Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 12

A dizzying sense of crisis washed over Asha, who looked like she wouldn’t be able to eat a c**k with her p***y for fifty days. Thinking that she would regret it with tears of blood for fifty days if she let him go now, she hurriedly grabbed his cravat. She was so desperate that she was surprised at herself for essentially grabbing him by the collar.

Perhaps he sensed her desperation, as Harriet, who hadn’t budged, leaned back toward her.

“T-this makes no sense! I can’t accept this!”

“But you were the one who stamped the contract.”

“Ah!”

His thick fingers playfully pulled down the fabric of her dress over her left b****t. A red ink stain that she hadn’t been able to wash off yesterday flashed through Asha’s mind. She hurriedly pulled her body back and covered her chest with both arms, but she had already clearly shown her n****e, which still bore the red mark.

Even though she knew trying to fix it late changed nothing, Asha stubbornly covered her chest with both arms and glared at him for no reason. But sadly, the harder Asha tried, the deeper his smile became.

“Why are you looking at me like that! Anyway, I’m telling you this is an unfair contract!”

“You didn’t wash off the ink stain. Did you like the sensation that much?”

Even though she tried to avoid him this way and that, his playful touch persistently followed Asha and tickled the tops of her arms. Since it was an action that clearly saw through Asha, who was usually very ticklish, Asha’s eyes grew even sharper.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“Whether it’s dangerous or not can only be decided by me, the only one who knows exactly what I’m going to do.”

“F-fifty million Rublangs for fifty days. Then you’re saying you won’t insert it for over a month? While leaving that, that thing of yours right there?”

“I didn’t know Asha liked my member this much. If I had known sooner, I wouldn’t have let you sleep so easily.”

His playful tone made Asha’s cheeks burn. While it was a joke to him, for Asha, it was a lamentable situation. One could see she was quite riled up by the way she bit down on her lip. Harriet soothed her by slyly tickling the back of her hand, like someone coaxing a child with a toy.

“Do you want to touch it? Do you want to touch it that badly?”

The urge to grab his d**k right then and there swelled within her. But unfortunately, Asha was a young lady who had received the Empire’s etiquette education, a chaste lady who had completed her bridal lessons—which demanded nobility and modesty—with excellent marks.

An ordinary lady would not have the gall to demand to touch her husband’s c**k, even if they were alone.

However, there was one major difference between Asha and a chaste lady. Asha had the gall to blow seventeen business ventures, a kind of guts a chaste lady didn’t possess.

In the eyes of the hesitating Asha, whose lips were trembling, his face appeared briefly merciful. The expression of him holding back his laughter while watching Asha seriously deliberate clearly showed that his words were meant to tease her.

In a sudden burst of irritation, Asha lunged at him. It was a rough movement, as if she were going to undo his belt and rummage around down there immediately.

“Ugh, playing these kinds of jokes! I’ll touch it, let me touch at least that! No, why on earth—!”

“Puhaha, Asha, wait a moment.”

Harriet burst into laughter while restraining Asha, who was gripping his belt as if she were going to rip it off.

The longer his laughter lasted, the rougher Asha’s touch became. Why, when he had such a magnificent thing!

Asha still couldn’t forget that ecstatic night. Even though it was a conventional position and a s****l encounter that could be called boring if one were so inclined, she couldn’t forget that pleasure that tightly filled her lower abdomen!

When her hands, which had been fumbling blindly, finally reached his belt, Harriet lightly grabbed both of Asha’s wrists and pressed his lips to her fingertips.

“Your gaze has been especially persistent today… Were you thinking about my c**k throughout the entire meal?”

“…!”

She flinched at the sudden exposure of her private shame.

“My, my. It seems my wife’s head is filled only with thoughts of harassing me. I’ll ask again, Asha. What kind of things were you imagining about me earlier?”

Far from taking out his magnificent tool, Harriet was only busy teasing Asha. His intention to divert Asha’s attention was obvious. Simply ignoring his words, Asha struggled to break free from his grasp.

“Harriet, it’s no use trying to change the subject like this. I’m going to touch it no matter what!”

“What a grand ambition for a chaste wife.”

“But this is all Harriet’s fault!”

“Dear me, it’s not good to blame others for your own lewdness.”

“Urgh!”