Reborn as the Failed Lord with my Resource Gathering System.-Chapter 204: Ishtar’s demanding attention.

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"Here you go; I managed to get more books from the academy like you requested," Ishtar uttered, gently placing the stacks of books on the table.

In the chair next to the table, Dorian was seated, dressed in nothing but his underwear and a grey singlet.

He had a book open on his palm and another on the table, all while he held a cup of wine in one hand.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"Yes, it is. You’ve read a total of 10 books in the span of a few minutes. How exactly does my husband’s brain work?"

Ishtar bent down not too far from his legs and placed both her hands on her thighs so she could fully balance herself.

Dorian looked at her. "You could say I was only skimming through them. Nothing major." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The moment he uttered those words, he immediately turned his attention back to the books.

Ishtar pouted.

In as much as she knew he was trying to get more research to understand the origins of the witch, gods, and so on, he had not given her the smallest bit of his attention. At least not as much as he would have given Maria if she were here.

As he was reading, an idea suddenly hit her, followed by a small grin at the side of her lips. She slowly reached for his zipper, her tongue sticking out as she reached inside his pants and pulled out his dick.

To her surprise, it was already rock hard, but what surprised her even more was the fact that Dorian was barely paying any attention to her.

She simply smiled and turned her gaze back to the throbbing cock before her. She was certain she could get his attention after sucking him off a few times.

Holding his cock with one hand, Ishtar slowly began to stroke it gently, the smile on her face evident as she moved her face closer.

Finally, Dorian moved the book away from his face and looked at her.

"If you really wanted to do something like that, you should have invited me to the room, you know."

Still holding the book, he placed his other hand directly on top of Ishtar’s head. Ishtar instantly grabbed his hand and pushed it down, taking hold of a single finger that she gently placed directly into her mouth.

"You keep reading. Don’t let me distract you, O Great Lord of Dragons."

Dorian couldn’t help but smile at her comment. It was obvious she was upset about something, and this was her way of acting out.

Ishtar was in no way normal, and he knew that for a fact. For all he knew, she could be testing him to see if he still had the same self-control he used to.

Acknowledging what she was doing, Dorian shoved the book back in front of his face and continued reading.

’Honestly, she can be such a child sometimes.’

Even before he was allowed to read a single word, the warm feeling of his cock getting sucked into a warm, wet mouth vibrated through his entire body.

He knew for a fact Ishtar had put his dick in her mouth, but at the same time, he needed to act like he didn’t care.

The slurping sound as she went back and forth, sucking with saliva leaking down the side of his member and reaching his balls, continued to echo through the room.

It was hard, but he pulled through nevertheless. Mainly because, in that very moment, his eyes picked up on something else.

’The Witch’s Cult. Don’t tell me...’

So far, from everything he had been reading in the books, all he had learned was the upbringing of the kingdom and how it came to be—the previous kings who ruled and the wars they fought.

Along the lines, he learned more about the great sword of history, Faja, and how it was used as a way to keep a barrier above the entire kingdom in times of crisis.

But that wasn’t what fully surprised him. It was also written that the sword Faja drains the life of those who wield it. However, no other information was issued after that.

The rest merely spoke about how it was the only weapon rumored to be capable of killing witches thanks to the white magic aura it emitted. Another part spoke about how because of this very weapon, a lot of the witches had gone into hiding.

Dorian had hoped he would ask Revina more about it, but to his surprise, he ran into yet another interesting topic.

Just as Dorian was about to turn the page, he felt like his soul was suddenly being sucked out as electricity flowed through his body.

The first thing he did was push the book away from his face and look at Ishtar, his cheeks a bit flushed.

She was still giving him an intense blowjob, her mouth watering with saliva that dripped slowly onto her exposed cleavage.

At the same time, she was playing with his balls while looking up at him with a smug look that screamed, "Looks like you can’t concentrate. Hehe~"

Dorian bit his lower lip. There was no way he could ignore her now that he felt this good. Instinctively, he reached for her hair and then proceeded to shove his hips upward, the tip of his cock slamming against the back of her throat.

A loud choking sound left her mouth, and not just after, she let go of his balls and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Dorian!!" she choked out, tears instantly forming in her eyes.

Dorian pulled out slightly, but then pushed himself back in again.

The only difference this time around was the fact that he was gentler. Ishtar’s mouth was still wide open, and even though she was crying, the saliva in her mouth was still flowing endlessly.

Even after he did that, she still held onto him, not letting go.

The moment he saw what she was doing, he couldn’t help but smile—a small one, though. He pulled himself out completely before reaching for her face and bringing it closer to his.

"I’m sorry, but I told you to invite me to the room if you wanted this. Do you not listen to my words?" he said, a small frown on his face.

Ishtar’s face was still red, but she was smiling. "I didn’t want to disturb my lord’s research, that’s all," she uttered before turning her gaze back to his crotch.

Dorian simply smiled and then reached for the nearest book on the table, which he threw to the ground. He grabbed the cup of wine, drank from it, and then stood up, still holding the cup.

He reached for Ishtar’s hair and pulled her up from the floor, where she was still on her knees.

"Well then, let’s go to the room. I’ll make sure to compensate you for all the trouble," Dorian uttered, a small grin on his face.

Ishtar smiled and got up before walking toward the room with Dorian close behind.

After he had completely demolished her on the bed, Dorian left her sleeping on the other side while he sat at the edge, still naked.

The bed was scattered, but he didn’t seem to care since his face was still buried into the books he had brought into the room with him.

’The Witch’s Cult. Says here it’s a group of witches serving under the Witch God. They are humans who were each hungry for some form of power. Hmm, the rest isn’t necessarily clear yet. How does Yahoshi fit into the picture?’

His eyes suddenly widened at the next piece of information.

The Witch God Yahoshi.

It went on to tell the supposed rumored story of the witch.

According to the story, the witch was human just like everyone else, until one day, she killed the Dragon Monarch and was then cursed by the world for it. Because she was cursed, she killed.

And because she killed, she was hated and punished. It went on to show images of the witch being burned, stabbed, and stoned to death.

Yes, the witch could not die.

Every time they killed her, she would come back and completely erase the entirety of a kingdom as a way to show her revenge.

And every time that happened, a new generation king wielding the mighty sword Faja would once again step in to fight her.

The last to kill her was King Abadon, the first king to give the throne to an elf above all else.

Dorian narrowed his gaze slightly.

’Even I know this information isn’t necessarily valid, nor do I think it’s fake. Two things can be true at once.’

He sighed.

’I am not getting anywhere like this. I at least expected that by now Yahoshi would have come to visit me again like she did the last time. Is she afraid of something?’

Not even a second later, Dorian looked outside the window; he could sense someone right there, staring at him.

And he was right.