Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 36

Slowly, her regret over the c**k began to distort into obsession and longing. No, it was close to spite. What was such a thing as a c**k that he wouldn’t put it inside his wife!

Asha, who had been lying with her back turned as if sulking, stealthily turned back over. Then, she slowly waved her hand over Harriet’s face. His elegant eyelashes remained tightly closed without a tremor at Asha’s gesture. Having confirmed he was asleep, Asha slinked over and pulled down the blanket Harriet was covered with.

Sss—

The sound of cloth and skin brushing echoed in the silent room. Asha naturally held her breath. As the soft cloth went down, a ferocious body was revealed. Well-tanned skin and densely packed muscles—how could a merchant who spends his life sitting in a chair holding a pen possess such a body?

Asha, carefully swallowing the saliva pooling at the back of her throat, lowered the blanket to his navel. Her hands twitched uncontrollably from the thrilling tension.

The moment the slowly descending blanket caught on his crotch, a thick hand snatched her.

“Kyaa!”

“My lady.”

Eyes without a hint of sleepiness turned toward Asha. The moment they met, they crinkled slightly, showing he clearly knew exactly what kind of mischief Asha had been up to.

“W-were you pretending to be asleep just now?”

“Having a lewd wife who ravages her sleeping husband, I had no choice.”

Harriet lightly gripped both of Asha’s wrists and pinned them to the bed. Asha’s resistance to not lie down was fierce, but Harriet pressed his lips against her cheek as if to tell her to calm down.

“It seems last night’s tryst was insufficient for you. To be this full of vigor…. Have you hit a late puberty?”

Asha, flared up by Harriet’s words treating her like a child, tossed and turned her body.

“Harriet, did you forget I’m twenty-five? Such a thing as puberty passed long ago!”

“If so, this vigor… must be due to your innate lewdness.”

The lips that had been softly rubbing against her cheek slid to her ear. The movement of his tongue licking up her skin became increasingly dense. As the wet flesh touched her sensitive ear, Asha’s body shriveled up of its own accord.

“Look at this, getting so heated up just from a few licks.”

“That’s because you keep licking….”

Despite Asha’s whining, the movement of his tongue slowly licking her skin did not stop. As the hot flesh rubbed against her, a faint itchiness spread in her lower abdomen, so Asha hugged Harriet’s head tightly and struggled to settle the pleasure. It was a habit she had developed recently.

His deep green eyes curved roundly. To think that after floundering in pleasure, the only thing she can grab as a lifeline is him. It was a habit that was beyond cute—it was pitiable.

After rubbing their lips together slowly under the fresh morning sun for a long time, Asha, who had started to get heated up, whined as she pressed her lips to Harriet’s cheek, feeling parched.

“Harriet…. It’s already been several weeks since we’ve been abstinent. Hmm? Can’t we just stop this and… let me put it in?”

“It was only yesterday that we held a tryst until our lips were worn down, my lady.”

As Harriet’s thumb pressed firmly against Asha’s lips, the skin that had been chafed yesterday stung. Having seen a possibility in him for not rejecting her flatly, Asha did not give up and pestered him.

“Not that. Hmm? Can’t you put it in?”

How could she make him give in? She poked her tongue out and lightly licked her lips and his thumb, then looked at him with the most alluring expression possible. Would it be more stimulating to look at him sharply, or would it be better to look down piteously? Her small head spun rapidly even in that short moment.

Asha, watching him as he gave no reaction, poked her tongue out once more and licked her lips. And just as she was looking at him with eyes full of expectation.

“Pfft—”

He’s laughing?

The expression on Asha’s face, which had been filled with faint hope, crumbled in an instant. After being dumbfounded at him laughing cheerfully for a moment, Asha scowled fiercely at the anger that surged up late.

“Did you just laugh?”

“No, no. Haa—It’s just… you were too cute.”

Harriet, while watching Asha’s reaction, swallowed the rest of his words—that she looked just like a puppy licking its chops a moment ago. It was because he felt he wouldn’t be able to handle her wrath if he said that much.

“You were mocking me!”

His wife, who was quick-witted only in these kinds of situations, did not fall for his poor excuse. She went beyond arguing and tried to devour him. But who was he? Harriet brushed it off with a sly smile and rose from the bed.

“I wondered what you were worrying so much about since morning, were you thinking about my crotch?”

“But you keep just teasing me! I even lost sleep last night. You kept just… hitting my a*s…. Look, my lips are all swollen too! It still stings and hurts.”

When she leaned her face in as if arguing while holding onto him, Harriet actively looked into the injury. Mischief was dripping from his playful actions.

“Let’s have a look. Shall we start with your reddened a*s?”

“Harriet!”