A 30 Year Old Virgin (One Who Haven’t Even Interacted with Women) Took an Exam to Become a Wizard. - Volume 4- Chapter 03: Awakening Pleasure

Volume 4- Chapter 03: Awakening Pleasure

After a long discussion that felt both lengthy and short, the writer and the manga artist finally reached an agreement.

The man, who had been leaning against the wall looking uncomfortable, was given the Final Answer.

“Are you sure? I won’t force you.”

“Yes, please do it!”

Meiya nodded slightly, her eyes downcast, in contrast to her energetic words.

“Can you turn off the lights?”

“No way, I won’t be able to draw in the dark. I’ll be drawing here. I’ll dim the lights a bit, so please bear with it.”

Mori, who had been busy with her sketchbook, easily rejected Meiya’s request and used the remote to reduce the lighting. However, realizing that she might feel anxious being watched, she lifted her long T-shirt and took off her shorts, saying, “Fifty-fifty,” as she sat in a cross-legged position, exposing herself.

Seeing this, Meiya had no choice but to comply.

“I see. I guess we have no other choice.”

The dimly lit room made it difficult to distinguish objects and faces. It reminded Meiya of her former lover’s room. She wondered how he was doing now. Back then, they had been so passionate, seeking each other desperately, not even knowing the basics of sex.

The man approached the bed where Meiya was sitting at. His gaze was surprisingly youthful. She had assumed he was an old man in his 40s, but he looked to be in his 30s. If that was the case, he would be three years younger than her. If Meiya were still in high school, he would be a middle school student.

If she had been the type of girl who had such sweet experiences with a middle school boy, her life might have taken a different path. The imagined scenario and memories of her former lover overlapped, making her feel embarrassed.

The man’s hand touched her exposed knee, which was slightly rough due to his age, causing Meiya to squirm with ticklishness. A sensation like inspiration raced from her feet to the top of her head.

This feels… different?

His palm slowly caressed her knee and then her calf. He wasn’t particularly skilled, and although he seemed experienced with women, his touch was far from the professional techniques she had experienced before, lacking the finesse of an expert who could guide her to pleasure in the shortest time.

But…

A shiver ran down her spine. Even though he had only caressed her from her knee down, she could feel a tingling sensation deep in her thighs, urging her, “Come here, come to me. Open your legs and invite me into your hot, throbbing womb.” It was her own body, not someone else’s, that was calling out.

He kissed the sole of her foot, his tongue sliding between her toes, making her feel slimy. It was a place that usually made her laugh from ticklishness, but now, it didn’t tickle at all.

“Ku… ah…”

It wasn’t a voice, but a breath that escaped her.

She felt embarrassed about her sweatpants. She wished she had dressed up more stylishly; she had glittery clothes and skirts too.

Come to think of it, had I changed my shorts after touching myself earlier? I couldn’t remember.

She had even forgotten her earlier thought of kicking him if he touched her in an unpleasant way.

Mori was busy at the bedside, her gaze shifting between her sketchbook and Meiya, rapidly flipping through the pages. She sat on one knee, fidgeting, as she worked on her drawings. “You have such a beautiful expression, Meiya. You’re making me wet too,” she said, her eyes bloodshot. Meiya found her annoying but couldn’t deny her words.

“Ugh… Mori, wouldn’t photos be better for your material?”

She tried to put on a brave front, a feeble act of resistance.

Look, I still have the composure to talk. I’m not as turned on as you think. But the truth was, she was already soaking wet, and her shorts were undoubtedly stained with a spreading wet spot.

“Photos and videos can easily spread, and even with strict security measures, there are always loopholes. Drawings are safer. They convey more truth than the real thing.”

“I see…”

I responded, but it was more of an automatic reply. I had forgotten what we were talking about. Mori’s voice, coming from the other side of the room, was drowned out by the sound of the waves.

Zazaa… Zazaa…

“Hahh.. Ha… Ah—Nhnn…”

The sound of the waves… was actually my voice.

Amidst the sound of the waves, I heard another voice.

“Now, you’re in a completely defenseless position.”

I realized that I was lying on her back, supported by cushions. I wanted to erase all the impure thoughts that might be arising in the world at that moment. Even the blurry ceiling that met my unfocused gaze felt intrusive. All I wanted was to focus on the pleasure climbing up my legs.

I closed my eyes, and everything disappeared into darkness. Mori held her breath. That was the last sound I heard before silence enveloped the room.

“Haan… Hii!”

Suddenly, a hand slipped into my sweatpants, tickling the fine hair on my thigh. I laughed involuntarily, drew my legs up, and opened my eyes to find my knees spread in an M-shape.

The loose sweatpants gaped open, and the air conditioning blew through the space, exposing my bare skin and giving the man a full view of my underwear.

“You look so sexy, Meiya.”

My hidden safety zone had been exposed, and my face flushed with embarrassment. I felt more ashamed than if my skirt had been lifted or I had been seen in my underwear. The laughter died in my throat.

Hot breath, like a counter to the cool air, penetrated my sweatpants. His palm caressed my thighs in a circular motion, his touch as light as a feather.

But his touch was random, and I knew I could do a better job pleasing myself.

“You’re not very good at this. Tease me more. Or should I take over?”

He had been caressing my left thigh since the beginning, holding it between both hands and touching it thoroughly, leaving no spot untouched. Yet, there was something amateurish about his technique.

Despite his clumsiness, why was I feeling so aroused? Perhaps it was because his touch varied between the back of his nails, his palms, and his fingertips.

No, that wasn’t it.

The man’s expression was serious, as if he were a dedicated apprentice craftsman rather than someone engaging in erotic acts.

His touch was meticulous and earnest.

It was different from the self-indulgent caresses of my past lovers who seemed to say, “I’m so good at this.” His touch was not perfunctory; it was sincere and devoted. My body acknowledged and welcomed his efforts.

“Nn…”

The circular motion of his hand gradually approached my most sensitive spot, hidden beneath my underwear.

It’s coming… but…

“Eh?”

Betraying my expectations, his hands retreated and moved to the other side, to my right thigh.

“Ah… you~”

My hips began to undulate uncontrollably. My legs, which had been spread at a 30-degree angle, widened to 60 degrees and then exceeded 90 degrees, opening even further.

I tried to resist the embarrassment, thinking, “Touch me here. Peel it off…”

But the man, this person, was mindlessly caressing her right thighs instead.

If it were me, I would have already started. Touching through the shorts wouldn’t be enough; I would have quickly lost patience, lifted the hem, and directly inserted my fingers into it.

Read my desire! I’m so turned on!

—-This is what it’s like. See? You can’t control it. The pain is pleasure in itself. Mori said.

Ugh… I understand, Mori. You’ve conquered also been conquered like this. My right leg feels amazing. It’s wonderful in its own way.

“Ah… Haa… Haa…”

My right foot, then my left, then back to my right—his hands moved up and down inside my sweatpants, which were pulled down to my ankles. It was a pleasant mix of disappointment and pleasure. If I didn’t brace myself, I would be swept away, but the pace was unpredictable, keeping me on edge. Meiya became unsure which leg was being caressed.

“Nn!!!??? Fuahh… Ah!”

When he caressed me through my shorts, I didn’t understand the following events. After the prolonged focus on my thighs, I had begun to think it would last forever, but then a shocking sensation of pleasure pierced through me.

Her body jerked.

His fingers lightly grazed the surface of my shorts, and yet, the impact was so intense that I even climaxed instantly. The surging ecstasy hadn’t subsided when the man took action.

What… what are you doing?

I hadn’t voiced my question, but my face must have given it away.

“What do you mean? I’m taking off your shorts. You can’t put them on otherwise.”

He started to take off my panties without removing my sweatpants.

Eh… That’s…. No…

—-I didn’t get this treatment when you did it to me.

Inside my sweatpants, my shorts were being pulled down, exposing my bare buttocks, hips, and the sticky, sensitive area around my labia to the lining of my pants. I squirmed with an unusual ticklish sensation.

“Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa…”

Numerous signals from my skin and flesh reached my brain’s pleasure center, pushing me to the limit of pleasure. I wanted to ride this rare wave of pleasure. My hands moved, greedily squeezing and kneading my breasts.

My shorts were taken off one leg at a time, leaving me with only the bottoms and no underwear. My lower half felt vulnerable. However, the man deliberately exposed my legs, which still had some elasticity, and inserted his head between them.

“Ah… Eh?”

He parted my pubic hair and revealed my ripe vulva, which seemed to emit some steam. His lips latched onto it.

“Ah… Hii… Uu…”

A breath that was neither a scream nor a sigh escaped my throat, as if it were being cut off.

His previous gentleness was gone, replaced by a rough, continuous kissing with his entire tongue, pecking at my pussy with his lips.

He sucked on my clitoris forcefully and nibbled on my labia.

“No… Stop… Ah… Ah… Stop…”

The simultaneous and complex stimulation overwhelmed me, leaving me breathless.

It felt like he had three mouths. I had never experienced such a cunnilingus before; it was both rough and skilled, surpassing any I had received in the past.

“Does it hurt? Should I stop?”

“Don’t… stop…”

His tongue, which had forced its way past my labia, now licked my vaginal walls.

He relentlessly stimulated the sensitive underside of my clitoris, which was highly responsive to stimulation.

How was he doing this? His lips on my clitoris, his tongue on my sweet spot…

I, trapped and subdued, rapidly ascended to the peak of pleasure.

“Ah… Yesss… Nn… Nn… Hyaaah!”

My hips jerked, and my overflowing love juice wet the man’s mouth and spread onto the bed.

My body continued to shake uncontrollably.

The man completely removed my sweatpants, and panties suddenly appeared in midair, which he then put on my legs, which were still convulsing from the orgasm.

“This is just the beginning. Hehe.”

“Eh? What? No… Ahhhhhh!”

Putting those panties on me brought a surge of pleasure, as if my blood were flowing backward. This simple act, which would usually only cause mild embarrassment, now brought an exquisite joy to my body, which had just been brought to orgasm through cunnilingus.

“Ah… Ha… Eh… Ah…”

My calves, the backs of my knees, and now my thighs—the panties, which the man was pulling up with his hands, were made of cotton, tickling her skin. The design, which she caught a glimpse of, was ordinary, something that could be bought anywhere.

But the sensation of wearing them was unlike that of mass-produced cotton products. It felt like angel wings—a cliché expression for a writer, but I couldn’t think of a better analogy.

In the midst of my climax, I realized that the panties had finally reached their goal, enveloping my hips and my wet, aroused vulva in thin fabric.

“Haa… Haa…”

My body felt heavy and languid, and a dreamy euphoria permeated every part of me.

I wanted to express my gratitude to the man who had given me such pleasure. When I tried to say “thank you,” it came out as “ai… to.”

My voice was hoarse from screaming.

I thought to myself, “If it’s this man, then I’m fine with it. I want him inside me.” Just as I was about to convey this, the man was enveloped in a dazzling light.