Dungeon+Harem+Master

(Don't feel bad. Life shouldn't have anything else. Sorry about my sister)

Gordon desperately swallowed the annoying vomit as he looked down at the fallen down boy.

That's because the guilt of haunting the irresistible was too great.

"Brother!

Claire covered her eyes and lay face down on the spot. It was a nauseating sight.

"Ha-ha-ha, that's an oak! That's a good one to think of. I like it. I like it. Come on, as you wish, my wife will give it back to you. But before you do, will you keep your promise?"

"Oh, shit, yeah?

Gordon leans back with his shoulders and manages to open the swollen eye lid to dazzle Barbaros' brutal face. The ship-eyed lake thief carved a wild chuckle into his bearded mouth as he seemed to enjoy even it.

"Oh, man to man promises. Don't bring this Claire lady up with your fine stuff. I'll give it back to you when I can."

Claire's young expression froze next to Barbaros.

"No, I have a promise!

Gordon stared at Miriam's face in the front and wolfed hard. In front of my beloved wife, holding other women, etc., the more unusually chaste Gordon for an oak, the more it was a spray. Miriam's complexion is white as paper. Such an act was like turning the trust that had been built up so far between the couple into a whole twofold. Gordon's protruding nose is violently distorted. Barbaros even seemed to have fun, flickering his hand, insulting him.

"Ahhh. You said it, first. He said it was better to win this battle. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. There you go."

"No, please don't"

Barbaros stroked his body with one hand as he sat Miriam between his crotches in the liquor barrel where he sat down. Gordon was at his best to keep his emotions out of control and from jumping at the man in front of him.

"Okay. So don't flirt with Miriam."

"Oh no, just poke it, pig"

Barbaros ripped into a breath as he caught the hook claw of the ship's arm on Miriam's chest.

The valley of bright white breasts shines. The surrounding lake thieves cheered.

"Hey!

Barbaros stretched out his sticky tongue to crawl into Miriam's ear.

Hearing the kind of voice on his wife's nose, Gordon let her brain boil down more and more.

The memories I've built so far are broken to pieces of wood dust. If I can do it, I no longer want to get rid of all reason and tear the man in front of me. If you're in this position, you'll never miss it if you jump. But the current lake thief, convinced that he couldn't do that, was thoroughly hanging on to Gordon. Humiliation and anger burned bright red in front of him, and tears seeped into his eyes.

"Okay. Do as you say. So don't touch my wife anymore."

A clenched, double-fisted nail eats into the palm of his hand and spills blood.

The chewed back teeth made a ripping and dull rubbing noise.

"That's fine. It's fine. Oh, you're Lord Pork's favorite bitch."

"Geez."

Pushed back by Barbaros, Claire spilled too many tears of fear as she was protruded in front of Gordon. Big eyes make a man crave asylum.

The word "deep-window maid," seemed to suit her perfectly.

She has golden lustrous hair and blue eyes.

I don't know, I swallowed the saliva.

(Hold on, hold on! What did I think right now? But about this girl)

It is the instinct of orcs to be affectionate when you look at young, old daughters.

It is the right path as an organism to aspire to leave and flourish more offspring.

Gordon hesitated, halfway, and feared the interminable desire that was hidden in him.

"Yabe, come on, come on, come on, come on."

Stand up with Abel's painful belly in tears. You broke your front tooth when you fell, the language was obscure.

"Heh, there's a fucking kid. You ruin your manhood when this happens. Come on, Lord Pork, this guy's got the oils, so don't tell him what a man is."

The lake thief men held back that they would be horseback rides from Abel's back as she crawled down the floor but was trying to get close to her sister. If you look closely, only the men in Barbaros' belly are actively lending a hand to this mausoleum. The men, who were not children, were under Grace, when they tongued hard, pulled up from the spot with a zorro. Barbaros doesn't try to pull it off either, but his face couldn't hide his frustration with the men who openly disobey his life.

"Liar, you're lying, no. No. Ahhh."

Gordon silently pulled Claire's dress a thousand times and rolled the girl's body roughly onto the floorboard.

"Stop, please stop"

Claire begs forgiveness with constant breath. The girl's laid-back body was going to break even if she put a little effort into it in blue and white. The surrounding lake bandits clapped their hands and cheered.

(Sorry. But if you don't, my Miriam.)

While Gordon apologized in his heart, he vehemently disgusted himself being excited by this unusual situation.

"Whoa, that's an oak! Awesome, let me show you something. Do you adore your husband every day for being such a jerk? Well, then, we can't talk about it without a man!

"I don't know...... dunno, I don't want to touch anything weird."

"Hihihi. 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.

Barbaros peeled out his dirty front teeth as he moaned Miriam.

"Mmm, no! Oh, no, brother!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Claire, at least I'll make sure it doesn't hurt."

Gordon cared in words that were not even comforting to the girl.

The girl twisted herself as she let her pompous and jewel-like tears spread down her cheeks. The bell-ringing poor voice is whispered in his ear, and every thread of Gordon's reason is torn apart.

Abel, held on to the floor, cried violently as she heard her sister scream.

But his mourning for the men was also just one essence that raised this mausoleum.

The atrocities were promptly committed by Gordon's hands.

Below Barbaros, the outer passages breathed it down and covered the contents of the liquor bottle in their hands as they watched. Her boiled, giraffed eyes were bathed in clumps of meat.

Abel, no longer losing her temper to utter words, lays down her face and tries to distract her from reality, but the man who was on the horseback grabbed her hair and forced her to pull it off the floorboard.

"Look, you can't, brother. My dear sister needs to see her time growing up properly. Ooh."

"Come on, come on, come on! Thank you, Bogu."

Abel calls out her sister's name with her swollen lips.

At the same time, warm liquid leaked through the floor slab. The boy was incontinent.

"... Shit, this guy leaked. Later, I'll let Meh's sister lick you with her tongue and clean you up! Hey, guys."

"Don't be silly, Claire's pepper is reserved for me! I was wondering if I'd let you lick my fucking brother's pussy!

"I'm booking number two!

When the men thoroughly scoffed at the loser in inferior terms, they tried to imitate him very well with both hands on his groin.

"Heh, look at that. That little girl Tula. Ah. Not at all. That woman is a born whore!

Everyone in Barbaros' voice again, concentrating on the show in front of him.

Gordon covers Claire's cherry bud-like lips with a thick mouth.

No longer was Claire submissive to Gordon after he had dedicated once.

Like lovers who love each other beyond seed, the two remain together.

With her dreamy eyes, the girl put her own hands around Oak's head and returned a thick kiss as if she were her lover.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! What the fuck!!"

Abel punches her face onto the floorboard many times with the apple and raises her distressed voice, but the girl didn't give a damn about her brother already.

"Oh, what, maybe you're not the kind of prick who liked his sister?

"Ohhhhhhh!!

Abel exclaimed as she held her head in with her broken hands. It was a star. The secret boy's forbidden thoughts were the moment when he was exposed in the lowest act.

"Drawing stars! Ha, you rotten, adulterous bastard. Ma, the first experience would just be much better if they weren't blood connected brothers and sisters if they were orcs. This fruit reward. Look at you now - I don't know, because my sister's first time was eaten by that pig lord. Hihihi."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Abel laughed out crying, peeling her white eyes and flipping.

"Oh, my God, this guy laughs. Have you gone mad? Damn, these days, young monkeys are losing their temperament."

"Hey, leave that alone, take a good look. Look, hehe. I rarely see it."

As the man put it, there could only be beasts there that had already lost their reason.

"Ah, up, up, up"

From Abel's eyes, bright red tears spilled, seeping.

"... what the heck, you lollies. Finally, it's broken."

The man who was looking at the girl snaps like he was stunned.

I guess Abel defended herself by failing to endure reality and fleeing from herself.

"Ah-ha, ah-ha. My Claire. Ah. My Claire. Oh. It's mine forever, forever. Ahh. Eh hih."

Abel peeled off her white eyes, drooling her covetousness, and repeated words that were so overthrown that she could not discern.

It was wrapped in a black aura, unleashed only by humans like a completely broken world.

"Do it, you fucking kid, seriously broke? Oh, the kid's lost his temperament these days and he's bored. Ah."

A fierce roar swept across the cabin, frightening Gordon of what he heard.

Gordon listened to the lake bandits' almost praiseworthy cheers, and in a blurred consciousness he was wondering what he was doing.

How long has it been since I realized? Gordon went back to his sanity when he saw a losing mind Claire sitting in front of him wearing a blanket.

"Gordon."

Claire leans softly in with her face up as she rubs her eyes.

"You, why?"

"Because if this happens, Claire is the only one who wants to talk to Gordon."

Claire has looked up at Gordon's face hot with her sparkling innocent eyes.

And anyway, you stay here.

"Which way are you going?

"Fine!!

Gordon leapt out of the room as he abandoned Claire.

(How could you do such an important thing! Miriam, I am!!

Gordon headed to Barbaros' cabin with permission from the lake bandits who stood on watch.

Apparently, because of his obsession with holding Claire, he didn't even realize Barbaros and Miriam had left the room. Even the time before and after that was quite flying.

(I don't even think about how Miriam feels. How much did you force me to do that?)

I ran to roll the swinging deck.

Barbaros apparently had the best room in the ship he'd caught.

Is the captured Red Phalanx heading for some island, slowly cutting the waves and sailing away? The blue to the sharp of the sky stained my eyes.

(As I was told, I even forced her to hold me. If I had even touched my wife with one finger, then yes)

When Gordon stood in the room where he punched and wrote the punch with black paint, he told the lake bandit who was standing as a replacement for the watchman. The stature of the men guarding the captain had signs that he was going to stand on his arms because he looked fat and fat without being light-hearted with Gordon, who is an oak.

"Whoa, pig dude. All right, hey, hey."

Something, I dreaded I'd be stuffed and put behind me, but that didn't happen.

Lightly, when Gordon opened the door with permission to enter, she wanted to meet there.

That's in an extremely unintentional state for Gordon.

"Oh, oh, oh"

A language that doesn't make sense from behind the throat just becomes a breeze and blows through.

I can't process the reality in front of me, in my brain.

Gordon felt the power he regarded until just now slip out of his whole body as he glanced.

"Ooh, that's bad. Let's stay tuned now."

"Hey, to."

Gordon kept his eyes open and couldn't move like a stone statue on the spot.

Barbaros hastily pulled up in front of his trousers as he sat in his chair.

From the position where Gordon stood, you can see the side of Miriam.

When she noticed Gordon's presence with a crease between her eyebrows, she lay down without looking at each other.

Miriam remained naked in her upper body and fell to the wall like a shell.

There's only one thing that means. Gordon made himself sound strong and good that it was a nightmare.

From Miriam's white and beautiful nape, the sweat floats like a bead.

Like a cut painting, it was beautiful and slutty.

"Whoa. Speaking of which, it was about your wife....... hey Miriam. My pawn master is here to see me. Why don't you say hello?"

Miriam opened her eyes as she lifted her hair with one hand.

Her, Gordon's eyes, cold as ice, had no emotions whatsoever.

"Why, why not. I kept my promise. Come here."

"And I say, Miriam. What do you want to do?"

Miriam turned her back without responding. That was a clear rejection.

"Why?"

"... so. Your wife doesn't want to go back. Lord Pork. This is the will of this woman. From what I hear, you didn't teach Miriam how to welcome a woman. I adore it with enthusiasm for such a little girl. In short, you were poked three and a half lines by your wife. I'm not a ghost either, so I don't know what to do with you. That little girl will give it to you, so go wherever you want. I'll give you whatever you like about one of the boats."

Barbaros laughed luxuriously as he sat down, stroking Miriam's hair, shaking his whole body into small pieces. As Barbaros stretched his hook paw, Miriam mumbled to show off.

It was a complete subordination until brilliant.

Anger and despair fill Gordon's chest in an instant.

Too much mugginess made me feel terrible.

Getting off the ship here means giving up my wife completely.

Only that option, it couldn't be.

For a moment, I'm going to give him a blast with a rash, but I feel killer from the guys behind me, and I'm going to stop. Besides, Miriam's cold eyes screwed Gordon's mind.

"What are you going to do?"

Barbaros' blurry questions echo loudly in his ears.

Gordon said bittersweet words as he sat down on the spot.

"I'll do anything. Add me to the ranks of the lake thieves."

Behind his meditated eyes, only the smile of his beloved wife shined like a treasure.

Absolutely, get Miriam back. To that end, I vowed to endure any disgrace.