Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 28

The well-developed commercial district flickered past the window. Neatly built structures and eye-catching scenery unfolded, but they did not enter Asha’s eyes. Fortunately, after a brief climax, the monsters were quiet until they arrived at the theater. It was thanks to Asha, who had reached a climax, spilling p***y juice sloppily. Whether they had returned to the state she first saw them in, they didn’t move, and she only felt an uncomfortable sense of a foreign object.

The carriage approaching the theater district slowed down and soon stopped completely in front of the theater.

With a clunk, the door opened from the outside and Harriet appeared. it was an ecstatic moment, enough to feel like an angel’s salvation. Asha looked at Harriet as if pleading, without realizing it. It was a gaze containing her inner thoughts, asking him to do something quickly since he clearly knew her situation.

Her watery eyes sparkled prettily as they caught the sunlight. Perhaps because they were blue eyes, they looked like the shimmering reflections on a large lake.

Those sparkling eyes were looking solely at Harriet.

And with desperation.

Harriet secretly licked his lips. It was because he, too, felt a terrible thirst the moment he faced Asha.

He reached out his hand later than usual. It was a mistake unlike him, but Asha, soaked in pleasure, did not notice that fact. Only after they held hands did his eyes following her curve into a smile. The eyes that had been sharply scanning her condition instantly began to show signs of early summer. The refreshing aura of early summer that Asha liked.

“Harriet, ugh!”

Holding his hand, Asha moved her body hurriedly to approach him. But was it because of the vigorous movement? The monsters struck against the inner walls, and at the sudden stimulation, Asha lost her balance. She wanted to stretch her legs to find her balance, but she felt that if she spread her legs here, everything inside would pour out. It was a moment of dilemma.

Fortunately, however, before she could tumble to the ground, Harriet’s hand pulled Asha and received her stably. As if perfectly fitted, Asha’s small body filled his embrace. Her body heat, heated by the faint pleasure, and her softly loosened flesh were felt vividly through her skin.

“It seems today is a day for me.”

“Pardon?”

Harriet tightened his grip on Asha and murmured softly. It was a voice that sounded as if he were overwhelmed by something, but Asha, who hadn’t regained her senses in the sudden situation, only blinked stupidly. Although Asha, who came to her senses late, asked back what he said, Harriet only shook his head as if it were nothing.

Before Asha could say anything more, Harriet held the hem of her dress so that she could step on the ground.

“Gasp. Harriet, not that—”

Asha, who had come to her senses, instinctively clung to him. She intended to beg him to take this thing out quickly. However, the early summer breeze that brushed her cheek reminded her of where she was.

She had completely forgotten where she was.

To think she had tried to hang on Harriet in front of a theater where dozens or hundreds of people were gathered. A belated shame flushed her cheeks.

Who was Harriet? He was the man who had handed his wife a strange monster as a gift. It was certain that even if Asha begged to go home, he would pretend not to hear. Rather, he would entice Asha, saying he would take it out himself using a perverted method.

Asha, having thought that far, shut her mouth tight like a clam. It was best to endure until the play was over, even if it were a little uncomfortable. To change the subject, Asha continued speaking while feigning a nonchalant tone.

“Th-thank you. That could have been a disaster.”

At her change of attitude, Harriet raised his eyebrows slightly. It was an expression suggesting he knew what kind of calculation she had made in that small head. He instead wore a mischievous smile and leaned his body toward Asha. His mischievous smile was like a preview before spitting out obscene or strange words. Asha, who knew that fact, faltered and observed him with narrow eyes.

A low voice reached her ear.

[Did you put the gift I gave you in well, my lady?]

The flustered Asha glanced around without realizing it. But how could the people around her know of the existence of the secret gift? They were all just looking on with curious eyes, wondering if the arrival of the Count and Countess Bellstein was fascinating. Asha, who finally felt relieved, hurriedly rebuked him. She continued her words so hurriedly that she even stuttered.

“L-let’s talk inside. Where on earth did you find such a thing, Harriet?”

“There are ways. Ways that a modest lady wouldn’t know.”

“Hmph, why did it have to be something like this? It’s strange, and seriously. Ngh!”

Asha tightened her b******s at the feeling that it might slide out at any moment. It would have been better if it were fixed, but as it moved in different directions every time she took a step and acted as if it were about to pour out precariously, she couldn’t stop her tension.

Asha, who put strength in her lower abdomen, pressed down on her heated cheeks with the back of her hand. Harriet, who was watching her actions from right next to her, grabbed her b******s firmly while pretending to wrap his arm around her waist.

“Harriet!”