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

Volume 3- Chapter 14: Bra. Second-to-Last

We visited the store and called Honoka’s mom, explaining what had happened to Honoka. Her mom was shocked and apologized for leaving her alone. She left work early, and the mother and daughter held hands and went home together.

Honoka, full of stories about her abduction, waved goodbye to us.

“I have something to ask of you. Is that okay?”

After seeing Honoka and her mom off, I returned to the park with Mutsumi.

Sirens were blaring everywhere, and even now, a patrol car with flashing lights passed by the park.

“Morishita, we need to go to the apartment quickly, or the culprit will escape.” (T/N: 1.)

“Your Tosa dialect is so strong. I can’t understand what you’re saying at all.”

Being a half-black, slim 180-cm tall woman already makes her desirable, but she’s also beautiful and speaks the Tosa dialect. Her character is too unique.

“This is no laughing matter.”

I understand her urgency, but having contacted the police, Sakuma is already finished. There’s no need to rush anymore.

Sakuma is a cautious man. He wouldn’t return to his secret base while being chased by Fukazawa. Even if he manages to escape the pursuer and return to his room, he can’t possibly hide all the evidence. He can only quickly dispose of a limited number of items. Erasing the data won’t be enough time either.

Complete destruction is just a fantasy. In the Reiwa era of investigations, they won’t overlook the fact that he did it. They’re also good at framing innocent people.

By preventing the danger that threatened Honoka, I’ve fulfilled my duty. I’m not a police officer, but I feel like my burden has been lifted, and that’s enough.

Now, on to the main topic. I need to clear this absurd trial in an absurd situation.

“As a police officer, I have to work. If I don’t, Tatsuki will scold me.”

Mutsumi is in an emergency situation due to her job. She probably wants to join the investigation right away. I’m about to make her wear a bra right now. I’d like to take my time, but if I miss this opportunity, I might not get another chance.

Even if I visit her apartment later, when will that be? How long will it take for the abduction case to settle down? It won’t be over by the 23rd. A week? A month? The internship is three months long. If she returns to the police academy, things will return to normal, but time will make her forget about me. She won’t accept me by then.

If I’m going to make her wear a bra, it has to be now.

I’ll do it, no matter how forceful it seems. I can do it now because she’s relaxed around me. I need to strike while the iron is hot, or it will quickly cool down and harden.

“Come on, come on. He’s as good as caught, so humor me for a bit. Sit on the bench.”

“Just a little.”

Mutsumi grumbled but sat on the bench. I stood behind her.

I opened the status screen and tapped Mutsumi’s bra image. A bra appeared in mid-air, but its eroticism exceeded my expectations, leaving me speechless.

“Oh my!”

The black, see-through lace bra was a perfect match for the panties I made her wear. It fulfilled the minimum requirement of supporting the breast cups, but it was almost ineffective. It abandoned the purpose of covering and blocking external gazes from those ripe fruits.

“What are you doing? If you don’t have any business, let me go.”

“Sorry. Before you go, I might make you feel good.”

“What are you talking about?”

Mutsumi was wearing an NYPD costume. It was summer attire, so she didn’t have a jacket. She didn’t like wearing bras, so she wore a blouse directly on her skin. I spread her bra with both hands and placed it over her chest.

“W-What are you doing… Ahh.”

How does it feel?

I checked the status.

It wasn’t grayed out. It’s a no-go huh?

Wait, it’s blinking. The bra layer is alternating between bright and dark.

So… Is it over?

The bra cups are covering her breasts, but not completely. That’s why the judgment is ambiguous.

This judgment is strict. I can almost hear applause and boos from the audience.

I failed. I wasted the chance. The trial ended with only three out of twelve. My soul is destined to disappear on my next birthday, wandering in the darkness outside the cycle of reincarnation. That’s certain.

Before that, Mutsumi won’t stay silent.

She has a complex about her chest, so she’s the kind of girl who ignores discipline and doesn’t wear a bra. If she gets angry, I don’t know what she might do.

I can’t move my hands. She closed her armpits.

I prepared myself to be choked or thrown onto the grass.

However, this is just the beginning. I’ll die in a few months anyway. Whether I’m thrown, my bones break, or I’m run over by a patrol car, it’s all the same.

There’s not much difference.

Do as you please. I waited for Mutsumi’s retaliation, having accepted my fate.

“Haa, haa…”

No attack?

On the contrary, she placed her hand on the bra and slowly massaged her chest. Instead of taking the bra away, she did the opposite.

Mutsumi opened her armpits. I reflexively tried to pull my arms out, but she firmly grabbed my wrists.

“Ugh!”

She pulled me forward, and we fell onto the grass. I ended up lying on top of her, holding her chest from behind. Mutsumi took my hands and placed them on the bra, and her chest-massaging hands quickened.

“Your chest. I thought you had a complex about it.”

I have no way of knowing that right now. I didn’t show any signs of surprise.

“I had a dream.”

“A dream?”

“A dream where a middle-aged man made me wear panties. Strangely, it didn’t feel bad. That’s why I wore the ones sent from my parents. You resemble that man.”

She said this and stood up. Hesitantly, she lifted her skirt, showing the edge of her black, see-through panties. I tried to get a better look at the goddess panties she was wearing, but she lowered her skirt, saying, “That’s enough.”

“The bra is part of the set, right? If you’re monitoring it for business purposes, why not do it with the full set?”

“What about your police duties?”

“As a trainee, I’ll just get in the way… You put it on.”

Mutsumi returned the bra to me and laid down on the grass, her back on the ground.

She neatly aligned her knees, creating a wall to prevent me from going near that place. Her legs and lower body were off-limits. Instead, she raised both hands in surrender. She exposed her chest, unprotected, under the cosplay blouse.

“I thought I needed to atleast move on from my trauma if I wanted to seduce Tatsuki.”

I somewhat understood. A junior who wants to move past her past and a senior who can’t take the next step. These two are a couple haunted by their failed first experience in middle school.

“It would be better if Fukazawa put it on for you.”

“He’s just a child. I need an adult here.”

A senior being treated like a child by a 19-year-old woman who just graduated from high school. For some reason, I pictured Shigamoto Makoto’s face.

“Am I your guide?”

“There aren’t many men I can trust with my body. Just so you know, it’s only my chest. Just my chest, okay? Absolutely no touching my legs, my… my… my private parts.”

“Your private parts?”

“A woman’s private parts. Not in the Tosa dialect.”

“I see.”

She wanted me to completely erase the trauma associated with her chest. Without penetration, of course. This girl, like Sugumi, is not a convenient toy for me.

I covered Mutsumi with my body. I brought my lips close to hers, almost touching it.

“I said… Only my chest….”

“It’s foreplay. Kissing is basic.”

“Where’s the fun in kissing? I don’t see the point in people’s mouth touching each other.”

Fukazawa, you’re also neglecting kissing her. These two had the worst first experience in both middle and high school. I, a virgin, have no right to say this, though.

“Kissing is a form of beauty. It’s not elegant to suddenly start fondling a woman’s chest before such an act.”

“I think it’s a waste of time. Be quick about it.”

Her words were too dry, but I knew the truth. I know from the future.

Mutsumi’s lips are highly sensitive.

T/N: 1. Mo, Morishita-han. Hayō apāto ni ikaneito, hannin nigeru gazo.