Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 35

A gentle early summer breeze blew in.

It was a mild wind, without a single trace of sharp chill. In Peliche, where summer had fast approached, lush greenery cast its shadows. The soft wind, the greenery, and the bright sunlight breaking upon the water created a vibrant and peaceful atmosphere.

Early summer had also descended upon Bellstein Castle, situated within the Peliche territory. The view through the bedroom window was undeniably that of early summer. However, unlike the peaceful atmosphere filling the outside, the inside of the bedroom was a total mess. From clothes scattered here and there to crooked furniture. It was a sight that allowed one to guess at the great event of yesterday.

“Uu.”

Asha, who had fallen into a deep sleep, let out a groan. It was clear she was forcing her eyes open at the breeze tickling her shoulders.

“Uuugh.”

Asha’s face as she blinked was wretched. Her torn lips were flushed red, and because of her swollen eyelids, she couldn’t open her eyes properly, looking bleary-eyed. If Asha had looked in a mirror, she would have judged her appearance to be a mess from head to toe.

Asha, who was groaning, shut her mouth at the stinging pain felt in her lips.

Why did I end up like this….

Asha looked up at Harriet, who had her body bound in his arms. Unlike her disheveled self, his face was irritatingly peaceful. In a sudden surge of annoyance, Asha raised her dainty fist. However, her weakened hand failed to achieve its goal and fell back down with a thud.

I’d rather die than suffer like this.

Asha turned her back to him and lay down as if ignoring him. It was merely the act of turning over within his embrace, but it was the greatest revenge Asha could muster.

Asha curled her stinging lips and began to carefully retrace what the cause of yesterday’s defeat was.

On the way home after watching the opera at the theater, the fact that she had to suck his c**k every day was despairing, but gradually her mind started working in a different direction.

Maybe… isn’t this a gain?

If he allows the sucking, he might let me put it in too.

It was a story that would have made Harriet clutch the back of his neck had he known, but Asha’s head, having tasted a trick, was spinning faster than ever. In her mind, the massive c**k that kept rubbing against her b*****k cleavage kept floating around. If he was a man with s****l desire too, wouldn’t he eventually fall hook, line, and sinker for her seduction?

Asha reached a very simple conclusion, and last night was the first day she put that conclusion into action.

But far from falling for the seduction, Harriet…

‘Asha, hands.’

‘Ngh, I can’t, I can’t let go! Put it in! Ack! You’re being… violent.’

‘I knew you were stubborn, but.’

She had clung to him crying, her lips all red and worn down. She even tried to appeal to his sympathy by intentionally wailing loudly. No, if she sucked him off that much, there should be something in return! In her surging emotions, she crawled up onto his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on, but it was no use.

Slap!

Harriet’s hand struck her a*s. Even though her a*s looked like it was only half the size of his large hand, there was no mercy from him. At the forceful touch, Asha’s body, which had been hanging off his neck, jumped. Even her father had never hit her on the a*s, yet Harriet hit that shameful place as if punishing a child.

Tears squeezed out from the shame and sense of injustice.

‘Hic, agh. You’re mean. How, how could you!’

At Asha, who was clinging to him as if his nape were a lifeline, Harriet let out a light sigh.

‘I truly don’t know why you are so obsessed. I don’t know whether to be pleased as a husband or rebuke you for being lecherously obsessed.’

‘I-It’s your fault, you—’

Asha, seeing his softened attitude, stealthily pressed her a*s tightly against his c**k. But before she could rub it even a few times, she was caught, and his large hand ruthlessly flew toward her a*s.

Slap!

‘Ack!’

She quickly fled upward as if she had never lowered her a*s, but it only added the crime of contempt. Harriet lightly tossed Asha, who was screaming and throwing a tantrum saying her lower half felt empty, onto the bed.

‘Villain!’

‘You have a lot to say, my lady. It seems you still have plenty of energy.’

‘Kyaa~~!’

What followed was disastrous. Harriet acted roughly as if to drain all of Asha’s strength, and indeed, she lost consciousness as they reached the end of the tryst. What Asha gained that night was a bedsheet soaked through after six climaxes and a strangely swollen c******s.

Is his patience made of steel bars?