Dungeon+Harem+Master

The young girls are early in the morning.

Turning it into a half elf, Karen, the wife of Shimen Collector, awoke from her sleep by the movement of an object flapping in the same blanket.

At times it was folding, towards the end of autumn. If the person she is with is a collector, she will shift to this lustrous story, but unfortunately the person who is wrapped around the same blanket was an elf child she takes care of with three assignments each.

His name is Leah.

She is an adorable young girl with curly, curly hair. Nevertheless, she has just finally become two. She circles herself trying to escape the morning chill and rests perfectly stuck in Karen's chest. I think it's morning, and when I grabbed my heavy eye lid open, a fierce cry came down to my pillow until it was unreasonable.

Again.

This pattern again?

"Ah! Ugh, what's going on in the morning? You guys!

Karen jumped out of bed as she jumped the blanket.

An untreated silver hair danced violently.

Seeing at his feet, Noemi was solidifying while taking up Simone's favorite doll.

Noemi said yes. Simone will be.

The three-year-old difference of this age boasts an uninterrupted advantage, but Noemi's intensity is extraordinary. Simone, moreover, is a crier frightened by the shadow of a curtain blown by the wind.

Apparently, while Karen was asleep, they had a trivial crush, as usual. Kids are cute as angels when they're playing friendly, but once they have eclampsia, they transition to warlike noise.

Karen was also in a grumpy mood to get up and go, yelling at the two of them in a demonic shape.

When the beauty was angry, she was frightened, but her face at this time was an adult. It seemed like an irritating momentum. Let's just say you succeeded in planting trauma completely.

"Oh, and whoa. You'll see when you get there, Noemi! You said yesterday you shouldn't take Simone's carrot! You say to play nice and friendly!! Or don't make a scene in the morning, Tease!!

Whatever you think, the loudest one is Karen. Her voice volume was dantoz. Nannon.

"So, there it is, as Karen. Simone, Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Bow, yabba"

Jitters and tears rise in Noemi's crushed eyes.

Even last night, I cried out a little too much because I scolded him.

Anyway, when a child cries, it comes directly to his head.

Especially Noemi's. It was out of the group of three.

"Ohhhhh!

"Oh, my gosh, shut up! Oh, I can't help it."

I cried like Noemi exploded. Chained, Leah, who was watching the two of them, speaks up in tune. Naturally, Simone, who was crying and crying, also resumed the cry of his soul.

"Uh, not at all. Why do I have to babysit? Look, come here. Phew, whoa."

"Ah, ahhh. Stay, stay."

"Karen, well."

"Me ha! You guys! He said he wasn't my mom!

The toddlers, they cry anyway. There is no particular reason. Cry because you want to.

Karen cuddled the three in a stiff cuddle as she lifted her flaky hair.

Were the chicks hungry for affection or whatever, they hold on to it with all their might.

Dust and maternal instincts came up in Karen as she felt the child's elevated body temperature.

(Are you saying you need it? These places are cute)

"Look, I won't cry forever. You guys are getting skanky when you cry."

"Ugh, Busu no"

"Oh, shit."

Karen tried to wet the three tears, giving her a substitute kiss. The puffy and trembling children gradually regain their composure.

"Then stop crying. Look, I'll help you get dressed. Everybody's gonna laugh at you if you hit your nose."

"Yeah, change your clothes Yu"

"Suyusuyu"

"Not at all. Ahhh, this is not the time! Shit, I'm gonna get nasty with dogs, and whoa."

Regardless, the dog is Pordina, who is in charge of the kitchen and holds the stomach of the family.

She was loud in mesh time.

"Ugh, I'm still sorry"

"Don't be mad, Karen. Well"

"I'm not your mom. Here, take it easy."

"Don't get mad about Noemi and the others."

"Ahhh. Kiri, why? Whoa. Look, take it off sassa 'cause it won't hurt. Gee!? Why are you doing this?"

"Huh?"

Karen exclaimed.

Seeing, the youngest rear who had taken off her diaper was starting to urinate as she stood comfortably. Whether the exposed area touched the air and promoted openness, a little golden water is dripping out of the crevasse. I didn't happen to call for reinforcements.

"Loulou! Help, Loulou!!

"Are you calling, Princess?"

Bullshit opened the door and Lulu, a child care warrior with a small elf on his back and chest, immediately appeared.

You refrained outside the door, it was quick anyway.

One of her reps is Radmila, nine years old.

It would be one of the reasons why it is almost untouched.

Karen puts on something and uses Loulou, the samurai, so it's almost two horsepower compared to the other women. There are also dissatisfaction voices from all over saying "cheating" and "it's private use," but the boxed daughter in the meadow is a wagamama, so she doesn't suck up that voice at all.

Let's get this over with.

[]/(exp, adj-na) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk)

Toddler girl leaks right away. That is the logic of nature.

They're not going to be serving anything else. Just in case.

Karen rushed to the dining room when she handled the dirt. Even so, because of the overcrowding, it is a direct seating method to the carpet on the floor.

Ladies, who are mostly Romeless aristocrats, were a rather difficult way to accept, but because the collectors focused on "Meshi is to be taken by all", it was decided to be half forceful.

Most importantly, for Karen, who is a step elf, she did not find it particularly uncomfortable, as it was usually very common to spread the meal over the carpet and leave it in the car seat. It is the difference with those who have lived sitting in a chair with their shoes on indoors.

Everyone prays to their gods and eats at the same time as their families. Each of them prays piously, so differently, that it is the God who believes, such as Romles, the kingdom's national religion, Diablo of the Spiritual Faith, which is supposedly common in elves, Ortridges, which is deeply pervasive in the North, and Dark Elves' own Esperacy. As far as faith was concerned, they were secretly hoarse because they did not speak of conversion at the time of marriage.

It is inconceivable, for example, that there is no religion in this world. Religion and life are intimate. Karen was rustling at the fact that it was not the same Diablo religion, although her discomfort with her husband holding her hands together with her eyes almost closed would not go away.

- If we convert, we can go to the same heavens.

Karen never put it in her mouth, even if she thought so. In this world, if a wife pretends to recommend conversion to the head of the family, she will not be expelled from the house on the spot, nor will she complain if she is killed. Furthermore, in this world, wives were considered part of the husband's belongings and conversion to the husband's sect was common at the dawn of the marriage, but the collectors did not even give such a thing a bite. In this regard, they feel quite liberal, and their appreciation of the collectors has increased considerably. Even Pordina, who always declares herself to be the private property of the collector, does not carry out conversions from Ortridges on the grounds that there are no instructions.

Regardless of such religious issues, there is no race or border to eat meshi.

Naturally, no matter how clear you look, you're hungry.

But you can't leave a toddler alone who can't use a dish well enough to satisfy his hunger first. The bellies of the children are filled first, and then the adults are finally eaten. It was also painful time.

"Look, I'll take another look and eat. Uh, so spilled, and whoa."

Karen was trying so hard to get the kids to hang on to the bread in line in front of her.

For the child who did not faintly with a spoon, he sipped the soup at the right temperature before drinking it, and if he spilled the breadcrumbs out of his mouth, he picked them up, and for the child who played with the boiled eggs in pieces, he gave educational instruction by tapping the palm of his hand "meh". Everyone is full because they take care of their share, the little elf.

The only thing that amazes me was the level of handicapping that Pordina is cooking to the care of her lord, the keeper, while feeding her three children.

"Ahhh! So don't put your hands in the glass."

"Heh, heh."

"Ha Ugh."

When Karen stuck with the fever, she cautioned against strengthening it.

Lina's face, which was Nico's face, was sadly distorted. It's a step ahead of the fun fun fun dinner time turning into a hell of a picture of the snort cry.

(Ahhh, this face was three seconds before the decimation. Hey, I can't do anything about it)

Once one cries out like a fire, it is self-evident that the other two cry out in chains. In particular, Karen has a high rate of "fuzzy" small elves. Doing this would cause Karen's own reputation to deteriorate within Harlem and his voice to decline, as grief spreads to the children around him.

The other day, Hilda told Hilda a a novel in the hallway, contagious of the crying act even to the children who were next door. It's disgraceful and disgraceful, but I can't even stand up and argue with this one because it's bad. Each person in charge has his own responsibility. Moving his gaze in a chilling motion, he found Hilda's temples cracked sitting next to him.

(No, no, no, no. I managed not to make you cry!

"So don't cry. Whoa, if you cry, it's sad for me, not me."

Stress accelerates geometrically. Heavy pressure from others. A grip on the kids who don't ask. unmet conjugal desires. Everything comes to naught and inspires one of Karen's grief. Don't cry, I think, the wave of grief is getting bigger and stronger. When I was desperate, Leah, who was about to cry, cried in tears, and came back, and put the little hiragana on my head like a mojo.

"Uh, stay. Karen, come on. Ouch, Ouch."

"Bye, silly. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Hey. What would Karen do if she cried?"

Hilda dropped a teaspoon in surprise. There was soup on the kid's head that I was putting on my lap.

"Well! Karen, don't bully me."

"Huh? Hey, why? I didn't do anything, did I? This time."

"Ahhh, ahhh!

Karen couldn't help but laugh at herself, yet Lina, who sensed and pompous Hilda, the source of her sensitive malice.

"Princess. Look, look, it's Loulou. It's not frightening.

Loulou takes Karen to bail out.

Whatever the young girl does, she ends up crying. Because it's my job to cry.

Adults cry too. Because the world is so tight and hard to live.

"Stay Karen, stay with me. Amen."

"Oh, my God, I'm not your mom."

After breakfast, Karen was taking the kids for a stroll outside the mansion.

On a sunny day, what makes you want to play outside is the natural desire of the child.

Nevertheless, he makes it sound strong and good so as not to go outside the enclosure of the mansion.

Though the princess mansion is in a relatively secure section of the castle, she wanders around wondering if a rather strange student would do it. The elves basically don't trust humans very much. It was quite far from the adjacent mansion, and the lack of neighborhood connections was also attributed to it.

The half-elf children that Dorothea looked after were all those suspicious perverted toddler maniacs like that were buying and fishing at high prices first.

I mean, everyone here had a first-class look, albeit a toddler.

Such children are naturally targeted by others.

As Karen played ball with Leah and Noemi, she lost sight of Simone. Karen called Lisa, who was groping around with both legs of the little elf, to ask her where she was.

"Yeah? Simone. Liza was probably passionate about spinning, so we have no idea. Mm-hmm. Do you want Karen too? It's funny when you go around gluing."

Liza muddled her forehead sweat into the potent weather.

I have ball-like sweat on my pale black skin.

The right chest part of the white bikini was slightly detached and the milk wheel was about to be visible.

This guy is stupid.

At a good age, I didn't understand how I could be obsessed with playing like that.

"I wish, I wouldn't do that."

"I don't know. Liza invited me to join her. I'm not playing with you anymore!

Liza penned, pointing her puffy ass, "Eat My Ass" flat.

How rude is he, I am the daughter of a proud meadow wolf?

"I'm playing. I don't know if I'm free. Ah, Mary. Merry! Have you seen Simone? I'm sure he was hanging around here somewhere."

"Uh? Uh, uh. That kid who always carries dolls, doesn't he? I saw you just now."

Meryandale, who had her laundry on a dry pole with the little elves, responds as she wipes her hands with an apron. She is honest and free of lies. No. Karen decided that it was more credible than a black elf.

"Over there. Thanks Mary. And Liza's Ahoy."

Karen jumped up and glanced at the angry Lisa and moved across the ledge where Simone supposedly was.

(Hey, nothing, right? I just took my eyes off it. Heh, you're okay)

But things had far exceeded Karen's imagination. diagonally upward direction.

"Ngu!?

Across the street.

Simone was in an open place with Shi 'a built by the collector to let the gardener get his hands on him.

In front of one pervert.

As for the young girl, she summons the pervert. Let's call it a toddler saga, too.

The man was so badly obese as to be seen as an oak. The age would already be worse for old age, the hair on her head was almost bright white. It exposes its groin in front of frightened Simone. I'm already a pervert who's not ashamed to put me out anywhere. The shriveled, whilst blown by the wind, is sadly loose. Karen managed to move forward while revealing intense vomiting.

"Simone!!

"Well!

Simone rushes out of the spot and hides behind Karen, as if the curse had been lifted.

(Oh, oh, the Loulou one. Where are you looking?! Super do-grade perverted creatures aren't intruding!!

"Kee-yee!!

"Hiya?

The perverted oak mojo crawled on all fours with his white eyes as he let them go around both eyeballs. Karen was too abrupt and disgusted to respond for a moment and froze on the spot.

The man, convinced of his victory, jumped as big as a toad and danced to the universe.

This situation is nothing but despair. Crisis looms over the chastity of Karen and Simone.

But salvation is always left.

"Call me and jump out. Bye! Apostle of Love and Justice! Church Warrior Hilda is here!!

Hilda quickly threw the stone in her hand as she jumped out of the jaw to sing at odd temperatures. The stone bullet made a buzzing noise, and when it hit the man's groin directly, it made a unique sound that slammed him on the slab before rubbing the hamburger.

"Hongi yeah yeah eh!!

The perverted oak broke his groin and fell seven times around as he bled severely from the area.

"Mr. Karen, then Simone! There won't be any injuries!

"Oh, thank you"

"I'll take care of this place. Finally, it seems time to show off my rogue wand technique."

Hilda hit a perverted oak whilst spinning a long stick over her head like a windmill.

"Ah, meh!

"Higi!?

Hilda shouted down the stick vertically.

Perverted oak mojo covers his face with both hands with tears and runny nose.

But Hilda's attack, when skillfully altered in the void, devoured deep into the flank of the man in a grungy, curved orbit like a snake. There was a strange noise of broken ribs coming together.

"Yikes, aye. Me, it's always good to see you!!

"Shut up. This is my property! Don't let disgusting perverts wander around in our faces! Turn into a Romless God, and this Hildegard will destroy evil!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, I didn't do anything wrong. Whoa."

"Then why did you enter the premises on your own?"

"Eh heh. Well, that's because she's cute, so I thought I'd do something nice."

"Boo boo! Completely black. The verdict is, Gilty!! It's an overwhelming extermination!

"Yeah, uh, shit-a-ha. Relax!?

When Hilda manipulated the stick in a dancing motion, she beat the perverted man up again. He crushed both legs and just poked his knee, destroying both arms first. to completely seal the resistance. When a man tries to round, he flips the stick to the starting point to expose his belly. The defenses on the human back are quite high. Soft, I hit my untrained belly hard with the tip of the stick. The beating continues to take him and the man's movements become dull with the dong. By the time Hilda's cheek became sweaty, the man was finally desperate. Enemies strike until they are breathless. It is the code of the Church.

"You, why..."

"Well, I'm sorry about the other day. It's too good. I always wanted to apologize. I haven't had a chance. Even though we're all struggling the same. Me too, it was the first time I saw a child and it didn't work out, and I was upset. I had my period."

"Yeah! Yeah, eh. That's okay. Me, too, annoyed everyone. From now on, we'll do each other well."

"Yes, sir"

"Pretty good, pretty good"

Simone pulled two hands and superimposed them on one.

Karen and Hilda looked at each other and laughed out somewhat.

"Both of you, together."

"and together"

"Oh, right! We're together.

I peeled my eyes off and screamed like Hilda panicked. When Karen dyed her cheeks red, she responded with her arms together and her face turned away.

"Oh, oh, if you don't mind, you can be friends with this Karen."

"Eh! Here, what exactly is a tundelle statement"

"Nah! You're right, too. Whoa. Anything."

Karen reconciled with Hilda. Precisely it rains and hardens the earth.

In this mansion, where there is no time to hire servants to Locke, the spare workforce is utilized to share miscellaneous tasks.

When Karen finished lunch, she took the kids and started polishing the floorboards that were laid in the bathroom stripper.

The mansion is springing with natural sources, and the large sheets have an open-air bath that I wanted to make.

The water was abundant and bathable for twenty-four hours, but the dirt was remarkable for that matter.

Maintenance was also an important task.

"Why am I such a pussy...!

"I can't help it, because we're all using it."

Karen was in one group with Meriandale, cleaning the open air.

Of course, they are both dressed so that they can be dirty.

Karen is brushing a damp, stuffed plate with an irresistible hand.

By its side, the three small elves in the assignment sat quietly watching the work.

"Ha. This is so tiring."

"But it might be good for a diet. I ate too much food here. Exercise, exercise. Yeah, yeah, ooh!

The little elves that Meryandale takes care of were all three slightly older than five, seven, and eight, so it would have been more useful if they had been ordered to work. When you're about five years old, it's possible to babysit a child younger than you. Leg was changing Leah's diapers, who had taken a leak, with a familiar hand.

"Meryandale, sir. It's time to replace the diapers, so I'm going to take them in a little bit"

"Ugh, yeah. Please, I keep cleaning here."

Karen was resting her hands on fire watching Leg's answer, which was so firm that she didn't think she was five years old.

"Hey, Mary. Aren't you sloppy?

"Huh? What is it?"

"Look, me and these chicks can't even have dinner with Locke, but you and this leg, they're so neat. Come on."

"Ugh. That's boring, or that there's no room to take care of it? Rather, you are more flattered as far as I am concerned."

"Meryandale, sir. Very rude, but there's some polishing left over there. I was wondering if your husband would be offended if there were any bubbles left."

"Ah! Aya, oh, I'm sorry. I'll start over now. Excellent."

"What are you going to do when the kid pays attention..."

Meriandale muggled and muggled the sponge she had in a shock that caught Gabriella's attention when she was eight years old who was helping her work.

Now I don't know which one is the supervisor.

"Ahhh. That's how you get up."

"Oh dear!

Meriandale stood up in a hurry, so she stepped barefoot on the squeezed soap bubble and flipped it back softly.

Seven-year-old Julia, watching it, moved like a thunderbolt.

Yulya is abnormally well developed and in little different shape than a small merry.

She avoided a fall by grabbing a gap in the wooden frame of the floorboard with her toes as she quickly supported Meryandale from her back.

It was a momentary event.

"I've told you many times it's dangerous."

Gabriella bounced the droplets on her dark hair with her fingertips, hiking her long ears.

"Ah, ugh. Thank you. Thank you, Yuriya, Gabriella."

"Damn, who's you?"

"Mm-hmm. Hey, Julia will help you"

Julia walked away holding Meryandale from behind her back. Meryandale had a voice that looked like she was going to smash her back, thanks - good luck to your sister, too - as she shrugged her face.

"Seriously, I don't know which one is the adult..."

"Ugh, I'll inconvenience you"

Once the bathroom is cleaned as one, let the children take a nap. Karen lay herself down as she laid Noemi and Leah in bed wanting to sleep.

"I'm not sleepy yet."

"Just go to sleep."

Toddler girls don't try to sleep inside at lunchtime. It is a habit.

Simone is still full of energy, but as the two sisters began to sleep, she dived into the blanket with no choice but to swell her face up a lot.

"Hey, I can't sleep at all!

"Uh, shut up. Then you can just keep your eyes closed. Even if I lay my body down and keep my eyes closed, I feel tired differently. Resting when you can is the iron rule of a prairie warrior."

Karen grew up in a nomadic race that would be taken away, and she was familiar with the use of her strength. Store as much power as you can, and if there are things, how will you open them up?

"Shen no Tetsuko..."

"Simone, you can't be a soldier in public like that. Are you sure? Uh, Noemi and Leah will be using me in my jaw right now, even though I'm your sister."

"Ugh. Something's wrong with that. I'll sleep too! Sleep plenty, it'll be a shame!

"Yes, yes, sleep, sleep"

Simone stuck perfectly to the flank area as she moved to swim in the blanket with Gosogoso. I feel high temperatures specific to my child. Karen gently stroked Simone's silky hair and shiny cheeks with a soft expression.

"Sleep a lot, quickly, it's your fault..."

"Yeah, be"

"I'll leave you alone."

"Simone, you."

Karen had the illusion that the back of her chest could be tightened cuddly. The jittery warm thing spreads all over your body and your entire ear gets hot. Something separate from feelings for the treasurer almost ferociously captured Karen's soul.

"You know, you're not busy with your little one. But one of these days, you might need your help, so until then, I'll protect you."

That's how Karen and the others fell into deep sleep.

"Wow, Munya. Ah! If I did, I might have slept too much again"

Karen scratched her head with a toy as she watched the sunset visible on the other side of the window.

The hair fastening unwraps naturally and the trademark twin tails are flowing all over the place. You woke up with a vibration that woke your body, the little elves leaning hot as you snort like a larvae in the first place.

"Look, you guys, wake up, right? I'm gonna go to the bathroom before dinner."

"Mmm. Come on, okay."

"'Cause I can't. So, later - I'm gonna leak it. Look, tell me."

When Karen finished getting herself together quickly and put the little elves' little ones in order, she headed to the dining room holding hands. Everyone goes to dinner where they are. Karen struggled with the little elves to have dinner, then slowly became corrupt about healing her hunger. Ai is also unchanged and overall confusing. When I look at Chirali and the keeper, I rinse the tea with a cool face if I'm used to it. I'm in all this hustle and bustle and calm as if I didn't hear anything. Karen grew up in a group, but I think the meadow families lived much more orderly than they did on this occasion. I wonder if I'm nervous, a little worried.

"Well, you want to pound?

"So he said it didn't stay... Look, so dirty again."

Leah pulls her sleeve worried. Still, I can't eat well, so my mouth is Vietnamese with soup oil. Karen held her little body as she plucked it with a handkerchief. He looks ticklish and groans.

"It's nothing like that."

"Princess. Be a lot better."

"I don't like it."

After finishing your meal, use the bath in order. Karen herself had no habit of entering hot water when she lived in the meadows. It is enough to soak up body dirt with water or bathe in the creek in the summer. Of course, I am a woman, so I went around it properly every day, but compared to my Japanese lovers of beauty, I can hardly extend it.

This is a habit in a grassland that was low humidity and dry, which would also seem unclean from an abnormally bath-loving Japanese, but it is overworn. In medieval Europe, there were times when it was thought that washing the body or simply washing it with water would make it sick.

"Look, I'm just gonna take a bath!

"Yes."

"Yes, sir."

"Damn, I just need a reply."

Karen took the little elf and headed to the hot tub. The open-air digging bath boasts an abundance of hot water, and white hot air is about to set in.

(Ugh. There's plenty...! Yay)

Karen confirmed that there were numerous clients and stopped. Essentially, it was resistant to show each other's skin even when it came to women. Although I'm just a little used to it, there's something embarrassing about it.

"Look, you guys. I'll wash my body."

I let the little elf crouch into the washroom, freaking out a little bit.

"Shit, here. Don't move."

Toddlers avoid washing their hair like water flows from high to low. When Karen had a hard time washing the three of them, she put them in the water to keep them warm this time.

Secondly, when I turned my gaze, I saw several people, including Artemisia, immersed in the hot tub to soothe the fatigue of the day.

(What's big? What the fuck is that? Watermelon floating?

"Haha."

"What is this? Hey."

"Hey!? [incomprehensible]

"Ah, haha. You don't have to be so angry. It's what kids do."

"Voice, you're pulling!?

The little elves pulled Artemisia's big tits, half floating with pukapuka in the hot tub, funny as rubber. Boasting one of the best women in the world, she has waves of super tits and boobs. Karen got embarrassed and quickly turned away behind her.

But the curiosity of a young girl is strong.

"Ah. Oh, hey. Up to that point. Hmm."

"Wow. Wow. Novi Ru."

"Ugh. Hmm... well, that's so strong, and you can't..."

"You guys, come on -!?"

Artemisia's voice gradually sweetens. Karen raised her voice to stop her as she ran a sassy Zhu on her cheek.

"Ugh. Tired!"

There, at some point, a neglected collector used his arms to eagle and rub both Artemisia's breasts in. Artemisia was breathing roughly as she moistened her sauce-eyed tenuous eyes. It is stained bright red from neck muscle to ear. The collector exposed himself naked as he rose up from the hot tub in momentum. Naturally, my youngest son is also in full view.

"What's going on, Karen? It hardens."

"Ko, ko, ko-"

"Wow. Here in Klund, it's getting very annoying."

"No, don't. Klund...... Ugh. This is in front of such a child... ah"

"Wow. Ha ha, I don't know if I can relax."

"Hey, kids. If you pull so hard, my elephant will chop a thousand."

"Kehaha"

"Big idiot - ugh!!

Cullen shouted, dancing high, deciding to fly cross chops to the collector.