve. Stay with the queen!

"Hey, wait! Don't go..."

Chocolata walked out of the room laughing cheerfully as she pressed the back of the collector and forced him to sit next to Barbara. Probably went to prepare lunch.

Barbara is acting strange. It is a feeling of falling if you don't touch it.

- No, collector, calm down. You're not a sarah virgin in the garlic. What have you done? I have cancer. Look at this guy's face. You look just like Lacey I've held many times. I'm not frightened. You can act as grand as usual. Cast a spell. Chanting is self-implication. Soraki. The woman, to me, to be held.

"The... Barbara... what"

"What, is it...?

"You've remodeled the room. You're cute."

"Really? Really, if that's what you think... I'm so happy"

Seeing Barbara's sobering grin sometime later, the collector almost melted his bowels.

(What, this. Could this be... this is love? Why not? In the meantime, let's stay in the mood. Maybe I can bring it to Chome Chome successfully)

"Hey. Barbara. Can I ask you one thing?

"What is it, Mr. Krander?"

Speaking of which, I am tempted at some point. Don't let the treasurer get on with himself, let him know this could be a grand trap.

"Ah, I don't like foreboding and flirting, so I'm gonna cut it straight in."

"Ha. A very masculine lady"

"So that's it. Why are you suddenly in such a friendly mode? You don't know what that means! Before you left here, you treated me like a human chair, didn't you?

"What a human chair... I was certainly a stupid woman at that time who didn't understand one thing about your splendor. No, I guess you can never forgive me for just mouthing. Then I'll prove to you that I'm reflecting on you."

Barbara said so in the tone she had in mind, letting the fan go on the bet and crawling on all fours on the floor.

- What is this girl? Did you even get a brain modification in the gap where I took my eyes off?

The collector's face turned into the kind of shape he saw Sphinx over the Capitol.

"Take me. Please accept this sign of reflection."

Barbara shook a pretentious look to the left and right as she stuck out her unexpected or abundant glutes.

The collector puts his hand on his forehead, and learns to stand limp and light.

"That, what. I mean, get in, huh?

"Mr. Klando. If you're willing to accept my apology, get in. That is my pride as queen of the Spirit of Water."

No, definitely not this one. and the possessor counts prime numbers in his head.

Pretty, no, it's an obviously psychotic situation.

(Think. Think, McGeiber. Not really. I can't help but squeeze out an ultra-q idea that will overcome this difficulty in your previous experience, my collector - oh, it's over)

things have happened, the chocolata that has opened the door and pushed the catering trolley is solidified. That hardens. The collector resented God's miraculous story haul, which is colder than the bottom of the can.

"Hey, what are you doing... my queen. How do you look?"

"Don't stop... now I'm... being punished... for being too unknown, too narrow-minded a door to myself... Clandestine... push open... ahhh, push open!

Done.

The Zodiac did hear the theme song of the Neverending Story playing in the back of his brain.

"I mean, the Queen said she was ashamed of her unknown, which hit Krander so hard... that's for sure!

"Hey, wait a minute. Why is this scene so intense?

For some reason, Chocolata's eyes shine brightly. The collector could only know the breadth and bottomless depth of this great universe, and I felt like I was only a little smarter. Come on, let's get out of this door and run into the sand. I remembered to stay before that.

"Hey Chocolata. It's not like I ordered it."

"Uh, I don't mind that. Why don't you give him a ride? If you do, I think the queen will feel better."

"Seriously?

"Seriously, too. Seriously, Dada said she didn't do the princess's nanny."

"Damn, I believed you."

"Ahhh... hurry up... Krander. Well"

Barbara throws a grudgingly glance at her index finger.

"Are you okay? I'm so heavy."

"Weight, weight, please"

Are you excited about this situ, or are you excited about your stage, which you have newly found, the pieces nodding your tongue as you rough your breath.

"Oops."

"Ha Ugh... Ugh"

I haven't weighed in lately, but the collector was built out in this world and gained muscle weight, weighing over ninety kilos. It's very heavy. That's not something I can support, even though Barbara uses both hands and legs like she's never even had a tea bowl in Loc.

- After a few seconds, Barbara falls apart.

"Ugh. So, no, this way. Eh!

A princess raised as a flower, a butterfly.

The collector quickly lifted Barbara wondering if her spine had broken.

"Ahhh... hug... I, Klando, am holding you..."

"My queen. I don't know, but I was so impressed with the chocolate ratta."

Seriously, things get more confusing, but no one knows where that end point is yet.

"Hey, why don't we just settle down and have a meal. We are the same crew of the same spacecraft Earth. Love is at the table, and some spinners say it's the head."

"Do it. Well, let's have a good meal."

Chocolata stuck a goo over his head.

The collector was quite careful to invite the lady to dinner for quite some time, so her arms were a lot dull, but the effect worked without any particular problems.

"Mr. Klando. Today, I let the cook listen well and put the bake in the fish. If it suits your mouth, I'd be happy to."

"Ugh, yeah. It's delicious. Hey, it's burning. Well, one of the two Japanese is dying of cancer..."

The collector didn't add tea to the method of cooking aquatic habitat species he didn't like except raw food, and a little, no, a lot, no, not yet, he smiled at the burly grilled fish with slightly overcooked eyes.

Killing yourself is a very good category. You can switch off your head. If only that could bring us closer to a rosy world.

When I twitched well, I was also relieved that there was a part of the grilled fish to eat. The boiled or fruit does not fail, and the belly of the collector is satisfied with the delicious category.

"Um, Mr. Klando. Can I get you anything for dinner?

Barbara went for it.

Give me a break for the whale steak.