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

Volume 4- Chapter 04: The Panties Test

Meiya opened her eyes under the dim ceiling light, where the dazzling light had subsided.

She was in the expensive bed that Mori had splurged on. There she was, Meiya, having discarded her bottoms.

She often came here. It was like her own room, a familiar place, but she had never climbed onto the bed she was proud of. Even more so, it was absolutely impossible for a sensible adult to be in nothing but shorts.

Something had happened to her. At her core, there was a pleasant feeling of laziness. She had entrusted her body to someone and experienced pleasure beyond her expectations. It was a memory, or rather, a vague feeling.

But who was it? The warmth of the palm left on her skin, the passionate kisses that left her feminine side in turmoil. And the most convincing evidence of all. She couldn’t remember him, even though she was wearing shorts she had never worn before.

The ordinary-looking shorts stimulated her body and mind just by being there. They gave her a fundamental energy that could last a full marathon. The sexual excitement was evident, and the excitement of the middle of self-pleasure naturally ignited.

On the other hand, it was more restrained than when she did it herself. She didn’t feel like she was being overwhelmed by her desires and going out of control. The stable caresses continued, and the energy of her twenties rose. It was a strange pair of shorts.

The only drawback was that it was too enjoyable. The light caresses caused a sticky liquid to slowly stop flowing. The wet stain from her sexual arousal was so intense that her pubic hair was visible through it. Although, it might be because of the strange man.

Meiya, holding a sketchbook, met Mori’s gaze. She came to her senses.

Meiya hurriedly stood up, put on her half-pants sweatpants, and slipped her feet into them. The shorts she had taken off were on the carpet. They were much wetter than the ones she was wearing.

She couldn’t deny it. The man was an illusion. She had done self-pleasure in front of Mori.

Mori, the owner of the room, was also surprised. She looked back and forth between the sketchbook and Meiya several times.

“I’m sorry, Mori… I…”

What’s wrong with “I”? Is she apologizing for doing self-pleasure on Mori’s bed?

From the composition, it seemed that Mori was drawing her. But when did such a situation happen? She had no memory of it at all.

“Meiya-san. Maybe we had an incredible experience. I don’t remember, though.”

Mori threw an unused box of tissues at her. She also took out a partially used box of tissues and pulled out several sheets. She put on the shorts that were there and smiled, saying they were a bit cold.

“Were you not wearing them? Did you take them off?”

She was wearing one, but she had taken off the other. That meant there was a moment when neither of them was wearing anything. The bed she was standing on was incredibly wet, but there was a bath towel laid out. It seemed that they had anticipated this.

“I always do this with the bed. So that I can be ready at any time. Hehe.”

“We…”

Meiya swallowed the words she was about to say. Had they hugged each other? Had they finally crossed the line? Lesbian, yuri. The fantasy that appeared was of a man, but was that just a product of her desire?

Everything seemed to make sense.

They hadn’t gone as far as penetration because there was no male organ to insert.

The way she was teased to the point of losing her mind was a technique unique to women. The gentle use of her tongue was also filled with kindness. Meiya thought that it would be difficult for a man who was always focused on ejaculation to do all of that.

Also, Meiya and Mori often talked about how to be more sensual.

Tease, tease, and tease some more. Even if the woman says she wants it, don’t insert it. Only when the signs of orgasm appear, finally, with great hesitation, increase the intensity of the caresses. That was her ideal.

The daydream she had just had was almost exactly that. She had been guided to an orgasm she had never experienced before, just with caresses.

“I know what you’re doing, but I think you’re way off. Look at this.”

Mori showed her the open sketchbook. What was drawn there was not a sketch but a rough sketch, with wild lines.

The subjects were a man and a woman. The lively lines, depicting their sensual entanglement, were erotic, as if they were piercing her body.

The underwear was being pulled out from under the sweatpants. The woman, in a state of passion, opened her legs wide and moaned. She was squeezing her own breasts because she couldn’t bear the gentle caresses. She was intoxicated by the kisses she was given as her sweatpants were taken off. Her voice hoarse, she let out moans and cries of pleasure.

Meiya flipped through the pages, which numbered more than 20. Mori had drawn the stages of caresses with hands and mouths, but the overall flow was a playful act of taking off the shorts and putting them back on. Her body hair stood on end, and her womb stirred.

It was Meiya’s wet dream.

“The woman is me. Who is the man? Did you imagine him?”

“There was a man. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have drawn so many of these. I mean… I…”

Meiya put her hand between her legs, probably to check the shorts she was wearing. There was a man.

The story suddenly came together. The blocked ideas, the inviting situations, all came together around one line.

“Goddess, panties, death… I think we can do it! Yeah, we can!”

“I think so too. There was an urban legend a long time ago about a 30-year-old virgin becoming a wizard.”

“Yeah, that’s it. But if it becomes easy, it’s not fun. I want to add something.”

“What if you can’t pass the test and can’t become one?”

“That’s interesting. So if you fail, you die.”

“It’s like a cruel death game. The test has a deadline because it’s a test. The questions also change depending on the goddess’s mood.”

“Haha! It’s cruel. What about the content of the test? What would be good?”