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

Volume 3- Chapter 15: Putting a Bra on a Female Police Officer

Chuu

Chuu..

A French kiss where our lips barely touched each other.

Chuu

Chuu..

I held back the urge to suck on her lips.

Chuu

Chuu..

We repeated these faint touches countless times.

The sound of insects. The siren of a patrol car. A drunkard’s yell.

Chuu

The noises gradually faded into the distance.

Chuu

By the time we kissed for the umpteenth time, the sounds had become distant.

The muscles of her tightly closed lips relaxed.

“Afu…”

Mutsumi responded to my kiss. I slowly inserted my tongue into the opening, and she hesitantly accepted it. At first, it was slow, but it gradually became faster. We hungrily devoured each other’s lips, even forgetting to breathe. I blew on her ear.

“Your mouth feels something, right?”

“Ah… Not with the ears… That’s cheating. Of course, I feel it. You’re a womanizer, Morishita-san.”

“I’m a virgin, though.”

I didn’t want to say that, but I didn’t need to.

“Liar.”

“It’s true.”

I gently sucked on her lips and placed my hand on her blouse. “Ah!” She tried to lower one of her raised hands to cover her chest, but I intertwined my fingers with hers to stop her.

I unbuttoned the second button from the top, exposing her shallow cleavage.

“Not a single blemish.”

“Hmph. You want to say my skin is black, right?”

She was bullied because of her skin color. Since this was our second time together, I didn’t mind.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that… Didn’t your boyfriend praise you?”

“I don’t think he did. It was in my first year of middle school when we first did it .”

“First year of middle school?! You had your first experience at 12 or 13?!”

“Was it early? At the time, I didn’t think much of it. It was my first and last experience…”

Mutsumi’s eyes became distant.

I didn’t have a partner in middle school, but I was full of desire. Even without understanding love or romance, I would have rushed into a relationship if I had a girlfriend. Well at that age, their bodies weren’t ready, so it was bound to be a failure.

“Memories are important, but it’s better to reset them.”

I couldn’t say, “Leave it to me,” which shows the weakness of a virgin. But I’m slightly better than that. I have some confidence.

“I’ll do it, but I need your help.”

I, who wasn’t asked for help once before in this scenario, gently traced her cleavage with my fingertips, as if drawing a circle. I carefully stroked her downy hair, illuminated by the faint light, as if caressing the grass.

“Hmm…”

Mutsumi exhaled, taking a deep breath. With one hand, she skillfully unbuttoned her remaining buttons from the third one down. The unbuttoned blouse opened, exposing her chest and stomach. Even the small, bean-like nipples on her well-shaped mounds were revealed.

The hand that unbuttoned the buttons reached down between her legs. Mutsumi had touched herself there before. She probably knew the sensitive spots and how to reach orgasm, but that wasn’t sex. I grabbed her arm. I had already restrained her other arm earlier.

“Why?”

Mutsumi impatiently twisted her hips, but I wanted her to experience the joy of embracing a man. It’s possible even without penetration.

“I won’t let you masturbate.”

Damn it. When I want to enjoy her breasts thoroughly, she shouldn’t touch herself. It reduces the pleasure by half, and her sensitive slit is several times more sensitive than normal people. I wanted to tell her to focus more on me instead.

From my inexperienced perspective, I believe breasts should be appreciated for their shape. There are various styles, like bowls, bells, drooping, or small. But fondling them should be the last step. First, you should trace their natural shape and appreciate them. That’s the orthodox way.

I curved my palm to match the shape of her breasts. I gently stroked her, following the curves of the mounds without distorting their shape.

While doing this, I looked into her eyes and kissed her. I’ve become accustomed to kissing, and we can talk while our lips are locked. It’s what adults do.

“I don’t feel anything.”

“You don’t? You’ve gotten too used to strong stimulation. Watching videos and using toys can lead to that.”

“Toys? Like building blocks or dress-up dolls?”

She answered nonchalantly, her eyes wide open.

Using those toys is, in a sense, a sign of an advanced player.

“I meant adult toys, like electric massagers.”

“Electric massagers?! Who would use something so scary…?”

I already knew she didn’t use them. I asked as a form of verbal teasing. She seemed to imagine herself using them, and her sigh became more seductive.

“Nnn…”

“What’s wrong?”

“For some reason… Morishita-san…”

What I wanted to emphasize was not touching her skin. I suppressed the urge to indulge in her elasticity and carefully stroked her downy hair, as if a gentle breeze was passing through.

“What?”

“You… Your touch is so stingy… Stop it. Men should be more… assertive…”

Her voice trailed off into a small whimper, then turned into a pitiful sigh. Even though she was impatient with my gentle stroking, her body wanted me to continue. Occasionally, she arched her back, trying to press her chest against my hand, but I persisted in stroking her downy hair.

“Haa, haa… You’re restraining my arms and barely touching my chest. This is torture…”

She rubbed her thighs together and bit her lips, pleading, “Make me come.” I’m sure Fukazawa doesn’t know this very erotic side of Mutsumi.

Even though she was lying on her back, her breasts retained their shape. They were small but had a high level of resilience. It seemed I preferred breasts that were average to small in size. With large-breasted women, the image of a mother’s milk comes to mind, and I see them more as mothers who provide milk than as women. I don’t feel as aroused.

The two bean-like nipples at the top were firm and erect. The more I looked at them, the more seductive they became. I was so aroused that I even felt embarrassed. I sucked the right nipple into my mouth.

“No, don’t—guh!”

Mutsumi arched her back with unexpected strength, breaking free from my arms. She held my head against her chest. My teeth grazed the nipple I was sucking. It wasn’t enough to bite it off, but she bit down with considerable force. At the same time, her palm, which had only been touching her chest, grabbed it with force.

“Ah… I’m… I’m… I’m coming!”

Was this her revenge? Mutsumi grabbed my tent and frantically moved the lever through my pants.

My rationality flew out the window.

I put my hand inside her skirt, which I had been forbidden to touch. I immediately felt the lace of her panties. I knew the structure of her underwear well. I traced my fingertips along the fabric and found the seam. Mutsumi was unzipping her pants.

“P… Put it in…”

“I want to, but wait.”

Clearing the trial was the priority. A patrol car had stopped next to the park. Before losing my virginity, I needed to prepare to return. I picked up the bra I had thrown aside and placed the cups over Mutsumi’s chest. I hooked the bra at the back, ready to put it on at any time. Then I lowered my pants.

I focused my attention on her panties. I opened the fabric and encountered the warm seam. I gently traced it, and it was wet with love juices.

“This… This…”

Mutsumi grabbed my erect junior and wouldn’t let go. The pulsing flesh stem. The skin was peeled back, and the head was twice its usual size. She had her legs spread open, which was fine, but it seems she wants to insert it herself. It became a hindrance to me as I pushed it in.

“Put it in, insert it, let go.”

“Nope, not yet.”

We had the same goal but different actions. As we struggled on the grass, the bra hook accidentally fastened.

Click.

“Ah~”

The sound signaled the completion of the mission.

With a pathetic groan, I was enveloped in the light of a time leap, exposing my flesh stem.

T/N: Bro got blue-balled again. Feels bad man.