Dungeon+Harem+Master

When he woke up in the morning, he thought that the event would not be a trick for a decent living person to receive, and Shimonzo stood up in front of the mirror.

Animals stepping on four feet in front of a mirror by the bed are nothing but cats, no matter what you think. When you lift your right hand and your right forefoot all the way up to "hey", the tea white in the mirror lets you try to lift your left forefoot.

Keeping his knees together, the Collector often came to the conclusion that he really thought deeply about whether he was a human being or not, but probably made no mistake. When you jump on the bed, you land in a fluffy motion. Hmm. This could be lightweight.

A scattered black coat and top and bottom clothes are scattered over the blanket. Last night, I definitely drank to drink, but I'm not going to drink deep enough to be unconscious back and forth. Losing your memory is inexplicable.

And, then, in view of these, it was natural to speculate that I would have catted them while asleep. From the experience of becoming a frog, the collector was once strongly convinced that it could not begin without any cause for each of these strange things to happen.

In the meantime, you're thirsty. That's what I meant, but all I get is a sweet chirping sound from my mouth that's going to crush my back. Oh, my God. Now can't we even explain why to someone in the mansion and beg for help?

Often dismayed, well, I was still optimistic at this time, whether it was from my natural personality.

The collector jumped on the desk again, hissing through the blanket waves, trying to get the contents out of the water to the cup.

Oh, my God. Isn't there anything you can do with this cat's hand? The body of the present-day collector is a kitten.

Therefore, the bottle could not be reversed and the result was to be tormented by terrible dryness.

Well, humans, it's something I can hardly give up even if I know it can't be helped.

The collector roamed around the water drain, finally pushing it down and scattering the contents. You knocked yourself down, and there was a tremor of reflexion toward your body. Awesome.

- Well, because even this would be some better than not drinking.

As I moistened my thirst by peppering over a desk flooded with water for such a forward-looking reason, the entrance door sounded a modest slap.

Come on in, I'm going to, but jumping out of the mouth of the collector is still such an impassioned squeal as "Michaaaaaaaa". Tears spill as I do.

It was Pordina, an obedient servant, who showed up with the bell-ringing voice of your husband, pointing his dog ears and tail toward the heavens with a pin.

"Well, what are you doing? You little cat."

When Pordina triangled her eyes, seemingly with a shattered mouth that she would never normally show in front of a collector, she snapped a pinch of the skin on her neck as she rushed over quickly. Whoa. What a new feeling.

And when the treasurer was left behind by Pordina's hand, he was unleashed.

Oh, my God, that's terrible, Pordina.

"Oh, oh. too. I've flooded your husband's desk so much. Damn, where and how did you dive in from. Everyone feeds on their own, so it keeps getting to me."

Pordina started wiping the splashy water as she took the white towel out of the bucket, with a bump. I'm hungry for now, so I'll tell her that, but she doesn't seem to like cats very much, so she was made pretty bad.

Not to mention, "You're in the way of cleaning, so get out," he threw me out into the hallway. The collector softly landed on the carpet in a stunning way when he cut a dragonfly around in space. This body was the only salvation to be mild when it did.

I want to eat a meshi for now. It all comes from that. Speaking of which, Victoire must have been quite a cat lover. The increase in the number of wildcats in the mansion was due in part to the fact that she would give them if she did leftovers. Hiked his beard that he was calm.

I can't think of anything. Last night, Hilda proclaimed, "You've got a pot of improved gold luck at a very good price," or something.

Well, a lot of people are ladies. She was bored by a market perfumer.

Hilda went back to her room half crying after being severely sanctioned by the Nellies.

Yes, I did bring the pot back to my room that became a problem after that......

- Bye! So you're saying yesterday wasn't a dream?

The collector remembered the old nostalgic cartoon and rubbed the kettle, and when did he confuse each and every one of his dreams with the gust of a giant cat demon wrapped in a turban around his head, along with the drooling white smoke?

Yes, the Cat Demon has said that he will fulfill his wish with a miserable attitude of arrogance. What wish did I convey? I don't really remember because it was quite appropriate. As she roares with her mustache puffy trembling, the beauty of the maid's clothes, familiar to her from the front, creeps up.

"Oh, sweet cat. Ugh. Good morning. I was wondering if we could take a walk today."

I felt intensely uncomfortable with the language and my whole body was paralyzed as if it had been directly struck by thunder.

"But don't walk in the mansion on your own. I'm not asking your husband's permission."

The treasurer stroked his head well when he could hold it in his abundant breasts. Bea's eyes are full of love and moisturizing. As she smiles, she gently kisses the head of the collector's nose and narrows her eyes.

- One, or character collapse is not a level!

Let's not do this anymore. It's time to look straight at reality. The beauty who behaved quietly in front of the treasurer was nothing but Victoire. No. He likes cats, but he never speaks like this. The collector felt his entire body's pores wagging as he opened his eyes, reversing the hair on his back.

- No, you don't! Here's your response!

Oh, isn't that a wildcat? Damn, you tens of millions of bullets who crawl around the mansion with their smudged feet. It would have made me rust my sword, but today I will forgive you with exceptional warmth. Hmm, thank you. That's right. Thank you. Let's feed it. Don't get me wrong, this is just leftovers. It would be your personality to proclaim something like that and to be woven around Hannah witnessing the scene. Don't kill your personality, not at all.

"Cat, I wonder if you're hungry. Follow me. I don't have a scared sister right now. If you want me in the kitchen, I can hem you a little."

Leave the discomfort on your chest alone for now. The collector was following the back of a magnificently turned maid while remembering her first wish. One wish is to "make Victoire look like a lady".

When the collector reached the kitchen with an empty stomach, he was finally able to make it to breakfast.

Come on, it's called eating, but fast, or when you stick your face in a bait plate, it's a shallow animal there. My face was dirty, but I flattened it with a flutter.

Victoire smiled as he finished watching the full eater of the sawdust and headed to the water field with his plate in one hand. I finally started to turn my head when my stomach started to creep. Even breaking the status quo will require collaborators.

But we have to think calmly and first explore how to find something to break the cat language and how to break the curse of catching as a big premise.

As I twisted my head, I didn't know when I was coming, but Kijitra's kitten lurked in the shadow of my desk to see what was going on here.

"Hi."

"Oh man, look at that face. Are you new?"

When the collector greets him, Kijitra asks him in a hazy voice if he has a casual personality.

"Ma, like, not like that. No, you're always Lucille's cat."

"... you seem to have some jewelry. You can help me if you want."

Kijitra had a pretty friendly personality. This will be the number one luck.

The collector told Kijitra courageously that he was the lord of this mansion and that he had been made a cat last night by the magic of a cat demon gushing out of a pot.

Kijitra, after listening to Humph and not for long, kept her beard pinned, her eyes wide, her breath long without yawning or admiration, and it exhaled for a long time.

"That was a disaster. All right, you're always in good hands. If your people are having difficulty, there's no way they're watching you in silence. First, let's go talk to the corner hideout. That Mr. Jii would be quite a wise man in this area. I don't know what we're thinking. It must give us a plan."

"There is one. First of all, I wonder what happened to that pot. Going back alone to make sure is also outrageous. I'm sorry, but you can't hang out with me."

"Whoa, that's okay. It must be the dog sister that you care about. She's not a bad girl, but she doesn't fit with us. Even if you don't get a terrible cage, you know what it's like to feel bad. The journey is with the road. Oh, my God, I don't have a lot of business today. I'm gonna hang out with you."

"I'm sorry, that helps."

Thus the cat keeper and the pheasant began their march toward the pot of the cat demon, which would be the root of all evil, as they bravely, drenched the dried fish into the stomach and butched it into the landscape.

- Nevertheless, did this pheasant have plans or something? That's a complicated mood.

While taking care of him, the collector walks in a blurry way thinking that he might be offended if he heard it. There is no great distance, but there is a presence in the mansion that embodies the orbit of a small elf.

Kijitra said, "When you fuck them, it's like you dumped them in a dove that day already".

Fortunately, these restless arm white daughters of ass should be running around like wild beasts outside at this hour, unless it rains.

"Dude, we have to be discreet. A little alarm could kill us."

"What are you kidding?"

As Kijitra pushed open the door and slid into the private room of the cleverly unlocked collector, she quickly waved the curved key tail to give a "penetrable" signal.

"Is this the problem? Hey, man."

Whether my heart is dancing somewhere, Kijitra is roaring a little excited. The mysterious pot was left intact without being particularly moved from the corner of the room where the collector placed it last night.

I know very well because I walk in a low position, but the indoor cleaning was complete. I looked at the kettle alongside the pheasant. Especially if it's an ordinary creation without weird philosophy. The collector twirls around the pot with the pheasant, never tired of going around, but he couldn't find any sign of the change he might have hoped for.

"I'd show this to a corner hideout if I could. We won't be able to take it with us."

"Hmm."

Kijitra catches her forefoot in the stomach of the pot to do the crunch, but it's hard to work with the power of two kittens.

Push, I thought I'd carry it while rolling, but it's a little unrealistic way.

It's about the size of a pot a kid could hold. I don't know what I can do. Yeah, yeah. When they were both roaring, Kijitra turned to the door and shook her body.

"Shit, buddy. It's him...!

"Ha, huh. What?"

Beyond the door was a little elf girl sparkling her eyes trying to cover her half.

It's Lucille. Speaking of which, Kijitra had a sad past where she was about to be pulled out without a mustache, arguably the pride of the cat clan, by this daughter.

"Wow. Yes!"

Kijitra jumps under the bed as she quickly turns herself in. Lucille pressed me to slide over the carpet, saying that it was a unique awkward way for a young girl to run. So I accidentally called as usual.

"Wait a minute! Stop bullying Kijitra."

When Lucille stopped like he was struck by the current, he crouched and gazed when he came to the place and to the front of the possessor.

"Oh, man. No way, you know what I'm saying...? Hey, what! Somehow, but you can understand with filling? Ha ha. Ha ha. Heavenly Blessings! Hey, Kijitra. Come on out. Now Lucille has gone down to my military gate. I'm not frightened. Don't tremble in the middle of nowhere, but show me where the cat is. And, Lucille. I need you to do something for me. Now, you're the only one I can count on.

Lucille slapped her little chest so hard that she could see it.

All the way, the collectors were on their way to an inn inhabited by a hiding place in the corner, also known as the "Wise Man". The kettle is carried by Lucille in a large bath wrap on his back. No longer, you were finally good at not threatening yourself, trying to lead the way and Kijitra was ahead of you.

"Even so, is the hiding quite a wise man?"

"Oh. I'll take care of that. Anyway, we've been talking about this land for a long time before humans surrounded it with fences. Nothing you don't know is a cliché of a cat."

"Oh, well, that's comforting again."

The ugly house where the cat's hideout lived was about half an hour's walk northwest of the princess mansion where the collector lived. Well, when it comes to horns, it's probably far from kittens and children's feet. Besides the concern of such a collector, Lucille's footsteps were reliable and undisturbed at all.

I knew the strength of her legs, so I didn't take the distance so seriously in itself, but somehow the further she went, the deeper the greener it became.

Also, I guess the vulgar house has been quite a few years since people stopped living there, the wood everywhere was shaky, a little bit of a disguised mansion and such.

Kijitra pretended to have a tail when she stood where it was her former doorway, sending a "good one" signal.

"Hey, Nanabe. Let's go."

The cat lay in a reasonably large room when he managed to finish crossing a place that was a giddy hallway. The hiding was endless with a body that turned bright white beyond imagination as to what the original fur color was.

"This is it. Long time no see. Yes, nothing. It's coarse tea and tea."

"I suddenly pushed him, and he looked thin. Talk about it. Hidden. Can you lend one wisdom to these young men?"

Kijitra asks him to keep his words low as he does with the rat he was sent to tea contract. The collector also rounded his back and thanked him as he pressed the platter of rats in front of him towards Kijitra. Lucille was quiet with her eyes sparkling with joy at the cats' strange meeting.

"Ho. Is it a cat demon curse? That's a rare old-fashioned ritual these days. You must be in trouble."

"Lucille."

When the collector ordered, she unwrapped her back and placed the kettle in front of her hideout. Hidden, though a cat, is about the size of a Labrador retriever. When he put the kettle on his forefoot a little bit, he became just a little bit of an imaginary face.

"I don't know. It's not that troublesome. Just..."

"Just?"

"Unfortunately, no more demons exist in this pot. Look, take a look here, colleague. Here. You'll have a little scratch. Did you hit it hard somewhere, or was it like this from the beginning? There's no difference in how much he didn't like it when he got out of here and bought a cigarette."

"No, I've never heard a magical spirit go for a walk because she doesn't like it."

I don't know if the hideout is awake or asleep when the collector pimps his cat ears and makes a squeaky voice as if he had trouble thinning his eyes even thinner.

"The devil of the devil is not so easy to bend the tweezer. For example, is it true that every wish of yours was a great offense to the mood of the devil?"

"Mm-hmm. I'm ashamed, there's quite a bit"

Anyway, I was determined to be the treasurer of my dreams. It is likely that Mitsu's wishes and so on were appropriately knocked out and twitched even in the nasal feces. Not at all strong for alcohol, but there was also a part of Chito that didn't really think about last night.

"Either way, the demon will come back to the pot before the sun goes down. Guest. Your conversion from person to cat only damaged the mood of the cat demon, and it is sufficient that you ask for every wish of the cat demon again when he returns. Anyway, if your wish is fulfilled, you will be sealed in this pot instead of the Cat Demon, and you will continue to fulfill the wishes of others, so to speak, mutate into one of the gears."

"Hey, wait a minute. I don't know. Does that mean you're stuffed even if you complete your wish?

"What. The Cat Demon himself does not possess much magic. Nothing will happen if I break the pot the moment I make your wish. Nevertheless, demons are also former innocent cats. It's pitiful to just be greedy and keep tied to the kettle for an extended period of time, but this is all..."

"Right. I don't know what Cat Demon is after all, even if I'm saved."

When he moved his gaze thinking that Kijitra was quiet, he was moving his jaw with the rat on the plate cheeky and tight. You're a healthy family.

"We still have a long way to go before sunset. So why don't you remember every wish you asked for last night? If you accidentally say the same wish, the cat demon could bend his navel and postpone things. Anyway, that much wisdom will go hand in hand."

"Mm-hmm. I could remember one thing, and then there's the other. Concealment. Overlay, please, but will you look at the kettle for a while? I'll go back to the mansion and work my head off. What's Lucille gonna do?

Lucille liked the hidden cat or was playing with his face buried in that white giant. Does Hideaway like children, he comfortably agreed that he would keep Lucille in a shack. The collector returned to the mansion, not waking up the pheasant, who had decided to take a nap and stopped moving.

Now, if one wish was to "make Victoire your daughter," what would have been the second?

I snapped through the front door at my usual rate. Yes, I am now, not the usual one. Is becoming a cat stopping somewhat of a distressing institution with regard to the future? The collector, by chance, blued his face, perceiving that a dangerous group was surrounding him in a dozen ways.

"Ah. There's a cat."

"Absolutely absurd."

"Hey. You can stay in this scab."

"Here it is."

"Junban, Junban"

A group of innocent maidens who did not know the letter palm was slowly narrowing the siege. The little elves found the kitten and turned it into a keeper. They locked it on completely.

They began to arc and run as the Indians followed the ancient methods of taking over the wilderness sheriff. It is precisely the aesthetic of John Wayne or Sampekimper, who has risen to another world.

"Here. You guys, don't bully the cat."

It was the well-attended voice of a bright woman thrown from the rear that saved the treasurer, who predicted that the tide of battle would be extreme in her next breath.

- Fluffy. Smells good.

Due to the elasticity of the breasts held up by leopards and felt on the back, this is quite a delicacy. It's a voice like I heard somewhere, but my memory and voice don't quite match.

When the collector looked back at the rescuer who had driven the little elf away, a beauty around the age of twenty, who was not familiar there, had a fluffy grin and peered gently into herself.

Gatsun, was such a striking beauty that she was punched in the head. The back was large enough not to be sluggish and low and the chest not to be undressed.

It is a luscious and delicate conspicuous nose that smells like adult colored incense. Even when it comes to beauty, there is still a preference that cannot be quantified by an individual.

In this sense, the beauty who now holds the treasurer was one I had never met before, with an atmosphere that I could not describe with my mouth. Simple modeling would give Victoire a step, but there was not much sunwheel-like shine for her to make up for it.

Wearing an attire, is that a servant hired by someone without the knowledge of the collector? but as long as it's Nelly holding the key to the safe, that possibility won't be the first. Anyway, she always came to report before bedtime if there was cashier, even at the monetary level.

I also talked to Nelly last night, but there was no big gold move. If you were to hire one person, you would first pay the commission in advance as an aristocratic figure, and even if it were an exam period, it wouldn't be the first thing you wouldn't be able to talk about.

If so, who is this woman? In the head of the collector, he began to circle around like a washing machine water stream.

"Hannah. What are you playing at? It's time for dinner."

"Ah, yes. Pordina, now, Ma'am. Cat, it's goodbye."

The collector was staring at Hannah's back, a complete adult, as she stood down the hallway. And I remembered as if I had received a heaven. My second wish was to "keep Hannah quiet".

Returning to the hide-and-seek house, Lucille's warm welcome is often followed. Either way, you've definitely taken your chances by surprise.

Kijitra said the sun was falling, but she was still snoring. The collector was mysteriously keeping an eye on the pot while Lucille held him. I feel like I'm tired. Greasy white smoke rose from the mouth of the kettle, as if it had been intended to shudder small enough to hide. Lucille opened her mouth pompously, pointing to the demon man who suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Come on, come on, your husband. I guess it's time you seriously reconsidered your wish."

There's no point in Lucille being stunned. Anyway, when I come with the demon in front of me, I wrap a thin borough cloth around my head and arm around the cat's face with Golimaccio's upper body, so the intimidation is pretty good.

Oh, yeah. I thought I was a dream and I ran my wish "How to get rid of you". This doesn't force the Cat Demon to bend the knob. Anyway, the real purpose of this guy is to free him from the desire machine that keeps fulfilling the wishes of others.

Thinking about it makes me feel sad. The big cat in hiding turns around behind the pot and stands back with a pheasant so that he can jump at any time. Is it sad, Cat Demon? It seemed to him that only the treasurer, who did not know whether such a bondage existed, but was the contractor, was in sight.

"Sorry about earlier. I was just falling asleep."

"You're absolutely right. Let this cat demon hear your every wish. I'm a miracle cat demon. I will try to solve any impossible problems."

And the treasurer stood his ear, and tried to put him to sleep, and he went round about often, and then he made a wish.

Hiding, Kijitra, Lucille, and - even the Cat Demon was distracted by the words of the collector, stiff on the spot, as he turned into a pillar of salt. At the same time, intense luminescence ripped through the dark indoors and bounced.

A few days later, on the lap of a collector who took a leisurely afternoon's sleep on the bench of the Princess Mansion, a slightly wide-eyed unfamiliar cat rested quietly with her eyes closed. The pot demon disappeared from this world forever.