Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 26

Thinking it was better to strike while the iron was hot, the hesitating Asha eventually touched her own peak. Parting the fleshy labia, the fingertip that discovered the covered peak carefully stroked it down. For having touched her p***y after such a grand preparation, the sensation felt from below was miserable. Unlike how she had been excited by Harriet’s every touch, it just felt like something had touched her. What on earth was the difference?

Asha, frowning, tried to mimic Harriet’s touch as if soothingly fondling her peak, but it was all for naught. If anything, it only became red from being rubbed roughly.

Was it because it wasn’t Harriet? Asha squeezed her eyes shut and began to slowly recall his touch. Perhaps because the time they had spent together for a year and a half held meaning, his touch soon filled her head. The touch that parted her v***a, the sound of his panting, and his green eyes soaked in excitement.

Her thoughts began to flow quickly like being swept away by water. The memories she had recalled in fragments began to materialize the situation one by one. The atmosphere that had settled then, his muscles felt over her thin skin, and above all, what drove Asha into excitement was definitely his expression.

The pleasure surging from below also made Asha happy, but whenever greed dwelled in his neat green eyes, her p***y would twitch on its own.

Asha’s hand, which was stroking her peak, grew hurried. Even though moving was difficult due to her curled-up posture, she moved her hand without rest, already distracted by the soaring pleasure. The deeper she fell into her imagination, the more a dizzying pleasure began to fill her.

I want to steal his lips right now. I want to swallow his lower half.

In this moment, Asha realized why she had been so enthusiastic about his crotch. When she swallowed his c**k whole and hugged him as he thrust his hips in pleasure, his expression would change at some point. As if a layer of the mask covering his face had fallen off, his hidden side, stained with gloominess, would be revealed. Asha’s hand, soothing her lower area, became faster and faster.

Why hadn’t she known he harbored such desire? When he was longing for her so blatantly.

She lusted for Harriet. She wanted to see his wet lips, and she wanted to see him trembling with pleasure. Asha indulged in the Harriet of her imagination to her heart’s content. She pressed her lips onto his dark, sweat-soaked skin and greedily devoured him, tightening her p***y so that his member couldn’t escape. Had she been haphazardly disheveling him in her imagination like a wild colt for a while? Asha, who had been lingeringly coveting him, suddenly met his eyes in her mind and was instantly led to a climax.

“Nngh~ah! ♡”

Before she could do anything, her head tilted back, and her body trembled from the excessive pleasure. It was a sensation she couldn’t endure without shaking her body. Her expression distorted, and she let out ragged breaths.

She had filled her depraved desire while imagining him.

It was shocking, yet at the same time, insanely satisfying. Asha looked up at the ceiling and let out heavy breaths. Her lower area was soaked so much that there was no need to wet it any further.

“Hngh, hah, ha~ah.”

The lethargy that came after the pleasure covered Asha’s body, and she slumped weakly on the sofa. From her two legs resting on the sofa to her curled-up body, it was a sight that contrasted with the modest clothes she wore. It was the first time she had reached a climax that loosened all her muscles in a place where Harriet was absent. It hadn’t been many days since she had scolded him for being obscene, yet to think she was m**********g to him; she was ashamed before him. It was as if a cat that had been pretending to be demure had committed a secret deed.

At the same time, she understood him, who said he wanted to do all sorts of lewd things to her. Hadn’t she herself tasted every one of his muscles by tearing them apart in her imagination? Thinking that every word he spoke was sincere made her whole body feel as if it were heating up.

All Asha could do was plug her loosened vaginal opening so that the p***y juice wouldn’t pour out. Although she didn’t know how much of the flowing fluid she could block by plugging her opening with her hand, she remained slumped, placing meaning on not soaking the sofa.

The afterglow of the imagination that had filled her head still hadn’t faded. I want to greedily take that c**k into my mouth and squeeze it. Asha’s lips were pressed tight. It was closer to struggling to endure the slowly rising excitement. Just once more….

The moment she fiddled with her fingers and rubbed her peak, a knock sounded from outside. As if a thief were feeling guilty, Asha, who had been doing something lewd, sprang up from the sofa.

“Madam? There’s not much time left until you have to leave for the theater.”

“Uh, h~huh? I understand. I’ll come out shortly!”

At Cecile’s urging, Asha hurriedly shoved the round things into her vaginal opening. Unlike before when it had been shut tight, the vaginal opening, which had loosened up, swallowed the round things smoothly.