A 30 Year Old Virgin (One Who Haven’t Even Interacted with Women) Took an Exam to Become a Wizard. - Volume 4- Chapter 05: Creating an Alibi

Volume 4- Chapter 05: Creating an Alibi

I intended to clear this target within the current time frame. But who would have thought it would involve time-traveling?

Mei-ya is a writer, and Mori is a manga artist. They have unusual professions, unlike Mika, who is from the past, or Mutsumi, who was framed as a criminal. They are ordinary, average people.

I staked out their apartment building. I planned to find a way to meet them, get close, and give them the panties. So, when I time-leaped into Mori’s room, I was stunned.

I must have had a terrifying expression on my bed, but just then, Mori walked into my bedroom.

Later, she told me she was stuck on a manga scene and needed a break. I braced myself for a commotion.

“You’re MS Shikure-san, right? Nice to meet you.”

She extended her hand for a handshake, and I reflexively shook it. I had no idea what was going on. This wasn’t an office or a business meeting.

“I’ve seen your face while I was watching your house. You were loitering in front of the apartment, right? It’s obvious.”

Mori gave me a story that was way beyond my expectations.

First, I didn’t know, but the “Sensual Panties” rumor was famous in some circles. Intrigued, Mori searched for “MS Shikure” to verify its authenticity but couldn’t find the website.

The site was closed immediately after I cleared Mutsumi. It was only natural that it couldn’t be found. However, Mori discovered a blog that had hard-copied the monitoring site “MS Shikure” and obtained the email address, phone number, address, and name of the representative.

The internet is scary. For the Saitou Mutsumi strategy site, I had posted my real address to make it more realistic.

When Mori tried to contact me via email, all she got was an error. When she called, a woman’s voice curtly refused, saying, “We’re sorry, but we’ve decided to discontinue this service.”

Mori, who was looking for a story, couldn’t give up on the “Sensual Panties.” The address she found was relatively close, so she decided to visit and ask for an interview in person. When she arrived at the building, she found that it was a regular residence. She hesitated to visit, thinking it was a tenant, but she took pictures of the people going in and out.

Later, a man was staking out her apartment.

Sometimes, such men appear at the apartment. They could be ex-lovers, fathers worried about their daughters living alone, or private investigators investigating fiancées. The reasons vary, but the purpose is always the same: the women living there.

As she was watching, wondering if there was someone else, it turned out to be me. She was hesitant to call out to me, and then I appeared on her bed.

“By the way, the only place you can hide is the slight darkness of the utility pole. If two people stake out the same place, it becomes funny.”

It’s probably not funny for the people involved.

“Do you have the Panties? You came here, so it’s for the ‘Sensual Panties’ monitoring, right? Please show me. I want to write the story and also feel the stimulation, so I might as well wear them. I’m quite greedy.”

“Wait, why are you so calm? No matter how you look at it, I’m a suspicious person.”

I was at a loss. She was too fearless. I had been asked to put on panties on some girls so suddenly, but it was strange for her to respond like that to a stranger who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. What was she thinking?

“I grew up in an era of thriving fantasy worlds. If I were surprised by everything, I couldn’t be a manga artist.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s the way it is.”

It seems that’s the way it is. We agreed on this, so there was no need to hide it. When I showed her her panty, she was delighted. Mori, wearing the panties, moaned in ecstasy on the bed.

“My neighbor is a writer named Shinozaki Meiya. Is it okay if I call her?”

This time, I successfully cleared the trial.

However, I haven’t graduated from being a virgin.

Now.

I had just cleared the challenge and returned from the time leap when I was found by Mari, covered in semen in my room, and received a sinful care assistance.

Although it was a dilemma that was a plus, as the after-processing of semen itself became a side dish, I died in agony. Since it was a routine, I got used to it.

It’s strange how this happens. It’s my home, and Mari is a full-time housewife, so it’s natural for her to be there. But I’m impressed that she always appears right after I ejaculate, with perfect timing.

Is there a camera or sensor installed in the room? I searched everywhere suspiciously, but I couldn’t find anything. Mari must have a passive skill.

By the way.

I returned on Wednesday, and the targets were on Friday of that week. It was the closest future I had ever experienced, but it was still the future.

Events that occurred in the past change the present. Changes from the future are immediately noticeable after the events of the past. So, what happens to events that occur in the future? The answer is “unknown.” We have to wait until that time comes and see the results.

The only thing I know now is that the name on the status screen is grayed out. Although I cleared it, the impact remains unknown.

Making the target wear panties is a life-threatening challenge, but it’s also very lewd. I don’t deny that it satisfies a man’s lecherous mind. What I’m doing is an erotic act itself. If I get caught, it’s a crime of indecent assault or attempted rape. I hope I don’t get caught.

When I searched for indecent assault, I found that it was defined as a lewd act using violence or threats, and even if the victim is over 13 years old and consents, it is still a crime. The punishment is six months to ten years in prison. Only prison sentences are stipulated, and there is no leniency, such as a fine that can be paid with money.

Even a light shoulder push is considered violence, so I, who kissed her genitals, am guilty without question.

Attempted rape is a more serious crime. Even if you don’t achieve your goal, the intention to “force” and “rape” is evaluated, and the punishment is the same as for rape: three years or more in prison.

Although it is a crime that requires a proper complaint, usually if you got reported of rape, your life will be ruined.

In recent news, a man who died immediately after being arrested was featured. There are other 30-year-old virgins taking the same test as me. While I’m here, someone might have secretly gotten a game over.

In Japanese law, if I seriously say that it’s a goddess test, the label that will be attached to me will change from a criminal to a mentally ill person. But the goddess is not that sweet. If you leak those facts, you will most likely lose your life.

The reason I haven’t been arrested in the past is simply that I’ve been lucky. I was lucky to meet women at the right time. Above all, the great generosity of the targets is truly great.

However, my future self may be arrested and imprisoned or dead.

I don’t want to be arrested or die. So, I decided to take safety measures.

Friday came, the weekend. I made the writer Meiya and the manga artist Mori wear panties in that room. That was the exact time.

If I go to the room, I might be there, or I might not. I’m interested. I’m very interested. But I don’t have the courage to check.

There’s a movie about a car that time-slips at 140 km/h. The eccentric scientist says, “If you meet yourself, the universe will collapse, or both will faint.” I don’t want to collapse the universe, so I won’t go see it.

A safer and more reliable countermeasure. I decided to meet someone else.

“Morishita-san. Why are you here?”

I was at Saitou Mutsumi’s apartment. It was an alibi operation. I visited the room of the target I put on a panty before. It was a brilliant idea.

When I think of a profession that is most involved in arrests, the police come to mind. They will surely be valuable witnesses in court.

“Don’t be so stiff. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“What kind of friends are you? I’ll call the police.”

Fukuzawa, Mutumi’s boyfriend, answered with a sullen face. He is an active inspector, and my alibi rate has skyrocketed.

The two, who had a dispute in middle school, overcame their long-standing grudge and became a loving couple. They are a newly in love couple, and it’s Friday night on the weekend. They have only one thing on their minds, and beer and snacks are prepared. They plan to go to bed after getting drunk and feeling good. What a couple of lovebirds.

Such a place is infested with pests. It’s natural for her to be angry. I understand her anger. I understand, but my life is at stake here. I need you to prove that I was there, or I’ll face a miserable future.

“It’s a miracle that Mutsumi and I have the same day off. We can’t bother to use our time on you. Go home.”

“Tatsuki-san, you don’t have to go that far.”

Although Mutsumi tried to mediate, Tatsuki’s eyes were bloodshot. Do you want to do it that badly? I know you’re making out every night, but can’t you hold out for one night? I understand though.

Also, you might have forgotten, but it was because of me that the two of you got together. Don’t you want to return the favor of me going out of my way to mediate between the two of you?

“Is it okay for you to be like that?”

I smiled and handed her an eco-bag.

The gift was alcohol. Since I didn’t know her preferences, I prepared three types: wine, whiskey, and Japanese sake. The Japanese sake is the number one popular sake in Tosa. How about it?

“Kameizumi Kaya! I’ll make some snacks.”

“So, if you say so. We’re from Tosa too. If we don’t drink, Ryoma and Yodo-ko will scold us.”

Mutsumi and Fukazawa were drawn to the alcohol. It seems that the saying that people from Kochi are alcoholics is true.

The people of Kochi, who consume the most alcohol in Japan, are different from a genetic point of view. The last Tosa feudal lord, “Yamano-na Masatoyo,” called himself Suio and was a heavy drinker.

“Please let me stay for two hours. I brought Momo Iron, a game I like. Let’s play it together.”

I knew there was a PS5 here, so I set the game we would play without waiting for an answer.

“Kanpai!” (T/N: Cheers!)

We drank, made a fuss, and played for five hours. It was supposed to be two hours, but I was detained with the words, “I won’t let you escape.” I was threatened with arrest if I left before the bottle was empty, but it seems that he was annoyed because I bought the Kochi property, “Obiya-cho Arcade Street.” I would have bought it when I parked.

Then, I started to tell him how I make the target wear panties. When I told him how tried to make Mutsumi wear them,

“You idiot. What are you doing to my girlfriend? Do it to me.”

What a sad thing to do, make a man wear panties. Oh, I caught the Tosa dialect.

I returned home late at night. I’ll come again sometime.

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The following Saturday. I woke up to my little sister’s presence as she pulled off the towel.

“Sugumi, what are you doing?”

“Oh no~ My hands slipped Onii-chan. You can keep sleeping.”

“When your hands slip, you take off my pajamas?”

“Check. It’s for ‘Last night was fun,’ you know?”

Last night, I was busy making an alibi.

While saying this, Sugumi didn’t stop taking off her pajamas. She tried to pull her pajamas down in one go, but unfortunately, the stopper worked.

“Oh my, Onii-chan. How energetic-“

Still, my little sister just took off my pants as if it’s a matter of fact, but I’m her big brother…. Isn’t there something wrong with our relationship? I don’t intend to cross the line, but I’m worried about this kid’s future.

“Do you know the words hesitation and embarrassment?”

“I don’t know those characters. I haven’t learned them yet.”

“It’s not a matter of learning, but-“

“Do you know? Human feelings develop with words. If you don’t know the words, it doesn’t bore feelings.”

I’ve heard something like this somewhere. Was it cognitive linguistics or psycholinguistics? It’s probably the meaning of standardizing emotions and intervals, but it’s too far-fetched. For example, cats don’t have the word “pain,” so they don’t hurt even if they get hurt. But worms and cats hurt when they get hurt.

“Don’t shift the conversation to your favor… Stop it.”

I flipped Sugumi over and pinned her down. She tried to put her hand in the panties she had given up on taking off. “I did it! Make me your captive-” she struggled.

“That’s a word you don’t learn at school.”

“Tch, tch, tch. Don’t underestimate the learning ability of elementary school students, my dear brother.” (T/N: Reminds me of Suou Yuki.)

I got tired of it and dropped her on the bed. She returned to my knees with the agility of a kitten.

“By the way, Onii-chan.”

“Q-Quite the change.”

“You were with Makoto-san, but you’re still energetic. Did you get rejected?”

Last night, I was busy creating an alibi. In a way, it was kind of fun, but while there was some gore, there was absolutely no eroticism. I can’t seem to connect the cop’s apartment with Makoto, though.

“With Makoto? How’d you come to that conclusion?”

“I got an email on Friday, saying, ‘Please lend Onii-san to me.’ Hana-chan stayed over last night, too, but she was lonely because she couldn’t take a bath with Onii-chan.”

“Someone sent you an email? On Friday??”

“It seems that person made a reservation at a restaurant with a beautiful night view.”

“… Ah!”

The words of Makoto in the smoking room came back to me. Cold sweat spread across my back.

“Onii-chan. Don’t tell you didn’t go? No, you skipiddy skipped your appointment with her, Amiright?”

“Yeah. I didn’t go…”

I had forgotten the promise I had made. While she did forcefully decided where it would be and when, it was still a promise. She must be angry.

“What if you apologized? Sugumi will never forgive you if you did the same to her though, but-” (T/N: Sugumi speaking in 3rd POV)

Thank you for your valuable opinion. I called her, but she didn’t answer. Makoto, who never lets go of her smartphone, even in the toilet, usually answers in one call.

I sent her an apology email, saying, “I’m sorry,” but there was no reply for a minute. Usually, she reacts in ten seconds.

“She-is-definitely-angry. Makoto-chan is. Ushishi”

I guess so. On Monday, when I go to work, I’ll have to bow my head in apology. No, I should go to Makoto’s house today and bow my head to her. I remembered her words.

“I’ll be sure to always make sure that you will have that very conflicted expression! Look forward to it and be prepared!”

“Haaah-“

It’s a heavy, gloomy feeling.

Once again, I didn’t give her the advice she might’ve sought after. What bad timing, both in high school and this time. What bad luck. I’ll have to give her one or two accessories as a present, or take her on a drive. Last year, when we went out to play with the president, she seemed to be having fun.

“There’s no helping what’s done. Sugumi, are you hungry?”

“Huh? Oh, that’s right. I’m hungry. I’ll wake up Hana-chan.”

My little sister left the room quickly. Elementary school students are energetic. Well, let’s check the next target.

I thought so, but the best person I could conquer right now should be someone who lives nearby. It’s easy to find, and since there are no entanglements or connections, I can act decisively.

After making them wear the panties, I want to avoid having too close a relationship with the target. Mari is like that. Other than making her wear the panties, I can’t think of any other reason why my stepmother sticks to me. It was good that the house became brighter, and I was happy to have a cute little sister, Sugumi though.

However, I don’t want to have too much of a relationship with the target.

“I hope the next person to clear is an easy person… Ge.”

I was speechless.

The next target on the status screen was Shigamoto Makoto.

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End of Volume 4: Meiya & Mori Edition

This was a short story, but how was it?

The next chapter, Shigamoto Makoto Edition, is being written with great care.