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

Volume 2- Chapter 06: Shigamoto Makoto

She’s too bright. Too dazzling.

I couldn’t look directly at Shigamoto Makoto’s smiling face as we walked side by side. The last time I saw her, about a month ago, she had been one of the people who came to me for advice during the time I time leaped back to my third year of highschool.

Although my body was 18 years old, I’m 30 years old inside.

Makoto’s demeanor as she taught her classmates how to study seemed reliable, and her calm and collected attitude, despite not being from the same class with the students she interacts with, put the first-year girls at ease.

When girls called me to the classroom after school, my heart raced, thinking they might confess their love to me, but it always turned out to be something like, “I want to confess to the guy I like, but how should I do it…?” As these types of consultations continued, I became used to them, and my casual, off-the-cuff advice seemed to be accurate, earning me the title of “romance expert.”

Shigamoto Makoto was just one of those people, nothing more. In my memory, she wasn’t one of the girls who showed up at my house, but she seemed to view me as a somewhat reliable older brother figure. Mari had said she was a potential love interest for me, but that was a stretch. There was no way her affection for me was on that level. After all, I was still a virgin to date.

“There were a lot of pregnant women, and they all looked so happy.”

Makoto wore a cool tank top and a half-sleeve hoodie. Her blue miniskirt fluttered in the wind. She looked fresh in this outfit, not the familiar school uniform blazer. While she was plain compared to the models in TV and fashion magazines, she always looked cute no matter what she wore.

“Yeah. Soon, Sugumi will be born, and Dad’s happiness level will go up too.”

“Sugumi…? Is that the name of the baby in her belly? Mari-san haven’t yet thought of a name though?”

Oh, right, I almost forgot. My little sister is still in the womb of Mari. Mari and Dad decided on her name after seeing her face. They didn’t even ask to know the gender because they wanted to enjoy the moment of meeting her.

“Uh well, it was kind of a reflex? Like already thinking of a possible name for her, you know? Hahaha…”

Yabai. If Mari and Dad heard about this, it could somehow cause them to think of another name for her. If that were to happen, will Sugumi remain the same Sugumi I spent those few days with when I come back?

“I also want to have a cute baby someday… Hey, Senpai.”

Her eyes sparkled as she said, “Hey.”

What did she mean by that?

This girl was about to be featured in a weekly magazine. Being an idol, it was inevitable that she would be the subject of rumors with other talents. Their relationships would be exposed in the tabloids, causing a stir on information programs, only to eventually fade away and be forgotten. The media would make a meal out of the truth, whether it was true or not, as long as it sold.

I couldn’t breathe as she looked at me with glistening eyes. Her charm was genuine, and that’s why it was so troublesome. A 30-year-old man was being captivated by an 18-year-old girl.

“Well, Makoto, you’re popular, so you can make a boyfriend whenever you want, you know?”

“I have a lot of fans and cool idol friends, but possible romance partners? It’s a different matter.”

She pouted and asserted herself. Her shoulder had been brushing against mine from time to time, and now her hand touched mine. I expected her to pull away, but she kept holding my hand as we walked. That spot felt sensitive and tingly, and her slightly cold hand felt nice.

“So, you have your exams coming up, right? It must be tough to study while working. Are you properly keeping up with your classes?”

“You know which university I’m aiming for, right, Senpai? It’s the same one as yours. I don’t need to study at all; it’s easy.”

She sure is carefree. The first time I took the exams, I failed due to a lack of preparation, and the second time, I barely passed it. And she was saying it was a easy? Damn.

“Oh, I’m going to Okinawa tomorrow.”

“Okinawa? For work?”

“Yes. It’s another gravure photo shoot. The staffs are excited, saying it’s ‘the last summer of high school,’ so they’re going all out. It’s embarrassing because some of the swimsuit designs are quite revealing, but I can’t go against the sponsor’s wishes. But I’m happy to be able to wear a lot of new outfits. If you want to see them, I can send you the photos.”

Shigamoto Makoto in a swimsuit. The photos she took herself with her smartphone would be hidden treasures not found in her photobooks. I wanted to see them. I wanted to devour them. No, that was wrong. This was the moment to hide my ulterior motives. I had to maintain my image as a reliable senior.

“… If you want to send them, then go ahead.”

“Ah, Senpai, your eyes are so lewd. What are you going to do with my photos? I’m not sending them to you.”

Her hand slipped away. Shigamoto Makoto ran a few steps ahead and turned around. Her black hair was special. While most Japanese people had black hair, hers stood out. Her long hair, captured in a stop-motion moment, hid half of her face, creating a mysterious atmosphere. She was an idol who captivated everyone.

“I’ll contact you when I get there, and when I get back, let’s meet again. I have something I want to consult with you about.”

As I would later find out, this promise to meet would never be fulfilled. The purpose of this time leap was to get Sakuragi Mika to wear the panties, and everything else was secondary. Additionally, there was also the birth of Sugumi, Mari’s child.

I was busy with these matters, and although I exchanged messages with Shigamoto Makoto via SNS, I couldn’t keep our promise to meet up after her shooting. This encounter with her would be the last we would have during this time leap.

***

“You must have a lot of free time since you’re in university. Help Mari with her packing.”

“I don’t have free time. My practical driving test is coming up soon, and I’m busy.”

In the past, 20-year-old me was apparently in the process of obtaining a standard driver’s license at a driving school. I would be finishing all the courses in a few days, and after the final road test, I would take the practical exam. If I passed the written test, I would officially become a licensed driver.

“Who’s paying for all this? The car purchase, too?”

With the addition of Sugumi, our family would grow, and we would have more opportunities to go out together. In the original timeline, neither my father nor I had a driver’s license, but having one would be convenient, and it would be fun to go camping as a family of four… When I hinted at this, my father became enthusiastic about the idea. All the expenses were covered by my father, and I was on my way to getting my license.

All of this was done by the 30-year-old me, who had traveled back in time. I wanted a license, so good job, me. But could I really drive? My only hope was that my memory of driving would overwrite my current lack of experience.

Next week, a used six-seater RV would be delivered to us. It would be Mari’s means of transportation to the hospital. I looked forward to that, too.

There was a downside to the license and car situation. It became harder to disagree with my father’s opinions. It was difficult to go against the sponsor’s wishes.

“… Please let me help.”

At my father’s request, I became responsible for helping Mari with her packing.

“Akira, thank you. There were a lot of things I wanted to buy, and this is the list. Please get them for me.”

“Mari-nee, you want me to buy all of this for you…?”

Most of the items on the list were clothes, including innerwear like bras and panties, maternity wear, and fashion items. There were also a lot of sanitary products mixed along.

“Please. It’s a shame that I can’t see the look on your face as you go through all this shopping though. Fufufu~”

“You’re bullying your stepson, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I did say that. It’s tough love.”

So, that’s how it was.

“Well, I guess I have no choice but to do it.”