Dungeon+Harem+Master

Immediately dismantling the abominable facility known as the Slave Ranch, the collector opened up the people who had been captured without being left behind.

The wealth that Cornelius was accumulating was more enormous than expected. The gold grains and treasures piled in the warehouse exceeded numerous, and their value seemed considerable if sold.

The collector is not eye-catching, but I could imagine the treasure's awesomeness if I saw the breathtaking look on Dorothea's face. Evil perished, and men were set free from the yoke of slavery.

However, the homeland of those forcibly brought here is diverse. If you give it back empty-handed, you'll definitely drown in the wild. Then the Buddha works are soulless.

The collector gave them a share of the golden-eyed thing as compensation. For pregnant women who were unable to move, procedures were taken in nearby villages to bring them to a Silver Villago facility by sending them to church officials with the intention of fraternizing in front of the building. Notably at this point was his lack of obsession with the gold grain. When the collector gave him the treasure he had taken from the Chamber of Commerce, he did not miss a single gold coin.

When Dorothea pointed out that half-heartedly, it was the beginning and the end of a rush to extrapolate the orphans' portion of the half-elf, including Lynette. For Dorothea, who has extremely realistic thoughts, it seemed that the actions of the saints had reached the realm of saints. In fact, if he had the common sense of a deep man, or even a general degree of adventurer, he would do enough to report the location of the captured slaves to his lords, but he should never give them exactly what they deserved because they risked their lives on their hands.

In the first place, the first reason for taking the quest was also to moisten even the slightest amount of household to persecute, but at the time of overthrowing the enemy, they had already disappeared from his head. Anyway, there's only one thing. It's a loot I got for my life. The slaves are only thankful if they take all the gold grain, and there is no way they can express their displeasure. But the treasurer spared none of it, and gave it all to the people. Honor, if praise is desired, should also do one of the best faces, but rather it was the beginning and end of fleeing and hiding from those who express their gratitude.

What an abnegation.

Greater greed may resemble abnegation, but it was impossible in the human brain to deduce the feelings of the treasurer. He was a mere student in Japan, but a heretic who could only be summoned to another world. Before a man who was genuinely lit up to be praised and embarrassed like a boy, Dorothea could not show the respect and admiration that sprang up in her chest. A man named Zao is not a beautiful knight as he appears in a painting story.

Still, for Dorothea, the man in front of him, dragging his stretched hair, inert beard and coat full of succession, looked more ambitious and radiant than anyone else.

Such thoughts in Dorothea's chest and other uninformed keepers merely drank out hot baths and liquor gushing spits in his back of his brain as he stretched wide and rang his shoulder joints. The de facto minor proceedings were closed.

"Uh, it's over. It's over. Exactly, you're tired."

If we get this far, all we have to do is slowly return to the village of Tamara, where our wives await.

Rumors of the wind were that the cottage where Gaspar was taking control had been dropped.

Daimyo, I presume that his wives, who couldn't wait to return and cut the paralysis, cried to Victoria and asked him to send a lead soldier.

"You think evil doesn't flourish in this world? Either way, it was only a matter of time before the dandelions were swept away."

The children, including the harsh Lynette, are ordered to return to the mansion first in the carriage arranged. Either way, in the village closest to the slave ranch, there is no facility that can accommodate more than thirty of them. Then he decided it would be better for him to use a high-speed carriage to return to Silver Villago and take his time in a big city where expensive medicines and nourishing food were readily sought after. The kids were just a little boned to make it sound good, especially since they moaned about breaking up with the collector and getting ahead.

In time, the sun set abundantly and action became impossible, so the collectors and Dorothea were to stay overnight in the nearby village of Grinville.

What I sought as an overnight twist was a merchant's inn in Cold Village. Were you out of time for business, only a few guests stayed, but the room was of an excellent grade for the inexpensive price. Even a crude meal was a little distracting if I put something warm in my stomach. I washed my body with hot water and poured alcohol down my throat even if I didn't enjoy the scent, all I had to do was lie down in bed. After the fierce battle. Scratches and physical fatigue in the body strike at once when they stop acting. As I closed my eyes with my head on my pillow, I felt indescribably good that I was going to slip straight into the world of my dreams with relaxation.

"Huh. It's an annoying night."

The collector leaned the glass in his hand as he sat down on the sleeping table of the inn, staring at the amber alcohol.

There is no disturber in the room. Dorothea and I are alone.

Putting scattered guzzled Liza in the carriage was boring, but she succeeded in securing a worthwhile and romantic situation. Was it luck or was it bad luck to get dispersed in the dsaxa and push Liza into a herd of children?

Dorothea was definitely concerned about Lisa's presence, but when she found out she could stay alone, she rose to happiness like a daughter of her age, and for a moment the questioning became an outfit placed on a shelf. Even if the dust is in front of you, it would be human beings who don't bother to pull threads from themselves.

For the collector, even if it's no different than frozen on a stepped mine.

"Whatever, Dorothea, she's okay to stay with me. I mean, it's sodomy."

The nostrils become natural and rough, and twitching and sweating seep into the palms of my hands.

Sneaking oaths on the moon floating across the windowsill, I felt signs of people from behind.

Dorothea, who had taken her seat off to take a bath first, returned to her room.

"I kept you waiting."

"Oh, wow."

When the collector opened his eyes less to the tension, he looked directly at her from the front without distracting himself.

An elf of beauty sits next to her, uplifting her flaming skin in hot water.

A squeaky white thigh gleamed through the robe.

Stretch your fingers gently and do it.

Dorothea flashed her fingers in a moist motion.

I don't hate it.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Hey, what!?

"Shh, Sman. You know what?"

"No, if you suddenly scream..."

"Dorothea."

"Hey, what's up?"

"Let it be, it's sexy. Tonight for a while."

"Ugh, um. Thanks."

Dorothea shudders from nervousness or pull and chop.

As in tune, the unlikely breasts swelled to the left and right.

It's a puffy pudding.

The collector almost managed his head just to watch. I'll try to move the connected fingers around. To hold the sword, or still somewhat harder than a normal woman, but the smaller and cuter the size the more you try from the collector. Extending his arm and holding his shoulder, he smelled a fluffy and indescribable smell.

(That keen Dorothea got so grumpy...! Dufuf)

This fact alone makes it unlikely that three cups of rice should be lightly served. Beware of taking too many carbohydrates.

"Dorothea, Dorothea, Dorothea"

"Hey, what's up, Crand?"

"Ugh, I just called it in."

"Asshole or are you a true asshole? Oops."

"Dufu. Light up. Angry Dorothea. You're so cute."

"... silly"

Dorothea snaps with a sweet voice and gently pulls her face into her chest. Reason scrapes away the cancer. The one who won't react with this won't be a man. I will not tolerate objections. The collector stepped on the floorboard with both ankles clamped. I am on the verge of frenzy.

Of course, a normal man would go nuts if rejected in this state.

In the first place, an agreement has been reached at a time when we have agreed to stay in the same room.

There was no longer any point in or need of patience.

Dorothea, dyeing her eyes to a vermilion, turned her face to the side in disgrace as the collector who congested her eyes tried to stretch them all at once. My body is quickly turned away.

As the collector frowned and scratched the universe, he bit his lips and looked like he was about to cry.

Come here, special Higashigo turn!

Is it a big head before the enemy, Mr. Dorothea?

"What is it, are you keeping it? Are you here to keep it, Mr. Dorothea?!

"Hey, wait. Don't cry. It's not, it's not. Just... not yet, straw, not yet. The wolf didn't hear the important words from Klander."

I haven't heard, so.

The collector keeps his sinister face on and buries his nose tip in the flowing Dorothea hair.

It smelled strange with a mixture of soap and sweet body odor.

I fumbled. I inhaled the smell all over my nose.

"Ahem, so just because it's not working yet,"

The collector was confused for a moment with a monkey-like face placed on the wheel of wisdom, then desperately spinning his brain cells to understand the meaning of the word.

"So, no. Bye. Until then, no, no."

"Not good or not"

"So. Klund. I haven't told you yet. Oh, my God."

"Oh well. I love you, Dorothea."

"Krando."

When the collector kissed Dorothea's lips, who got pounded, he tried to be greedy and attacked.

A tiger! Be a tiger, I am!!

The collector went wild as a hurricane when he pushed Dorothea down.

To call it love, it was a slightly diminished desire, a sight for good sense to cover their eyes.

Most importantly, Dorothea, who was sought after, had a blissful look on her face.

"Oh, shit."

The treasurer snorted his nose with a full face and a full face when he woke up physically.

I lay down depressed and peek into Dorothea's face shivering with hiccups.

"Yaba."

Dorothea was stripping her white eyes and fainting as she stretched out her tongue.

Centennial love is also a chilling expression.

The zodiac hurriedly flipped Dorothea, pressing his ear against his chest to confirm the heartbeat.

He raised his face from his yummy breasts and now put his hands around his mouth.

Spontaneous breathing is taking place. I decided that there was no particular problem and worked on the end of the story.

As the collector took a breath from the water drain to the cup, he slapped his tight own abs with bread.

The beautifully cracked sixpack quickens and shivers. Until a few months ago, what was one step ahead of Metabo does not seem to change. It was the result of fighting through the battle.

"You don't have to catch a cold. That's why."

When I took out the blanket and stored Dorothea, I dived into it myself.

"But not at all. It's a beautiful thing"

The girl with her eyes closed without even getting any sleep looked exactly like a piece of art.

"Heh heh heh"

The collector clung Dorothea's cheeks shabby.

"Mmm."

"Biro."

"Hmm."

Try pulling Dorothea's cheek left or right. White teeth looked chilly. Long ears creased up and down.

"Oh, did you notice that?"

Dorothea moved her shoulders small with her eyebrow roots as she groaned small.

(Speaking of which, I felt like this guy was super/absolutely terrible asleep)

I guess my fatigue in the months since I was captured came out dodgy. Thinking about it, I also felt somewhat forced to hold Dorothea as a desire, making the bat worse. As the collector devised what to do, he could see the valley of his chest clear from the blanket sticking out.

Tits are mysterious. Delay in philosophical thought.

While I'm doing this, I slowly get drowsy.

The sailor slept unknowingly while rowing a relaxing ship.

Wake up hah and look next door. You were already awake, or you had two blue eyes staring jizzily at the face of the treasurer.

"What, are you awake? Don't freak me out."

"Klund......"

Dorothea blushed her pop cheeks, moving her thighs and body to bury her face in the chest plate.

It's simply sweet.

When the collector was distracted by the unexpected development, it was time to reach out and hold her back tight. Speaking from my daily attitude, even after the array, I assumed on my own that it was something that was rusty, but it was more maiden behavior than I thought.

"The wolves, they're tied."

"Oh. I can assure you that already. Thank you very much, no more."

"Hehe."

"Oh, my God, that's creepy."

"Isn't that a good idea? Wasawa wanted to be like this with your Lord one day. I thought so. I never thought I could. I'm happy, I'm happy."

"Ah. Um."

Dorothea is lost in emotion with her eyes as cloudless as a crystal. I was hesitant to make fun of her as usual when I thought of her feelings of purity.

Besides, the Zodiac himself definitely loves Dorothea. Somehow I try to illuminate and rub my nose head. I found my face trendy.

"Cland, your face is bright red."

"Ugh, uhh. Shut up. I guess it's because Dorothea suddenly says something strange. Goddamn it, it's going crazy."

"What, is it lit? Itchy."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bullshit, don't bullshit me. It's not cute for a guy."

"Hmm. Okay, we'll be careful in the future"

"I don't know, it's kind of good to tell. That's a little suspicious."

"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, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Elves follow their husbands and are supposed to be good wives who don't palate. That's what Auntie Asama used to say when she trained as a bride."

"What, wife?

"... hmm? Something strange happened."

"Yes, no. Nothing."

"Nevertheless, I didn't know it would be destined to accompany Klan. I don't know what life is."

"Speaking of which, you were the first one to find me falling down. I'm the one asking, but why were you trying to help? Oh, is that from cool, after all? Hot guys are tough."

"Hmm? Is that it? Right, because you were a bu man."

……

The face of the collector changed into something difficult to describe. I also want you to guess how he feels.

"No, of course not in a good way. The beauty shapes are dusty. I thought a man of the human race who looks like you would not disturb his heart. What!?

The collector pounded his tongue sharply as he kicked Dorothea off the bunk.

"Hey, terrible. That's too much!? On such a romantic evening, I've heard of kicking my lovely wife off my back!

"Ugh. You hurt my most delicate part. One or two of the membranes. Dull."

"Oh, too. I'm sorry. It was my fault. First of all, if you really think of yourself as a bu man, women don't even like to talk. Nowadays, I think Crand is the man in the sky. I'm not lying."

Is that true?

"It's true. Klund is the best man in the world!!

Dorothea spoke softly and sweetly as she wrote a letter at her fingertips on the chest of the treasurer. If sensual whispers are heard in the ear, it is impossible for a young man to sustain his anger.

The Collector, almost impulsively attracting Dorothea, was once again to summon his inner beast.