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

Volume 3- Chapter 17: Good thing it ended up with in a lovey-dovey ending

“Please get in the car.”

I got into the patrol car, sandwiched between the two police officers. I felt like a criminal. Even though I knew I was just being questioned, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety. The patrol car started moving as the gathered neighbors began to stir.

I observed the three police officers. The driver was an elderly man with white hair. To my left was a skinny man in his mid-20s, and to my right was a black woman with a ponytail.

The young police officer looks incredibly gaunt, as if he hasn’t been sleeping or eating properly. I’m worried if he can ensure the safety of the citizens with this level of condition. The Black woman, on the other hand, had a very nice, smooth complexion. Maybe she’s involved in some sort of policy-related measures. Her legal domicile was probably Japanese. It seemed there were other black people besides Mutsumi in the force.

“What happened to the burly detective?”

I asked casually. The last time they visited my home, it was a veteran detective and his subordinate, Sakuma. Sakuma turned out to be the culprit. I wondered what had happened to him.

I thought the older driver would speak, but the young man answered.

“He was demoted. The special task force was disbanded, and we’re dealing with the aftermath here.”

“Huh? You speak the Tosa dialect too?”

He said those words nonchalantly, as if he didn’t see any problem with the way he spoke.

I recognized his voice from somewhere, but I was more interested in the high rate of Tosa dialect speakers. Perhaps it was the standard language in the police force.

During World War II, the U.S. military used rare languages to communicate, ensuring that even if their messages were intercepted, they would be difficult to decipher due to the limited number of speakers. The Tosa dialect, with its small number of speakers worldwide, would be an excellent choice for this purpose.

“Why are you so surprised? You’ve spoken with me a lot of times already..”

“Huh? Have I?”

“You’re so rude, Morishita-san. Have you forgotten about us?”

The female police officer was astonished. I also recognized her voice, but it seemed like we were meeting for the first time for mee. The female officer unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and revealed a black, see-through bra. The skinny male officer clicked his tongue, and the driver, reflected in the rearview mirror, lowered his eyes.

I saw a black, see-through bra under her blouse. It was the goddess’s masterpiece that I had put on Mutsumi just two hours ago, in my time. I stared at the two of them, noticing that despite their different appearances, they still retained traces of their former selves.

“Mutsumi, Tatsuki. What happened?”

Mutsumi buttoned up her blouse and stuck out her tongue. Now that I knew who they were, I didn’t need to be so formal. I was younger, so it was a hassle to use honorifics. Fukazawa sighed.

“You’re calling us by our names… Were we that close?”

“You’ve changed a lot. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The change is too drastic. Only a few days have passed in real time. Mutsumi is brimming with confidence, radiating an aura of beauty—more like a beautiful young girl. On the other hand, Fukazawa had become a skinny and malnourished beginner. He would probably collapse from the first blow.

“A lot has happened. I’ll let the chief explain, but the special task force was disbanded.”

“Disbanded? Just when it’s about to get busy, why disband it?”

After this unusual level of ‘introduction,’ he began to tell the story of what happened within the police force.

The Police Commissioner slammed his desk in anger, furious that the culprit had been among the investigation team, and no one had noticed. He said it was more than just a blunder and that everyone involved would be punished.

The Chief Superintendent was fired. Five deputy chiefs were advised to resign. Other members received suspensions and pay cuts. The Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police also resigned a year before his planned retirement, and the Police Commissioner who made the decision also resigned. There were no light punishments like admonitions. Over 100 people, from top to bottom, were disciplined at once.

To dispel the image of a cover-up culture, the incident would be reported in the media soon.

“Is it okay to tell an outsider so early?”

Police officers, and other civil servants, have a duty of confidentiality.

If you tell an outsider, you’ll be disciplined too.

“We need to inform the ‘meritorious person.’ Your involvement would was to be mentioned with the whole affair, and the public will also know.”

So much for confidentiality.

“I see…”

“So, as a ‘meritorious person,’ you have to take responsibility, and we’ve been assigned to your case. Even on our days off, we have to work. I just became a sergeant, and now I have to deal with this.”

The driver nodded in agreement.

His wrinkles are deep. Or maybe he’s already been promised a promotion.

“Isn’t a promotion good? You’ll get a raise.”

“It’s not worth it. The position and responsibility increase so much. Morishita, do you even know anything about the police ranks? I want to live a relaxed life as a non-career officer. I don’t need extra baggage.”

Police ranks, huh? Mutsumi was a police officer, and Fukazawa was a sergeant.

“Police officer, sergeant, police inspector… Police deputy director…”

“The police have a deputy director and a president?”

“Then there’s the sergeant, lieutenant, captain…”

“Those are military ranks!”

Even after being scolded, I still didn’t know.

“I don’t care about the internal affairs of the police. It’s none of my business.”

“You don’t care, huh? We’ll squeeze you at the station.”

I was a bit interested, but I really didn’t care.

More than that, I looked back and forth between the two of them.

“You two. Your relationship has progressed, hasn’t it?”

Mutsumi and Fukazawa were startled. Their words got stuck in their throats, and the driver leaned in to listen. The car was filled with the quiet engine noise and the vibration of the tires.

“Well… He’s the reason I lost weight.”

“Is it because of me? Aren’t it because you were forced to overwork?”

“That night, when we returned to the park… Our second graduation happened… it was special.”

“Ah… Wait don’t tell them that.”

“It’s obvious. Look at our hands. We’re holding hands even though Morishita-san is in the middle.”

These two were holding hands behind my back. I could feel them brushing against the back of my neck. I was surprised and they quickly let go of their hands. Mutsumi, Fukazawa…

They were doing it unconsciously. They were so in love. Good for them.

So that’s why Fukazawa was so haggard. It was because she squeezed him.

It hasn’t been long since then, and you two are already so wild.

And I felt very embarrassed.

I somehow knew that they were a couple in love, and I had pushed Mutsumi down on the grass.

Mutsumi looked down for a while, then made up her mind and faced me.

“Morishita.”

“W-What?”

I didn’t go all the way. I just caressed her breasts and inserted my fingers into her private parts. I also lowered her pants and panties too though. But I didn’t cross the final line.

“Teach me how to make him feel good.”

“Ha?”

“I want to make him feel even better.”

So that’s it. I was relieved that I wasn’t being interrogated. I didn’t want my inner thoughts to be revealed, so I only managed to say one sentence.

“I don’t have any special techniques to teach a happy couple.”

“Don’t be stingy. I can’t forget the passion you showed me that night.”

Don’t cling to me. I didn’t do anything special, and I really don’t have any techniques to teach you.

If you get along, you’ll eventually find a way to please each other. That’s all I know.

At that moment, Fukazawa shouted.

“Sougou-san, watch out!”

“Oh no!”

A large dump truck was approaching right in front of us. Everything that happened in the next moment seemed to be in slow motion. The driver made a sharp turn, and the car tilted as it turned. The dump truck grazed the front windshield and flowed to the right.

We’re going to crash!

My life flashed before my eyes, a phenomenon commonly known as a ‘flashback.’ Am I going to die? I thought, and at that moment, the brakes screeched, and the patrol car came to a stop on the sidewalk.

Time sped up again.

“I’m sorry, I got too caught up in your story and neglected my driving.”

Sougou, the driver, laughed. I wonder how his name is written. He should be paying attention to the road. It wasn’t just an accident. He was the oldest of the three, but he seemed so light-hearted. I wondered if he was fit to be a police officer.

As I got out of the car, I realized the extent of the damage around. Bicycles were tipped over, an elderly person was massaging their legs, a 10-ton dump truck had veered off onto the shoulder, and the traffic lights had fallen down.

An old man riding a bicycle wobbled and fell, causing a truck to swerve into the opposite lane and almost collide with the patrol car. It had become a major accident.

“Morishita, you’re lucky.”

“Exactly. Thankfully, no one was injured. Sougou-san, you’re so lucky.”

“Mutsumi, Tatsuki…”

“Tatsuki…”

In the middle of the national road where the accident occurred, the lovey-dovey couple, surrounded by passing pedestrians and curious onlookers, rejoiced in each other’s safety and hugged each other.

“It’s nice to be young. I also have a daughter.”

Sougou, the elderly police officer, smiled warmly.

I was exhausted. This was the most tiring trial I had experienced so far, but this was only the third person. I opened the status screen to confirm my next target.

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Satou Mari

Sakuragi Mika

Mutsumi Saito

[Panties Photo] Shinozaki Meiya

[Panties Photo] Minatoya Dueno

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