Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 10

“Ah, look at the autumn leaves.”

Looking at the trees dyed red, Wakana-san murmured softly.

“The culture festival’s over, and now it really feels like autumn, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t like it much because it’s chilly.”

I don’t like summer because it’s hot, winter because it’s cold, and spring because of hay fever. And autumn? The changing seasons make me feel out of sync. People tend to highlight the good points of Japan’s four seasons, but honestly, I have a lot of complaints too.

“Sana, don’t you wear tights?”

Glancing at my legs peeking out from under my skirt, Wakana-san tilted her head slightly. By this time of year, it wasn’t uncommon for people to start wearing tights. But I didn’t like the way they felt—too stuffy.

Besides, Wakana-san herself was showing off her bare thighs under her skirt without a care.

“Does it bother you?”

Noticing my gaze, Wakana-san’s lips curved into a faint, amused smile. She bent down slightly, peering up at my face.

“It’s just… you’re not wearing tights either, Wakana-san.”

“True. Well, I prefer bare legs.”

She looked down at her own legs as if confirming her preference. I suppose there were always people like that.

“Well, I guess I’m the same, for similar reasons.”

“Oh? I just think bare legs are a little… sexier.”

“Sorry, nope. Totally different reasons for me.”

She’s so composed and elegant, yet this is how she thinks? People might not pay much attention to whether someone is wearing tights or not, but if they knew Wakana-san’s reasoning, they’d be shocked.

Lost in thought, I didn’t realize Wakana-san had disappeared from my view.

“Hyaah?!”

The next moment, I spotted her—poking at my legs with a mischievous smile. I jumped slightly at the tickling sensation.

“Gotcha.”

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

I scrambled away, trying to put some distance between us. Upon closer inspection, I saw Wakana-san holding an autumn leaf. It was clear she’d been using it to poke me.

“Doesn’t it tickle?”

“Of course it does! Stop it!”

But Wakana-san wasn’t the type to listen so easily. She chased after me, pressing the leaf against my legs with playful jabs.

“Come on, come on~”

“S-stop…! Ah… ngh…”

Just like when she playfully stroked my hand, Wakana-san skillfully teased my legs with the leaf. Its rough texture grazed my calves, then trailed up the back of my thighs, sending shivers through me.

Before I realized it, I’d stopped resisting, letting her have her way.

“See? If I move it further up like this…”

“Ah… ngh…! H-hey, that’s going too far…!”

“What? It’s just under your skirt.”

“That’s exactly what I mean!”

I doubt my protests even reached her. Wakana-san slowed her movements deliberately, maneuvering the leaf near the hem of my skirt. She’d push it inside, then pull it back out, sliding it slightly downward before suddenly moving it upward again.

She repeated this over and over, her actions methodical. Eventually, the leaf’s teasing was entirely under my skirt.

“H-hey…! Isn’t that enough already…?”

“Reached your limit?”

Wakana-san looked up at me with a mischievous grin.

“N-no! Not at all!”

Not wanting to lose, I tried to bluff. That must have been exactly what Wakana-san wanted.

Like a fish in water, she began to trace my thighs with the leaf again. Its unfamiliar sensation crept further and further, subtly invading my personal space.

“Ah… ngh…!”

She explored my thighs, even venturing above my knees. Her hand brushed against the fabric of my skirt, lifting it slightly. The faint rustling sound it made filled the air.

All thoughts of someone possibly seeing us faded from my mind. This was a secluded spot, and it was Wakana-san making all the moves—I kept finding excuses to justify the situation.

“Sana, are you nervous?”

She whispered as if stroking me with her voice, moving the leaf along the back of my thighs. It edged higher and higher, its rounded tip approaching a place it absolutely shouldn’t.

“Ahaha. Sana, you’re pretty big.”

Her playful tone suddenly turned curious, as if noticing something unexpected.

“Wh-what are you… ngh…!”

Her movements became more deliberate, tracing arcs and testing shapes. The sensations grew sharper, her actions almost methodical as they revealed me little by little.

It felt like she would delve even deeper when—

“Okay, all done.”

With a sudden, decisive motion, she let go of the leaf, stepping back as if nothing had happened. She returned to standing beside me.

“Huh?”

“You look like you wanted me to keep going, Sana.”

Peering into my face with a teasing smile, Wakana-san delivered her words like a challenge.

“N-no way! I was just surprised because you stopped so suddenly. Besides, weren’t you the one who got bored?”

“Hmm? I could have kept going if I wanted…”

Wakana-san brought a finger to her lips, feigning thoughtfulness. Then, as if struck by an idea, she leaned close to whisper in my ear.

“Next time, maybe you could do it to me instead…”

Her words sank into me one by one, making my face flush hotly as I grasped their meaning. But I knew—she was only teasing, knowing full well I’d never dare.

“If you keep saying stuff like that… I really might do it, you know.”

I couldn’t help but respond, driven by frustration. I hated the way Wakana-san always seemed to have the upper hand.

But that was my mistake.

“Go ahead.”

Lowering her gaze slightly, Wakana-san looked at me from under her lashes. She pinched the hem of her skirt between her fingers and lifted it just a little.

Her thighs grew more prominent as they reached upward, their presence undeniable. They were uniquely hers—something I didn’t have, a softness that only Wakana-san possessed.

“If it’s you, Sana… I’ll give you everything.”

Her whisper, filled with temptation, and the look in her eyes robbed me of my will to resist. For a moment, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her.