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

Volume 2 – Chapter 01: The Living Room Scene

Welcome back to Chapter 2, “Sakuragi Mika Edition.”

The night after the Satou Mari mission was completed and I time-leaped, which was the present.

When I opened the front door after work, my stepmother, Mari, and my little sister, Sugumi, were waiting for me.

“W-What?”

They smiled and said,

“Welcome home, Onii-chan!”

“Welcome home, Akira.”

I’m a 30-year-old virgin. I have a job, but I still commute from my parents’ house, and I’m a single man who hasn’t quite become independent.

Mari, who used to be my dad’s subordinate and is now my stepmother, has always done the housework, but she’s never welcomed me home before. It’s a good thing for a 30-year old virgin like me. Wait, why did I even include the virgin part?

“Hmm? Fugeeh–”

Sugumi pounces on me with the momentum of a land-and-sea robot, and I couldn’t defend myself. I don’t know any martial arts. And so I fell clumsily and hit the back of my head on the front door.

“Ow.”

“Onii-chan. You’re bad at catching. If you don’t train yourself enough, Sugumi won’t be able to hug you anymore, you know?”

I can’t get up because Sugumi is hugging my neck. This is the standard for a 10-year-old girl’s skinship? I don’t understand. I grabbed Mari’s hand because she reached out to me. I’ll take advantage of her kindness and let her help me up. This is the kind of kinship that seems natural to me.

“Ah, no!”

I disentangle myself from Sugumi, who’s clinging to me like a long-armed monkey.

“We’ve kept the food waiting for too long. Let’s go eat together with Papa.”

Well the Papa she meant wasn’t me, but my dad. Satou Mari, now Morishita Mari, officially became my dad’s wife after she gave birth to Sugumi. She retired from her job and became a full-time housewife, leading a busy daily life.

When I returned to my room on the second floor, I changed into my everyday clothes. The backside of my suit is, fortunately, not torn from the fall. Is this going to happen every day from now on? I wish Mari would teach her daughter not to charge at people.

“Oh well. But now, about the panties… saying it out loud myself feels like i’m a pervert”

Well it seems that my mission of putting on 12 different panties for women is still continuing. This idiotic trail that that goddess prepared seems to have just started, and I have only cleared one, Mari. The road ahead is long, and time is passing mercilessly.

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　　【Explanation Page】RK.2

　　NEXT Panties

　　How to use this window

　　Mission Clear Conditions

　　About Rank Up

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I don’t have a good memory, but “RK.2” and “NEXT Panties” weren’t on the previous status screen/window. RK is undoubtedly a rank, and it’s gone up from 1 to 2. The choices have changed because of that.

“The meaning is clear for the RK, but… NEXT Panties… “

It must mean about the next target, right? It feels like one of those customer pages on a panty collector site, which really kills the mood. ‘NEXT’ is fine, but there are so many other ways to refer to a ‘woman’ or a ‘mission,’ aren’t there?

I have no choice but to move forward. I reluctantly touch the screen.

“Here we go!”

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　　　Satou Mari

　【Panties Photo】Sakuragi Mika

　【Panties Photo】

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A row of 11 panty photos was displayed in a grand manner. The top one, Satou Mari, is grayed out with no photo. It’s proof that she’s been cleared. The only one with a name next to the image is this.

“Sakuragi Mika. I don’t know who she is, but she seems to be the next target.”

Poke.

When I touch her name, the screen switches to Sakuragi Mika’s information, just like a smartphone game status. The goddess is quite familiar with human society.

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　　335 days 08:31

　　【Panties Photo】

　　Sakuragi Mika

　　Age

　　Address

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The information is minimal, not even including the age like it did for Mari. It seems she lives in the neighboring city. I could probably get there by transferring between the subway and bus. A car would be convenient, but I don’t have a license…

Attending driving school feels like a hassle. I should stop wishing for things I don’t have and just be content with knowing who the target is.

I need to make contact with Sakuragi Mika as soon as possible and gather information about her. It would be easier if I could find her online

I went downstairs to the living room for dinner.

“Onii-chan, you’re late! I’m hungry!”

Sugumi is sulking at the table where the food is laid out. No matter how much a young girl gets angry, it’s only cute to the eyes of the beholder, but this one is supposedly my little sister. The truth is, she just appeared out of nowhere when I woke up this morning. Even though they say we’re blood-related siblings, it doesn’t feel real to me.

Though it’s vague, I do have some memories of Sugumi in my mind. It’s as if the inconsistencies and dissonance in my memories caused by the time leap are being patched up. But it feels like trying to fill a large crack with putty—forced and unnatural. I don’t even know about this child’s birth. The one who spent those 10 years with her was a different, worn-down Akira.

That being said, I have no intention of causing any trouble at home. I’ve developed a good relationship with Mari. Sugumi is like a smaller version of Mari, and she’s incredibly adorable. Her hair reached down to her waist, and I thought, ‘It must be tough to take care of.’ She’s attached to me, and if I can just overlook her tackles, I suppose the day will come when I can truly feel like she’s my little sister.

“Feed me~ Ahn~”

“I always did that?”

“Yeah! Ahn~”

If this girl says so, then it must be true. She tucked her hair behind her ear with her fingers, closed her eyes, and opened her small mouth in a round shape. As I fed her rice with chopsticks, I couldn’t help but think of how there was a character like this in some moe merchandise—an inappropriate thought to have. When her lips closed and I gently pulled the chopsticks away, my heart thumped, and a shiver ran down my spine. It felt like I was being suckled, though I’ve never experienced that before.

At the dining table, Mari was seated across from me, while Sugumi sat beside me. My dad, like the dependable patriarch of the Showa era, sat with his back to the kitchen, directly facing the TV. There’s a rule that the TV stays off during meals, but it’s rarely on to begin with. My dad picked up a piece of his food with his chopsticks and tried to give it to Sugumi.

“It’s unfair that you’re only allowing Akira to do it. Let Papa feed you too!”

“I don’t need to eat food from Papa!”

“Guh…”

My dad, who was sulking, glared at me as if stabbing me with his eyes. Managing two actions simultaneously is quite skillful for an adult. Still, it’s quite a shock.

“Mou~ I’m here for you, Papa, so feed me instead..”

“Ah, okay.”

Mari, the ever-reliable Mari-mama. My dad sure is awkward with such things. Just then, I overheard Mari whispering ‘Tonight, let’s do it, okay?’ to him. As she said those words, she blushed. It’s good to know that their relationship is going well…

When everyone is happy, I’m happy too. It’s what you’d call family bonding. I don’t remember the time when my real mother passed away because I was small, but there must have been scenes like this.

Living alone with my father for a long time had its own rhythm and wasn’t particularly inconvenient. So, when Mari, as a new mother figure, came into the household, I could only feel bewildered. My father is still relatively young. Even though he might think there’s nothing that can be done about it, he still couldn’t sort out his feelings after all this time.

Right now, this kind of ‘lively’ atmosphere feels natural. It might seem like a matter of course since Mari came, but it took me 12 years to reach this point.

It’s because I was able to reflect on my past that I returned to. At the time, I didn’t notice the confusion I was feeling. I’ve grown up a little.

I need to thank the goddess for giving me this chance. It’s hard to swallow, though.

“Mama. More, please.”

“Yes, yes.”

Even though he could do it himself, Dad is pushing his bowl forward to ask for a refill. Mari is diligently attending to him.

Though it’s just one scene at the dining table, I wonder if Mari isn’t bored. She quit her job and is now dedicating herself to being a housewife. There’s a common response from housewives who have left their jobs in street interviews: ‘I feel like I’ve been cut off from society.

“Mari… Mama, isn’t being a housewife boring?”

“Things like that! I don’t even have time to feel it! In the morning, I wake up earlier than anyone else, prepare breakfast and lunchboxes. After sending everyone off, I do the cleaning and laundry. Once I’ve had a light lunch, I go shopping and tend to the garden during the free time I have, and then Sugumi comes back. By the time I finish preparing dinner, the two of them come home. The day ends in the blink of an eye. It’s even busier than when I was working!”

“Is that so?”

I can’t tell if she’s saying she’s fulfilled or asking for a break, but there’s no mistake that I’ve stepped on a landmine. I’ve engraved this matter in my heart to never bring it up again.

“Thank you for the meal! Let’s go to the bath.”

After finishing her meal, Sugumi clears her own dishes. When she returns to the living room, she quickly strips off her clothes, ending up in just a slim pair of panties. Does she have no sense of shame? When I observe only with my eyes, it seems like I’m the only one who’s awkward. Of course, Dad is her father. To Sugumi, I’m her older brother. What kind of reservations could there be within the family?

“Again? You just finished eating.”