A 30 Year Old Virgin (One Who Haven’t Even Interacted with Women) Took an Exam to Become a Wizard.

Chapter 04: The Newly Co-Ed High School

I was surprised to see a large number of female students at the school I arrived at.

I remembered that I had attended an all-boys school, but then I recalled that it had become co-ed starting from our third year.

For two years, we had endured the sour, sweaty smell of a school full of boys. The only female presence was the auntie who worked at the school store and the nurse’s office. Then, a flood of girls entered our male-dominated environment.

When a group of girls joined a school full of boys, the boys were bound to be flustered. We deliberately took detours through the first-year classrooms on our way to and from school, and during breaks, we would go downstairs to the first floor, where the first-year students were, even if we had no particular reason to be there. We were always on the lookout for a chance to interact with the girls. During class, we would stare out the window, our eyes following the girls walking outside.

However, no matter how many girls there were, the unpopular guys remained unpopular. It was a fact. I never had any luck with girls throughout my high school life. I had even altered my memory to believe that I had attended an all-boys school. People have pasts they don’t want to dig up.

“That short-haired girl is cute.”

“She’s Shigamoto Makoto from Class 2.”

“You sure know your stuff. She’s one of the top five cutest girls in the first year.”

“You’re one to talk.”

I could hear similar conversations from my classmates all around me. Ah youth. Well, of course, they are young.

“Even in a co-ed school, unpopular guys will remain unpopular. If you don’t want to fail your college entrance exams, give up and focus on studying.”

I offered my advice. Even though these guys could be annoying, they were still my classmates, and I didn’t want to see them fail twice.

“You’re such a studious, hardworking guy. Yet you’re so much into erotic things.”

I admit the part of liking erotic things. After all, I was still holding onto those panties.

“It’s not that. I just know the future.”

“Here we go again! Time-leaping and having a chuuni syndrome outbreak in your third year of high school. My condolences.”

Their chuuni accusation didn’t bother me at all. After all, It was true that I had time-leaped, and my grades had indeed dropped.

The high-pitched voices of the female students, affectionately known as “JK” (an abbreviation for “joshi kosei,” meaning “high school girl”), had a significant impact. Many of my classmates, including myself, found it hard to concentrate on studying for their exams. I often found myself staring at Shigamoto Makoto during class. How could I possibly focus on studying with her around? My grades continued to decline, and I ended up having to apply to a university of a lower rank than my initial choice.

“That’s not it. I’ve graduated from that phase.”

One of my classmates put his arm around my shoulder and said,

“Ah, you do have a young stepmother with you at home! I bet you’re having wild nights every day. I’m so jealous!”

He started squeezing my chest. I felt disgusted by his touch.

“Stop touching my chest!”

As I recalled these interactions, a sealed memory of my “young stepmother” resurfaced.

I remembered complaining to my classmates about how my father had married a much younger woman, and I was having a hard time with it. I regretted saying those things, but it was too late. My horny teenage peers, deprived of sexual stimulation, would endlessly fantasize about having a 28-year-old woman living with them. It was inevitable that they would tease me about Mari, the stepmother figure in my life.

Even classmates who didn’t know me well joined in the fun, and day by day, their jokes became more explicit. Rumors, whether true or not, spread like wildfire, and soon, it got out of hand.

Eventually, it reached the ears of the teachers, and I was summoned by the teacher in charge of student discipline. But this time was different. I knew the future, and I was determined to put out the fire before it grew bigger.

“Morishita Akira! Come to the staff room after school.”

I couldn’t escape my fate of being scolded by the teacher.

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By the time I was released from the teacher’s lecture and made it home, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. I had no energy left to enjoy the nostalgic high school life I was allowed to experience again, nor did I have the presence of mind to utilize my future knowledge to my advantage. I had wanted to seal these memories away.

“And in the end, I didn’t even have time to come up with a plan…”

The only saving grace was that the classes were interesting. I remembered the content better than I expected, and I felt that if I studied hard, I might even be able to pass the entrance exam for my dream university. After all, I had already taken the exam once, and some of the questions felt vaguely familiar. But then I thought, “What am I thinking? If I stay here until the exams, my soul will be destroyed.”

Regardless, the panties took priority. I needed to go back to the basics and come up with ideas to put the panties on Mari. For that, I needed information.

‘Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will win a hundred battles.’

I didn’t know much Sato Mari. To win this battle, I needed to understand my target better. With that in mind, I decided to infiltrate her room.

It was almost 5:00 in the evening. Decent working adults would still be at work. Mari usually came home around 6:30. I had plenty of time.

I held the panties in my hand and opened the door to her room.

By the way, I had individually wrapped each of the 12 panties in Ziploc bags and stored them in a pouch.

“I’m coming in… Hmm, it smells nice.”

The scent of a woman—Mari’s scent. I belatedly checked the four corners of the room for hidden cameras. It was typical of me to realize this only after entering the room. There were no obvious cameras within my line of sight. If they were well-hidden, I probably wouldn’t find them anyway.

Half the reason for installing hidden cameras is to intimidate. They are usually placed in noticeable locations to send a clear message: “You’re being watched.” The absence of visible cameras meant that there was likely nothing to worry about. You shouldn’t bring secrets into a family.

The layout of her room was the same as mine upstairs, with a built-in closet in the same position.

However, her room was much cleaner than mine, thanks to some remodeling. My father, a DIY enthusiast, had renovated the walls and ceiling to make the space more comfortable for a female family member. I had helped him with the work.

The only furniture that was different from mine was a bookshelf filled with difficult-looking books, a desk with a notebook computer, and a bed instead of a futon. I personally felt that a bed gave off a capable, adult woman vibe.

“Even so, it’s a bit too plain.”

It had been a little over a month since Mari moved in. There were no clear personal touches to the room, no items that revealed her individuality or hobbies. It was as if she had just moved in. Was she always like this, or was there a reason for the lack of personal items? Did she dislike magazines and stuffed animals?

Perhaps she kept them in the closet. I slid open the closet door. There were a few suits and jackets, along with neatly folded room-wear. Next to them was a five-drawer chest, about 40 cm high and 60 cm wide, made of paulownia wood. It didn’t reveal much about her personality either.

“Hmm, well, no matter.”

I can’t think of a way to use her hobbies to my advantage.

I felt pathetic, but it was the truth. By the way, did I have to be the one to put the panties on her? Wouldn’t it be fine as long as she wore them, regardless of who put them on? If that was the case, the difficulty level would drop significantly. Mari could just put them on herself.

But that goddess… She might say that it had to be me.

Was there a way to find out? I opened the panties status screen.

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364th day, 07:11

[Panties Photo]

Satou Mari

Age: 40 > 28

Address: ○○○○○

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“If this were a smartphone, the screen would change with a touch.”

Thinking of smartphones reminded me of something. In the morning, I hadn’t been able to find my phone because my father had taken it away from me. He had a trivial reason: he didn’t want me to be engrossed in erotic videos in front of my new stepmother. It was ridiculous that he took it away from me just because I had watched an erotic video once in front of a guest. His distrust was excessive.

I tried touching the screen, and it transitioned to a new page.

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[Explanation Page] RK.1

How to use this window

Mission achievement conditions

About rank-up

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“There it is! This must be what the goddess meant by ‘read the instructions on the window.’ She should’ve taught me how to use it properly before leaving.”

Now, which one should I check first? I decided to leave “How to use this window” for later and started with “Mission achievement conditions.”

“Let’s see…”

1. 1. 1. Put the corresponding panties on the target woman.

1. 1. 1. It is not necessary for the wizard candidate to put them on to the women; it is enough that they are worn.

1. 1. 1. If you tell anyone about this exam, you will immediately fail. Your soul will be destroyed, and you will wander outside the cycle of reincarnation in pitch darkness.

“Yes!”

I didn’t have to be the one to put the panties on her! This changed everything. And in front of me was the paulownia chest of drawers. I imagined that somewhere inside, there were panties waiting for mine to join them, and they were lined up like an AI-generated image.

The top drawer had two rows, while the others had only one. I opened the left side of the top drawer and found socks. Then I opened the right side, which contained small items like accessories neatly organized in simple boxes.

I reached for the second drawer. My hands started to sweat as I realized that this was where the real treasure might be. Objectively speaking, I was rummaging through a woman’s room and going through her drawers. This was definitely the behavior of a pervert. If Mari walked in on me now, she would undoubtedly scream, “Pervert!”

But I couldn’t stop. This was a necessary act for my growth. I pulled out the drawer, and its contents gradually came into view.

“Bingo! These are Mari’s underwear… Hmm?”

The drawer contained both panties and bras. That was fine, but there were three rows of panties, totaling about 30 when I counted them roughly. They seemed to be sorted by design, with simple, sporty, and sexy styles.

I needed to find a place to hide the panties I have among them. If I went for a simple approach, the middle of the sporty style row would be the best spot. However, I felt that either the simple or the sexy style would be more appropriate. Which one was the correct choice?

The order also mattered. I wanted to complete the mission as soon as possible. Depending on whether Mari put on her underwear from the front or the back, the order of which the panties that I was tasked to give her would be completely different from what I intended. Furthermore, she might not even have a specific rotation for her underwear.

“I’ll have to put it next to the one with a similar design…”

I decided to go with the sexy style and started pulling out the panties one by one.

Gulp

In just two days, I had become accustomed to handling panties, but these were on a whole different level. They were almost transparent. The next one was a thong. It barely covered anything, and the one after that had an opening in the middle—was it for people who needed quick access to the bathroom? I couldn’t help but imagine Mari, the epitome of a career woman, wearing these, and I quickly shook the thought away.

I calmed myself and compared my panties to hers. The third one from the back, with lace, was the closest in terms of design. It was a mix of natural and nylon fabric, and it somewhat resembled the one I’m holding. This was the one. If she put them on from the front, it would be the seventh day of which this would be worn. If she put them on from the back, it would be the fourth day. Either way, the panties I am holding would find their way to her hips, and I would be able to return to the present much earlier.

Just then,

“I’m home.”

The front door opened, meaning Mari just got home.