A 30 Year Old Virgin (One Who Haven’t Even Interacted with Women) Took an Exam to Become a Wizard. - Volume 3- Chapter 01: Morning Burger

Volume 3- Chapter 01: Morning Burger

I drove towards the company. It was time for work. Usually, I commuted by bus or train, but since I had stopped by Sakuragi Mika’s grave, which was in a different direction, I decided to take the car today.

I had successfully put on the goddess panties for Sakuragi Mika, my 2nd target. Mika was a terminally ill cancer patient who had died ten years ago. It had been a challenging task, and even now, I couldn’t believe I had pulled it off.

I had broken out in cold sweats and tears, and even released my manly essence at the time. More than anything, it had all come down to good luck and timing.

By the way, the first was ‘Morishita Mari’ , who’s my stepmother.

“Sure it was a task that I needed to put on panties on my own stepmother and a terminally ill patient, but I can’t believe that I actually pulled it off.”

As I navigated a curve, I smiled bitterly at my choice of targets. This ridiculous exam made me so angry.

The goddess had asked me if I wanted to take the test to become a wizard. Out of curiosity, I had answered ‘yes’. After hearing my answer, she revealed the conditions: ‘If you pass, you will become a full-fledged wizard, but if you fail, your soul will be destroyed, and you will wander in pitch darkness, outside the cycle of reincarnation. The deadline is one year.’

There’s a saying about equivalent exchange, but this was a grossly unequal exchange. It was outright fraud. Could this goddess be a low-level receiver in a widespread fraudulent goddess group? Instead of cash, she was taking ‘time’ as collateral for souls. She was stealing time from the examinees.

It had taken me seven weeks to conquer the first two targets.

There were ten panties left, and I had ten months and one week left. If I assumed that it would take a month to put on each pair of panties, it seemed like I would make it in time, but this was just a rough estimate. The future was uncertain. Time was finite.

The thought of the ‘wizard exam’ had faded from my mind. All I was concerned about now was completing the task within the deadline.

When a target was conquered, a time leap would automatically occur. That’s why the environment changed drastically each time I needed to put on some panties on specific targets.

My relationship with Mari, who used to be just a stranger living under the same roof as me, has improved. I even got a little sister that I didn’t think I’d ever have.

My workplace had also changed. The president and my colleagues remained the same, but my affiliation and environment had changed dynamically. The once-struggling small business had been promoted to a mid-sized enterprise’s business division. The power of time the correction was truly astonishing.

An incredibly talented junior, who made me wonder, ‘Why him?’, had joined the company, and our sales capabilities had increased several fold. The number of orders had skyrocketed, and we had to pass some of the work on to other departments. My salary had increased, and my bank balance was flourishing.

“The company’s policy of leaving on time is a lifesaver, but… I’m hungry.”

Since I had come out early in the morning, I hadn’t had breakfast yet, what should I do?

After a brief deliberation, I parked my car in the fast burger joint’s parking lot. This was definitely not slacking off. I had already informed the president that I would be late.

I ordered a large burger set at the counter. As the smell of the hamburger on the tray tickled my nose, I headed up to the terrace on the second floor, where the breeze blows nicely. There were only a few customers. I sat at the farthest, most inconspicuous seat.

I looked down at the crowded highway with people and cars from the window and indulged in my burger, feeling a sense of superiority. This was what happiness felt like.

After washing down my fries with cola, I opened the status screen.

　　【Explanation Page】RK.3

　　NEXT Panties

　　How to use this window

　　Mission Clear Conditions

　　About Rank Up

Events and Divine Words

My rank had risen to 3 without my knowledge. A new section, ‘Events and Divine Words’, had been added. I tapped on it, but it was empty. Perhaps it was just an update in preparation, and the content would be added later. Even goddesses seemed to do things in a human-like manner.

I tapped on ‘NEXT Panties’ to check the next target.

318 days, 05:12

[Panties photo]

Saitou Mutsumi

Age: 19 years old

Address: Kochi Prefecture

“Saitou Mutsumi. With such an old-fashioned name and design, I thought she’d be a middle-aged woman from the Showa era, but she’s 19 years old. Maybe she’s a hostess?”

The panties were sheer and incredibly sexy. They were a special, glamorous design for a special night.

As I swiped through the photos of ‘Mutsumi’, I imagined what kind of person she might be. At the same time, I glanced around to make sure no one was looking at me. I had already checked that this seat was out of the view of the in-store cameras when I came upstairs. No one could see me. I had achieved a perfect hidden lifestyle.

It was my policy to always check the actual item. Touching it was important. Photos couldn’t convey the texture and purpose, and the experience could be useful. Well, it had been useful with Mika…

I tapped on the [Panties photo] image. The panties stored in the status screen materialized in the air and gently landed on my palm.

“Ooh, oh my! Shi… Stupid… Stop…”

In my excitement, I had accidentally spoken out loud. I quickly covered my mouth. A guy with sunglasses glared at me, and I lowered my head, muttering, “It’s nothing.”

Wow, these were amazing!

It had been the right decision to materialize them.

The photos didn’t do them justice at all. They were ten times sexier in person.

The fluttering, sheer fabric was black. Despite its thin and delicate appearance, the material felt smooth to the touch. I saluted the advanced technology that had achieved the combination of these two contrasting elements. I quietly performed a small manzai (comic dialogue) salute.

The design was also lovely. The waistband was divided into two thin strips that sat on the hip bones.

And here’s the important part:

The crotch area was split!

Well, of course, the crotch area is usually split, but that’s not what I mean. Like men’s underwear, these panties had a wide, gaping opening in the center of the fabric.

Unlike men’s underwear, which has a tightly sewn seam to prevent the ‘stick’ from popping out unnecessarily, these panties had a very loose and gentle connection, almost as if they were barely there. It was a bold design philosophy that welcomed exposure, suggesting that there was no need to take them off, and one could simply ‘receive’ the holy sword while still wearing them. They were the dream ‘bed-in’ panties!

These night lingerie panties were designed to stimulate a man’s five senses. If a woman wore these and invited me, I would be putty in her hands. No, just seeing a woman wear them would be enough for me to say ‘yes’. They were definitely not for everyday use. The proof was that my crotch had been swelling ever since I saw them, and my pants were now tenting, with a noticeable bulge at the front.

What Hollywood actress would wear these? They didn’t seem like they would suit a Japanese woman at all!

Haa, haa… Calm down, me!

“But… the address is just ‘Kochi Prefecture’. That’s too vague. How am I supposed to make contact with that person?”

I checked the status screen for ‘Saitou Mutsumi’, but there was very little information available. Usually, there would at least be a photo of her face, but in this case, all I knew was that she was 19 years old and is located in Kochi Prefecture.

“Oh, you’re going to put panties on a woman in Kochi Prefecture?”

Was there even an airport in Kochi Prefecture? Even if there was, it would be too much to go all the way there just to put on a pair of panties. I knew nothing about Mutsumi, and I couldn’t just wing it like I had with Mika. I hoped she wouldn’t happen to be in the news like Mika had been, but I couldn’t count on that.

“No… I guess I’ll have to send them by mail. There might be other people with the same name, so I’ll have to be careful.”

“So, you’ll be sending them to multiple women, Senpai? What’s the name?”

Name? Of course, I knew the name. There was no need to ask.

“Saitou… Mutsumi… W-Why are you here, Shigamoto Makoto?!”

I was sitting on a bench seat, and Shigamoto Makoto had somehow managed to sit right next to me.

She typed something into her smartphone—probably a name—and smiled with a lovely smile that could stir up the media.

“Stir up the media” isn’t just a metaphor. Makoto was originally an idol. She caused quite a stir when she graduated from being an idol at the same time she graduated from university. And for some reason, she joined our company as that ‘top’ salesperson that improved our company.

“Thank you for calling me by my full name. No one ever does, and I was starting to doubt if I was invisible or just a rock.”

“W-when did you get here?”

“Around the time you did that magic trick of pulling out some panties…'”

So, basically, from the start.

“How did you know I was here?”

Makoto pointed out the window. Across the highway, three people were waving at us from an open window on the second floor of the building opposite. I received a vibration on my smartphone, indicating a message from the president: “Enjoy your burger. I sent a chaperone.”

“That damn president…”

I froze in surprise. I had been careless. I knew this burger joint was close by, but I hadn’t considered that we could be seen from the window.

“Only you call the section chief by that title, Senpai. Still, ‘Saitou Mutsumi’, huh?”

Makoto lightly corrected my use of ‘president’ as she looked at the results on her smartphone.

(T/N: MC Called him Shachou(社長) which is more formally used to refer to the top brass, the CEO. Makoto corrected him by saying that it should be Kachou(課長) which refers to section chiefs/manager, which is more on specific department heads, but considering the position of a person in a company, they might as well be the president in the eyes of most employees.)

“There are three people with that name in Kochi Prefecture. If you want me to mail them, I can do that.”

“No, I’ll send them myself.”

These were goddess-branded panties. There was no way I could let Makoto handle them. Although I was sure she wouldn’t lose them, it was better to keep them out of sight. She had found three people with the name ‘Mutsumi’ in Kochi Prefecture, but how had she obtained such personal information?

“That’s all. When you think of Shikoku, you think of the 88-temple pilgrimage. And when you think of Tosa, you think of Sakamoto Ryoma. It must be fun to visit those places.”

“I’m not going… and you seem happy about it. Are you really enjoying this?”

“Very much so. Seeing you make that troubled face is my life’s joy.”

“Life’s joy?”

Wasn’t that something elderly people talked about? It seemed too early for her to be talking about her life’s joy.

Makoto, with her tactile hair tucked behind her ear, looked at me with cold, piercing eyes.

“Senpai, you didn’t meet me when I asked you to in my third year of high school. I haven’t forgotten that.”