The Red Dragon and the Dragon Rider — The Virgin Auction
"A virgin, you say?"
"Noble blood gone broke and sold off, huh?"
Gulp. Now that's a tasty-looking morsel."
The revelation that Sylvia—or rather, Kathy—was a virgin, and that said virgin was about to be auctioned off, sent a current of tension rippling through the men who had, until that very moment, been drinking and chatting idly.
True, her appearance had been altered slightly, but Sylvia's beauty was undeniable.
Her chest was a touch on the modest side, perhaps, but she looked like a living porcelain doll, and in every man present the desire to claim Kathy's first time surged up at once.
In an instant, the men who had been bantering like old friends turned into rivals.
"100 gold!"
"You think 100 gold is going to cut it?! Here! 300 gold!"
"350 gold!!"
For reference, a big hamburger—the most popular fast food around—cost about one gold.
So 350 gold was more than enough to keep an ordinary household fed for a month.
That figure was blown past in the blink of an eye, and the price of her virginity soared without any ceiling in sight.
"500 gold!"
"Sh-shit! That's the money I saved up to open my own shop! 600 gold!"
The corners of Belladonna's mouth, presiding over the auction, curled upward and refused to come back down.
She had expected the girl to fetch a high price, certainly—but never this high.
She turned her head just slightly to glance at Kathy.
Flustered, her eyes wavering—the girl looked like a fairy straight out of a storybook.
'Ruby! You've brought me something extraordinary!'
As Belladonna was busy scheming how to squeeze every last coin out of Kathy,
a deep, familiar male voice announced the end of the auction.
"1500 gold."
"...F-fifteen hundred?"
"Ah... that's game."
1500 gold.
Enough to buy 1500 big hamburgers—the meals that kept commoners alive.
A sum that could never, ever come out of a back-alley brothel like this had just slipped from one man's lips.
Startled, Kathy turned to look at the man—and her face froze solid.
'V-Vargan!'
It was none other than Vargan Toros, the vice-commander of the very knight order she served in—the Bahamut Knights!
Why, of all people, did it have to be him, here of all places?
Sylvia's mind spun into chaos, but what could she do?
The auction was over, and it was far too late to run.
No—to be perfectly accurate, a woman with the skills of a Sword Master could absolutely have escaped if she wanted.
But the moment she laid eyes on Vargan, her womb began to throb so hard her legs refused to move.
Just like the thrill she'd felt in the washroom, when she'd nearly been discovered by a stranger.
If it ever came out that she—the proud Kathy—was in fact Sylvia herself, the reputation of the woman named Sylvia Leonhardt would come crashing down overnight. And to her, that danger registered as a rush of excitement so overwhelming it drowned out all reason.
Enough to make her want to abandon thought entirely and surrender her body to pure instinct.
"What are you staring at? Escort me, girl."
"Ah... yes! Right this way... no, wait, which way do I go?"
Vargan's words snapped Kathy back to her senses, and she tried to lead him to a private room—but this was her first time in the brothel too, and she had no idea where anything was.
"Follow me, will you."
Belladonna, quick as ever, stepped in and guided them herself, and soon Kathy and Vargan were alone together in a room.
Vargan Toros.
Vice-commander of the Bahamut Knights, under Commander Sylvia Leonhardt.
Before rising to that post, he had been a veteran knight with ten years of service in the Manticore Knights, one of the empire's premier knight orders.
He had won countless battles, and he'd been justifiably confident in his skill.
Right up until the day he crossed blades with Sylvia Leonhardt and was crushed in the space of a heartbeat.
That humiliation had wounded his pride, and thoughts of revenge filled him constantly—but he'd never actually been able to act on them.
The strength of the girl he'd dismissed as a green recruit was real, and she was the commander while he was merely the second-in-command.
An order bearing the burden of defending the empire lived and died by its hierarchy, and one word from her could have him expelled from the knights before the day was out.
And more than anything else, Sylvia Leonhardt was a duke's daughter.
To Vargan, a man of a house with no power or name, she was a being he could never hope to touch.
In the end, he had no choice but to smother his desire for revenge.
And the only outlet left to a man like him was this: finding a whore who resembled Sylvia and defiling her.
Yes.
Ever since his defeat, wandering from brothel to brothel in search of a woman who looked like Sylvia had become Vargan's private obsession.
Today was a holiday, and so Vargan roamed the back-alley brothels hunting for a whore who resembled her.
Black hair like hers. Skin white as porcelain. Even her small, compact frame.
Pinning down a woman like that and ravaging her roughly always took the edge off his bitterness, if only a little.
The moment he stepped into the Velvet Rose, his usual haunt, the madam Belladonna climbed onto the stage and announced an auction for a new girl's first time.
He didn't much care whose virginity it was—he wanted a woman who resembled Sylvia.
At least, not until he laid eyes on the girl's face.
"C-Commander Sylvia?"
The whore called Kathy looked exactly like the Sylvia he'd been searching for, high and low.
The black hair and the skin so pale it looked bloodless, and even her petite build—it was as if someone had copied her wholesale.
For a heartbeat he almost believed she was Sylvia herself, but he quickly shook his head and drove the thought away.
The commander of an imperial knight order, selling her body in a place like this? Impossible.
And yet.
The instant he saw her face, Vargan felt his cock stiffen.
'That one. I'm taking her, no matter what it costs.'
Vargan paid out his 1500 gold and bought Kathy's virginity outright.
Vice-commander of the Bahamut Knights or not, 1500 gold was never a light sum.
'Damn it! I won't be able to afford so much as a single drink for a while!'
Vargan knew he'd overreached, but he felt no regret at all.
Escorted by Belladonna, he was left alone in the room with Kathy.
Seeing her with her head bowed low, shy as any first-timer would be, only made his erection throb harder.
It never once crossed Vargan's mind that she might be the very same Sylvia he'd been dreaming of.
"Ahem! Just curious, that's all. Ever heard the name Sylvia?"
"S-Sylvia?! W-well... I can't say I have, sir."
Vargan had asked on the off chance she might be some relative of Sylvia's.
She resembled Sylvia enough to make him entertain the thought.
Kathy shook her head, claiming she didn't know the name.
Meanwhile, she was anxiously checking her reflection in a mirror, worried the magic might wear off.
Thankfully, Seraphina's spell held.
'He... he must have just asked because I look like her, right?'
'So she really is just a look-alike, then.'
It made sense. Even if she were related to Sylvia, she'd be a duke's daughter or some noblewoman—what relation of hers would ever end up working as a whore in a dump like this?
"Well then. Shall we have some fun?"
"Y-yes, of course. B-before we begin, sir... allow me to wash you."
Kathy cast her mind back to the instructions another girl had whispered to her, right before she'd been sent up onto that stage.
Start slow—bathe his body gently, caress him, work him up.
"No need. I'm in a bit of a hurry, as you can see."
Having laid eyes on Kathy—on that face so like Sylvia's—Vargan's cock had gone rigid and stayed that way.
He was so aroused it ached, a dull swollen throb down in his groin, and he couldn't wait a single moment for her to wash him.
"Then how about it. Let's see what that mouth of yours can do."
"W-with my mouth, you mean?"
Vargan stripped off his clothes, and Sylvia found herself staring at the cock jutting up between his legs.
G-gulp.
The sound of her own saliva sliding down her throat echoed through the room.
It was the largest, thickest cock she had ever laid eyes on (though, granted, everything she had "seen" so far had only been through Seraphina's eyes).
Eighteen centimeters? No—twenty, if it was a millimeter, and as thick as her own wrist.
The veins running along its length looked almost menacing, and the way it twitched and swayed now and then gave it the feel of some living creature all its own.
"What are you waiting for? First time or not, you're telling me you don't even know how to suck a cock?"
"N-no, sir! I'll... I'll make you feel good, I promise!"
Kathy forced an awkward smile and wrapped her hand around Vargan's cock.
"Mmm."
The touch of her soft fingers—unbelievably soft, for someone who swung a sword—closing around his shaft drew a low groan out of him.
Naturally, this was Kathy's first time giving a blow job.
If she hadn't experienced sex through Seraphina's senses, she might not even have known that such an act—pleasuring a man with one's mouth—existed at all.
But she resolved to try her best, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked the tip of his cock.
Just like in that dream—no, saltier, more musky than even that—the taste and scent flooded up and stung her nose.
If she hadn't lived it in the dream, she'd never have managed to choke down the urge to gag.
Lick. Lick. Lick.
Kathy's small little tongue flicked across the crown of his cock.
Like a puppy licking up a treat.
It was adorable, and her tongue was warm and soft and felt wonderful—but Vargan was far from satisfied.
"First time or not, did they teach you nothing at all?"
"I-I'm sorry, sir."
Kathy apologized in a trembling voice.
Unable even to suck a cock properly, she'd evidently irritated him; his brow furrowed.
Then—yank!
He seized her head and drove his cock deep into her mouth in one thrust, down to the back of her throat.
"Gakh! Uuugh!"
"Hold still and take it. And watch the teeth."
It was her first experience of anything like this, and Kathy twisted in pain—but Vargan only gripped her head tighter and didn't let go.
Even through the agony, Kathy took care to keep her teeth from touching him.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Her suffering meant nothing to him. Vargan drove his cock all the way down her throat, again and again.
His thick, matted pubic hair pressed against her nose, then pulled away, pressed and pulled away.
As the wrist-thick cock burrowed deep into her mouth, Kathy's slender, elegant neck stretched like a pelican's and shrank back, over and over.
The gagging rose up in waves, and snot and drool ran down her chin in long strands.
In her distress she slapped at his thigh, begging him wordlessly to pull out, but Vargan paid it no mind whatsoever.
Instead, he fucked into her throat harder, ramming his cock to the very root.
And the more pain he saw on Kathy's face—that face so like Sylvia's—the more aroused Vargan became, and the rougher he grew.
How long did he hammer into her mouth?
"Here it comes! Drink every last drop!!"
Vargan's testicles, each the size of his fist, began to churn, and then he unleashed his cum.
The thick, sludgy seed came pumping straight down into her, so heavy and relentless that she could almost believe a slime was being poured down her throat.
Unable to breathe, forced to swallow his semen on top of it, Kathy reached her limit at last; her eyes slowly rolled upward.
Judging it dangerous to push her any further, Vargan finally withdrew his cock.
"U-Urk! Urwaagh!"
Kathy vomited up the seed she'd swallowed.
Knowing Vargan's temperament, spitting out his cum should have enraged him—but instead, he gazed at her with open delight.
Seeing a woman who looked just like Sylvia smeared head to toe in tears, snot, and semen filled him with a dark euphoria.
"Kuhahah! Yes! Now then—how shall I torment you next, hm? Sylvia?"
Kathy realized then that Vargan hadn't seen through her at all. He was simply projecting Sylvia onto her, using her body as his canvas.
Perhaps it was the soul synchronization with Seraphina at work.
Because at that realization, instead of fear, a fresh wave of arousal washed over her—and her pussy grew slick and soaking wet with her juices.