Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 19

Unable to make a loud noise, Asha, who called him in a whispering tone, caught his hand, but Harriet skillfully used only his fingers to pull up the hem of her skirt. It was a flexible touch, as if he were playing the piano. The clothes she had worn to the office were a summer dress made of soft material. Since early summer was coming, the fabric was thin and easily changed shape at his light touch.

“Giving you shame.”

Harriet slid his hand into the gap of Asha’s exposed inner thighs and pulled down her panties. The thin silk panties were pulled down helplessly by his firm touch, and Asha, who tried to resist by keeping her b******s glued to the seat, had no choice but to lift them at his touch tickling her thighs. Pulled all the way down from her white legs and caught on his index finger, the panties were tossed under the sofa.

“Hngh!”

“And giving you tension.”

The space between her white, smoothly extended legs and her v***a was filled with platinum blonde pubic hair. A flexible touch swept over it as if brushing past. Even though it was just brushing her pubic hair, it felt dizzying, as if he were prodding a sensitive spot.

The cold air of the hall was felt vividly over her exposed pubic hair. His thick-knuckled fingers parted her v***a and pushed in, pressing the peak caught between the outer lips before immediately scraping it up with his index finger. At his touch, which scraped as if to make the peak stand sharp, stinging sensations spread all the way to the end of her u*****a.

“The night where I decide everything for you. The water leaking from your p***y, your breath, and even the piss you spray.”

The repeatedly moving fingertips tickled her u*****a. Since it was the first time having that spot directly scraped, Asha, becoming flustered, shrank her thighs. It didn’t feel like it was stinging or that her lower abdomen was aching with pleasure, but she shuddered at a tickle that made her feel as if something were about to pour out. When Harriet’s fingernail pressed firmly against her u*****a, Asha’s body trembled violently, unable to withstand the intense stimulation.

“Last time you soaked the tablecloth with p***y juice, so what do you plan to soak the sofa with today, my lady?”

“No, Harriet. N-not that. Anything but that. No!”

Even as she made a tearful sound as if pleading and grabbed his wrist, he acted as if he didn’t know and moved his hand. Asha’s white face turned even paler.

She winced at the tickle and squeezed her u*****a tight, but it only served to incite the pleasure of the peak, and when she relaxed, an insane urge to urinate tormented Asha.

Caught in a dilemma, Asha eventually tossed and turned her body and rubbed her thighs, trying to mask the pleasure with other sensations.

Knock, knock—

The sound of a knock echoed. It was an undeniably clear sound. A startled Asha hurriedly lowered the hem of her dress and sent a pleading look to Harriet, but he only stared at the door. The only saving grace was that the back of the sofa faced the door, so even if the door opened, a lewd scene wouldn’t be directly shown.

“Come in.”

“Harriet!”

She tried to stop him in a low voice, but at Harriet’s touch firmly pressing her peak, Asha had no choice but to curl her body up miserably. It was a violent sensation she was feeling from below for the first time. The peak, which had been squashed by his force, regained its shape, but the stinging and tingling sensation surrounding it showed no signs of fading.

As she waited for the sharp pain to subside while curled up, the maid eventually walked into the room. Would she only think the master and mistress were on good terms seeing them stuck together? Asha’s heart began to race.

Though she had lowered and hidden the hem of her dress, his hand, which had been playing at her v***a, was still in its position. Not only that, he eventually fiddled with her u*****a as if to soothe the small kernel that was still throbbing.

Would it have been better if all she felt was pain? Her vaginal opening began to get wet from the lewd touch, and fearing she would leave a trace on the sofa, she, who ran particularly wet, had no choice but to squeeze her lower half tight. Trembling slightly from the anxiety that it would leak any moment, she just stared at the tea set for no reason.

Step, step.

Her senses, reacting oversensitively to the maid’s movements, even caught the maid’s footsteps with sensitivity. Overly tensed, Asha felt as if she were about to gag.

“Here is the newspaper you requested.”

Harriet extended his thick arm and received the newspaper. The distance between Asha and the maid was barely a step. She was merely hidden by his large frame; it was a distance where her shame would be clearly visible if the maid leaned her body forward even slightly.

As if he were playing a prank, he scraped down her peak.

Twitch—