# 005 Better New Than Secondhand
# 005 Better New Than Secondhand
In my dragon life spanning two thousand years, I had ample time to contemplate human existence.
To state the conclusion first: every human possessed the potential to become an asshole.
Most humans were reluctant to sacrifice others, but when their own lives were on the line, that inevitably changed.
There were occasional exceptions, but those individuals were usually the sort one would call heroes or saints.
In other words, most humans would harm others to keep themselves from being harmed.
The same held true now.
Hudia had offered to sacrifice her party in exchange for not being violated herself.
I could have raped her at any time in the storage room, but I hadn't taken her virginity.
There was one thing that bothered me.
It would be wonderful if I could verify it with magic, but this was a matter I had to rely solely on my instincts for, so I couldn't judge carelessly.
Was Hudia truly a virgin?
Had she tried to deceive me by claiming she was a virgin in order to survive?
'Even lie-detection magic is useless.'
Magic was omnipotent.
Among the spells classified as Great Magic, at the 7th Circle and above, there was an excellent one that revealed whether a target's words were true or false.
The so-called "Lie Detection."
Naturally, I had learned this spell during my Magic Tower days, and with it, I had been able to clearly discern the true intentions of many humans.
It had been a foolish endeavor.
No matter how useful the magic humans created, I hadn't considered it might have a blind spot.
Detect lies using mana?
It wasn't a matter of scouring the world's laws to determine whether the target's statement was true or false.
-Humans are fundamentally agitated when they tell a lie.
Their reactions when lying, their behavior, heartbeat, the look in their eyes, the movement of the mana within their bodies.
By comprehensively analyzing all of that, the spell determined a lie with a 99.9% accuracy rate.
Meaning, a 0.1% chance of failure existed.
I had personally witnessed an instance of that failure, and I had been victimized by a lie.
When I was raping a saintess aspirant I met at a convent, I'd thought she was a virgin.
I'd confirmed she shed virgin blood after I thrust into her.
But as it turned out, she was a woman with experience with men.
Her front had been a virgin, but her back had not.
She had evaded the Lie Detection through formidable mental fortitude, and just like that, I failed on my 100th consecutive virgin rape.
Though it was a story from a thousand years ago.
'Has it changed a bit now?'
When I had the time, I'd visit the Magic Tower later and see how much magic had advanced.
Among mages, especially those who had risen to the rank of Archmage, there were many beauties, so I could simply find prey there as well.
'Because the Magic Tower is packed with virgins.'
Mages, surprisingly, had a fairly high rate of virginity.
Their bodies were often unappealing from a lifetime of sitting and doing nothing but research, but there had to be at least one glamorous beauty who managed herself thoroughly, right?
Once this matter in Lost Virginia was settled, I would have to go on a Magic Tower pilgrimage.
I was curious how much things had changed since five hundred years ago, when I'd officially ceased my activities and started half-heartedly listening to the world's affairs.
But if there was one thing that hadn't changed, it was that the average disposition of the human species remained the same.
"Don't use your teeth."
"Ugh...."
I grabbed a handful of Hudia's hair as she knelt beneath me, sucking my cock.
"Want me to thrust it in myself like before?"
"N-no...! I'll, I'll do better."
Hudia held my glans in her mouth and diligently rolled her tongue.
Her jaw must have been starting to ache from holding a cock in her mouth and sucking it for a good while, but that wasn't my concern.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of knocking came from outside.
Hudia's eyes lit up as she turned her head, but I pressed down on her head even harder.
"Mmph, mmph...!"
"Come in."
The door opened.
The one who opened the door and came in from outside was the innkeeper, and with an awkward expression, he indicated with a glance toward the two trays he held in his hands.
"Just in case, I prepared a meal for two, but...."
"Well done. Set them on that table, please."
"Understood."
After setting down the two servings of food, the innkeeper briefly cast a sidelong glance at Hudia, who had her face buried in my crotch, and then promptly left the room.
"Mmm, mmph, mmmmph...!!"
Meanwhile, Hudia shouted something and struggled frantically, but the innkeeper shut the door tight and fled the scene in a hurry.
"What? Were you trying to tell that man, 'I'm getting screwed'?"
"Pwaaah, haahk, hk-kk, haaahk...!"
Hudia gasped for breath roughly.
Once I'd thrust deep down her throat and pulled back, she hung her head, thick saliva dripping from her mouth.
"Haaahk, haaahht...."
Tears streamed from both her eyes.
Some of it was likely the pain of her throat being momentarily blocked as I pressed down hard with my cock, but she also seemed to be weeping in resentment at the innkeeper, who hadn't cared that she was being violated.
As expected, humans were humans.
To think she would resent the innkeeper for not saving her, while she herself was planning to sell out to me the party that would soon arrive at this inn.
"Stop crying, get up, and eat your meal."
I took a seat first.
It was a modest dinner of steak, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and soup.
Clatter!
Hudia took her plate and retreated into a corner.
It was close to the door, but she didn't try to flee through it.
She had already tried to escape.
But the moment she grabbed the doorknob, the door hadn't budged, and only then had she come to believe I was a high-level Archmage.
"Ugh...."
"After you finish your meal, cleanse your palate with coffee. Rinse your mouth, then suck my cock again. Understood?"
"Y-you're just letting me eat the food normally, right...?"
"What?"
"You're not going to do something like, sprinkle semen on my bread and make me eat it as a sauce, right?!"
"Why would I do something like that."
It was absurd.
Any man who did such perverted things was clearly insane.
And when I was young, I had been insane.
"I don't do it now. But if you want, I could."
"N-no! I'll just, I'll just eat it...."
Hudia sat quietly across from me and began eating the bread and soup.
I sliced my steak and silently observed each of her actions.
'It's really ambiguous.'
Was she a virgin or not.
It wasn't as if I'd die if she weren't a virgin, but my preference was to hand-pick and fuck only virgins.
'Who would want to eat a piece of fruit someone else has already taken a bite from.'
When painting a picture, anyone would choose a clean, white canvas. Not many would pick a canvas stained, wrinkled, and scorched by the sun.
Maybe if you were in a situation where you had no choice, but I had the freedom and the power to sort them out.
'Should I just close my eyes, thrust it in, and blow my load?'
The thought of just jamming it in and unloading did cross my mind, but she wasn't the kind of woman pretty enough to be exactly my type.
'Let's endure a little longer.'
Once I took her to "that place" anyway, it would be determined immediately.
The only non-virgins I would deign to fuck were virgins I had already deflowered, or married women I wanted to fuck so badly I couldn't stand it.
My cock was simply too precious to use on some random non-virgin.
After the silent meal ended.
I brewed the coffee provided in the room and sat facing Hudia.
"I have something I want to ask."
"What is it...?"
"About you."
Perhaps, as we talked, I could find a clue.
I grilled Hudia for her personal details.
"...So, you're twenty years old this year, a Bronze-Rank mercenary, and you were planning to take the girl you agreed to partner with on this job along as a party member?"
"Yes...."
"Where to?"
"Th-the Dragon's Lair."
"Kahahaha!!"
I burst into laughter involuntarily.
"Isn't Bronze the lowest rank?"
"Th-there's Iron Rank below it...!"
"Iron, Bronze, they're all the same. Back in my day, anything below Diamond Rank, I just treated them all as the same rabble."
"That's still true even now... You were a mercenary?"
"Once upon a time."
I still kept all the mercenary badges I'd collected while wandering the human world as mementos.
Being a mercenary was a job with considerably more freedom of activity compared to other professions, and if you had the skills, you could do anything and earn a comfortable living.
In other words, it was a perfect job for getting yourself killed if you lacked the skills.
And Hudia didn't have the skills to raid a Dragon's Lair.
'What's a woman who falls asleep from a single Sleep spell going to do.'
A Bronze Rank trying to take on a dragon?
What an absurd notion.
"You, why are you trying to go to a Dragon's Lair?"
"...To make money."
"Aiming for a fortune in one stroke, then. But with that power, can you handle a dragon?"
"I'm aiming for the Dragon's Lair, but catching a dragon isn't my objective."
What complete nonsense.
"What kind of bullshit is that?"
"...What I'm trying to target are the by-products from the monsters that come out at the entrance of the Dragon's Lair."
Ah.
I understood what she meant.
"So you're not trying to catch a dragon, but the small fry near the lair?"
"I-I can at least catch goblins and orcs on my own!"
"You'd be lucky if you don't get caught and gang-raped by goblins and orcs."
My lair was composed of my personal nest and an enormous labyrinth.
Within this labyrinth existed all sorts of monsters, such as goblins, orcs, trolls, gargoyles, and the like.
In exchange for letting them live in front of my lair, they survived by capturing and killing intruders who bothered me, or by offering up valuable goods.
"It's known to descend over six floors already, that Dragon's Lair. There's no way I could ever aim for the deep parts of a dragon's lair... I'm only targeting the first floor."
"Hm, is that so."
The people of the world thought the Dragon's Lair was a gigantic labyrinth, but that was incorrect.
That was merely a giant collective village of monsters situated in front of my home.
Only when that creature guarding the entrance to my real lair was there did it become my true lair.
'I've left all the dungeon management to her, so I didn't know.'
I felt her absence even more keenly now.
I had to quickly find a cunt that could replace her.
"You've finished your coffee. Now then, rinse your mouth and comfort my co—"
Knock, knock.
The sound of knocking came from outside.
"Excuse me. A guest has arrived outside."
The door didn't open, but the voice was clearly the innkeeper's.
"A guest?"
"Yes. They say it's the party of the lady in there. They're waiting outside."
At the innkeeper's words, I opened the window.
And then I saw.
"Wow, fuck."
An angel with pink hair.
"I want to fuck her senseless."
My cock got hard.