Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector expressed his unspared gratitude as he waved a handkerchief at the wagon of prosperity that disappeared into the city at night with a fierce outburst. Naturally, I'm just self-satisfied because I don't see it.

"That's why I invite your lady to join us at the Mansion of Klund. Don't complain because it's a temporary inn, okay?

The ladies have not responded. I can't help it.

In front of me, there was an apartment similar to Borocus, which should be known as the remnants of Showa, which boasted more than thirty years of construction.

"It's a decent 1LDK, huh? Get ready, you guys."

Still, you couldn't recover from the shock of too intense a difference between civilizations with the Romles, all with a frightened and solidified look like statues.

Anyway, I couldn't even speak to Locke as a trusted collector. The mood is too much to guess.

(Ma'am, when I was first sent to the Romless, it was. I guess I'll have to put some time aside until I get used to it)

"Just follow me. Look, look, let's not be afraid."

Even if I invite them, they don't try to climb the stairs at all. Drawing Dorothea's hand, for her, always triumphant, she withdrew frightened, shook her head with a blurb and reacted with a rejection.

Fear is too strong.

Even so, if a bunch of suspicious foreign women blocked the narrow road so truly located in the residential area, it would still be in the eyes of local residents. No matter how urban it is, the Japanese were originally unusually wary of unfamiliar other people, and at the same time have a strong interest. At the end of the day, the keeper didn't want to draw attention to his surroundings.

"Shh. There you go."

When the collector hugged each of the women hard, he kissed her with love and rubbed her body sometime. Humans are more relaxed in direct contact than animals. I finally came up with the idea of inviting the settled together into the room.

"No, you left the key on your wallet."

On the day the collector was summoned by Octavia, the Romless princess, the possessions were confiscated in the First Prison, and there was also a goth at the time of his escape, which had eliminated all pertinence.

"I'm solid. Um, it's like I hid a spare key in my room."

I'm also allergic to hitting the landlord at this hour, so I desperately look for brain memory. The collector soon remembered that he had hidden a spare part of the key to the room at the bottom of a planting pot that he kept beside the wheelbarrow and was finally able to enter his room.

"I don't know. Physically, it's been years... but I don't think you're going to be in the room on the ground feet."

Karen and Liza trembled and said, "What am I supposed to do?," he complains with his eyes.

When the collector told the women to take off their shoes by hand imitation, the narrow apartment was filled with women by chance.

- Or is this the first time you've raised a woman of courage to my room? Wow, even Buddha can't predict this happening to the front door of my room.

The collector was originally a type of person who wasn't so keen on dwelling and possessions.

Therefore, the inside of the room is not so dirty or teasing for a man. There is a bed, so much so that there is a torch, and then there are a few porn magazines that I bought because I wanted an appendix DVD in a bottle of open mouth sake and a reading comic book magazine.

It was a pretty surreal sight for Karen, Liza, and Dorothea to wander around their rooms in their usual adventure clothes.

Pordina is sniffing her nose off, smelling the jacket and muffler and all that she's thrown away. It's embarrassing.

"Six people in this room are just as painful, but better than when they were bastards."

It is December. Looking at the wall clock, the date has changed and it's twenty five days.

(Based on the results, the void of spending time alone has been removed, but it's been a tough time, me)

There are five beauties in the room that I've dreamed of. If I were a collector when I was just a student, I would have gone into orgy instantly enough to take all the evidence pictures and put them up on the timeline, but those times had passed in him.

"Oh, let's just calm down. Here, sit down, sit down."

As the collector rests his butt on the floor, each of the small rooms hips down a bit on the bed or on the floor.

"You lived in a very narrow place. It's like a slum."

"Yeah, well, cities are expensive to rent even in shoddy rooms - what the heck!

"Wow. Surprised. Don't shout out all of a sudden. An annoying man."

There, naturally, Victoire, speaking in Japanese, was frowning.

"Oh, my God! If you speak Japanese, Hannah will say no."

"They didn't ask me anything. And..."

"And what is it?

"I don't want to talk to you in vain if I can. If no one else can speak, I will inevitably be your interpreter."

"Don't be ridiculous... Speaking of which, you were there when you picked up your student ID card about how to analyze the letters. Why did you keep your mouth shut when you spoke Japanese?"

"You can easily speak Romless with the power of the crest. Besides, if I knew I could speak the language of your country,"

"What if I found out?

"It'll make you familiar"

"You know... how much do you hate me? This time, it's awesome. I hope it helped. It's a hassle to write, so when you're around, you can translate my words to everyone."

"I have no choice. Let's take it on reluctantly. And what are you going to do now... By and large, we must have fought the Guardian Beast on the thirtieth floor, but we must first solve the mystery of why we came to Nihon."

Victoire is right. The collectors were flown to places like this in a strange attack by a monster named Yadkari Sage in a boss room in the basement. Slightly relaxing the chest, that distinctive bruise of the crest is also scratching away like it wasn't from the beginning. In other words, there was no protection for the linked princess Octavia here, and there was no doubt that the superhuman power and resilience of the possessor was inevitably limited as well.

"Oh, no, it's a little cold..."

The collector casually activated the air conditioning when he saw Karen flutter his shoulders.

After a while, the warm air drifted fluffy indoors, and the one sitting in silence yelled.

"Oh, I don't know what you're talking about, because this is not magic or anything"

Dorothea brightens her eyes and says something fast, but I have no idea what that means. Liza was trying to force her hand into the air conditioning callout, so I couldn't wait to get it broken for now, so I dragged it down.

"What. Klando, that magic tool. Ha. The wind is spreading like spring!

Victoire points to the callout as he waves his wavy hand.

"Ah. That's called air conditioning..."

"Right. Got it! That's the monster Klander captured in the land. I hear there are also many species in the volcanic belt that spit hot braces out of their mouths. I didn't expect you to leave something like this in your room to keep... Come on, don't do it any better than I thought."

"No, why did you come there and kill him, Mr. Killer? We have to catch him like that."

Sooner than the collector corrected, Victoire conveyed his own discretionary delusions to everyone, and everyone's surprises intensified. Liza and Karen stroke the body of the air conditioning when they put on their shoulders. The collectors can't even water their innocence, which seriously assumes this to be some sort of creature, and for now they decided not to see it and headed for the sink.

When you realize it's the kitchen, Pordina follows you a little bit as you rock your tail to the left and right. These places are so doggy.

"Hmm? This is called a gas range, it's a place to cook. It's not dirty at all, because I barely let it cook. Uh, oh, yeah. Thought I'd serve you some tea for now. Huh? Do you think I'll do it? Right, yeah. Then I'll just teach you how to use it."

The collector twisted the knob of the range to create an instant blue-white flame. Pordina leaks a strange bark with her dog ears and tail pinned upright and "whoa" or "whoa".

Everyone who heard this came and began to freak out where the alternative gas range twisted and caught fire.

I'm smiling, but I don't feel like I'm going to freak out as soon as I do it in Lianchang.

"Klund, I don't know why Dorothea kept her mouth shut about you and the Spirit of Fire."

"Vee. In the meantime, do something about this being a gas range monster too. Naturally I can't use wonder magic."

Twisting the faucet after this to get the water out naturally surprises me with this as well. Even in the mansion of Silver Villago, the water used for everyday life was a heavy labor for children to draw from the well every morning and fill it with barrels.

"Wow, what a civilization in the Nihon country is...... ah! Don't get me wrong. Yikes. I praise you because I never praised you for the skill of your country!

"Nah, why can't this girl have a conversation without dis me?"

In the meantime, I boiled the water and said it was too late at night when I had tea, so I decided to take a rest.

If you put a bed and a futon and blanket for guests in the pantry, you won't even be able to sleep for now.

"Speaking of which, do you want to take a shower or something before bed? I guess it's a drool in the dungeon. Laundry's good for tomorrow."

"Hot tub? Cland, is there an establishment open where you can take a hot tub at this hour? From what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be anything like that in this small room."

A mixture of welcoming and bewildering appeared alternately on Victoire's face. She is a woman, but therefore, there will be no better pleasure than that if she softens her sweat.

"For once, there's a unit bus."

Since it is a waste of time for all of us to play the Japanese Civilization Surprise Games, teaching one Victoire how to shower and serve hot water succeeded in bathing everyone in turn and boosting their liking. Especially since Dorothea was welcoming enough to rain a kiss on her cheek, I wondered if she'd made a little money.

Sure, it's tough for six adults to go to bed solidifying in a cucumber in one room, but the collector decided for now to thank him for being able to sleep well without worrying about his life.

I wonder if it would rather settle in this state if we try to make ourselves a war-wolf (wear-wolf) who has the habit of sleeping together in an original group like Pordina, or if we try to stick to the side of the collector and put our tails in a painful position from the point of view of Rin and Round.

-Ma, it's tomorrow for now, tomorrow.

It's not like there's anything else going on in the morning.

I slept lightly air-conditioned, but it's rather hot to have six adults in a small room.

"Ugh. bitter, bitter no."

If I thought my back and chest were really hot, Dorothea and Pordina stuck around back and forth with sandwich methods of warfare.

"Ugh, out of the way"

When the collector pushed the two still asleep, he woke himself from the futon and stretched out the stiff joints of his body while fluffing and yawning.

Looking at the wall clock, the time is 6: 00 a.m.

The season is in the middle of winter so the sun wasn't up yet.

As soon as I woke up, I was curious about the "food" to fill the bellies of the women here.

(In ancient China, the one who fed them was the hero. I'm not even going to let these guys whisk, but, uh, what about breakfast? You feel like a mom. Convenience store okay)

The collector thought I could even ask for a toast set at the coffee shop in that chain, but as yet, my sister in the fantasy world here is not equipped with the basics of modern Japan, there was ample risk of a disturbance if I put her out poorly. Scratching my hair while I was bogged down, my coffee colored elves, who were occupying the bed, woke up. It is Liza. She's at her usual pace, and she talks to me all the time, but unfortunately she doesn't speak Romeless to the keeper. While she thought the brush talk was troublesome, she came to tell her intentions with a clever body language.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm hungry... reduced? Yeah, yeah, right. I was just trying to figure out what to do with him."

Liza is sitting upright on the blanket, poking her belly into a crying and imitating gesture.

While we were doing that, we all woke up. By the way, I moved straight from the dungeon to Japan so I don't even get dressed. Which means I went to bed in my underwear last night.

"Become. Why, Cland's in my room. Ah!

"I'm out. The one you promised to mess with..."

Waking up asleep, Victoire screamed like that with the best opening, sneezing a quantity of blonde hair and making a scene. The collector ignored it.

Even so, it takes a lot of time for a woman to have herself in the morning. The hobbless collectors who closely observe such things went out of the room, making sure that they had begun to occupy a substitute for a unit bus with a sink in turn.

Naturally, the collectors no longer take off the adventure clothes they are used to wearing and weave tea jackets in grey sweatshirts. Standing alone, looking down the stairs, also streaked by the reddish, rust-stripped railings of the apartment, the sound rang so loud that Pordina, the maid's clothes, appeared. I call out to you when I can't get through to you.

"Oh, it's a good morning. Morning, Pordina."

"Ooh, ooh."

Pordina parrots back the words of the collector with a diligent face. Hearing her speak Japanese, her natural cheeks burst.

"Pol. Oh, not, good morning,"

"Oh dear...?

"So, I don't want it. Good morning."

"Morning."

"Mm-hmm. Good. It's a pretty good pronunciation."

You can see I was praised. Redness on Pordina's white cheek. As the collector stroked his moist brown hair, a smooth long peek peered through the gap in the thinly opened door.

"What are you doing?

"Oh, Vee. It's a greeting course in Japanese. I'm gonna get you some breakfast, so why don't you keep an eye on everyone?"

"Mm-hmm. I don't mind that. If you have the manpower, that's how much I can help you."

Have you sensibly sensed going out somewhere? Even though Pordina can't understand the words, when she gently pulls the arms of the collector, she shows a small, left-right shake of her tail and the bare gesture she wants to follow.

"I'm happy to feel it, but it's right there, and I'm fine. Right. Pordina, boil the water and wait for me. It's an important order."

Pordina nodded honestly as the collector held his temper and showed him how the fire burned from the gas range.

"I'll take care of it if you mean okay... I'm kind of sorry. Take care of everything."

"That's how I feel. It doesn't look like Victoire. That's not true."

"Become! I am, thank you honestly - no more. I don't know."

"Don't swell like that. All right, all right, good boy, good boy."

"Don't stroke my hair. The set will collapse."

"Then I'll comb you straight away."

"I'm done. Go away."

Victoire waved his hand firmly to get rid of the dog and cat, but dropped me off until the collector went down the stairs and disappeared to the other side of the road and I couldn't see him. Pordina shakes her tail like a snug dog and doesn't try to move in front of the door.

- I felt strange.

Would it have been just once before, such as looking back at an apartment where no one would drop themselves off?

The collector seemed to play an important role once the act of just going to the convenience store to get breakfast was done.

I felt like I was tickling somewhere and walked three minutes to a convenience store along the national highway.

The collector lives alone for a long time, so he knows all the menus in this store. I have bought them in order, so much so that I can keep my eyes closed that I know what's on every shelf.

"Whoa. What the hell!"

Donguwa-san, and.

When I did it, I heard a loud noise coming from in front of the store. Dashing, there was a big busted look of a light wagon sticking into the glass of the store.

"What is this?"

"Somebody. Police and ambulances!"

It was commuter rush time, so salaried and students are everywhere there.

To sum up the story of the wild horse, apparently the driver's old man stepped in the accelerator by mistake because of the automa. It was a little unusual.

"Ahhh, no more. What are you doing in the morning?"

The collector entered the store as he flew away from the cleverly scattered windowsill.

"It's troublesome and I need to buy some sweet bread. Women are sweet. You'll be fine if you eat them."

Juice, tea, milk, and bread for breakfast are thrown into the prairie cage.

Well, I looked at the cashier and said it was accounting, but I noticed something was wrong.

At first, I wondered if it was standing in the aftermath of the light penetration incident on the table, but the atmosphere is weird.

"Hey, what? Is something wrong?

"No, there's something wrong with the clerk, like"

"Isn't something wrong with that guy?

I heard a girl junior high school student and a salaried man lined up in the cashier right in front of the collector whispering such a story.

Excuse me.

The collector is taller than the average Japanese because he is over one hundred and eighty. As I stretched my neck a little and watched what was going on in front, the cashier's middle-aged and one fat guy were staring at each other.

(What the hell. You're gonna have to account for this shit.)

"It's got chopsticks on it!

"Ugh! This one's fucking busy. Oh! Buy it. Yah!

From what the collector sees, apparently the clerk and fat guy were arguing about lunch chopsticks.

What a low-dimensional feud. It was also during the bundle that I could think so.

"Ahhh."

"I stabbed you. Whoa!

"Now what?"

A guest lined up in a line runs away like a spider child scattered. At once, the vision of the collector opens and is obvious in itself.

Fatty stabbed the clerk with a butterfly knife. Wearing a light blue fleece of primary color on his black shirt and letting his belly luxury stick out from the top of his waist pouch on an unsuitable Zach, the fat man was confused as he watched the bloody clerk falling on the counter.

"Wow, wow, not bad. Bobby, I'm not bad. I'm sorry I don't wear chopsticks. Ahh!

Fat panicked at the collector standing flat in front of him, with both hands a knife that choked the throat of the middle-aged clerk now.

but in an instant, animal instinct detected the extraordinary signs of the keeper, or he changed his target to an OL in a suit who had missed his escape and sat in front of the confectionery shelf and stuck a knife in his throat with an unexpectedly quick figure of his body.

"Coming ahhh! If you come, I'll kill this woman. Whoa!

"Oh, no."

"Shut up, shut up. Ooh! If you talk, I'll chop your throat off. Ugh."

- What the hell, this furious development. Was Japan such a bad country?

The collector glanced at the fucking fat guy grabbing the woman's hair with one hand and stripping her eyeballs as he lowered the cage, which he had in one hand in vain.

"Come on, seriously, brother. That lady has nothing to do with it. Get off me."

"Ugh. Eh! Don't come near me. Don't move!

As the collector leaned over to persuade him, Fat swung a scattered knife with intense bad breath from his mouth as he seeped a dark fright in his eyes.

"Hey, you don't! What the hell are you doing?"

The competent officer who rushed to deal with the accident in front of the store walks over with a gawdy face.

Fat panic quickly threw the knife in his hand the moment he saw the officer's uniform, whether he shook it off a bit easily.

"Aidan!

Throwed at close range, the knife sagged into the right eye of the defenseless officer and sank into the pattern.

Forty years old and suffering from gout and diabetes at the same time. Such an officer shouts a strange scream, flipping over with his short legs floating in the universe and raising a distressed voice.

"Hot Island -!"

One crack of a uniformed cop who lost me almost reflexively took a distance and fired the New Numb M60 he wore on his hips without a pull-out warning.

Pampers, and.

A light noise rang and the fat body danced into the universe.

The 9mm bullet made a dull noise when it hit the belly with plenty of fat fat on it, and with its impact, it controlled the ugly meat mass lightly.

"It's a pot island caterpillar. Ahhh!

As the officer kicks up the rolling fat side head, he taps into the bullet left at an even closer distance in an attempt to stab Todome as he steps across his face at the bottom of his leather shoes.

"Did you do it?

Swallow and watch.

Whenever the gunshot sounded, Fat's body was seen spasmodically cramped with bibibi.

It's overflowing blood. The whole place spreads like a pond.

As the collector re-grabbed the cage into this gap, he pulled the obscure OL arm and popped out of the store.

- Or it would be bad if I stayed in the store.

"Thank you. I don't know how to thank you."

"I mean, don't worry about it."

Ol about twenty years old was unbeautiful no matter how sweet he put on the dots so he releases them.

"Even so, I wonder if this country was so noisy"

Every day, while I lived in a world of chopped tension, I was a treasurer who stopped working with a little violence. Naturally, the contents of the cage are also a robbery, but when I was greeted by Pordina in front of my apartment, in a few seconds, some of the last things went out of fog.

"Then there was a young lady. Prepared by the Awkward Collector. It is morning. Enjoy it."

The confectionery breads obtained were arranged neatly on the table in the room. From the kitchen, the sound of boiling steam is ringing.

I don't really try to get my hands on whether they're all holding each other back.

"No, you don't have to hesitate. Hey, interpreter. It's the job."

Victoire blue-faced his forehead, but at the next moment he smiled carelessly and told him something as much as possible together. At the same time, everyone leaves the pile of bags sassy.

"Whoa! What are you blowing me into?"

"I didn't say anything."

Obviously, you can't pull them all off.

"I'm not going anywhere. Let's not have a good time."

"Oh, forget it, that's enough. It was a complete mistake to ask you for an interpreter. Oh...?

Dorothea and Pordina embark on themselves and begin to ask questions about Victoire's decision to blow lies into themselves that it took the collectors to eat.

I don't really understand Romless, so when I let it go, Victoire finally looked like he waved aloud and admitted he had blown his demma in.

(She's such a pain in the ass)

"Hmm...? Liza, you want to go?

Moving his gaze, Dark Elf's Liza put her hand on a bag of confectionery bread in such a way that she couldn't contain her curiosity.

As she stares jiggly, she tries to grab the breasts in each bag of vinyl.

"Hey! Forced to go that far? Serve the contents before eating. You're a primitive. This is it, take it out of this transparent bag and eat it. Yo, look."

Liza hits the round breast with no time. When she opened her big eyes cuttingly, she leaked something with her hands on her cheeks with her eyes narrowed. Whether that was an opportunity or not, it all turned out to cheek up breads that were often used for one modern style of chocolate or cream or sugar. Everyone wants to flatter the deliciousness of these convenience store breads uniformly by narrowing their eyes - it seemed to the collector.

"Hey Klund! What sweetness, is this sweet? You couldn't afford it, could you?

Victoire sips the contents of the chocolate coronet, making a wow noise. She seems to be pouting away the bread dough part when she sucks the chocolate out of the coronet's ass. At all, the righteousness of the collector springs up in his chest in the wrong way to eat.

Take care of the food. The couple quite often take care of the elderly - in that spirit the keeper toys Victoire's sucked leftover mummy bread, but he didn't see any reluctant bareback from himself. It's not very funny.

"The sweet bread is high in calories. For now, if you eat something, you won't die."

The collector leaned against the bed when he saw the women flatten the bread without remaining, sipping all the way without the green tea that Pordina had brewed for him.

"Come on, how shall we act from here? Seriously, no plan this time."

The collector roared hmm as he stared at Karen's innocent face licking the cream around his lips with his tongue.