Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 11

Had she ever been pushed this close to her limit? She had wanted dizzying, breathless s*x—but she hadn’t expected him to drive her to this point.

She was beginning to despise the version of herself from yesterday, who had gone to bed restless with anticipation, mind full of dangerous and intoxicating lovemaking.

Is pleasure really this agonizing? But she couldn’t deny the pleasure grinding through her brain either—so every time his lips lifted from her c**t, she was left bereft, her hips involuntarily hitching toward him in spite of herself.

The more you taste pleasure, the more you crave. His tongue against her was good—but she wanted his thick c**k grinding against the spot that made her see stars. She wanted to be pounded with that hammer-hard c**k until all this pent-up pleasure finally, finally broke.

Her already unsteady breathing began to heave with desperation.

“Hah~hff. Enough of—enough of this, now—”

“You should catch your breath, my lady.”

Heedless of her plea, he had been sucking hungrily at her soaked folds—but at the sound of her breathing turning ragged and uneven, he finally lifted his head. His lips, from having sucked and mouthed at her so thoroughly, carried a faint wet sheen he couldn’t quite wipe away.

Harriet leaned in as if to soothe Asha, whose breath remained ragged despite his voice. As he pressed his lips slowly against her ear and neckline—spots she loved—a warm heat spread across her thin skin.

Moreover, perhaps feeling pity for her heaving chest, he firmly cupped her b****t and massaged it in circular strokes. His hands, which she had assumed only ever held a pen, were unexpectedly rough and coarse.

A man’s hand, something that could never be felt from a woman. This blatant difference drove Asha into a faint state of arousal.

“Shh—”

As if intent on capturing even the very air she breathed into his own palms, his dark green eyes remained fixed on Asha’s lips. Under the pouring morning sunlight, his shaded eyes looked even deeper and darker.

Staring into those eyes as if possessed, Asha managed to steady her breathing. Even though she had done nothing more than catch her breath, he began to persistently grope her down below as if offering a reward. It was a touch quite different from the frantic pace of before—instead, it provided a subtle pleasure that caused her stiffened body to relax.

When she shuddered at the sensation that made her toes curl, he kissed her cheek as if she were adorable. However, her flushed white cheeks looked so tempting today that he eventually set his teeth and gave her a light bite. Surprised by the sensation spreading across her cheek, Asha’s eyes flew wide.

“Mmn, are you planning to devour me entirely?”

“If my wife permits it?”

“Uhm, I still have many mouths to feed….”

Even though it was an obvious joke, Asha replied while raising her eyebrows seriously, causing him to let out a low chuckle. However, Asha herself was preoccupied with the pleasure spreading down below. Unable to endure the twitching of her entire body, Asha finally spoke up as if begging.

“Can’t you put it in now, Harriet?”

Her voice, trailing off like a plea, sounded languid and heavy, perhaps because her entire body was so softly relaxed. It was the first time she, who was usually passive in their marital relations, had shown such an active side. It was a side of her that was unlike herself, yet it suited her maddeningly well. After all, the white skin revealed through her disheveled clothes, the lower half that was exceptionally drenched and dripping, her lovely ripe cheeks, and the nobility that remained untarnished despite her messiness provided a profound sense of depravity.

“Hmm?”

She almost succumbed to that alluring voice. Asha squeezed his hand with her thighs and pleaded, her soft flesh brushing against the back of his hand.

Her delicately maintained skin possessed a softness that a mere commoner could never imitate. To keep himself from giving in to this temptation, he had no choice but to grip that soft flesh as if he were going to burst it.

“Asha.”

“Ugh, what is it—”

“Regrettably, during the contract period, I will not be performing insertion.”

“What?”

For Asha, who had been curling her toes in anticipation of being filled to the brim by his thick c**k, it was like a bolt from the blue.

“What… what does that mean, Harriet? No insertion during s*x? No, then what does it mean to ‘spend the night’ together…?”

Unable to properly comprehend his words, Asha blinked stupidly. Didn’t spending the night together mean insertion? Didn’t it mean thrusting that sturdy, massive thing hanging between Harriet’s legs into her?

Unlike Asha, who was losing her mind in confusion, his following words were incredibly casual.

“Because you might get hurt.”

Asha could only doubt her own ears.

“H-how could I get hurt while spending the night? B-besides, during the nights we spent together for a year and a half, you always i-inserted it…?”

“Oh, Asha. This is different from a normal night. These nights won’t be ‘gentlemanly’ like the days of the past.”

He whispered in a deeply subsided voice.

“On a night where you’ve permitted everything, if I were to shove my c**k into this pretty p***y of yours, I might feel like ruining you completely.”

Seeing the thick lust dwelling in his eyes, Asha, who had been about to argue, could only gape her mouth. He pressed his lips to Asha’s cheek, gave a beaming smile, and stood up.