Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 34

Asha, who let out a sound mixed with annoyance at him for being obsessive, opened her mouth wide. It was a strange action, yet one that quite pleased him. Harriet boisterously poked into the mouth Asha had offered and slowly rubbed his c**k against her lower area. He thrust his hips and also kneaded the b******s held in his hands as much as he could.

The tryst of sucking and licking came to an end when the melody announcing the final act of the opera came out. Even after e*********g, he rubbed against her so obsessively that the skin scraped by his p***s had long since turned red.

From her lower half which had turned soaking wet to her sweat-soaked body, there wasn’t a single spot that didn’t feel unpleasant. However, her body, which had been struck by lethargy, slumped like water-soaked cotton. After struggling a few times to move, Asha gave up on moving and leaned her head quietly on Harriet’s chest, listening to the melody of the opera.

The peaceful atmosphere was brief—Asha flinched as something dug into her.

“Harriet!”

As Asha quickly looked down, his finger, which was halfway through her vaginal opening, was caught red-handed. What was on his fingertip was clearly his s***n. Even though he was caught at the scene, he had the brazen face to gather the leaking s***n and put it back in.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“What is the problem with giving my seed to my lady?”

“This is a matter of common sense! Ugh!”

As his long finger dug into her vaginal opening, a bizarre sensation spread.

“Harriet, take your hand out!”

“Shh, Asha. If you raise your voice like that, the sound might be heard in the next box seat.”

She tried to block his finger by squeezing her thighs, but it was not enough. Since there was such a difference in weight classes to begin with, there was no way she could stop him even if she resisted with strength. A few childish scuffles continued, but Harriet ultimatey only stopped his touch after pushing all the s***n he had e********d into Asha.

He had a clean face, enough to make the fetishistic act feel like a dream.

‘Fraudulent… marriage?’

It was a truth she had realized after a year and a half of marriage.

Regardless of Asha being dazed, Harriet began to act the part of a tender husband. He was so faithful to that role that he even wiped Asha’s body with a soft handkerchief and adjusted her appearance.

Asha, who had been overworked by him until just now, felt good at the soft touch reaching her skin and rubbed her cheek against his chest. Warmth spread.

“Asha.”

“Yes—”

“This is the only time I will overlook such a cute stunt.”

“Ye… yes?”

Asha, who had regained her fading consciousness, raised her gaze and looked at Harriet. His curved eyes shone dangerously.

“Wa—wasn’t that a finished story…?”

“According to whose will?”

“B-But that was just because I wanted to please you….”

It was unfair enough that she ended up begging on her knees while trying to do something men liked, but she ended up flaring up at his words blaming her for her mistake. Asha looked directly into his eyes and shifted her hips, but she had no choice but to avert her gaze upon seeing his cold green eyes.

“Was it not that you used a trick to try and eat my c**k somehow? Even though I told you it was that dangerous.”

“A trick…. T-To be honest, Harriet liked it too. I liked it.”

At Asha who instead came out brazenly, Harriet pulled the corner of his mouth up.

“It seems my lady is a sucker for acts related to c**k.”

“Harriet, how can you say such a thing…!”

“Since I declared that I would not insert myself into such a lady during the contract period, how cruel a thing it must have been.”

“Pardon?”

At Harriet’s tone, which had softened as if he understood her, a faint sense of expectation also dwelt in Asha’s eyes.

Because it’s cruel? You’re stopping now? You’re going to do this and that with me now? Asha, overwhelmed by the pouring imagination, slightly knit her eyebrows into an eight-shape and looked up at Harriet. It was an expression as if she were entreating him.

“Th-then, ending the contract….”

“Every night.”

Harriet reached out his thumb and swept it down Asha’s lips. At the touch that felt as if it would dig in at any moment, Asha’s lips twitched.

“Every night, I will let you hold it in your mouth.”

“Every night? Wh-what will I….”

“Yes, the c**k you like. As a husband, I should do at least that much.”

“Wait a minute, that I like it?”

Asha’s mouth gaped, not knowing where to continue her words. To claim now that she didn’t enjoy it, it was certain she would be scolded for what she had just done, and to agree here, she was worried about her lips that would be swollen every day. Asha’s mind became distant, but Harriet drove in the final nail, saying it was already decided.

“Look forward to it, my lady.”

“Aaah.”

Why does it always flow like this? She just… wanted to roll around with her husband into a mess. No, if she thought about it, was it a gain? At her jumbled thoughts, Asha eventually closed her eyes. The path ahead was very dark and pitch black, just like her future.

Aaah, seriously….

It was nothing but despair.