Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 66

Harriet’s index finger, which had slid down while tracing her b******s, poked the surface of her vaginal opening. Even though it was a simple action of lightly touching and pulling away, a long string of fluid stretched from his fingertip. A glistening, thick liquid—it was p***y juice.

“You’re in heat, Asha.”

At Harriet’s words laced with laughter, Asha buried her face in the bed. It was a struggle to ignore reality, but he didn’t let Asha escape.

“While having your back hole scratched, nonetheless.”

Poke, as if to show her, Harriet’s finger poked the wet vaginal opening. Even at the undeniable evidence, Asha made a crying sound and shook her head.

“No, I’m not. It’s because you keep touching me!”

“I knew you were lewd… but to think you were this lewd. I’m glad. That your husband is me. Otherwise, who could ever handle you?”

“No, I’m not… hieek!”

In an instant, two fingers were thrust into her vaginal opening. Then, as if scraping out all the p***y juice soaking the inside, he pulled them straight out toward the opening. The inner walls, clinging like suction cups, were dragged along with the fingers. Fear even welled up that her inner flesh might be dragged out due to the sudden movement.

“Hng! Harriet, ugh~”

She hurriedly constricted her vaginal opening to try and stop what was pouring out, but it wasn’t a meaningful struggle.

“What were you planning to do to me today? Were you going to lewdly soak your p***y and beg me to put it in?”

Go on, tell me.

Harriet spoke, mimicking a deceptively sweet voice. As he forced his fingers out, prying through the tightening depths, a gush of love juices followed the hook-like curve of his fingertips. There was so much fluid that a circular wet patch formed on the sheets beneath her g******s. Despite the soaking mark, Harriet repeatedly scraped out more of the juices. It was the one shameful part his wife, who loved to hide things, couldn’t conceal.

“Asha, hmm? Answer me. What exactly were you planning to do?”

“….”

Squish—

The friction between the tightening vaginal opening and the love juices made an embarrassing sound. Thinking there was no way to escape now that Harriet had decided to tease her, Asha buried her head in the duvet and held her breath. Since things had come to this, she intended to endure as long as possible to make Harriet lose interest. Even if she couldn’t hide her twitching p***y.

When Asha fell silent, Harriet leisurely stood up and took something out of a drawer. Unlike Asha, who was stiff with tension, his movements were relaxed.

“I saw an aphrodisiac mixed in among the things you prepared…. Asha, did you know that aphrodisiacs come in more varieties than you’d think?”

What he held in his hand was a round ointment tin. Detecting danger in the rattling sound, Asha lifted her head, but she couldn’t see Harriet, who had already returned to his spot.

Opening the lid and scooping out some ointment, Harriet reached for her g******s without hesitation. The slimy ointment touched the tip of the peak nestled between her labia. It was a cold, slippery sensation.

Asha tried to pull her body forward to escape the unfamiliar feeling, but his index finger followed her tenaciously. He smeared the soft flesh between the peak and the labia, his finger creating friction against her urethral opening. A sensation that brought on a sense of urgency to urinate—different from mere pleasure—caused her lower abdomen to tense up completely.

“Among them, ointment-type aphrodisiacs have the characteristic of making only the applied area burn, unlike those that heat up the entire body.”

“H~Harriet….”

His touch was delicate. He pried apart the folds to ensure the ointment soaked well into the clitoral hood, meticulously navigating every wrinkle. A bizarre heat began to rise from the tip of the peak where the ointment was first applied.

Would it feel like this if insects were gnawing at her flesh? A faint itch began to spread like fire.

“It’s nice to have one’s brain melt while begging… but this is an ointment favored by those who want to see their partner go mad while remaining perfectly sane. So….”

“Ah~ah. No, no, Harriet. Hng, h~hngh!”

Thrust— The ointment coating Harriet’s finger was pushed deep into her v****a. It was a large amount, more than her narrow insides could fully contain. What spread after the sticky sensation was… an insane itchiness and heat.

“You’re going to go mad.”

“Ahhh!”

First, her c******s was twisted, and then her vaginal opening was mercilessly poked. Every touch was ruthless and cruel.

“Hng… it h~hurts….”