Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 27

Whenever the widest diameter brushed past, she felt a tightness, and the moment it passed that diameter, the sphere was sucked in and settled inside. As she repeated that action for the third time, she felt a heaviness in her lower abdomen. …Will four of them fit?

Holding the last one, Asha tapped her feet anxiously. It was certain that Cecile and the other servants were waiting for her outside, but she didn’t have the confidence to shove the fourth one in. The heartless sphere, unaware of her feelings, showed no sign of shrinking.

After pressing on it for a moment to see if it would shrink even a little, she forced the last one in as Cecile knocked again as if to urge her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m coming out.”

The Madam who hurriedly adjusted her clothes and opened the door was, as always, the image of a modest Countess. It was the skill acquired through the arduous life of a young noblewoman who, even if she had wine spilled on her in a banquet hall, had to adjust her clothes and return to her seat in tens of minutes.

Since the Madam who came out of the door showed a relaxed posture, contrary to her voice which had felt hurried, Cecile tilted her head and tried to peer inside the room. However, the door closed before Cecile could steal a look.

“He will be waiting.”

Pressing her pounding chest in case Cecile might find her behavior strange, Asha moved her steps quickly. Until then, she was feeling a faint sense of relief that she had completed her mission.

It was from the moment the carriage entered the city center that she felt something was strange. Although she was nervous in case she might drop the round things filling her lower abdomen, it was somewhat bearable.

However, from a certain point, she felt a peculiar movement.

At first, she thought she had misfelt the vibration of the carriage. However, it was strange to dismiss the vibration, which was gradually becoming stronger, as merely the shaking of the carriage. It was as if something were alive and moving inside….

“Ugh!”

No sooner had she thought it than her abdomen lurched for a moment. It was the moment her suspicion turned into certainty. The round things were indeed moving with their own will. Only then did Asha understand the meaning of ‘these fellows’ that Harriet had written in the letter.

‘Harriet!’

This was not a simple device, but a monster. A pet monster that lived by feeding on p***y juice.

They were famous enough that rumors circulated among noblewomen in secret, but Asha, who originally had no interest in such fields, had heard of them without any particular sentiment.

But Harriet, how did he know to get such a thing!

She rebuked him inwardly and shifted her body, but the things that had started to squirm showed no sign of stopping. Rather, they began to spit out mucus through the gaps between the round spheres. Asha panted at the mucus that began to pool like rising seed water. It was a vast amount, enough to fill her lower abdomen tightly.

The monsters did not stop there and began to bloat their bodies. Just as the lungs repeat contraction and expansion according to breathing, the things filling her v****a also began to repeat contraction and expansion. When fully expanded, it was so tight it felt like the inner walls would tear, and when they contracted, her abdomen was full from the mucus they spat out.

“Hngh—!”

As the bulging monsters pressed against her bladder, an urge to urinate rose. Asha fidgeted her hips at the sensation that was itchy beyond endurance. She wanted to spread her legs and pull them out right now.

But the pain was brief—as the monsters began to suck on the inner walls, a thrilling pleasure arrived. The monsters attached to the inner walls were merciless, as if determined not to leave even a drop of fluid. The suction power was so strong that she felt for a moment as if the inner walls were being pulled along.

The feeling of being sucked around the vaginal opening and the feeling of having the inner walls sucked meticulously were on different levels. It was like the feeling of dozens of fingers entering and mercilessly crushing her peak.

Asha’s body collapsed forward at the unbearable pleasure. Perhaps it was hard to endure, as her hands were clutching her stomach. A more thrilling pleasure than ever before surged over her, yet something was missing.

Pleasure without a touch that held her tenderly or warmth that embraced her was beyond empty—it was painful.

“Ha~ah!”

As the monsters, expanding all at once, poked out from her vaginal opening, Asha’s fingers curled. If this isn’t torture, then what is it?

She felt miserable at the sight of herself floundering in pleasure without clear external stimulation.

Harriet, Harriet. As the pleasure intensified, she needed him.

If she were with him, he would have wrapped his arms around her with his hot body heat. And he would have given her pleasure while whispering sweet words. Unlike this empty sensation.

The more she recalled the sweetness of the whispers he murmured and his warm body heat, the more intense her thirst became. Like a beggar imagining a drop of water in the middle of a desert, Asha squeezed her eyes shut and licked her lips. The inside of the carriage, filled with shallow breaths, had heated up before she knew it, and Asha, driven to a climax, fell into a trance. By this point, only one thought came to mind.

Harriet.

She was so desperate for him.