My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1688
“I’m the dungeon, and this is my daddy. W-will you really hurt me?” The little girl asked with tears in her eyes.
“How could we possibly hurt you?” One of the paladins cried out.
“She’s so sweet!”
“I want to touch her thighs!”
“Shut up, you’re blowing it!”
Anne’s body shook, and then she reached out and grabbed the girl. All of the girls tensed for a second, but Anne immediately hugged her.
“No, how could the church hurt someone who brings such glory to the daughter? You’re perfect just the way you are. I love you!” As she spoke, she started rubbing her head on my daughter until I started to get annoyed.
“Switch.”
I switched places with my daughter, sending her back to a place of protection. The little girl in Anne’s arms became my legs, and the place she was rubbing her cheek was between my legs. It took her longer than it should have to realize the swap.
“You’re wonderful and perfec: ahhh!” She jumped back, looking up at me with a startled look before dropping her head. “P-pervert.”
“Who’s the pervert?” I demanded and then changed what I was going to say. “So, are you still going to mess with my dungeon?”
She stiffened for a moment as she stood up and brushed herself off. “After careful consideration, I’ve decided to make an exception. Your daughter is a young dungeon, and it appears that she isn’t infected with the distrust, fear, and instincts of a normal dungeon. This means that we have a rare opportunity here to shape her. Since this is the case, the church will take her in and I teach her the difference between right and wrong. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
As she spoke, the paladins all leaned forward eagerly, nodding excitedly as they leered at my daughter. Even Anne shot my daughter a fervent look. My daughter gasped, hiding behind some of her mommy’s for protection. The girls were mostly giving the paladin the disgusted looks they deserved. Even Carmine didn’t hide her disdain. I had a feeling that if I let her spend any time with the church, she’d turn out badly.
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“Denied.”
“Y-you…”
“Daddy, I don’t like how they're looking at me.” She declared. “Can I get rid of them?”
“If you want to, daughter.” I immediately gave her a nod and a thumbs up. “Do you want daddy to get rid of them?”
“He’s already doting on his daughter…” Miki sighed.
“Master is already a daughtercon.”
The smile on my face slipped off. It wasn’t like that at all.
“I can do it myself.” She declared. “I’ll just use some of daddy’s lore and create their natural predator.”
She raised her hand, and Anne took a step back, the paladins immediately swarming around her protectively. They started getting a feeling of impending doom that caused them to shiver. Just as the pressure built up to its worst, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared. He was wearing a suit and in his hand was a folder. He walked out right in front of them and then pulled out two chairs, putting them down.
“Why don’t you gentlemen have a seat?” He asked.
The paladins all looked at each other, feeling something was off.
“Please have a seat.”
Something about the chair felt extremely terrifying. It reached a boiling point, and the men all let out shouts.
“Run away!”
“Escape!”
The Paladins fled the room, abandoning Anne behind. As they went up the stairway, there was a sudden siren, and flashing red and blue lights came through the entrance.
“Get on the ground now!”
“We didn’t do anything!”
“Put your hands up.
“You’re going away for a long time, you sick bastards.”
“I was coerced.”
“Please, I have a family.”
“You should have thought of that before.”
The man in the suit stood up, gave a respectful bow, and then walked out the door, shutting the room and cutting off the lights and sound. There was something extremely eerie about the silence that followed. Everyone couldn’t help but gulp. Who said that this dungeon couldn’t defend herself?
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