Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 39

“Really?”

It was a clear agreement, unlike her holding out for two hours. She didn’t hear wrong, did she? Asha asked back half-doubtingly, and Melissa even nodded her head as if to drive it home.

“The fact that you came here even though there’s a method I taught you last time… means you want a more certain method, right?”

“Yes!”

Perfectly understood. At Melissa seeing through the situation, Asha quickly nodded her head. Melissa leaned back on the sofa and seemed to fall into thought for a moment, then finally opened her mouth.

“There’s a certain shop that’s secretly trending in social circles lately. An adult goods shop for those who want to regain their honeymoon phase? It’s a place mainly targeting noblewomen, so it’s on the relatively safe side. I can’t exactly push Asha into the middle of a back alley, can I?”

“Melissa….”

At Melissa’s heart thinking of her safety, a wave of emotion washed over Asha’s face. One might be tempted to act haughty at the sparkling gaze directed at her, but Melissa only snorted. Pushing a twenty-five-year-old noblewoman alone into a grim back alley adult goods shop? It was equivalent to not being qualified as an adult.

Melissa took out a memo pad, wrote a simple address, and handed it to Asha.

“The thing you need to be careful of is that it’s disguised as a dessert shop. Since keeping this secret is the ‘manners’ of those who visit, it would be good to coordinate your story with your maid too. Finally, say you came by my recommendation. You’ll be able to receive good treatment.”

Melissa warned lowly while pointing at Cecile, and Asha nodded her head more vigorously than ever before. She didn’t forget to grip the paper tightly with both hands as if she would take it back.

“Thank you, Melissa. I’ll be sure to repay you later.”

“My, fellow wives should help each other out. And you’re newlyweds at that.”

Melissa pressed her lips against Asha’s forehead as if wishing her luck. It was treatment like a young niece, but because she knew the affection engraved within it, Asha acted docilely.

“If I get caught in this by Count Bellstein, you have to defend me.”

“Of course.”

Melissa, who had even thriftily taken care of her escape route at the last, saw Asha off with a bright smile. She was intrigued to see how the relationship of the young lovers would flow.

The address Melissa had given was not a very far distance from the boutique. Cecile, who had been sending anxious glances since the time she was being a nuisance at the boutique, let out an inward sigh of relief as Asha headed toward a dessert shop.

‘I’m sorry, Cecile.’

Asha, offering a small internal apology to such a Cecile, looked around. There were two escort knights waiting nearby; they were men she was well-acquainted with, as they were dedicated to her protection. The knight who had helped Asha down from the carriage naturally moved to guard her rear.

“Sir Torman?”

“Yes.”

“I plan to spend a long—time at the dessert shop with Cecile, so you can just wait nearby.”

“Yes. I will keep a lookout in the vicinity, then.”

It was a permission so simple it made her previous tension feel hollow. Of course, they wouldn’t even dream that even someone like Asha would cause trouble at a dessert shop.

Asha, having brushed off the knight with a composed face by drawing out every bit of acting skill she would ever use in her life, stuck close to Cecile’s side. Cecile’s footsteps were light, believing wholeheartedly that they were going to eat dessert. However, the moment they were guided past the clean entrance of the shop and into the deeper interior, Cecile realized things were turning strange.

“My lady?”

“Mhm, Cecile.”

Asha kept tugging on Cecile’s arm to move forward, but Cecile, who was now wearing a grimace like a guardian deity, wouldn’t budge.

“Is this… perhaps one of those places I know of?”

“Mhm, th-that’s right?”

“Not a dessert shop, but a place that sells s*x… toys?”

In Cecile’s eyes, well-crafted—no, hideously distorted c**k models came into view. Not just one, but several.

The feast of devices displayed in a row on the hallway walls as if boasting made Cecile’s head spin. Furthermore, the employee actually showed a proud smile at Cecile’s gaze, causing alarms to ring in her head.

“How could you deceive me so completely—! No, wait. My lady, you’re not just going to devour him, you’re using these hideous things…. No, absolutely not. If you’re going to devour him, just seduce him!”

Cecile shouted as if struggling against her future, which was turning from dim to pitch black. However, Asha, wearing a piteous expression, blinked her eyes and coaxed Cecile.

“Mhm, Cecile. This is all necessary for the great event…. Hmm?”

“What great event? Your marital relationship is already hot, so how much more do you want to burn? Above all, if the Count finds out that I brought my lady here, he’ll try to kill me!”

Cecile, who had been raising her voice, suddenly made eye contact with a ferocious c**k model. It was a sight that contrasted sharply with Asha’s clear face standing in front of it. Cecile didn’t know how she intended to devour the Count, but as someone who had a meeting with the Count before every outing, she didn’t want to know the plan. She didn’t want to lend a hand, let alone a foot.

Cecile, clearly seeing her own future, pulled Asha’s hand.

“No. It would be best to go back.”

“Cecile!”