Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 30

“No, Harriet.”

It was an instinctive refusal. Despite the answer that came out flatly, Harriet didn’t look offended but merely laughed lowly. Asha, who looked like she was about to have her lower half exposed right now, continued in a pleading tone. She seemed unaware that her gaze, looking at him as if clinging to him, was driving Harriet crazy.

“It would be one thing if we were at the mansion, but this is a theater. A theater! If you do such a thing in a sacred theater like this, and on this occasion celebrating the birth of the Saintess, you’re bound to receive divine punishment. It’s fine to just tease me, but this kind of thing….”

“How far has your imagination gone, my lady? Your imagination always gets ahead of me, so how can you say I am the only one who is lewd?”

Harriet stroked Asha’s cheek, which had turned red before she knew it. Asha didn’t fall for his trickery and stood her ground.

“Hmph, whatever. No matter what. No matter what you imagined, or what I imagined, it’s a no. I already fulfilled my duty just by… coming here with the gift inside. Aren’t you embarrassed to face Lopheus?”

“Am I not too modest to be compared to that libertine who took turns coveting many women? I am merely faithful to my wife.”

Due to the darkness that had settled in the theater, his face looked blurry as if painted with ink. Nevertheless, his deep green eyes shone clearly, so it was impossible not to know the fact that his green eyes were following her persistently. The hand that had been softly stroking Asha’s shoulder slid down and gripped her thigh.

“My lady, even God will turn a blind eye to our irreverent deeds if it’s for the fifty million Rublangs you borrowed. Since the amount the temple can handle at one time doesn’t reach that.”

“Are you not afraid of the crime of blasphemy?”

“Asha.”

The fine silk dress crumpled in his hand. Even though it was an incredibly slow touch, it gave off a threatening atmosphere as if it would thrust toward the center at any moment.

“No matter what you say, I must receive the night you sold off.”

From across the stage, voices singing of chastity and nobility rang out. Harriet leaned his body toward Asha and swallowed her red lips. He might as well have devoured her ravenously as much as he was parched, yet he kissed her slowly as if chewing and swallowing thoroughly. It was a movement close to savoring.

In Asha’s head, as she felt the hot flesh touching her lips, a fierce bloody battle broke out.

If things continued like this, it was certain she would be stripped bare and subjected to all sorts of shameful things just like at the restaurant, and she would never even get a glimpse of his crotch. Therefore, rationally, it was right to push him away.

But it was so sweet that for Asha, who had been doing lewd things while imagining him even before entering the theater, it was an unbearable stimulation. Was it any wonder that when Harriet pulled his head back, she poked her small tongue out and tried to follow him? Even though she knew the shameful things that would follow, she couldn’t stop the ecstatic kiss.

“Hngh—”

Asha regained her reason the moment her underwear was pulled down by his hand. She reminded herself that the moment she lost the underwear that supported her from below, she would spill everything inside as her strength failed. Asha, her body frozen, grabbed his wrist to stop his hand. However, Harriet didn’t back down and lingeringly entangled his tongue with hers.

If I get caught up like this, I’m certain to be ravaged into a mess before I can even try Melissa’s direct approach!

An intuition flashed in Asha’s head.

“Harri~ah~!”

Asha quickly tapped Harriet’s back, trying to stop him. If she tapped desperately, he might have looked back, but as her hand movements grew more forceful, Harriet’s kiss also grew rougher.

“Asha, Asha. Smch.”

“Hng~~”

A strong grip dug into her thigh, and Harriet’s gentlemanly aura began to gradually become irritable and sharp. He acted as if he would bite her lips off, and his hands twitched as if he were holding back the urge to crush her. The aura of him suppressing himself out of fear that Asha might get hurt if he gripped her wrong was clear. Asha, whose intuition was incredibly good, didn’t miss that gap and opened her mouth.

“Ouch!”

It was an awkwardly bad piece of acting. Even at the obvious acting, Harriet backed away a beat late. His green eyes were turbidly messy with desire he couldn’t yet put away, but the aura of him trying to suppress it was evident.

“Treating me like Pavlov’s dog, I see.”

Asha, having escaped the touch that had bound her body, froze at his piercing gaze. It was the first time she had seen such a sharp look. For a moment, she prayed that the surging fear was due to the darkness in the theater, but the savagery restrained by his polite clothes could not be hidden.

Faster than his thick hand could snatch Asha, Asha knelt at his feet.

“I should have corrected this wicked habit of yours long ago.”