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

Volume 3- Chapter 16: Everyday Life

The light behind my eyelids disappeared, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling. The ceiling light was the same as in my room, but it was adorned with a faint constellation, about 30% of the usual amount. It seemed like a very reasonable scene.

The goddess must have been angry with me for using the sacred trial as an outlet for my desires.

“I was thrown into the stratosphere.”

In space, two Mobile Suits were fighting. One was golden, and the other was white, from Mercury. Is it okay for the ceiling and space to coexist? This world is chaotic.

“Am I going to be turned to dust by their shots? Can I at least fire my last shot…?”

This is strange. It’s definitely strange. I stared intently at the battle in space.

“A golden Mobile Suit and a white one from Mercury are fighting. That’s impossible!”

The golden Mobile Suit was the MS-100 Hyaku Shiki, jointly developed by the AEUG and Anaheim Electronics and piloted by Char Aznable as his personal machine. It was the only Gundam-type Mobile Suit in the series. Char and Amuro Ray burned up in the atmosphere in the movie.

On the other hand, the white Mobile Suit was the MS-06R-2 Zaku II High Mobility Type, brought to the school by Slegger Law, who was born on Mercury. It was heavily damaged by the Inter-Planetary Laser Transmission Satellite “ILTS.” These two machines from different stories have no connection. It might be different in the game, but it’s basically a heretical idea.

Moreover, another Mobile Suit entered the atmosphere from a different location, using a ballute. It was an amphibious type.

“This completely ruins the world-building!”

I was angry. God is all-powerful. He must be all-powerful. There shouldn’t be any minor mistakes! I sat up in bed.

“Huh? It’s just a regular room.”

The universe on the ceiling was just wallpaper. The Mobile Suits were 1/144 scale models hanging from the ceiling. In other words, it wasn’t the real thing, but a human creation.

Well that’s to be expected. It seemed God didn’t create the Mobile Suits.

I was lying in bed, and my crotch was cold.

“It happened again…”

I felt the usual disappointment and put my hand inside my pajamas, which were covered by a towel blanket. A sticky liquid was attached to the tip of my fingers. (T/N: Mah man always has a wet dream.)

“She’s not here, right?”

I looked around. In situations like this, Mari is usually here to see me in such a state. She insists on her rights as a stepmother and forces me to clean up, even though I’m covered in liquid. It’s embarrassing and pathetic, but it feels good too. I was a virgin who couldn’t resist the comfort of my stepmother, even though I knew it was wrong.

“Is this dad’s room? Well not like I care who’s room it is. For now I need to wipe myself up and go to the living room.”

At the foot of the bed was a spherical pet robot case containing a box of tissues. I pulled it closer and lowered my pajamas, and the towel blanket rose.

“Good morning… Onii-chan.”

“S-Sugumi! What are you doing on the bed?”

She was wearing jsut a tank top and a panty, barely clothed to be exact. Sugumi hates air conditioning, so she sleeps without pajamas in the summer to prevent being burned by the heat even with the aircon turned off.

“It’s my room. I said I was lonely, and you let me sleep with you, remember?”

I searched my memory and understood. I wanted to say that I was kind, but the truth was different. Mari and Dad couldn’t bear to see Sugumi crying because of what happened to Honoka, so they made me sleep with her. ‘I want my first time to be with Onii-chan,’ the 10-year-old girl who insisted on those words, sleeping with me? I objected, saying it was the parents’ duty to comfort her, but they insisted because I was the one she was most attached to.

“Ah right.”

I didn’t know where to look. I didn’t feel much desire because I recognized her as my sister, but she was in a sexually maturing phase, exuding a unique kind of eroticism. I felt relieved that Mari wasn’t here, but there was a hidden danger.

“But… I forgot why I was lonely when I woke up. Why was I lonely?”

I looked up at the sky and answered.

“That’s probably nothing to worry about.”

I knew the reason, the incident won’t happen anymore after what I did. Honoka wouldn’t lose her everyday life. She could play as usual with her friend. I was the one who made it happen.

I had caused a social time paradox that I had never experienced before, but I didn’t regret it. A future where Sugumi doesn’t smile is something I would do everything in my power to avoid.

By the way, it seems like this girl is a fan of Gundam, even though she’s just an elementary school student. I didn’t know because I never entered her room though.

I pointed to the sky and said, “This is a novel arrangement.”

“Right? A water-land type Mobile Suit is descending from the sky! Even the Federation must be surprised.”

It was a novel tactic that would surprise even the Federation. If they did it on purpose, I wouldn’t say anything.

“You’ll be late for school. You need to get ready.”

“What are you talking about? It’s summer vacation.”

Summer vacation. I see. It’s an event only for students. On the desk and side table were piles of plastic model boxes, 30 types of model colors, brushes, spray cans, and nippers. They were filled with the enthusiasm to create during the break. A textbook that seemed like homework was under the boxes.

“What about your work, Onii-chan?”

“Oh no, what time is it…?”

I checked my phone, and it was Saturday. It was a regular day off. My work hadn’t fallen into a black state yet.

Sometimes, I don’t know what time period I’m in. Going back and forth between the past and future messes up my sense of dates.

By the way, how much time have I spent? Both of my leaps didn’t cross over dates, so the time passed was about a day. But I spent 20 days on copying the panties. Overall, it was a shorter time than usual, but it wasn’t a significant gain.

Sugumi sat there, smiling brightly.

“Sugumi, I want to get out of bed, but…”

“Why are you holding tissues and fidgeting? Just get out of bed.”

I’m wet down there. I want to get out of bed. With Sugumi here, I can’t wipe myself or get out of bed. To be honest, I’m not good at it. Mari would skillfully shoo me away, but why isn’t she here?

“It doesn’t matter. Just go over there.”

“I don’t want to. It’s my room.”

Sugumi lifted the towel blanket. My wet crotch was exposed. Sugumi’s eyes sparkled. She knew it, or an inkling of what happened, rather than just finding out now.

This terrifying sister has sexual knowledge that an elementary school student shouldn’t have. If she saw this, there would be no way out of the mud for me.

“Ah, it’s as lively as ever. It’s a man’s semen!”

Semen, semen. She was overjoyed. I wondered what she was so happy about. Her face was red, but she was staring at my crotch intently.

“I understand. Go.”

I turned my back to my sister and covered myself with the towel blanket. This needed to be washed. I imagined the scene: Mari standing in front of the washing machine with a smile.

“Mama is busy with breakfast, so I’ll do it for her. It’s would help with my studies too.”

Sugumi pulled out several sheets of tissue and snatched the towel blanket.

I hugged her head.

“What kind of lesson is this? It’s wrong.”

Whoever controls the tissues controls the world. We started fighting over the spherical pet robot. Tissues were scattered, and semen was wiped and splattered everywhere. We became sticky and messy. The vibrations from us shaking the bed must have reached the floor below. As expected, Mari, who heard the commotion, came upstairs.

“Akira, I told you to just sleep with her, but what did you do to your own sister?”

She was angry, but the one who made us sleep together shouldn’t be talking about that in the first place.

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I ate breakfast. It was a rare moment of family togetherness for me.

I teased my father, who was angry about a news report on TV, and as I relaxed, a guest arrived.

“Good morning, Onii-san. Is Sugumi-chan here?”

“Morishita-san, we need you to come with us to the station.”

Honoka and two police officers, a man and a woman, whom I had seen somewhere before, came to visit.

It was an unusual combination of a victim and police officers. I was surprised, but it seemed they had just met at the entrance.

“Honoka’s here! Let’s play Jet Stream!”

“Yeah. See you later, Onii-san. Let’s take a shower later too… like always…”

“Sugumi will join too!”

The elementary school students ran up the stairs energetically, while Mari sighed. I left the house with the two police officers, accompanied by my father’s suspicious gaze. Outside, neighbors had gathered, curious about what was happening. The police officers had arrived in a patrol car.

“Please get in the car.”