Dungeon+Harem+Master

Even if you want to eat a belly-filled treat everyday, it is common for humans to stop chopsticks when they stick out to their nose tips just to eat them now.

When was that? The collector wanted to eat a pile of chicken baskets from a store that seemed like he was building a chicken feeding tower all over the world, so he bought about a dozen, but before half flattened, he had heartburn and remembered to give the rest to the wooden dog that the apartment landlord had.

Shiba dogs were welcome and ate properly, but the collector was not convinced where.

My chest is full, but if you give me what's left of it to someone other than me, the emptiness soaks up my whole body as soon as possible.

(And, well, that's common. That's what I mean)

"Mr. Klando. What shall we do for dinner this evening?"

"I haven't had breakfast or lunch yet."

Queen's private room. Sitting on a white expensive looking leather sofa, Barbara next door is bringing. She had dreamed of wearing the chest of a keeper with her thin fingertips.

Blah, blah, the collector held Barbara last night.

And she was such an extreme virgin that she didn't even have to check again.

While I was at it, I was able to slow it down at a surprising rate myself this time.

Reached twelve times a night is a new record.

"But if you don't eat something, I'll touch you."

"... me, fish tempura"

"Is it tempura? I'll have chocolata ready in a minute. Ugh."

"Hey, I'm sorry I'm passionate about you. I was wondering if you would let go of my delightful stick for a moment. I'm gonna lose it like this."

Barbara is gossiping from the top of her pants at the podcaster's listening stick even as she talks. Exactly. This is embarrassing. If someone sees you, they'll probably get excited.

Gently pinch her hand away. Barbara glanced lustfully at her left pinky finger.

"You said that. Yesterday, you bullied me."

"So don't zip your pants down!

The treasurer pimped the back of Barbara's hand, who had unfortunately reached for his groin.

Is she even having fun with that, leaking a giggle that dulls with her eyes narrowed?

Barbara was a submissive and extremely troublesome type of woman who changed herself to suit a man.

"More than that, Mr. Barbara. Would you rather have a job?

"Oh, this is already such a time. When I spend time with you, I forget that time goes by."

"Reacher was here to call me again and again just now. It's not good to ignore cancer."

Looking at the water spirits (Seylan), the country seemed anarchic at first sight, but Barbara was doing her affairs properly as queen. - Not until the collector holds her.

(You're weak. She, I can't believe she was the type of guy who dragged me this far)

The current time is approximately eleven o'clock a.m. I walked right into the floor last night after dinner and held her in the stream, but she snatched and cried as the collector tried to get out of bed.

"I have no choice. If it weren't for government, I'd be with you forever. Just for a moment, I'm leaving this place, but be patient."

"Yeah, good luck with your work"

As the collector stood up and flickered her handkerchief toward Barbara, who left the room, she chewed her lower lip dissatisfied and sneezed her face.

"Hey, what is it? Where are you going?

"... have you grown tired of me?"

"What?"

"'Cause I can't believe you're not gonna show me one tear when you two love each other from now on"

"That's right. Mr. Barbara."

"And a kiss for you."

"Okay, 'cause I got it"

The treasurer walked over to Barbara after he had a headache and put his finger on his thin jaw.

As soon as she does, she turns her hands and greedily devours her lips when she lips together to suck, so she gets a little wolfy.

Barbara finally left the room with a crushing "It's a shame," in a tedious foothold that seemed to collapse. Honestly, I'm exhausted.

"Huh. You accidentally consumed calories."

"Good morning. Clandestine."

The moment the collector laid down somewhere on the couch, the mermaid chocolata jumped in with a full grin as she tipped off the floor with a fright.

"Kun-kun."

"Hey, stop fishing for trash the minute you get in..."

"I enjoyed last night."

Chocolata has teased charming winks as she thumbs up.

"So why don't you stop asking me, knowing?

"Ah. I'll refill for tonight's evening as well."

The collector screamed as he saw Chocolata happily humming "Runta" and placing a box of contraceptives on his pillow.

"I don't need a condom with a hole anymore!

"Ugh. I have a lot of orders for you, Clando. I, too, was worried about whether I could do well last night, and I got along until morning, didn't I? Pump."

"I know what you were asking in front of the room! 'Cause there was a strangely damp urchin falling off."

"Ugh. Chocolata, too, lost her ex-husband for seven years. I miss you, don't I?

"I don't know. Hey, why don't you stop snooping around with weird eyes?"

"Ugh. Mermaids are pretty good, aren't they?

"Leecha, Leecha!

The collector summoned the knight of the escort after the cancer rang the bell on the tabletop and exited Chocolata, who was immediately in a runaway mood.

Well, I slept on the couch wondering if this would slow me down for a while.

"So will you follow as usual? I worked last night."

"Yeah. How did your lord work?

"Nmugging!

The collector felt a shady caged exhale and took a defensive stance with a cushion as he immediately jumped on the spot.

Standing there was Dorothea sniffing grumpy with her hands on her hips.

"Nah, you surprise me."

"Well, it's not like you treat your wife's voice like a monster."

"Chi."

"Chihuahua, not crooked. Ugh, Klund. The Lord has something to tell you honestly. of?"

A thin, supple hand strikes gently on the cheek perfectly.

(What are these eyes? I don't doubt my eyes when I hear you've eaten and killed two or three dozen tigers right now...!

How greedy and brilliant were Dorothea's blue eyes.

"Well, I haven't had breakfast or lunch yet."

"I'm sorry to hear that!

"Hey. Don't yell...! There's a little kid with a liver balls, right?

"What am I missing? Your heart would be coated with iron."

"I swear to God, I declare. I have done nothing to offend Mrs. Dorothea."

"That's a lie."

"Yeah. God was too good"

The collector couldn't get away from Dorothea, who jumped quickly, and pitied him for eating the reverse shrimp solidification moro, which is why the kindergartener screamed so hard to hold his finger and laugh.

"Shh, shh! I've fornicated with your queen."

"I thought maybe that was it. Bye. If you're a man, spit it out!

Touching Dorothea's leg hard, she finally untied her moves and left.

I was suddenly in a storm, shaking my squeaky hair to the left and right, looking up at the ceiling and becoming a big letter.

"Well, let's start the second round," Dorothea chuckled.

"You know, before I do, can I ask you one thing?"

"What?"

"Why are you here?

"Ah? Is it not good for me to be here? Or whatever. I stole my wife's eyes, and from the height of the day my tits twitched."

"No, I didn't. I thought you guys were in jail. Simple question."

"Then let me out because I reminded the guard a little of his errands. I told him I'd be back in an hour, and he sent me off fast."

"Oh, yeah."

Again, I felt the nullity of the water spirits (Seylane) on my skin.

"Pordina is"

"He's stubborn that he can't make a difference. Okay, he's still in prison. Stiff one."

"You're too free..."

"Something's complaining..."

When Dorothea triangled her eyes, it woke up untouched.

At first it was a light shake.

The collector was also a fine sway that could not be detected unless he was lying on his back.

"Hey, what..."

Around about. The ceiling gradually shivers hard. Dorothea's expression, driven by anger until now, was quickly colored into fear.

"Idiot, it's an earthquake! Get out of here!

"Oh, what? An earthquake."

"What the hell! Damn it, it's this way anyway!

As the collector held Dorothea sideways, he dived under the bed in a quick move like a caught up puma. Fortunately, the bespoke covered bed had thick, sturdy legs in all four corners and enough clearance for the two adults to roll in.

Yup, and.

A wild vertical swing echoing in his belly slammed him all over his body. Dorothea clings desperately to the collector, as if he hadn't argued earlier, for example. Like a toddler trying to stay away from his parents, he found himself squeezing his full strength with his eye lid closed squeezed together.

Pretty big one. The vertical swing immediately switched to the horizontal swing. If you're not stretching your limbs and clinging to the floor, it's an extreme one that's going to be bounced off somewhere far away.

Household property arranged indoors was broken without being left, and the sound of falling and smashing sounded endlessly. Is that overly unusual roar horrible? Dorothea keeps screaming like crazy driven by fear. She screams a much bigger kink voice in her ear than when she does the array, and her tympanic membrane becomes paralyzed and pine (su) enters her head.

Hot watery sweat erupts dot just like when your whole body pores open and into the sauna. The sweat eventually turned from the medulla of the body into something freezing cold.

Dorothea is rattling and trembling in her embraced arms screaming. The collector was soon becoming unable to tell if this sway belonged to nature or Dorothea.

The wobble would not have actually lasted that long, but it was physically felt to be a length that seemed to be permanent as well.

"Oh, are you done?"

The treasurer still stroked Dorothea's head, with his pulled face rattling with bees, teeth and teeth, all right.

She stared at one point of the wall with her blue eyes open, still unable to contain her fears.

"Hey Dorothea. It's over! It's over! It's all over!

Pulling her head together as she calls her name violently, she still doesn't break the stiffness and sticks with even stronger force. When I managed to convince him to drag him out of under the bed, the indoors were razed by earthquakes, as if he had eaten a carpet bombing by moro.

"Hey, what's that?"

"What, it's just an earthquake, right? See, there's something similar about magic."

"Yes, no, it sure is... But this is the first time I've ever been born."

"It seems to have fitted in for now though. Check what's going on out there. Don't worry about Pordina, either. Look, I need to stick around like that forever."

"Ko, my hips are falling out..."

Dorothea is still shaking her body small as she sits girl down. In the mood of discovering an unexpected side of Dorothea, the collector gently offered his hand and helped him stand up.

"Oh, my God, it's sloppy. What happened to the way you were following me earlier?"

"That's what they said. Scary things are scary..."

I'm gonna pound your shoulder as I hold back Dorothea, who's spoiled and buries his face in his chest. Feeling more decadent than sensual in the feel of her much-rich breasts, the possessor kissed her to comfort her naturally.

Or it would be something that could not be accomplished if it became quite exuberant and the nature and palms flexed into fruitful gifts of the goddess of abundance.

(and keep theoretically armed)

"Well, no... Klund, if you're doing this now......"

- Yes, I'm out. That means ok, right?

And so on and the collector contemplates something convenient for him, but he snorts roughly and pushes Dorothea down the couch, skilfully peeling his jacket with a fingertip movement he's used to.

"What are you doing"

"Mm-hmm."

As he was burying his face in the dewy Dorothea breast, a voice cooler than permanent frozen earth was heard from the rear.

"Shh, Barbara..."

The queen had taken the maiden knights of the fully armed Water Spirit (Seylane) and was royal. The knights were dyeing their cheeks at the act of the treasurer, while taking the better-communistic action of covering their faces with both hands and looking through the gap of their fingers.

"I don't know what you're doing. I'm asking."

Barbara's eyes were so good, but he didn't look at the keeper as if he were anymore. What she was looking at was Dorothea sleeping on the couch just in front of her shirt.

Barbara's expression was blue and black. He's angry, but he's got so much emotion, he's got blood on him, he's got a shade like the bottom of a lake.

"Hmm. Whatever the strawberries do, it doesn't matter to you."

"Hey, hey! Who do you think I am?"

"I don't know."

As Dorothea stood up with the previous button fitted, Barbara just let her mouth open and close like a goldfish in an angry, oxygen-seeking bowl.

"Ko, nooo!

Barbara expressed her anger with an almost cursed gesture of hands, congesting her eyes bright red, pointing to Dorothea but her emotions seemed too high to spin the words well.

The collector dreamed of the less horror, the sight of himself holding his knees in the bottom of a tub with warm water and circling like a fetus.

"Can't you even look for words to give back if you don't know them? Stupid. Oh, speaking of which, is your lord the best of the ladies here? Wataru and Pordina, and the pavilion owner took great care of them. Thank you, who will deliver it to again when you return to the Mansion? It is unlikely that a frivolous pawnbroker will come here."

Dorothea turned her well-shaped nose upwards with her arms together, and barbara could be exchanged to keep standing sarcastically as much as water on the stand. Chocolata, who was next to Barbara, was peeling her white eyes as she threw white bubbles out of her mouth.

"Elves - this, elves - you!

Barbara is so good. She spins her arms around like wheels in an attempt to give it back, even staring at Dorothea, but as a water spirits (Seylan) who have little experience in scolding arguments and opponents in the first place, she comes out with good cursing words and tears.

Around the perimeter, the knights send ales such as "Good luck to the princess" and "There Gatsun" but didn't seem to function well as a party effect. The collector also wanted to add Barbara, who was emotionally interchangeable and semi-crying. That's the default judge system engraved in the gene.

"Ha. What about the elves? I don't remember asking you to take care of Shimo, the pavilion owner. It's brilliant, you thieving cat!

"Hey, cat! This, and more importantly, the princess of the Water Spirit (Seylane), this is me, the cat?

"Bye. This is what happens because I take my own hand at Wonderland. Ha! If you know what I mean, just leave it there. I'm sick and tired of these creepy water bottoms."

"- I hear one thing. You're just going to embarrass me by saying that you only want Krander to be your own."

Unlike earlier, Barbara's voice slowly settled down. That was unnecessarily puzzling and horrible.

"Bye. I didn't know that Klund had a bad habit of eating stuffs, but he would eat getty things like you. If I'm hungry, I can't help but look like a treat to anything, but I have a headache because I don't have to re-stick my bad eating."

"I was wondering if something like that might have happened when we were acting together. Apparently, Mr. Klund was blind because of the poison on the ground. Poor thing. This is the only other way to regenerate Krander with my love."

A painful silence could enter both Barbara and Dorothea.

They're both crazy with fierce flames of jealousy.

And this scorching rage was about to envelop everything, becoming a great twist that even the possessor, who was already a party, could not erase.

"Reacher. Clear it up."

As Barbara told him, Leecha was bored with a bitter look and pulled the sword out of her waist, expressionless as she wore a mask when worried only for a few seconds.

"If you mean to call, you can't forgive the woes. In the first place, I was born short minded. Instead, I appreciate it. Now I think I can tell you which one is better..."

Dorothea did not even give the yawn that she was weak due to the water's chi standing in the capital, but rather pulled the "Black Lion" out of the lower back of the collector, who was standing pompous with a lively look.

"Hey, wait - Mr. Dorothea, tell me my story first."

"Shut up."

I stare at Giroli. That's all the collectors are the seeds they've offended, and they can't do anything about it.

Dorothea and Reacha are facing each other with their swords in place.

It was a nightmare situation.

Did Reacher totally push his emotions to death, or look similar to Nobu like he did when he first met him?

The opposing Dorothea is pissing his eyes off without pushing and killing his passion to erupt the fire.

When the zodiac calmly looked, pure sword skill was thought to be above Dorothea.

In the first place, Dorothea is a genius swordsman in a five-finger party.

But sophisticated leacha is also not insulting in slashing each other.

It's no longer a half-breed situation, and there's only enough road left to jump in between the two as a way to stay unplugged.

It was Dorothea who set me up first.

Stuffed with just one breath about five meters between confrontations, he waved down his long sword vigorously.

Leecha sank herself and stuck out Rapier, sparks splashed as the sound of the pieces of hardware hitting each other in the air.

If the two strengths are far apart, the battle is almost determined by the first blow.

"Ri."

"Ah."

The two wielded blades together, like a disease, using skillful walking methods.

Gyum, Gyum.

The sound of hard, sharp iron meeting is wooden spirit.

From what the collector sees, each bears an invisible handful. That is an unmistakable thing.

First of all, Dorothea is incapable of reducing his abilities and demonstrating his strength by the power of the Spirit in a water-filled capital.

Nor can Reacher ignore at all the treasurers who are here because of the intensity of the sentiment he was born with, and I guess he can't wave the sword at his best.

When Reacher releases a sharp poke while in a low position, Dorothea shakes her cut off like a sword to sleep and twist.

"What are you doing, so rinse. I'll just turn on the cat, so soo!

Barbara is barking as she pretends to be the crown of her head, but the offense gradually increases in intensity and Leecha can no longer afford to be listening to her sister.

While that was happening, again, earlier - came.

Do-o, and.

A tremendous swing like no one can stand strikes me with vertical and horizontal diagonal diagonals.

"Hey, uh...?"

Reacher, who was slashing each other, quickly pounded the sword he had on his neck as he quickly circled behind the collector who saw Dorothea frightened or no, who was standing bluntly.

"What are you doing - so awesome!

Barbara rises and yells at Reacher as she is rocked by an earthquake, but is pulled backwards by one of the knights to expose her to a collapsed ceiling, overshadowed by the fine dust that has risen.

"- Sister. Stop being such a fool. You know what's going on here, don't you? Why can't you behave rationally? What do you think of the fact that Tanganica is approaching this capital?"

"Ugh, loud. Shut up. No! I'm behind you on that. Now I want you to take Krander."

Barbara scratches her hair tightly and screams with one hand spread horizontally. I was totally losing my degree.

"What tanganica?

Honestly, I'm not going to be able to keep up well with the development of this story. The collector sucked the smell of a slightly sweaty leacha into his nostrils and swallowed a raw saliva, sweating coldly at the tingling sensation in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Klando. (i) Hit the play"

"To?"

He gets ear punched with a small voice and looks like an idiot.

"Him, you're not cowardly! I didn't know you were taking hostages."

Dorothea opened her mouth so loud that she couldn't have looked like a ghost and yelled.

"Ha. Yes -. Ho ho. At this point, you can use any hand to exchange that elf daughter for a treat - hey, hey? Reacher, where are you going?"

"Sister, and an elf guest. I'm sick of this. I can't let these lovely color lunatics molest my kland any more when it comes to the imminent crisis in the country. Let me tell this city today. Don't come after me."

"Nah. Are you insane?"

"Crando."

Dorothea flashes the "Black Lion" and comes forward, but when she sees the blade glowing at the possessor's throat, she eats up her teeth regrettably.

The collector is dragged out into the hallway with his neck held down by Reacher.

"What do we do?

"Should I stop it?

"But maybe you know how Reacher feels?

"Talk to me?

"Do you have time?

The knights of the Water Spirit (Seylan) were temporarily completely destroyed in the chain of command and in the extreme of confusion, as Reacher, the head, took the initiative to pull out.

"Reacher! You defy my sister, so that's awesome! Krander, don't give it back."

"... this is what you would do in this case"

Reacher turned his back on his sister, who looked like she was stuck in a fox, and dashed as she grabbed the collector, as she twisted her hands wide and put her bright red tongue out on Barbara filling the distance.

Here, we need to describe the imminent threat to the capital.

The name of the monster Leecha had put on the edge of her tongue earlier was the name of an evil that the Water Spirits (Seylan) hated so much that they didn't even want to hear it.

Its name is Tanganica the Demon Dragon.

It is a warcraft said to be twenty meters long and to exceed fifteen meters tall.

Dragons - organisms that tend to think of themselves as having a shape that retains a solid urchin and a pioneering shape, but not exactly categorized as dragon species.

The head is flat like a black, round crush. Overall, it was strongly stuffed, and the eyeballs were large and round enough for the giant to be on the sides of the head, but somewhere cloudy and unrelated to cuteness.

Always with trace amounts of electricity all over his body, he was long and thick enough for a large mustache to crawl down the dough at both ends on his thick giant lips.

Four mustaches were stretched out of the slightly stretched mandible, which became a kind of sensory organ and sensed the subtle waves emanating from what touched it, sensing motion.

I mean, it's just a name for a dragon species. Tanganica, yes, was a monster of womaniz.

Tanganica woke up. From there it looks dizzy and cold. My consciousness slowly surfaces. The monster was very hungry. The monster remembers. He failed to hunt in a place where the bait is abundant, not long after he was badly injured - the fact is a month ago, but the concept of time is rare for monsters - and that's what hasn't been eating properly for a long time.

He had not forgotten the taste of the Mermaid Spirit (Sai Lane), which was delivered in his stomach at that time.

At that time, it became a dispute with the Great Halibut in different waters that were not here, and it was severely damaged. I needed meat because I really could only do a few things, but my injuries had already healed.

Occupying the head of a wound-healing monster is still the taste of meat from Arre et al. with an aromatic taste.

They have fought back with their fangs peeled off by the habit of feeding, but now that the wounds have been blocked, nothing can be said about it. The skin that was struck by the Great Tuna was tightly blocked, and now more thick and fed than any other large rock, such as the innocent tease, was so robustly reinforced that it was not intended.

When Tanganica emerged from the water, she went out to the dense, high green hills.

The island is dotted with fine but overly adequate waterways everywhere, so you don't have to worry about your skin drying too much......

Tanganica laughed as she crept in her chest, pushing down the trees and starting to move forward.

Along the way, I found feeders staring at this one with no protection.

Suitable for you. I'm just hungry. It's the hors d 'oeuvres in front of the main. And, I don't know if you thought, but when Tanganica opened her huge mouth, she tried to roll the toilet paper and stretched her tongue by the hand, wrapping a dull bait around her.

Good. Tanganica crushed the bait with the meat in her mouth and enjoyed a long meal with trembling souls in the sweet gravy.

The feeders are running away screaming to see if they've noticed this one. Tanganica raised the colour of disappointment in her eyes just a little bit, something that was not as artistic as its visible escape and speed. Boring. A little resistance is a great spice.

Through a small green garden, we reached the nest of the feeders.

The place is promising, open and easy to move, and the little nest crates are carefully packed with feeders everywhere.

- This is paradise.

Tanganica nodded her tongue when she saw a group of glittering urchins lined up and approached her feet.

Come on, let me entertain this myself at best.