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

Volume 1 – Chapter 08: Mission Clear

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, feeling refreshed from a good night’s sleep. It was a vivid dream about the goddess’s test or exam, but it must have been just a dream.

Suddenly, something felt off about the alarm sound. The ringtone was different. There’s no mistake that it’s the ringtone I set, but it wasn’t last night’s ringtone. Every day, to motivate myself to get through the unremarkable grind of a salaryman’s job, I selected an uplifting insert song from a healing-themed camping anime.

I opened my eyes.

“A ceiling I don’t know… “

This is the second time I’ve said this line. I know it well, and it’s a familiar, nostalgic modern ceiling.

“It was a dream, huh?”

A dream about coming back to highschool huhl. It was very different from the life I remember, but it was a very enjoyable dream.

Studying was fun, and the teachers were adults who understood me clearly. Shigamoto Makoto and I became close to the point where we could casually talk with each other. The girl I had only been watching from afar for a year started coming to me for advice every now and then.

My life was completely different, like heaven and earth. I called my stepmother, Satou Mari, by her first name, and we got along so well that even my dad got jealous.

“Was it really a dream?… Well it probably is. That one month felt so real, yet it was just a fleeting dream.”

There’s no need to look around the room. There’s no trace of any women’s underwear. Well I didn’t buy any for personal use, so if there was, it would be really scary..

A 30-year-old virgin wizard. A stupid trial of tasking him to make women wear panties. It was fun, but in reality, I was afraid of failing, and now that I know it was just a fantasy, I feel relieved, but I also feel a sense of loss. Why is that? It feels like I’ve lost the tension that kept my life together…

I have to work today. I can’t keep dreaming forever. I sit up with a groan, and the inside of my trunks is cold and wet.

“…… I did it.”

It was a wet dream.

The sticky feeling on my fingertips made me sigh.

I pulled the cotton towel blanket to take a closer look, but there’s no need to check. The cold liquid is all over my fingers, sticking to them.

It must have been a lot, as the liquid didn’t just soak my pants, but also wet the sheets and my butt. I must have been really backed up.

“I’m a good-for-nothing 30-year-old… but it was so good.”

It was a vivid dream. There’s no other way to describe it but amazing.

I put panties on a bath towel-clad Mari, hugged her, and kissed her. The sensation of our bodies overlapping is still vivid in all my senses. I almost drooled.

The sticky feeling on my pants is unpleasant, but everything besides that, yep it was really worth it.

I remembered one more thing—those floating acrylic panels, like in a VR game. That was real too. Although it was limited to panty status, now that I’ve come back to my senses, I can laugh about it. It was ridiculous, but fun.

The words I chanted were too simple. Even in a lousy RPG, the names would be a bit more creative. As expected of my dream, there’s no imagination at all—like just calling it a ‘window.

Pikon.

“…… Seriously?”

A status screen appeared in front of my eyes.

・――――――――――――――――――――・

　　【Explanation Page】RK.2

　　Panties Warehouse

　　How to use this window

　　Mission Clear Conditions

　　About Rank Up

・――――――――――――――――――――・

It’s the status window that helped me quite a bit for that one month. There’s no mistaking it, but it’s unbelievable that a transparent, floating screen is appearing even though I’m not wearing a VR hqew35.

I remember the screen, but the content is a little different from what I remember. It wasn’t a dream. It was unbelievable that such an unrealistic thing actually happened.

“If the goddess’s trial was real, then what about my time with Mari?”

I look at the liquid on my fingertips. I rubbed against her intimate spot, even if it was just above the fabric of her panties. It was a once-in-a-lifetime, precious experience, and it actually happened. I can’t say I’m still a virgin after this.

I’ll keep it as a memento. Suddenly, the sticky panties seemed like a treasure.

Mari’s scent might still be in it. When I pulled the cotton towel blanket close and smelled it, it smelled like an old man. It was my smell

“It should smell like her if this is her bed..”

It’s a small detail, though it made me disappointed. I stared at the towel blanket in front of my nose. I also noticed something strange—it’s odd that I’m wrapped in this.

I usually sleep with a blanket, but it’s too hot and stuffy in May, so I use a towel blanket. But when did I switch back to the regular one? I must have unconsciously gotten up and changed it.

The deadline for the goddess’s trial is one year. The time I returned from the time loop should be close to the time I started, but if it’s not…

I looked at the alarm clock with bated breath.

It’s 7:10, and the date is June 14.

“Fourteenth… of June?”

There’s no way that’s true. I took my phone out and checked the date and time in it.

“It’s the same, June 14. That damn goddess…”

A dream, no, I spent about a month back in my high school days. If I were to return, shouldn’t it be right after the moment I jumped? That’s supposed to be the rule of time leaps.

But the date had advanced by an entire month. The time I spent clearing the mission had been neatly added on top of the real-world time.

‘The world is not so sweet. It’s the fate of the chosen virgin. Nishishi’

I can hear the goddess’s mocking laughter from above, as if it’s touching my nerves.

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Knock Knock.

There’s a knock on the door, and before I can answer, the door opens. I try to cover myself with the towel blanket, but it’s too late.

“It’s time for breakfast, Akira… You’re energetic.”

“No, this is…”

“Ahem. If you don’t get up and eat soon, I won’t be able to tidy things up, you know? You need to hurry up, you don’t have much time before you leave for work right?”

With the door to the room wide open, Satou Mari started lecturing me the moment she came in. She’s my dad’s beautiful common-law wife, someone too good for him, and also the woman responsible for the current state of my pants.

Hmm?

“Akira?”

She’s not using honorifics? It didn’t seem like she started saying it just yesterday or today; the way she said it sounded so natural, like she was used to it.

But what surprised me wasn’t just that. I was nearly knocked over by how completely different Mari’s fashion sense was. The Mari I knew always dressed sharp and simple..

Her short hair was dyed red, and she was wearing a summer-colored one-piece dress. From the hem, which reached her knees, she flaunted her bare white legs as if to tempt men. She should have been a 40-year-old, 12 years older than in the dream I had, but instead, she looked even younger than she did back in that dream. Her appearance was completely different from how she looked a month ago in the present day.

She also exuded a sense of dignity. It was as if she was overflowing with confidence. The dazzling aura emanating from her inner self was overwhelming.

“…… Mari-nee, is that you?”

I couldn’t help but ask. I need to confirm if it’s really her. She’s transformed to a completely different level.

“Are you still sleeping? You usually call me Mari-mama, but you’re calling me that now?”

“Mari-mama…?”

What is she talking about? I don’t understand. Mama? Even if it’s a joke, I wouldn’t call her Mama. But Mari’s eyes show no sign of joking. She’s genuinely surprised. She comes closer to me, and I try to back away, but my current state doesnt allow it. Mari’s forehead touches mine.

“W-wha”

“You don’t seem to have a fever. Hmm? Akira-kun. You’re different from usual.”

“I’m not any different. I’m still me.”

It’s just that I went on a time-traveling trip to make you wear some panties. You’re the one who’s different from usual. You changed too much.

“Anyway, get out. I’ll be right down.”

“Is that so? Sorry for barging in then. Please hurry up.”

Mari looks at the towel blanket in my hands, shows me a warm gaze, and tries to leave the room. But something small slips past her and dives into my arms.

“Wait, Sugumi! Leave your Onii-chan alone for now! “

Mari tries to stop her, but the small thing doesn’t stop.

Your gentle understanding hurts me Mari!. That aside, ‘Onii-chan’?

A 10-year-old girl, named Sugumi, dives into my arms. The girl’s weight is probably around 30 kg. It’s lighter than mine, but with the momentum of a running start, it’s like a 100 kg dumbbell.

“Fugeeh!”

The pressure was so intense that my throat and intestines feels like they’re going to pop out.

“Good mowning! Onii-chan!”

“Sugumi, go down and eat first before us.”

“Aah, no!”

Mari picks up Sugumi like a kitten and throws her out of the room.

“Mari, who is that child?”

“Fufu. Are you still asleep? I’ll explain. She’s my and Jinta-san’s child. Do not worry. Well, forget about the dream you had, Akira-kun, hurry up and go down.”

Mari presses her finger against my lips, and she finally leaves the room.

―― Satou Mari Chapter End

T/N: HOLY SH- WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THE AUTHOR COOKING!?