Rise of the NTR Villain 2: An Isekai NTR Cheating Harem Fantasy by N. T. Robinson & Hankyu Hikaru

Author:N. T. Robinson & Hankyu Hikaru [Robinson, N. T. & Hikaru, Hankyu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2024-04-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

I began my “seduction” of Ilaria Stone by kneeling down and sliding my cock into her mouth. She didn’t even blink. She sucked on it absently like a lollipop as she continued to flip through the pages of her book at high speed.

After a few minutes, she spat out my cock and said, in a monotone voice:

“That should be sufficient lubrication. Please begin penetration.”

What a woman …

Even with artificial lubrication Ilaria’s pussy was too dry. I might as well have been trying to insert my dick into the heart of the Mojave Desert.

She wasn’t turned on by me at all.

I stepped away, frowning. What was the fun in fucking a woman who didn’t even want to have sex with me? I needed to turn her on first.

But how?

Maybe if I finger her …

I licked my thumb and played with Ilaria’s clit like a kid with a video game controller. I made circles. I tried flicking her nub up and down. I tried mashing her button. I even tried inputting the Konami Code.

Up-up-down-down-left-right-left-right.

Nothing worked.

I sighed and put my face in my hands. Meanwhile Ilaria had finished The Cephalic Properties of Jellyfish Swarms and was speeding her way through Octopi or Octopuses? An Explorative Essay on Modern Grammars.

I was stunned. This had never happened in my life. I’d had bad sex before. Girls had given me the finger, made disgusted faces at the sight of my dick, even punched me in the nose or walked out on me.

But Ilaria wasn’t like those girls. She wasn’t disappointed at my premature ejaculation or disgusted by the sight of my dick. She wasn’t anything. It was like trying to have sex with a block of stone.

Or a gargoyle.

A gargoyle?

Two disparate ideas clinked together like whiskey glasses in a jazz bar. A theory formed in my mind.

“Wait a second …” I murmured.

“I’ve been waiting for much longer than a second,” Ilaria replied, flipping the page.

I ignored her, trying to race my thoughts through the possibilities. Gargolyism. House of Stone. Could Ilaria’s lack of sexual interest be related to the condition experienced by her hospital’s patients? Ilaria wasn’t grey-skinned, or stiff as a log, but her insensitivity matched theirs.

Suddenly I had an idea. A stupid, juvenile, idiotic idea. But not any more stupid or juvenile than trying to input the Konami Code onto a woman’s clit.

I stepped away from Ilaria and went to her desk. Still on the tabletop with its seal removed and lid off was the jar of red-orange dragonbreath paste.

Ilaria had mentioned that it helped restore sensitivity and increase blood flow. So what would happen if I used it on Ilaria, who was practically the dictionary definition of “insensitive?”

“Mind if I apply a little ointment?”

“No. But do hurry this up. It hurts my neck to read in this position.”

I grabbed the jar. Using my little finger, I scooped up a dime-size lozenge of the herbal ointment. Then, returning to Ilaria’s side, I spread her legs, leaned in close, and rubbed my pinky against her clit.

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