Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 25

“Now, now, isn’t the excitement of a gift greater when you open it alone? Cecile! Go to the kitchen and have some cookies.”

Asha shooed all the maids out with an intentionally lively voice. The maids had to be kicked out without even being able to say anything properly. Thus, only Asha’s breathing remained in the large room. Sitting on the sofa, Asha glared at the gift box.

What is this thing, only as big as a palm?

Pressing down the surging tension, Asha opened the gift box.

“Huh?”

The first reaction Asha showed upon looking inside the box was none other than bewilderment. That was because the round things filling the box had a shape that was difficult to guess the use of at a glance. After tilting her head for a moment, Asha reached out and gripped the round objects.

“It’s warm?”

Is it a hand warmer?

Like a living creature, the outer surface was warm. It was a gift that did not suit the early summer. Looking closely, round cores were visible through the transparent outer surface. As she rolled them around in her hand, she felt a texture that was soft on the outside but hard on the inside. The more she fiddled with them, the more the identity of the items fell into a mystery.

Fortunately, before Asha’s rough touch could ruin the gift, a letter caught her eye. High-quality parchment and neat handwriting—it was Harriet’s.

[I have prepared this for you, who might feel empty. I hope it is to your liking. The method of use is simple. Push these fellows inside, down below…]

“Gasp!”

She couldn’t bring herself to read the content that followed. Just what on earth had she been fiddling with?

Asha shoved the things she had been rolling in her hands back into the gift box as if shaking them off. The subsequent letter was filled with row after row of lewd words. No, to anyone else, it might seem like a general manual, but to the party who would be subjected to that method, it felt like she would die of shame.

To put this down there?

And several of them?

There weren’t just one or two of the round things, but as many as four. No matter how snugly they fit in her palm, if she pushed them all inside, it was certain that her lower half would be gaping open at all times.

Asha, doubting her own eyes, re-read the letter held in both hands thoroughly. However, far from the content changing, the neat handwriting, which was annoying to look at, concluded with:

[Then, I shall see you at the theater wearing the gift I gave you. I will have the business proposal for you ready.]

It was a polite closing.

A business proposal for her. It was a remark that instantly made her fold the thought of ignoring the gift and going out.

“Haa, where on earth did he get such a thing?”

Glaring at the gift wouldn’t make it disappear, but Asha tapped her feet and glared. Despite her quite fierce gaze, the gift only boasted its smooth and round appearance. No matter how much she resisted, it would only waste time. Eventually, resigning herself, Asha sat on the sofa with a vigorous movement as if determined.

Preparation was quite easy. Sitting on the sofa, Asha grabbed the hem of the dress she had worn to go to the theater and rolled it up to her thighs. Then, she placed one leg on the sofa to reveal her v***a. Despite it being a simple movement, perhaps because her legs revealed between the dark folds of the skirt were exceptionally white, an e****c atmosphere quickly set in. Because Asha usually possessed a sense of purity, the sensual atmosphere felt even deeper.

The white fingers that had been hovering between her legs as if hesitating carefully pulled down her silk panties. By the time these series of actions were completed, her white cheeks were already dyed red. It was a pure red, resembling a summer rose. Perhaps because it wasn’t easy to move while curled up, her watery eyes were tightly squinted. If anyone were to see her now, they wouldn’t be able to suppress a surging desire.

However, the person herself was deeply absorbed in the thought of pushing the gift inside.

Now she just had to push these into her gaping vaginal opening….

Asha picked up one of the round things and brought it to her vaginal opening. Unlike before, when it had opened its path as soon as Harriet’s fingers touched it, the entrance was tightly closed.

Faced with the tightly shut vaginal opening without a shred of hope, Asha, filled with impatience, pushed the round object in hard. However, far from the round thing going in, she only felt a pressure as if her lower area would tear.

“Ugh….”

It would have been better if she didn’t know what to do in this bleak situation. Asha knew very well what she had to do. The thought of banging her head on the table and pretending to have fainted surged up. Since she had never consoled herself alone, she couldn’t move her hands easily.

Time passed ruthlessly even as Asha agonized. The time she had spent struggling with her legs spread was already long. Cold air brushed over her exposed v***a. It was a sensation she could not adapt to at all.

“Ha~ah, seriously…!”