Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 65

His thick hand pressed down on Asha’s back as he murmured in a low voice.

“I know. But look at your state. What is this if not the wild filly of Halswein?”

At the mention of a nickname she had only heard in her childhood, Asha’s cheeks flushed of their own accord. To bring up her immature days now was petty. Stung by his words, she could no longer run wild and only fidgeted her hands in small rebellion. The more she did, the more she felt the soft lining of the rope against her skin, which was appalling. It was said to be a favorite of noble ladies, and in this regard, the quality was pointlessly good.

Harriet must have felt the soft material as well, as his touch while tying the rope was merciless.

Have you ever experienced having your wrists and ankles tied together while lying face down?

Experiencing such a hideous posture for the first time in her life, Asha’s face felt like it would explode any second. This posture… doesn’t it look just like a frog!

With her legs spread wide and tied together with her wrists, she was in a state where she was exposing her entire p***y to him as he sat below her. To think one could want to die from a posture alone—it was a very novel experience.

Unlike the groaning Asha, Harriet seemed to like the posture, as he withdrew his hands after neatly finishing the final knot. She tried shaking her limbs just in case, but mercilessly, the rope didn’t budge.

He was a truly meticulous man, her husband.

Because she was lying face down, she couldn’t know what Harriet was doing behind her. The only things she could guess were his faint breathing and his presence. Even though her eyes weren’t covered, all the senses in her body began to sharpen. Her ears twitched at his smallest movement.

Asha, glancing sideways like a puppy gauging his reaction, murmured an apology she didn’t mean. It was close to a bait she threw out, hoping his heart might soften.

“…I’m sorry.”

“As if you mean it.”

Spank—!

“Ack!”

The slap that suddenly fell on her white a*s was more shocking than she had imagined. No, it really hurt. Asha let out a shrill scream at the pain, which was on a different level than the playful hits from before.

But instead of soothing her, he struck her a*s two or three more times. It was because the feel of her b******s against his palm and the way the color turned red immediately upon contact had aroused him. It was an impulsive choice, unlike Harriet.

“Ack~! It hurts. It hurts! Sob, sob.”

Asha wiggled her a*s hard to dissipate the pain. But did Asha know? That such movements stimulated his lust. Every time Asha applied strength, her flesh twitched, and the c**t connected to it repeatedly tightened in tandem. Even in this situation, her hole, desperate as she imagined the moment of being ravished, was even grateful for the incoming hands.

As Harriet raised his hand, her white a*s, guessing the strike that would fall on it, tensed up. But when the blow didn’t fall immediately, the soft mounds of flesh shook slightly, twitching as if having lost their way. It was a natural course for heat to well up in the green eyes watching this.

In the pitifully trembling body, an unexpected spot caught Harriet’s eye. It was the pink back hole hidden between her white b******s. That place, with its dense wrinkles, was still fluttering, perhaps unable to shake off the aftermath of the impact.

“Ahh!”

Asha let out a shrill scream at the horrifying sensation that suddenly spread from her back hole. The twitching back hole instantly constricted like a closing clam. Even at the tightly closed hole that seemed to say it would never give way, his fingernails persistently followed, tickling the surface. He poked it sharply and gently scratched down the wrinkles.

The sensation spreading in her secret place brought about an unspeakable shame.

“No, not there, really. Really not there, Harriet!”

It was a place she had never shown to anyone. That was why it was even more shameful. Even though she knew she couldn’t move much in her bound state, Asha twisted her lower body haphazardly to escape Harriet’s touch. She even rubbed her thighs to crawl forward. But ridiculously, despite her efforts, it only looked like she was shaking her a*s.

His smile only deepened at her scream of struggle. He mischievously tickled her back hole along her shaking b******s. He traced all the way down the tailbone connected to the finely wrinkled spot. Shudder, goosebumps rose on the back of Asha’s neck.

As the obsessive touch continued, Asha’s expression began to distort. It should have been unpleasant and painful. It certainly should have been… but as the touches piled up, a faint pleasure spread. It reached the point where her body trembled on its own when he tickled the area around the wrinkled hole and then scratched the flesh hard.

To feel pleasure from the hole used for defecation… she had never heard of such a thing anywhere.

But if this happened… wouldn’t it make her seem like an incredibly lewd person!

Her voice, which had been snapping fiercely, gradually lost its strength and began to tremble. The moisture at the end of her words carried the pleasure Asha couldn’t quite hide. Harriet’s gaze, which had been obsessively watching her back hole, shifted slightly downward.

He had suspected it. Usually, when ticklishness reaches its peak, whether it’s the thighs or the c******s wedged in the p***y, it tends to tremble. But he hadn’t expected this….

“Nngh~”