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

Volume 3- Chapter 03: Bathing with Two JS is Dangerous!

Sugumi is ten years old, twenty years younger than me. She’s my half-sister from a different mother, but we share the same blood from the father side. She adores me, her older brother, and despite it being summer, she sticks to me like a slug. She even said, ‘I want my first time to be with my reliable Onii-chan.’ She always invites me to take a bath with her, and if I don’t give in, she pouts.

In the utility room that leads to the bathroom, Honoka and I were pulled along by Sugumi, who was only wearing her pants.

“Sugumi, you take baths with Onii-san?”

“It’s normal in our family. Honoka-chan does too, right? Come on, join us.”

“Haha, very funny.”

“You’re joking, right?”

Honoka and I were on the same page—embarrassed and confused. Taking a bath with Sugumi was one thing, but doing so with a friend present was a whole different and very problematic story. If word got out, it would be all over the internet.

Sugumi playfully patted Honoka’s shoulder and flashed a wide grin.

“Honoka-kun, this is a once in a lifetime chance.” (T/N: Sugumi is acting like a wise man who already graduated from being a virgin.)

Some character she watched, perhaps?

And what chance was she talking about?

“What chance? What are you talking about?”

Sugumi continued, unfazed.

“Fufun, didn’t you say you wanted to become an adult and be useful to your mother? Well, this is your chance. I guarantee you’ll level up after this.”

“Become an adult…? Really?”

“It’s not that kind of adulthood. I’m sure of it.”

“In truth, there’s only one path to adulthood, and you’ll climb those steps one day!”

Sugumi, with a flourish, tossed her long hair back and finally took off her pants. She was the first to step through the bathroom door.

Just then, Mari arrived in the utility room, carrying a bath towel and underwear—presumably for Sugumi and Honoka to change into.

“Mari, tell Sugumi off too. She said that she want Honoka-chan to come in the bath with us. Sugumi’s being quite weird today. Honoka-chan’s parents might come storming in, you know?”

Mari set down the clothes, gently touched my cheek, and softly whispered,

“Don’t worry, Akira. Honoka-chan’s mother is very easy-going.”

“That’s what you’re reassuring me about!? She’s a girl, a student, and she’s not related to me. She’s going to take a bath with me. Naked.”

“Well, her mother actually seems happy about it. Their house was one without her husband, so she thought that her daughter interacting with a man would be a good experience for her. Please take good care of the adorable Honoka-chan, she says.”

“She’s happy about it?” I was stunned. I’d heard Honoka was being raised by a single mother, but I hadn’t expected this kind of modern parenting.

“Should we take a commemorative photo?”

Even if her mother approved, taking photos was a bad idea. I imagined the headlines: “Blacked-out Photos of Me and the JS Girls Surface Online.” Evidence speaks for itself and spreads like wildfire.

“Don’t.”

“If you insist…”

This girl… She seemed more disappointed that we weren’t taking photos than concerned about the potential scandal. “Well then, enjoy your bath,” she said, closing the door behind her.

In the bathroom was my sister, and in the narrow utility room were Honoka, a junior high school girl with short hair, and me. Honoka’s eyes, gazing up at me, were level with my chest, and her cheeks were slowly turning pink. The gap between us was only 30 centimeters.

“Bathing with Onii-chan is so fun. I can brag about it to my classmates. Come on!”

Sugumi beckoned, and Honoka, steeling herself, began to undress. Interestingly, she took off her skirt first, leaving her in just her panties. She took three deep breaths, then slowly removed her sleeve mesh T-shirt.

The curves of her chest were a delightful surprise. I hadn’t noticed them before because she wore oversized T-shirts, but now I could see she was about a B-cup—large for a fourth grader. I’m usually into panties, so I’m not an expert on bras, but I do know a fair bit about those too.

“Ah, Honoka-chan, you’re wearing a bra. Nice.”

Children develop at different rates. Both girls were in the same grade but looked very different. Sugumi’s chest was noticeably developing, and she’d recently started complaining about sore, itchy nipples, though she wasn’t quite ready for a bra yet.

Honoka, on the other hand, wore a plain, functional junior bra that lacked any decorative or sexy elements. It was a refreshing, innocent sight.

Honoka took off her pants and stood naked before us. She was about the same height as Sugumi, but her body seemed more mature.

“I’m embrassed. Onii-san, don’t look so much.”

“S-sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

I’d been caught staring, or rather, admiring. A girl on the cusp of womanhood with an innocent, captivating beauty.

“Onii-chan, hurry up and get naked too. Don’t make a lady wait.”

“That’s what you say, but…”

Until recently, my body had reacted to Sugumi’s nakedness. I’d struggled to see her as my sister, but that changed when I attended her birth. Now, mentally and physically, I truly recognized her as my sister, and my lower half had calmed down… or so I thought.

Never underestimate the allure of a girl’s body. My mood, and subsequently my nether regions, responded to Honoka’s presence, and my manhood began to stir. It was rising, inching toward the ceiling. This was problematic, especially with these children present.

Honoka, trying to hide her embarrassment, covered her chest and the gap between her legs with her hands and stepped into the bathroom. Sugumi adjusted the shower temperature and pulled her friend into an embrace. Together, they let the warm water cascade over their heads.

“This feels nice.”

“Hahhh… Onii-san, take off your clothes too. Shower with us.”

The innocent girls, their hair dripping, let the water droplets slide down their supple skin.

“Onii-chan, if you don’t take off your clothes now, my hands, holding the shower head, might slip! Come on, hurry up.”

“Don’t spray me! Fine, I’m taking them off!”

I had no choice but to comply. I stripped and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I tried to maintain some modesty by covering my front with a sponge.

Peeking through my fingers, I saw Honoka staring intently at me. Her curious gaze was almost painful.

Sugumi leaned in close to her friend’s ear and whispered,

“Honoka-chan, can you see it?”

“Eh… U-um, what are you talking about?”

“It’s big, right? Can you tell?”

I can hear you. The bathroom was a small, enclosed space, so sound carried easily.

“U-um, I wasn’t looking that closely…”

“See, I knew you were looking!”

“Th-that’s not it…”

“I was worried because it stayed dormant for quite a while. I’m glad you don’t have erectile dysfunction.”

That’s only because I wasn’t attracted to you anymore, Sugumi. But I am attracted to Honoka, and well, I did react to Sugumi once. I seem to have a stronger preference for loli than I thought.

“Sit on the floor, Onii. I’ll wash your hair first as a service.”

I did as I was told and sat down—a convenient position to hide my growing excitement. The floor tiles were pleasantly warm from the shower, and Sugumi stood behind me, pouring water over my head. She pumped some men’s rinse shampoo into her hand and applied it to my hair, working up a rich lather as she scrubbed my scalp.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah. It tickles.”

Her small fingers massaged my scalp and hair, a sensation very different from when I washed my own hair. Her strength was insufficient, and she couldn’t reach all the itchy spots, but it was still pleasantly ticklish and relaxing. My back started to feel tingly.

Sugumi grabbed the showerhead from the floor and quickly rinsed my hair. It was a brief wash, and I would have preferred a more thorough job, but I supposed this would have to do.

“Next, let’s wash your body. You always wash mine, so I’ll return the favor with a thorough scrub.”

“A thorough return scrub, huh? That sounds scary.”

“Don’t worry, just leave it to me.”

My sister had prepared not only her usual body soap but also a semi-transparent container filled with a jelly-like liquid.

Honoka took the showerhead from Sugumi and began to rinse her own body. She sat on the bath chair, her bare bottom perched on the edge, looking unsure what to do next.

“U-um, Sugumi-chan, what should I do?”

Should she wash herself, or should she wait for Sugumi to do it? She seemed unsure, and her attempts to cover her naked body were half-hearted at best. A naked girl is an angel, albeit a bit hard to see clearly through the steam.

“That’s a no go, Onii-chan.”

“Huh? What is?”

Sugumi scolded me, though I hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Your hands are free, aren’t you slacking off? Wash Honoka-chan.”

“I don’t slack off at work, but you want me to wash her? She’s your friend, so you should do it.”

“Are you blind? My hands are full washing you.”

Saying this, Sugumi pumped some body soap into her hand and added a bit of the jelly-like liquid from the container.

“Here’s the body sponge.”

“I don’t need it. It feels better to use my hands—more natural.”

“It’s proper manners to use it….”

I tried to hand her the sponge that had been wedged between my legs, but she refused to take it. She lathered the soap in her palms and began to scrub my back directly with her palms, using a massage-like technique, drawing circles on my back with both her hands.

The softness of her palms, combined with the slippery sensation of the soap, which felt different from our usual brand, immediately filled me with a warm, relaxed feeling.

“What’s that liquid?”

“Lotion.”

“You got lotion from there?”

“It was on the shelf above the utility room door.”

It was probably Mari’s bath product. Something to alleviate their pent-up frustration, perhaps?

Usually, Mari would take her baths quickly, but when my father was home, she’d linger in the bath. Now I understood why. They must have used stuff like this after we went to bed. Well, they’re a married couple, so it’s fine, but the thought of them sneaking around made me feel a bit guilty.

Sugumi diligently scrubbed my body, her small frame moving energetically. She pressed her chest and stomach firmly against my back, and I could feel her tiny nipples, which were starting to harden, drawing circles against my skin. I’d never been to a soapland, but I imagined the attendants did something similar. It was a sensation I could get used to.

“O-Onii-can, does it feel good.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Sugumi feels good too… some kind of nice feeling… uhh…”

Her hands gradually roamed, starting from my back and moving to my neck, sides, waist, chest, and finally my stomach. I knew I should stop her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I didn’t want to reject her earnest, modest efforts.

“P-please…”

Honoka placed the showerhead on the floor. She’d finished washing her short hair by herself. The powerful spray of the showerhead quickly heated the room.

“Please what?”

Our legs formed a V-shape as we faced each other, and she took my hands. The water dripping from her hair ran down her shoulders, chest, and navel, disappearing into the valley of her thighs. She was trembling, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Please wash my body, Onii-san.”

T/N: JS is a version of JK, which refers to schoolgirls/elementary students in this case.

To be more specific, it would be Joushi Shougakusei.