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

Volume 3- Chapter 05: Panties by Mail

Sugumi’s friend, Honoka, is staying over. Sugumi’s room was lively, with the sounds of games and conversation continuing late into the night. Despite that, she woke up full of energy in the morning and had already finished getting ready for school by the time I woke up. Is she immortal? I couldn’t sleep because of the noise.

“Mornin’, Onii-chan.”

“Good morning, Onii-san.”

Led by Mari, I saw them off at the entrance, still in my groggy pajamas.

“……Go on, have a good day.”

The two of them had a healthy complexion, and more than that, they exuded a charm that was unbecoming of 10-year-olds. No need to ask what happened.

“Onii-san, bend down.”

“Hmm…?”

When Honoka told me to, I bent down, and–

Chuu

“Eh?”

She kissed my cheek.

“L-Let’s play again soon. Onii-san.”

The blushing girl hooked her toes into her shoes and dashed out of the entrance.

“Honoka-chan, be careful running like that, it’s dangerous.”

“Yes, thank you for having me!”

She turned back, bowed to Mari, winked at me, and ran off. The shy and cute elementary school girl had grown up a little.

“Ah, Honoka-chan, that’s unfair. Onii-chan is Sugumi’s property!”

Sugumi, not to be outdone, jumped and kissed me before she chased after Honoka.

“Quite energetic.”

I stroked my right and left cheeks. I shouldn’t be so carefree seeing them off.

I need to get ready quickly or I’ll be late.

“You’re so popular, Akira.”

Gogogo… A black aura filled the entrance, and Mari exuded an unsettling atmosphere.

“It seems you had quite the fun last night.”

Like a horror movie doll, Mari slowly turned her step-motherly face towards me. Her refreshing smile was truly scary.

“I won’t ask what happened, but please keep a certain level of decency.”

“You told me to wash the two of them, ma–”

“What is it?”

It was you who said it! Or so I wanted to say, but before I could finish, Mari cut me off.

“Uhm, nevermind.”

Indeed. I was told to wash the children, but I wasn’t specifically told to go that far. But this was unexpected. What happened was due to a series of accidental coincidences. I can’t say I’m not responsible…

In fact, I might be mostly responsible. Looking back, it was all my fault. No matter how I try to explain it away, it’s just an excuse. I made the two of them experience something they shouldn’t have.

I feel responsible, but I won’t reflect on it.

“You look happy.”

“Hmm? It’s just your imagination.”

Mari is like an older sister who has me wrapped around her finger. Before, she felt more like a roommate, but now I can’t do anything without her approval.

“Then please keep a certain level of decency.”

She looks to be in her 20s, but her wrinkle-free skin suggests otherwise. She’s so close that our lips are almost touching, and her chest is pressed against mine. This is erotic harassment. There’s no way I can win against such intense skinship.

“……Understood.”

“Yes. All right. Ah…”

Mari quickly moved away from me and immediately went on housewife mode.

Wondering what was going on, I turned around and saw that Dad was awake. Mari seemed to be aware that she had been overly intimate with me, her step-son.

“Good morning, you two. Did Sugumi go to school already?”

“Good morning. She left in high spirits. Breakfast is ready.”

“Ah. There have been frequent incidents of children being abducted lately. Be careful with Sugumi.”

“Yes.”

On days when he doesn’t have to travel for work, Dad always takes it easy. He came home late last night, so I can’t really complain, but as a branch manager, he always always comes to work late. I wish he’d get fired already.

Anyway, I was relieved to be free from the terror.

☆☆☆

I thought about a strategy to get Saitou Mutsumi to wear the panties I sent her.

To get Mutsumi to put them on without suspicion, I would send them from a company rather than as an individual. That part was decided, but to get her to wear them, I needed to come up with a plausible plan.

What kind of content would be more credible and sophisticated?

After thinking and thinking, this catchphrase came to mind:

— A special monitoring project

— Sent only to those who are chosen

— Manner Separates. Keep a secret from your usual self

It doesn’t matter if the phrases sound familiar. I shouldn’t worry about it being too fake or scammy. As long as she wears them, I win. Using this as a foundation, I added more credibility to the plan.

A homepage is a must. I don’t mind if the server is free, since a company that sells products without a website is rare these days.

I designed the header with lingerie, and for the top page, I borrowed a free material image of a woman. I added pages for the company’s philosophy, planned products, a Q&A section, and so on to make it look more legitimate.

“Should I add an AI chat consultation too? This is getting fun.”

Should I get a domain too? If so, I’ll have to get a paid rental server and set up a dedicated email address. I’ll also need a staff recruitment page. For the staff photos, I’ll use Mari.

The company name is “MS Secre”. M for Manner, S for Separates.

I asked OpenAI to design a logo based on the letters M and S, and even created stickers with the logo to make it perfect.

The company’s homepage was completed in three hours.

“Hahaha, this is quite convincing. I’m surprised that I have such a talent!”

I also quickly made a flyer. I sealed the panties in a ClickPost envelope and mailed them out in the middle of the night. I checked, and it seems that unless it’s an island, it will arrive the day after tomorrow.

It’s not an island because there’s a bridge to Shikoku.

There are 10 months left until the trial period ends. It took me 20 days to duplicate two pairs of panties, so I have 298 days left. I had planned to clear one person per month, but at this rate, I’ll exceed the deadline. To clear the targets without any loss, I need to pick up the pace.

“I’m praying that Saitou Mutsumi wears them.”

I joined my hands and prayed to the cloud floating above me. It might be more effective than praying to that goddess.

☆☆☆

A few days passed.

There was no movement from “Saitou Mutsumi”.

I kept checking the screen from time to time. At home, at work, on my commute, and when I woke up in the middle of the night. I was waiting with bated breath for Saitou Mutsumi to wear the panties.

As soon as she puts them on, I’ll know.

The panty photo will disappear, and the name will be grayed out. Then, the next name will appear.

Even now, as I walked home from the train, I was pretending to be a ‘smartphone walker’ as a camouflage, staring at the status screen.

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Morishita Mari

Sakuragi Mika

[Panties Photo] Saito Mutsumi

[Panties Photo]

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If I clear it, I can immediately start preparing for the next one, but everything is left to luck. Since there is no information, I can’t research it in advance on the internet. I’ve been sleeping less lately, especially recently.

“Hwaa~”

If I keep yawning like this, I’ll be scolded for lacking enthusiasm. At home, Mari would shake me, and Sygymu would immediately lie on my stomach. At work, Shigamoto Makoto would come to strangle me. There’s no place for my mind to rest.

I absentmindedly walked and arrived home. The status hasn’t changed. I want to settle this as soon as possible, but it doesn’t look like it’ll happen today either.

If I don’t clear it in a few days, it’s the last resort. I’ll have to go to Kochi prefecture and put the panties on Mutsumi myself. My soul is at stake, so work and common sense come second.

“I’m home… Mari, what are you doing?”

As I opened the door, Mari was already there. She was wearing a cool polo shirt and a miniskirt. I could see her bra from the armpit of her raised arm. Her white thighs were also alluring. No, that’s not the point.

She was on the top step of a three-step ladder, standing on her tiptoes in an unstable manner. She was trying to reach something on the upper shelf of the built-in cabinet.

“W-Welcome back, Akira. It’s hot, so I’m trying to get the mini fan.”

“Get down. Couldn’t you wait until I got home?”

Before they got married, Mari was an excellent subordinate of my father’s. She was talented and beautiful, good at housework, and a good cook. She was almost perfect, but her athletic ability was lacking. She often made me worry because she would trip in unlikely places.

So, when it came to heavy lifting or moving things at high places, it was decided that I or my father would do it.

The position of the ladder is bad. If it was just 10 centimeters closer, she could have safely reached the entire shelf by leaning her body against it, but instead, she was making the task unnecessarily difficult. It was strange that she lacked such basic sense, despite being an intelligent woman.

“Ah, I can’t rely on you forever. I’ll put the box in the back… Oh, this… Kyaa!”

She took a step forward to reach for the box. That’s it. Why did she step forward? There’s no footing in mid-air.

“Stupid!”

I threw down my bag and dashed towards her. I tried to catch her as she fell, but I tripped on the floor and fell down. It was easy to twist and protect myself, but that meant I couldn’t catch Mari. I gave up on saving myself and instead–