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

Volume 2- Chapter 10: Cutting a Female Nurse’s 〇〇〇〇〇 hair.

In the hospital’s wheelchair-accessible bathroom, a confined space, Sakuragi Mika and I were alone. Mika removed the strings of her hospital gown with the bath towel covering her body, struggling to undress herself due to her paralyzed legs.

She couldn’t undress herself completely, so she quickly reached out for my help.

“Don’t look, and help me lift my butt so I can take off my gown.”

Although her legs were paralyzed, she could still tense them a little. Mika put her arms around my neck, and I hugged her waist, lifting her off the wheelchair. The hospital gown remained on the wheelchair, and now she was only wearing panties.

“Y-you’re also going to remove your underwear right?”

“Yeah, but it’s a T-back, so don’t look too much.”

“T-back? What’s that?”

Could it be the latest in panty fashion? Women’s underwear is quite profound. Mika didn’t take so much time to take off her underwear.

“It’s like this… And that’s it, no more service.”

She quickly swept her hand across my field of vision, rolled up the underwear, and stuffed it into a small container.

Even if it’s just for a moment, my mind catches it. Don’t underestimate the capacity of my mental erotic HDD. Rewinding the memory, the object that appears is string and fabric. Is this what they call, a ‘Fundoshi’? It’s close, but not quite. A string thong usually has a wide waistband. I recognize this shape, with the fabric hanging down.

That’s something truly fitting for the waist of a Japanese man. I remembered. It’s the panties that Mika pulled out from the status screen. That type, if I recall correctly..

“Ah, a loincloth… So that’s what it is.”

I tapped my palm with my fingers, as if to say, “I got it.”

“You figured it out. It’s easier to put on and take off, and it’s easier to check the patient’s condition or perineal care from the side. It’s better from a medical perspective. When I was a nurse, I used to make patients wear them, even if they didn’t like it. But now that I’ve worn one myself, I understand that it’s a blow to a woman’s dignity.”

The lessons from that time really came in handy. The panties bestowed upon Mika by the goddess fall into the category of a fundoshi style. Since they’re loose, tending to her from the side is easier than with regular underwear. And yet, the design isn’t bad at all. For someone like her, who can’t move her legs, there’s no better pair of panties than these.

I put Mika back in the wheelchair. She looked up at me with downcast eyes and pleaded with me.

“Please… I’m naked under the bath towel. Nothing else. You, too. At least, take off everything other than your underwear.”

She wasn’t an animal to be groomed, but as a nurse, she felt awkward being naked in front of someone. Although she would be exposing her body to doctors during surgery, it was a different matter when facing someone directly outside medical purposes.

At that time, Mari said the same thing. It’s not about engaging in an act of intimacy. However, she doesn’t want to be treated merely in a clinical manner. Since it’s not a typical nurse-patient relationship, perhaps she wants to create at least an emotionally charged situation through the performance, to come to terms with herself.

“Stalker-kun… You’re aroused.”

“Is that bad? There’s a beautiful naked woman in front of me. It’s a matter of course.”

“Thank you. You say I’m beautiful even though I’m skinny.”

She herself lifted the hem of the bath towel, revealing her legs. Her legs were slightly apart, but the darkness concealed the details.

“Please… I’m begging you.”

“What are your instructions?”

“None. I don’t know what to say. Just shave it nicely.”

“Okay.”

As a 30-year-old, I was a veteran at shaving my beard. During long holidays like Bon and New Year, when I let my beard grow out, it would hurt to shave because the beard would get long and the razor would catch on it. I had to pull the beard first. The same logic applied to pubic hair, I assumed.

I thoroughly washed my hands with the faucet water and the provided soap. I knelt in front of her legs and took the scissors and razor from the small container, along with the shaving cream. I put them all in the plastic wash basin.

“I need to lift your leg to avoid accidentally hitting it, it would be your right leg, is that okay?”

My eyes, which were intently watching Mika’s thick thighs, caught the subtle nod of approval. That’s a good sign, right? Let’s go.

I held her calf and lifted her heel, using one hand to support her leg as it gradually rose. With both legs now apart, the gap between her thighs widened, exposing her private area. Her legs were completely open, and her hidden parts were revealed.

Her pubic hair was dark, and the darkness concealed what lay beneath. I couldn’t compare it to anyone else, but…

“Don’t look.”

“I’m looking. I’m intently looking.”

“No.”

Mika tried to cover herself with her hands, but her paralyzed legs wouldn’t listen to her.

“It burrowed back again…”

Nothing has started yet. To begin trimming her pubic hair, I need her hands off to continue. I’m not skilled enough to manage shaving her with those obstruction to my vision. Should I wait and see if she stops covering it with her hands, or just stop here? Unexpectedly, I was able to see and appreciate that part of her, so I am somewhat satisfied.

It would be fine if it ended here, but I waited for a while. And then Mika’s hands slowly moved away.. Mika’s daughter was revealed once again. That was her answer.

“I’m sorry. I asked you to do this.”

She lifted her bent knee, and her pubic hair, which was also dark, covered the flower. A small piece of flesh peeked out from the tightly closed slit, but the details were hidden in the darkness.

“W-Well, let’s get started.”

I put my body between her legs, which were now spread wide, and held the scissors with my thumb and middle finger, pinching her pubic hair. I was very close to her flower. I cut the tips of her hair with the scissors.

“U-uhn…”

Was that a moan?

Her legs were paralyzed, so she shouldn’t be feeling anything, right? Perhaps it was just a coincidence that she made a sound because of some other factor. Did she remember something from her nights with Saeuchi?

I held her hair again and snipped it.

“…Ngu…”

Again.

I looked up, curious, and saw her eyes looking directly at me.

“I can feel it… My legs are paralyzed, but down there isn’t. Please be gentle…”

She tightly clenched her lips, trying to calm her ragged breath. The breath she exhaled was very warm. Her fingertips were dancing in the air, as if they couldn’t find a place to rest.

Her hands told a story. If she lost control of herself, even a little, she would embrace me and kiss me.

… Or so I imagined.

“I’ll try to hold back as much as I can as an adult, but…”

I say as an adult, but we probably weren’t that far apart in age.

And my imagination was close to the truth.

“I’m 20 years old. How old are you, Mika?”

“Ahhh! Don’t call me Mika!”

She pulled my head on her chest, hugging me tightly. “Be careful,” I instinctively pulled back my hand holding the scissors.

She pulled me closer and kissed my forehead and cheeks. But it seemed like she was struggling with her own conflicting emotions. The continuous kisses were gentle and lingering.

The quiet intensity of the embrace tickled my suppressed desires.

“I’m 24. Yousuke is one year younger than me. I like younger guys because I like to act like an older sister. Stalker-kun.”

Mika had accepted my somewhat perverted actions without much resistance. I had found it unnatural, but now I understood that it was because she has some liking for younger guys.

“I, I understand how you feel, but should I continue shaving?”

“Yes. And let’s finish what we started…”

Mika’s words echoed in my mind. …finish what we started?

“Is that okay? For us to do it?”

“Yeah.”

I put down the scissors and picked them up again, holding them closer to her legs, which were now spread even wider. I leaned in, my face close to her private area, and continued to cut her pubic hair.

Morishita Akira, 30 years old. Due to the goddess’s trial, I was currently time-leaped to the age of 20, with the mission of putting panties on 12 women.

I might be able to finally graduate from being a virgin!