Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 55

“J—just….”

“What should I let slide?”

As if he would pierce her c**t at any moment, his thick fingers rubbled threateningly over her underwear. Even though she was wearing underwear, the thin fabric couldn’t block out all of his rough touch. When Asha shrank her body at the pressure felt over her c**t, the wet underwear crumpled as if being pushed inside her.

“The fact that you’ve been spending more time wandering the streets, or that you cutely dropped by Melissa’s dress shop? From the fact that the number of new shops you visit has increased significantly to the fact that your whispering sessions with Cecile have grown longer. Which one should I let slide, Asha?”

“….”

Asha’s mouth shut tight like a clam at the words he rattled off without a hitch. She had known for a long time that her life was being reported to him, but hearing it directly from his mouth came as a fresh shock.

The fingers that had been slowly scratching over her c**t eventually pushed aside the underwear and dug inside. No matter how wet she was, his finger joints were of a thickness that was difficult to swallow all at once. His fingers, which would usually enter slowly out of consideration for Asha, dug into her p***y particularly roughly. At the sensation of being stretched to the point of tearing, groans naturally leaked out.

“Y—you said you were a gentleman! Y—you said you wouldn’t corner me…!”

“There are few gentlemen in Peliche who would just sit by and watch while their wife, who creates a debt of fifty million Rublangs without anyone knowing, has significantly increased her steps outside.”

“Eek!”

Despite her groans, the number of fingers wedging into her c**t steadily increased. Asha’s thighs clamped shut in the middle, but Harriet, as if he had been waiting, grabbed the back of one knee and lightly lifted it.

“Kyaa!”

Asha’s face flushed red at her legs being spread in an instant. Although the hem of her skirt covered the explicit area, she couldn’t erase the feeling of being exposed. She curled her body and grabbed his wrist, but his long fingers toyed with her inner walls as they pleased. Just as fear surged that he might be filling her belly so much he’d reach somewhere he shouldn’t, his fingertips poked the spot that made Asha feel. It was at this moment that Asha, unable to bear it any longer, raised her voice.

“Darling!”

The fingers that had been acting callously stopped at once. Noticing Harriet’s agitation, Asha did not miss this chance and quickly made a crying sound. She didn’t forget to rub her cheeks haphazardly against Harriet’s face as he leaned against her neck.

“S—save me. No, l—let it all slide! Please pretend not to know!”

“…Oh my.”

“Darling, please?”

“I don’t want to.”

At the spiteful words, Asha looked up at Harriet with piteous eyes. However, the olive eyes she met were not cold at all, but rather held a faint pleasure. Asha’s eyes sparkled with hope.

“It’s… not something that will cause debt. It’s not anything strange… and I swear it’s not something that will tarnish the honor of the Countess of Bellstein. Please? Your honor, too.”

“As if honor matters.”

“Don’t you trust me, Harriet? Even though I am a Bellstein now, I am from the Halswein family of good faith.”

At her blunt remark, Harriet bit the tip of Asha’s nose. Of all people—the Halswein heretic, the so-called wild filly—she really had the nerve to bring up that name.

“Trust me. Please? Harriet….”

“…Haa.”

Even though faint teeth marks remained, Asha didn’t care and pushed her face even closer. At that sight, Harriet finally let out a sigh. Truly, she was one born with a talent for begging.

“…I’m letting it slide only this once. Don’t you ever avoid me, be surprised by me, or try to hide from me again. Fix that strange movement route, and wrap up those whispering sessions with Cecile, too.”

At Harriet’s softened words, Asha nodded rapidly.

“I—I’ll wrap it all up. Everything.”

At Asha’s words, Harriet fell silent for a moment. When Asha’s thighs twitched at the heavy silence, Harriet leaned his forehead firmly against Asha’s shoulder as if suppressing his arousal. It was a silent permission.

Asha placed both hands on Harriet’s cheeks, pulled him in, and kissed him. The moment their lips met, Asha’s tongue hastily dug into Harriet’s mouth. It was an act to drive in a wedge so Harriet couldn’t take back his words. At the cheeky behavior, Harriet firmly gripped Asha’s b******s and rummaged through her mouth. It was a rough movement, as if trying to shake off his uncomfortable feelings.

The passionate kiss between the two only ended after Asha’s lower lip was swollen as if it would burst. As soon as their lips parted, Asha quickly pulled her body away as if she had never acted piteously. Harriet cocked an eyebrow at the quick movement. Even though she clearly noticed his dissatisfaction, Asha feigned ignorance and pecked Harriet’s cheek. Truly, only her tricks had increased.

As Harriet wrapped his arms around her waist as if to press their lips together again, Asha caught his arm.

“W-we have to have dinner soon—I can’t go looking like this, can I? Right?”

“Part of me wants to have dinner with you completely naked. What do you think, my lady?”

“Oh my, please consider my dignity before the servants, Harriet.”