Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 12

“Hey, Sana. Do you know what a ‘dog-like girl’ is?”

Wakana casually kicked a pebble on the sidewalk as she glanced at me, as if making small talk. Walking beside her, I stole a sidelong glance, imagining what a dog-like girl might be.

“You mean someone obedient, affectionate, that sort of thing?”

“Exactly. So, why don’t you try giving me an order?”

“Wait—what do you mean ‘so’? You’re not even a dog-like girl, Wakana.”

If anything, her pushy and straightforward attitude made her more like a boar.

“Well, maybe not. But today, I thought I’d try being your personal dog-like girlfriend.”

“…”

What’s she up to? Wakana looked at me with her usual inscrutable gaze, her eyes holding an unusual hint of submission.
Maybe, just maybe, Wakana was genuinely trying to embody the role of a dog-like girl. That odd thought crossed my mind, and I decided to humor her little game for a bit.

“Alright then… Can you do a ‘paw’ trick?”

“You mean, put my hand on yours?”

Wakana complied without hesitation, placing her hand gently over mine.

“There, I did it. Don’t I deserve a reward?”

Her eyes were pleading as she gazed up at me. Wakana’s expression, so meek and vulnerable, exuded an undeniable dog-like charm. That unexpected cuteness tugged at my heart, compelling me to respond to her.

“Um, let me think. A reward, huh…”

“Ah, actually, never mind for now.”

“Huh? Really?”

That caught me off guard. Wakana wasn’t the type to hold back on outrageous demands if she had the chance.

“Yeah. Instead, why don’t you give me another command?”

A command. Wakana seemed to be inviting me to force something on her.

“Then… Can I see your English homework?”

After a brief moment of thought, I decided to make a practical request. If she was being this cooperative, I might as well take advantage.

“…Sana.”

But Wakana gave me a piercing look, somewhere between disbelief and exasperation.

“You realize I’m willing to do anything you say, right? So tell me something you really want.”

—Anything.
That word carried weight, a recklessness that I couldn’t ignore.
And yet, Wakana wore her usual air of confidence, as if fully aware that I wouldn’t dare make any bold demands.
She was underestimating me. That realization lit a spark of rebellion in me, making me want to strip away her smug composure.

“Then… Tomorrow, come to school without wearing any underwear.”

Heat surged into my face.
But I said it. Something so outrageous I couldn’t believe it came from my own lips.

What would Wakana’s reaction be?
Nervously, I sneaked a glance at her, only to meet her gaze. Her expression wasn’t shocked or flustered—it was amused, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

“Oh? So you’re into that kind of thing?”

Her voice was soft, teasing, carrying just a hint of heat. The sultry tone brushed against my cheeks like a caress.

“W-Wait, no, that’s not—!”

Her words made me painfully aware of what I had implied. What had I truly wanted from Wakana?
The thought of her in such a state, exposed to countless eyes, sent a wave of guilt and embarrassment crashing over me.

“But that’s your order, isn’t it?”

“…!”

I couldn’t argue. This was what I had commanded her to do. I should have known better, understood the implications of my words.

“My body’s going to be in serious trouble, though.”

Wakana’s voice softened, her gaze dropping as she pressed a hand lightly against her chest, as if testing her own body.

Her figure, her curves—everything would be painfully obvious to anyone who looked. The thought made her lips tremble, her expression wavering between shame and resignation.

Still, this was my fault. I had inflicted this humiliation on her, driven by nothing more than childish defiance.

“…Wakana, maybe I should—”

“But I’ll do my best.”

She cut me off, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

“So, give me a reward for trying so hard, okay?”

“A… reward?”

Wakana fell silent for a moment, giving me a sliver of time to process her words.

A kiss.
That was what she wanted.
Not a command, not an order. Just her own heartfelt wish.

Wakana’s pleading eyes, her gentle smile—everything about her in that moment was disarming.

—A kiss. I didn’t know what that truly meant. But compared to the cruel order I’d given, it seemed far more reasonable.

“…Haha.”

A light laugh escaped Wakana’s lips as she broke into her usual, carefree smile.

“You look so flustered, Sana. It’s hilarious.”

“Wha—Hey! That’s not—”

“Relax, I’m just kidding.”

Her grin widened, and I realized everything—her dog-like act, her teasing words—had been part of her elaborate joke.

“You mean… all of it?”

“Pretty much. You’re so easy to mess with, Sana.”

Her tone was light, her expression mischievous.
Realizing I’d been played, I could only grit my teeth and glare at her.

“Well, don’t worry. If I ever really want your lips, I’ll just take them myself.”

And with that, Wakana walked a step ahead, leaving me trailing after her.

“You know, my lips aren’t that cheap.”

“Hmm, are you sure about that?”

“They’re not! Really!”

“Wait, does that mean you’ve never kissed anyone?”

“W-Well, yeah…”

“Wow. Interesting.”

Wakana’s teasing voice echoed as she walked ahead, her playful laughter blending into the sunset.
Once again, I realized how easily she had gotten the better of me.