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

Volume 3- Chapter 10: The Girl Kidnapper

“I’m sorry, Chief. I’m sorry. No matter how many times you come, I want to say that I didn’t do it. I swear. Please believe me.”

When I knocked, the door suddenly opened, and there was Saitou Mutsumi, apologizing in a weak voice. She mistook me for the detective who had just left.

She was wearing a white T-shirt with the Chicago Police Department logo and hot pants. She was half African-American and half Japanese, but her skin wasn’t that dark; it had the charm of a suntanned beach beauty. But she was painfully thin, like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave.

“Oh, I’m Morishita from MS Secre. I have valuable information that will clear you of the kidnapping suspicion.”

“I have an alibi. Please investigate it thoroughly. I was released because I’m not the culprit… Chief, wait you’re not him? Who are you?”

She changed her tone when she realized I wasn’t the chief. She didn’t seem to remember me.

“That matter with the panty, did you forget about it?”

“Oh, that… Please leave.”

I blocked the door with my foot to prevent her from closing it. It was a common occurrence when visiting someone, and I was glad to experience it. However, the borrowed sandals I was wearing had no defense, and my almost bare toes became the victim. I clenched my teeth to hold back the scream that was about to escape, and stuck my arm into the gap in the door.

“I have something to show you.”

“I’m not interested in whatever it is.”

I forcibly pulled her out.

“Just come with me.”

She was a tall police officer candidate, and a 30-year-old man like me couldn’t match her. But she was so disheartened that she couldn’t put up much resistance and stumbled out, allowing herself to be pulled along.

“Where are we going?”

“Just next door. We’re here.”

I led her into the empty neighboring room and pushed her inside.

“My Neighbour? What in the world is thi—”

The room was in disarray, as if it had been hit by a storm. The computer and display were on the floor, and the copy machine was lying on its side. The chairs and tables, and any furniture, were not in their proper places. I must have done this, but I don’t remember. I have scratches on my hands and feet.

“Ugh, hiccup, hiccup.”

In the bedroom at the back, a girl was crying and drinking apple juice. I had given her the drink I found in the refrigerator. Her hands and feet were untied, and she was free to move.

“Who is she?”

“She’s a victim of an ongoing kidnapping.”

“A victim? In the next room? I can’t believe a crime was being committed so close by. Who did this?”

“That guy.”

I showed the other room to Mutsumi, who was having trouble understanding the situation.

The room that seemed to be filled with cardboard boxes was actually a camouflage. The boxes were knocked over by the storm, revealing the hidden room. I had pushed the man, Sakuma, into the room and tied him up with duct tape.

“Sakuma-san? This room is owned by some company, right? You…”

“Mmm, mmm…”

The man’s name seems to be Sakuma. He’s a genuine criminal, pretending to be a detective searching for the culprit. He must have moved next door to Mutsumi and framed her.

There were signs that he had tried to escape, but when he saw Mutsumi, he gave up resisting. When he saw me, he backed away, looking at me like I’m a villain.

“Arresting the kidnapper should be done now. It would be better to report this to someone you can trust.”

“Hmm…”

I kicked him, and Mutsumi stepped in between us.

“Please stop the violence. And are those photos of the victim?”

There were photos covering an entire wall. They were neatly arranged, leaving a 20-centimeter gap from the ceiling and the floor. Unlike the psychopaths in crime movies, the photos were orderly, framed, and arranged in a logical manner. They were photos of girls.

There were close-ups of their faces from the front, right profile, left profile, full-body shots, left and right oblique angles, M-shaped open legs in clothes, M-shaped open legs in underwear, close-ups of the chest, and close-ups of their private parts.

All the girls were photographed in the same pose and from the same angle. The photos were of a fixed size, around A3 to A6, and were arranged in a fixed position and order. There were exactly 15 photos for each girl, and there were at least 30 girls.

“This is irrefutable evidence.”

“The victims of the widespread temporary kidnapping of girls are said to number eight, but there are probably many more who didn’t come forward.”

So, the “widespread temporary kidnapping of girls” is a news story. I heard that Honoka was released after a few days and didn’t have any external injuries. There were no casualties or injuries, and the police might have avoided reporting it to prevent damage to the victims’ reputations. That must have been the kidnapper’s intention, setting up a hideout like this.

“I’m starting to feel sick.”

“I understand. I felt sick when I saw these photos too.”

There was also a photo of Honoka. Her legs were forced open, and the camera was pushed against her. The shame and fear she must have felt are unimaginable. It’s only natural that she would be traumatized and unable to speak after such an event.

“Please don’t touch anything in the room.”

Mutsumi warned me. I had already wiped away any fingerprints.

She was talking on the phone, saying, “Omasan” in the Tosa dialect. It seemed to be her superior, not the instructor from before. She was requesting an ambulance to take care of the girl.

After making the call, Mutsumi calmed down a bit and comforted the girl, who had regained some composure. She must have felt relieved, as she leaned against the bed and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

I put the girl to bed, and Mutsumi bowed her head to me.

“I can only express my gratitude. I’d like to learn the skills you used to find this room, but—”

I time-leaped, and when the kidnapper returned, I lost my temper and beat him up. That’s what happened, but it’s hard to explain without the fantasy elements. I was the most surprised by what I did, and now that it’s resolved, everything’s okay.

“Before that, I’d like to thank you.”

I had inadvertently saved her from being framed as the culprit, and I even earned the honor of arresting the kidnapper on the spot. Her reinstatement at the police academy was certain. It’s no wonder she was grateful.

“I’ll do anything you ask. I had given up on life, so this is a small price to pay.”

“I like that attitude.”

“You’re like Lord Yodo.”

Since we were in Tosa, I said that, and she played along.

I took Mutsumi’s hand and led her back to her room. I had one goal in mind.

As I expected, her room was filled with police uniforms, reflecting her state of mind. It was dark and in disarray, but it was clean, despite her being detained. It was hot and smelly.

I left Mutsumi at the entrance and turned on the air conditioning. The stuffy air was blown away. I opened the blackout curtains, and the summer sunlight filtered through the lace curtains. The light and air refreshed the room.

“Why did you come to my room…? Is it rude to ask? Can’t you come back later?”

“Now is better.”

“I understand. I’ll follow you.”

She locked the entrance and took my hand, leading me past the living room to the bedroom.

There was some time before the police or ambulance arrived.

“I’m not a virgin, but I don’t have much experience that would satisfy you. If that’s okay with you, then go ahead.”

She was a police cadet, and her tone was firm. But her voice was trembling.

After all, she’s only 19 years old. Her experience is limited. She probably lost her virginity to her first love, who pressured her into it, and it was an unpleasant experience… That’s just my virgin’s imagination, though.

“What about the panties I sent you?”

“They were returned, and I haven’t worn them yet. I was still undecided when I became a suspect. I’m sorry.”

I took the panties out of the Click Post box on her desk and sat on the bed. Our eyes met. Even though she was taller than me, our eyes were at the same level because her legs were long.

Today, her long, curly hair was loose, and I played with it with my fingers. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into me.

I cheered silently. I could do it. At 19 years old, she was an adult, and there were no legal restrictions. I was aware that I was taking advantage of her weakness, but since I had to make her wear the panties anyway, I might as well take her virginity too.

Under her white T-shirt, her nipples were visible through the lack of a bra. I wondered if not wearing a bra was against police regulations, given their emphasis on propriety and discipline. But I was at a loss for how to touch her.

I reached for her chest, but she slapped my hand away.

“Ouch! Why?”

“I’m sorry. It was a reflex. I don’t intend to refuse. My mother hated how her large chest attracted men, and I was called ‘flat’ because of my small chest, so I’m sensitive about it. If you want to touch me, touch my stomach or legs… or, um…”

My hand, which had been slapped, turned red. Mutsumi apologized and gently held my hand, kissing and licking it to soothe the pain. The smooth sensation of her tongue was stimulating, and my crotch began to swell inside my pants.

I took her hand and placed it on my swollen groin.

“You’re already like this?”

“It’s because you’re so attractive.”

“Attractive…? No one has ever called me that. I’ve let people taste me, but no one has ever complimented my attractiveness.”

“When you’re this beautiful?”

She would look great as the ace of a tennis or basketball team, walking confidently across the campus with her teammates. Those guys have no idea what they’re missing.

“Why did you choose to become a police officer?”

“I made a promise with a boy I dated in middle school, but I also wanted to be like the cool policewoman who lived nearby. And as a police officer, I wouldn’t face blatant discrimination.”

A promise with her boyfriend. Admiration. But the last thing she said was the truth. Discrimination runs deep. The fact that there are many politically correct Hollywood movies is evidence of this. In Japan, we don’t have a warm attitude towards foreigners, and although we aim to be an international country and there are more foreigners now, it’s difficult to change our mindset.

As the muscular detective said, she might have had few good memories in both the US and Japan.

I pushed Mutsumi onto the bed and gently straddled her legs, which were extended from her hot pants. I licked the back of her knees, as she had requested.

“Oh… hmm…”