A 30 Year Old Virgin (One Who Haven’t Even Interacted with Women) Took an Exam to Become a Wizard. - Volume 3- Chapter 12: Mari-mama, thank you as always

 Volume 3- Chapter 12: Mari-mama, thank you as always

“You’re heavy, Mari-mama.”

“Oh, stop. That’s not true. Who are you comparing me to?”

If asked who I was comparing her to, it would be my little sister, Sugumi. A 10-year-old girl is bound to be light though.

Mari got angry and got off me. She then leaned towards the tented pants and tilted her head exaggeratedly.

“Ara…? Could it be that you, Akira, felt something from your stepmother’s butt?”

“No.”

It just happened that way; there was no prior affair. I don’t know if there are men who would get excited from being pinned under a woman who fell from a stepladder, but I’m sure that I’m not one of them.

“Fufufu. You don’t have to deny it. It’s a popular scenario in erotic novels.”

“No, I mean… Huh?”

I tried to get up, but I couldn’t do it as easily as I thought. Was it because I had expended all my energy with that intense ejaculation? I felt like a wizard who had used up all his magic power. And I was in the middle of taking an exam to achieve that title.

“Is it like running out of mana?”

“Are you into fantasy? I didn’t think you were that type, Akira.”

“I read light novels.”

“That’s right. Later, lend me some recommendations.”

Mari helped me stand up, holding my hand. She led me to the living room sofa, still holding my hand. I wanted to say thank you, but she sat me down and started unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants.

“Huh?”

“What do you mean, ‘huh’? Don’t your underwear feel uncomfortable?”

“They do, but I can take them off myself.”

“This is my duty. Don’t make me say it again, or I’ll get angry.”

Mari pretended to be angry, puffing out her cheeks. She prepared a warm towel soaked in hot water. Without giving me a chance to refuse, she pried open my legs and lifted my manhood.

“See?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by “see,” but she began wiping with the towel. She started at the base of the shaft, then peeled back the foreskin and cleaned the tip. She wiped the scrotum and the area behind it, as well as the pubic hair and the hole in my butt. She carefully removed the protein liquid that was solidifying due to my body temperature.

“Funfunfun…”

Her gentle, slow-moving fingers were irresistible. It wasn’t my fault that my penis came back to life.

“Oh my, this is unexpected. As a mother, I can’t overlook this. Naughty boys need strict discipline.”

Mari opened her small mouth wide and leaned in, trying to take my swollen manhood into her mouth.

At 40 years old, she had started to look much younger. Unfortunately, she had become overly attentive to me, doing all sorts of things for me. My father, who adored his wife, began to burn with jealousy towards me. I didn’t intend to attract such hatred.

“Mari-mama, stop!”

“Eh?”

She pouted as if it were the end of the world.

“Oh, I see. You’re scared of Dad, so you’re being nice to me… We need to get rid of your virginity quickly.”

It seemed she had calmed down. I was the one who had been upset, though. I couldn’t quite catch what she muttered in the latter part.

I picked up my pants and underwear from the floor and threw my underwear into the washing machine. I went upstairs and changed into my room clothes.

☆☆☆

“Akira, what about dinner?”

Mari and Sugumi usually eat together on weekdays. Sometimes I eat with colleagues from work and come home late. It rarely happens, but they still ask me.

“I don’t need it. I have a guest coming.”

I sat on the sofa, which no longer had any traces of dirt, and looked at my phone. Mari stood tall and started choking me.

“Who’s this guest? Is it a woman that I don’t know!?”

“Y-You’re suffocating me..”

This girl’s behavior was becoming more and more childish. I couldn’t get a word in. When I saw a beautiful flower field in my eyelids—

Ding-dong.

Two guests appeared on the living room monitor. Here they come. As expected, the past event was happening again, right on time.

Sugumi, invited by the doorbell, came running down the stairs.

“It’s probably a delivery. Sugumi will get it!”

Sugumi opened the door without confirming who the visitor was, but of course, her expectations were betrayed.

Standing outside was a black woman in a US police officer’s uniform. This time, Sugumi’s hips were also pulled back. Mari and I also went to the entrance.

“Oh my… Cosplay?”

“It’s a cosplay, but I’m a real police officer.” 

Saitou Mutsumi showed her ID.

“I’m extremely shy, so I can’t function properly without wearing a police uniform. But wearing a police uniform for personal reasons is against the rules. So, I usually wear the uniforms of foreign police officers. This is from the NYPD, but I also have uniforms from the FBI, the UK, Afghanistan, and Russia.” 

(Cough) 

“I got sidetracked. I have some questions about the mail sent to my parents’ home, but it’s entirely voluntary.”

(Cough) 

Mr. Cough was also still around. After a light exchange similar to the previous one, we decided to continue the conversation outside.

Something slightly different happened. Mutsumi avoided Mr. Cough’s gaze and came closer to me. She whispered in my ear, confessing that she was wearing the panties.

“I was supposed to talk to Fukazawa-san about the pre-bribery case, but I couldn’t resist my curiosity. I’m disappointed in my immaturity, but I don’t regret it. I’m satisfied because the world has become rosy, like I was reborn, ever since I wore these panties.”

She proudly displayed her well-shaped chest, which wasn’t covered by a bra. Was this the power of the goddess’s trial? I had made her wear panties in the future, but I didn’t expect this kind of influence.

It was a secret from Fukazawa-san. Apparently, she was still wearing the panties, and her eyes sparkled as she fidgeted with her butt. An older woman walking by frowned, probably because Mutsumi looked like a perverted black woman in a US police officer costume.

I quietly checked the status screen, and Mutsumi’s panties were grayed out. Only the panties were cleared. The bra icon was brightly lit, indicating it was still ongoing. You could say it was only the bra left, but I felt like the situation had become more complicated.

I couldn’t imagine the scenario. If only I had made her wear the bra at that time. The wise words of the past, “Regret comes after the fact,” hit the nail on the head. This was a future event, though.

“What are you two whispering about?”

“Mr. Cough, um, Fukazawa-san is Saitou-san’s senpai right?”

“Huh? That’s right. He’s been my senior since we were in Kochi Prefecture. It’s a long-standing connection.”

“A senior from Kochi? Wait, don’t tell me the one you promised your future with was—”

(In the future, Mutsumi said, “I had a promise with a boy I dated in middle school, but I also admired the cool policewoman who lived nearby. I wanted to be like her. And as a police officer, I wouldn’t face blatant discrimination.)

Future Mutsumi gave three reasons for becoming a police officer.

The main reason might not have been the discrimination she thought it was. If her middle school boyfriend was Fukazawa, then that would be the bigger factor. Mutsumi had been chasing after him, choosing the path of a police officer, to be with him.

“Mutsumi… I mean, Officer Saito. Did you talk about that too?”

“No way. I didn’t say anything personal. How do you know about that, Morishita-san?”

Mutsumi’s eyes shone sharply, suspecting that I was a stalker.

Hmm. This happens a lot. I’m often misunderstood.

“Oh, well, I read a light novel with a similar story… Haha.”

I made up an excuse. No one would believe such a lie, but it seemed more credible than saying I heard it from the person herself in the future.

Come to think of it, I was impressed by Mutsumi’s slit at that time. Remembering the color of her flesh made my blood flow backward.

“Is it a common story in novels? It’s a precious memory for me.”

I believed her and felt depressed.

“By the way, Morishita-san, the karaoke room is to the left at the next intersection. Where are we going?”

Hmm? She noticed? Mutsumi’s apartment was nearby. A police academy student should know the area well. I thought I would be found out sooner or later, but it happened sooner than I expected.

The place I was leading them to wasn’t a karaoke room. It was a children’s park that became deserted at night, and an incident was going to happen there.

“I’m not usually interested in others, but I don’t like seeing people close to me in pain.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I understand. I don’t want to see people I know suffering. I’m learning at school that becoming a police officer will enable me to help them, and I’m embarrassed to say that I’m doing my best just to get by.”

“You can’t fool me with a nice story. Where are you taking us?”

“It’s just up ahead. Can you please stay quiet and keep a low profile?”

I put my index finger to my lips and tried to walk quietly.

☆☆☆

It was the incident where Honoka was captured and then released. That night, Mari said:

(Honoka’s mom is a single mother who works in the redlight district. In the evening, Honoka and her mom eat together, and then her mom goes to work. She always comes home late at night. It’s sad.)

Sugumi added:

(Honoka always secretly follows her mom to work. She watches her mom enter the store and then plays in the park until it gets dark, after which she returns home alone.)

At this time, on that day, in that place, Honoka was going to be abducted. It was a spacious children’s park with swings, seesaws, and a sandbox. During the day, sparse trees created shade. On sunny days, children often lounged on the benches. I stopped a short distance away.

“A park in the dark, huh? Peeping on a couple making out is a minor crime, you know.”

Mutsumi crossed her wrists, gesturing as if she were putting handcuffs on me.

I shook my head in denial.

“Peeping into someone’s house is a crime, but in a public place, the couple making out is at fault.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

She spoke in the Tosa dialect. This girl was lacking in knowledge.

Fukazawa-san, or rather, Fukazawa-Senpai, shrugged and said, “He’s correct. You know a lot.” I laughed and said, “Well, I did some research.”

“He’s correct? Peeping is obviously wrong.”

“Officer Saito, lewd acts in public are considered public indecency. It’s basic knowledge.”

Making out in the park was something couples did on their own. If accidentally seeing them could be considered a crime, then every passerby would be a criminal.

Furthermore, public indecency doesn’t become a crime just from kissing. The line is drawn when genitals become visible. If either partner’s pants are pulled down, exposing themselves to others, it’s a crime.

Transparent underwear that reveals everything is also considered public indecency. If Mutsumi were to lift her skirt, revealing her panties, she would be arrested immediately.

Additionally, even if genitals aren’t visible, excessive making out or suggestive behavior can be problematic. This is determined by the public nuisance prevention ordinances of local governments.

“Don’t get so angry, Tatsuki.”

“Don’t call me Tatsuki in public.”

They were very different from before. These two were starting to look like a silly couple. The man who had been knocking on the door in the Tosa dialect was Fukazawa-senpai. However, I still didn’t understand their relationship. They had been senior and junior since a long time ago and were once in a relationship.

But what about now?

They didn’t seem like a lovey-dovey couple. If he were her boyfriend, Mutsumi’s attitude at that time was too passive. When I pushed her onto the bed, she should have resisted me more. Their relationship wasn’t that deep for sure.

Or was it that Mutsumi was exhausted at that time? She had been treated like a criminal by the detective and had given up on life. Then I appeared, having witnessed the crime scene, and she saw me as a savior, listening to what I said… Fukazawa-senpai was her first love, but he wasn’t her boyfriend. She didn’t feel the need to protect her chastity.

“Is there someone here? No… There is. Swinging on the swing at this hour, quite the lonely life they are living.”

Mutsumi, you were about to have an even lonelier life.

“Is that a child? What are her parents doing? We need to protect her immediately…”

The person swinging on the swing was undoubtedly Honoka. The two of them were angry at Honoka’s mom, who wasn’t there. It was reassuring to see the seriousness of the police, but I didn’t want them to take action.

“Wait.”

“Why are you stopping us?”

“Shh…”

An adult figure approached Honoka, who was swinging on the swing.

“I need you two to be witnesses.”

“Witnesses?”

“This is the beginning of a widespread girl abduction case. I’m going to record the entire incident.”

I took out my phone and opened the video recording app.