Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 10

Asha threw her head side to side, desperate to escape the strange sensation—but Harriet didn’t stop, rubbing the cream against her p***y in slow, deliberate circles. In the end, the best she could do was clench her opening with all her strength to keep the cream from getting inside.

“Harriet! Stop—!”

It was the most violent reaction she’d had since being laid out on the table. Asha thrashed and kicked, trying to shove him away—but Harriet, without the slightest hesitation, began to lap up the cream coating her folds.

Soft.

Not even a well-tended young calf would be softer than this. The cream-slicked c**t had taken on a sweetness all its own. Perhaps because of the flushed, rosy outer lips—her lower half looked uncannily like a cake filled with red, ripe flesh. The slick, glistening opening looked so good he wanted to drag his tongue through it right now and lick out everything inside.

Like a beast that had tasted forbidden fruit, he was blind to everything else. He simply pinned down the legs kicking at him, worked his tongue through her soft inner walls, and sucked her c**t into his mouth until it filled him completely. The texture of those tender folds was pure ecstasy. Harriet sucked at her with single-minded focus, as though trying to swallow her whole—from the soft flesh that packed his mouth to the slick honey pooling inside her, every bit of it was sweet without exception.

“Hnngh~aah~~!”

What had been nothing more than lip movements now had the full force of a practiced tongue behind them. The remaining cream on her p***y disappeared in just a few hungry mouthfuls. As though he couldn’t bear for it to be gone, he curled his tongue like a shovel and began to work it into every fold and crevice. The movement was relentless—as if he intended to leave not a trace of sweetness anywhere on her c**t.

What on earth is this man thinking—!

“Ughh, Harriet. It’s d~dirty. I won’t spill anymore, I promise—please~~!”

Being eaten out like a course at a meal was far more mortifying than she had anticipated. It felt exactly like he was savoring the taste of her c**t! And somewhere in that cream was the slick she had dripped herself! When his throat bobbed as he swallowed, she could no longer deny the reality that he was consuming her arousal like dessert, devouring her p***y whole.

Her ears burning scarlet by now, Asha pressed her thighs together and shoved at his shoulders with her feet. But to her shock, Harriet didn’t budge—he was immovable. How could a merchant who spent half his day seated at a study desk be this strong? The shock of it drained the strength from her legs in an instant.

Harriet seized the opportunity and pressed his tongue flush against her c**t. True to the meticulous nature that pored over every last digit in a ledger, he forced his tongue even beneath the hood covering her c**t and worked it inside. Tender flesh that had never been exposed to any other kind of stimulation flushed red as it was dragged by the rough tip of his tongue.

When that tongue reached the opening of her u*****a, Asha could no longer hold back a scream.

“H~Harriet. Hnnggh—not there. Not that place, please—!”

At the tearful, broken quality of her voice, he gave a low, grating laugh and asked:

“Then where? Here—or… here?”

His playful tongue swept through her tender folds. For all that she had always thought him a man of gravity and seriousness, what he was doing was nothing of the sort. Assaulted across every inch by his roving, slick tongue, Asha swallowed a gasping breath and cried out.

“N~none of it. Nowhere at all—stop, please—!”

“But there’s still cream left. Hmm?”

Pressing the point with a coaxing murmur, he extended his tongue and lapped in a long, deliberate stripe along the crease of her outer lips where the cream had collected. Perhaps because his tongue came to a sharp point—it felt as though the cream tucked into each fold was being precisely removed. Overwhelmed by unbearable shame, Asha panted and shook her head back and forth.

Had she ever shown him this much of herself—this raw, this unguarded? She was nearly at the point of tears.

She had actually begun to think the first sensation of the cream being eaten off her was less explicit by comparison. In the end, Asha sobbed the words out as a plea:

“Harriet, then. Then just—more….”

“More?”

He asked again, despite knowing perfectly well what she wanted. As if he was determined to hear the words from Asha’s own lips.

Asha’s lips worked open and shut—and then she burst out with it, voice cracking like a sob:

“More—put more on….”

“You liked it more than I expected, it seems.”

“It’s not that, it’s because you—hmph—!”

The sensation of cream being spread over her folds again made Asha’s whole body jolt and tremble. Unlike the cream that had warmed to her body heat, this application came from something colder.

By the time the entire cake had found its way into his mouth, Asha’s flushed cheeks were streaked with tear tracks.

This was—this was torture.