A 30 Year Old Virgin (One Who Haven’t Even Interacted with Women) Took an Exam to Become a Wizard. - Volume 4- Chapter 02: Shinozaki Meiya's Melancholy

Volume 4- Chapter 02: Shinozaki Meiya’s Melancholy 

A hand crawls up her thigh, inching closer to her hot spot. The palm, like a gentle breeze, caresses her pubic hair, sometimes getting closer, sometimes moving away, slowly drawing an endless circle from the outside to the inside of her thigh. 

“Ahh…” 

The breath Meiya let out slightly moistened the dry air of the air-conditioned room.

Fingers grazed the sensitive tips of hair. The wish for them to dive deep into her well was not granted as the circular motion continued. Frustrating. Don’t tease me.

No matter how much she teased, it was never enough. She teased and teased, and this was only the eighth time. 

“Ten times… ahh. Tease me… twenty times… hmm… tease me thirty times… ah, ah… I can’t, I can’t do a hundred times…” 

Meiya was alone, panting in her room. The “endure 100 teases without touching the intimate spots” game she had imposed upon herself ended in defeat after only 30.

The hand stopped the circular motion and attacked the swollen clitoris. With two fingers stimulating it, her other hand pried open her labia minora, and with the third knuckle, she pushed inside, stirring it up, making a wet mess out of it.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” 

She knew her body intimately after living with it for 33 years. She knew every single point that could make her feel good, 120% aware. Pulling out her fingers from her vagina, she pinched the labia minora together, closing the gap.

“Hmm…” 

Her finger pushed into the remaining trace of her hymen up to the second joint, twisting delicately yet forcefully, rubbing the wet inner walls. Meanwhile, the right hand in charge of her clitoris gently stroked it, alternating pressure and angles. 

“Ahh…” 

She pinched her abandoned nipples hard. Her spine arched back, resetting the pleasure building in her lower abdomen. That was Meiya’s trick.

Precise, waste-free attacks. She hit all the right spots. The two towels she had laid beneath her were already soaked with embarrassing fluids. Whenever she felt herself nearing climax, she’d stop her hands, take a small deep breath, and start again.

She climbed the stairs to the best orgasm efficiently, with a curved line. 

“Here, here…” 

It’s coming! It’s coming. It’s coming—just a little more. 

Both of Meiya’s hands moved faster than a seasoned typist’s blind touch, rushing madly toward orgasm.

“Nn… Nnn…. Nnnn… Ahn… Afuh… Ahhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…! Hahh…”

Pikun

Pikun

Pikun (T/N: Sfx for twitch.) 

Haa… Haa… I did it again…

The pleasure receded like a wave, and in its place, a sense of self-loathing emerged.

It wasn’t a sense of guilt from masturbation. That was a thing of the past, locked away and burned in the diary of her girlhood.

This disgust wasn’t about her naughty actions. It was frustration at how her planned acts always spiraled out of control.

“I decided the ‘tease and hold out’ 100 times to gather material, but why can’t I control myself?”

Meiya is a writer. She’s somewhat successful in writing erotic light novels and even more so as a manga scriptwriter.

Her original dream was to become a literary novelist, but she gave up. The world of literary fiction is crowded with talented yet struggling writers. She wisely cut her losses early, realizing the thick and high wall that stood between her and success.

From then on, she scaled down her goals with each change in genre—fantasy, sci-fi, and romance—and it took her five years to finally find success in her current position.

She doesn’t consider herself talentless, but there are certain styles expected in different genres and forms of content. No matter how much she studied, her writing was filled with habits that couldn’t be corrected, and it was never well-received. Moreover, trends change rapidly, and she lacked both the speed to keep up and the nose to sniff them out.

But still, she managed to sell. There were countless writers who struggled but couldn’t make it. She told herself she was one of the lucky ones, and she poured her heart and soul into her work.

Her actions spiraling out of control like this wasn’t the first time. Ultimately, she loved climaxing.

“If I had a good idea, I wouldn’t have to keep examining myself like this. I just need a good idea.”

She fidgeted with her feet and picked up her phone. It was almost 7 p.m. She opened a news site.

On social media, the topic was abuzz about a man who had broken into a women’s apartment. It was last night’s incident, full of intriguing elements that sparked speculation.

“This is it.”

A man who broke into an apartment to put on underwear for a woman was caught by the police who arrived at the scene. This would have been a typical pervert’s deed, but what made it newsworthy was that the man was shouting about putting on the ‘goddess’s panties’ in the apartment. There’s more. He died in the patrol car on the way to the police station. The cause of death is still under investigation.

Some say he had a weak heart, or that the police drove recklessly, causing him to hit his head. But the fact that it happened right in front of the police station stirred the imaginations of netizens. Numerous funny and bizarre conspiracy theories emerged, and it was bound to be a hot topic.

“With goddesses, panties, and death, I can come up with countless ideas. Can I borrow them?”

Riding on a trend is a double-edged sword.

If you ride it well, you can hit the jackpot, but many others have the same idea. Even if you wrack your brains and write something, it will likely be swallowed up by the masses. To stand out, you need writing skills, ideas that go beyond the trend, and a well-tuned antenna, but most of all, you need luck.

It’s too late to start writing after the trend has already taken off.

Meiya sat on the bed and opened a chat app.

“…I wonder how Morino-chan’s doing. Is she done?”

Minatoya Morino lives in the next room. She was the manga artist who adapted Mei’s stories into manga.

Though there was a significant age gap, they got along well. Meetings, drinking sessions, silly talks—they saw each other so often that Morino ended up moving into the same building to avoid the hassle. After three years of working together, they exchanged keys, trusting each other completely, and had a free-in, free-out relationship.

Just because they can come and go as they please doesn’t mean they can drop by unannounced. In fact, because of this freedom, they have an unspoken agreement to always ask via chat before visiting.

“Done” doesn’t refer to the manga manuscript.

Although novels and manga are different media, they are similar in many ways. Exploring eroticism is part of their job, but right now, neither of them has a partner. So, sometimes, they have to act out the intimate scenes themselves to get material.

Mei had messaged Morino about an hour ago, asking, “Can I come over?” The reply was, “I’m busy right now, maybe later.” “Busy” was their private code for “in the middle of finishing up.” She was probably doing the same thing Mei had just finished.

A “OK” stamp came through on the chat.

“Here it comes. Let’s go and see her ‘finished’ face.”

On tipsy nights, they’d even joke about getting intimate with each other. But it remained a joke. They knew once that line was crossed, there’d be no going back.  While they have nothing against lesbian couples, they both prefer men. No matter how much they loved sex, crossing the line for work didn’t feel right.

Mei still wanted to hold onto the dream of marriage.

Dressed in a tank top and sweat shorts, she grabbed her phone and key card before heading out.

Mei’s apartment building was a women-only residence for single occupants. Each room had a large unit bath and consisted of a 1DK layout. Visitors had to be buzzed in from the lobby, and each door had an additional lock, creating double security. The rent was high, but the price was worth the safety.

In just four seconds, Mei stood in front of Morino’s door. She unlocked it with her key card and entered the narrow hallway.

The layout was the same: a small entryway with the bathroom to the right, a 6-tatami bedroom to the left, and a 9-tatami living room straight ahead. In the open bedroom, Morino was lying on the bed.

“I’m here… but you’re busy! Why did you call me?”

She was lightly dressed, wearing only a long T-shirt and shorts, which could be considered room wear, but even those shorts were pulled down to her pubic bone, exposing her hair down there. The scent of a woman filled the room, and the air conditioning couldn’t keep up with it. She had just finished the final stage of being “busy.”

“I’ll come back later. I’ll come again when you’re more presentable.”

“Come in, Meiya. Come over here.”

In Morino’s hand was a sketchbook and a thick, 2mm mechanical pencil. There was also a hand mirror on the bed. What had she been drawing?

“I thought it would be difficult to do it alone. Without a partner, the experience tends to be shallow. My imagination has its limits, and I haven’t had a boyfriend in a long time. Not that I’m thinking of using everything I experience for my work…”s

“I-Is that so…”

Meiya sensed danger.

This is bad. She didn’t know what Morino was trying to say, but it was clearly dangerous. This was a sign that Morino wanted to cross the line.

I wanted to turn back, but my feet wouldn’t move. Maybe I was also expecting it somewhere along the line. I took off her sandals and was drawn to the bedroom.

She tapped the bed.

“Don’t stand there. Sit down. You’re all sweaty. Should I take off your shirt?”

“No… yes. I’ll have you take it off.”

I hesitated before taking the leap to have her take off my clothes. This is also true in storytelling: stories are more interesting when they follow a certain progression. A story that starts on the first page with the defeat of the demon king might be received as an eccentric gag, but it won’t work in a battle story.

Now that I wanted material for an erotic story, even a single piece of clothing or a single kiss could be an important piece of experiential data, even if the partner was a woman. No, this was all just an excuse. I wanted physical contact, she didn’t really think it was for her writing material.

“Hehe. Of course. It’s more exciting to have someone take off your clothes. Sit down, and we’ll begin. Is that okay?”

Was it beginning? Finally. If I sat on the bed, I would be one step closer to my goal. She brought her finger to my nose, and the scent of her womanhood still lingered on it. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Okay.

I looked down at my feet and sat on the bed, leaning my body against Morino’s shoulder.

But Morino quickly stops me, placing her hand on my cheek.

“No, it’s not me who’ll do it… Look over there.”

“Over where…?”

I turned my eyes to that direction, and my eyebrows raised as I saw a strange man sitting there. I hadn’t noticed him because he was in the shadow of the wall. He had been there all along.

“Pervert!!!”

I had been set up. She had trusted Morino as a friend and colleague, but was she wrong? Had she been deluding herself? Morino intended to have her attacked. She didn’t know what the purpose was.

Morino restrained me as I struggled. Being younger, Morino was clearly stronger. Unlike me, who was clearly out of shape, Morino went to the gym.

“It’s okay. Calm down.”

“Nooooo!”

I struggled. I wanted a man, and I wanted to have a lot of sex, but I didn’t want an unjust experience.

“That’s why I told you. Women don’t find pranks like this funny. If you had just given it to me, that would have been enough.”

The man looked confused and didn’t move from where he was. It seemed that Morino was the one that had planned it.

“Don’t say that. Well then, MS Secre-san, help me.”

“Don’t say that name. You said the plan was scrapped, didn’t you? If I hold her down, I think she’ll be even more scared and struggle more.”

MS Secre? That’s… the one that was popular on SNS. There was a lot of talk about a pair of panties that could make you feel very erotic when you wore them. When I contacted them to purchase them at my expense, I was told it was a joke.

I had talked about wanting to try on those panties with Morino. The site was blocked, but somehow, she had contacted them and called them here.

“Then what should I do?”

“Get her drunk or put her to sleep with drugs.”

“That sounds even more like a crime.”

“So you were aware it was a crime.”

These guys. From listening to their conversation, it was clear that Morino was the one in charge. She was determined to make it happen, while the man reluctantly followed her lead. He kept looking at the door, wanting to leave. I was also getting tired, reaching my physical limit. No matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t escape.

Meiya gave up and stopped resisting.

“Morino… what do you want to do to me?”

Judging from the man’s attitude, he didn’t seem like he would inflict any violent harm to her. With that in mind, I, as an erotic writer, decided to cut my losses and treat this as a valuable opportunity for research.

I glared at Morino, who was holding me down.

“There’s nothing to say, Meiya. Those panties are amazing. I really want you to wear them! Here they are.”

Without a care about the seething rage that Meiya was clearly showing, Morino lifted up her T-shirt to reveal her panties. They were plain, off-white panties that you could buy at a drugstore.

They were a type that wasn’t in Morino’s lingerie collection. Every time they bought something new, they showed each other. There was a sense of competition, and their collections tended to be more seductive, but these panties were quite modest in comparison.

“I get that they’re plain. But there are men here, it’s improper of you to expose something like that.”

Meiya brushed aside Morino’s hand, which was holding up the long T-shirt, and pulled it down.

“Yeah. So what?”

“Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“He’s the one who put them on for me.”

“He put them on for you?”

“Yes. Right?”

The erotic manga artist blushed and smiled, seeking agreement from a certain direction. The man was the one she was looking at.

What is this woman saying? He put on the panties for her? A strange man. ‘Busy’ in the chat must have meant that. These guys… they did it.

“Just remembering it makes me feel so good. MS Secre-san? I’ll take these off, so please put them on for me again.”

“No, please spare me.”

“Mmm. Then, as planned, please. Meiya, relax. Stop being so stiff. He’ll put the panties on for you.”

Whether he was simply exhausted from the intensity or just found it troublesome, it was hard to tell. With a vague, troubled expression, the man scratched his head. But then he thought, “My hair’s probably full of germs,” so he washed his hands in the kitchen and returned to his original spot, sitting in seiza again. Is this what you’d call being conscientious? Or perhaps considerate? In any case, it seems he intends to use his hands… for that.

“You just put on the underwear? Is that really all?”

“That’s right. The important parts are for my future boyfriend, whenever I meet him. I’ll just treasure these panties. Ah, but Meiya-san, you don’t have to hold back… um, if you feel the urge. Please, feel free.”

Morino got off the bed, sat on the carpet, opened her sketchbook, and held the thick-leaded mechanical pencil. This girl was going to draw.

Meiya and the man’s eyes met, and they both looked away. “You can put them on yourself,” he said. It seemed that the process didn’t matter as long as she put them on. But Mori-no strongly refused.

“Absolutely not. MS Secre-san has to put them on. I won’t budge on this.”

“Why are you so insistent?”

“It will be a valuable experience. It will raise her level of expression. Even if you come to me hate me, please believe me and open your legs.”

Morino, the popular manga artist, was saying this. Meiya became interested in the ‘putting on panties’ play.

Following Morino’s instructions, Meiya tried to relax and loosened the tension in her stiff knees.