Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 14

“Hey, Sana.”

Under the slightly reddening sky, Wakana casually called out to me.

“What is it?”

“What do you usually do with your friends?”

Friends—she must mean Nozawa and Koga. It was rare for Wakana to take an interest in my outward social life.

“Mostly just listen to random conversations, grab meals, or go to karaoke.”

It’s probably pretty typical for most friendships, nothing special.

But Wakana averted her gaze from the sunset, lowering her eyes slightly, and murmured softly.

“…I’m jealous.”

“…Really? I just feel like it’s tiring and not that great, honestly.”

“…What if you didn’t have to feel tired?”

“Well… I guess it would be fun. I don’t hate eating or singing, after all.”

Something like solo karaoke could actually be fun. But because of my image, I always end up going with a group.

“…Really?”

Wakana looked at me as if to confirm something. I nodded, unsure of her intention.

“…I see.”

Her eyes seemed to be pondering something. Then, with a hesitant demeanor, Wakana slowly opened her mouth.

“Then… shall we go?”

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“I think I’m going to sing a love song!”

Wakana, holding a microphone, eagerly fiddled with the touchscreen controls.

“Go for it. Everyone seems to sing those a lot.”

“…Hmm.”

“What’s with that reaction? Were you really this excited about karaoke?”

I asked Wakana, who gave a nonchalant reply. She already seemed fully immersed in her song selection.

“Well, yeah. But what I was really looking forward to was going with you.”

“…I see.”

Wakana was being unusually straightforward today. It wasn’t like before, with her playful antics. Her genuine enjoyment of the moment was evident. It made me look away, slightly embarrassed.

“Alright, I’ve decided!”

The screen displayed the song Wakana had queued. As the intro began to play, the room filled with music.

“Recalling it brings spring’s scent ♪ Memories of you flood back in ♪ You looked away when I said sorry ♪”

Wakana’s delicate singing voice filled the karaoke room. It was a perfect blend of her contrasting traits: innocence and allure. Sweet, yet clear and commanding. It was a beautiful voice.

I found myself captivated, forgetting to select a song for myself.

When she finished, Wakana exhaled deeply, looking satisfied.

“Your turn, Sana.”

“Oh, uh… yeah.”

What should I sing? Wakana just did a love song. Maybe I should go with something similar?

“I’m going to grab some drinks. What do you want?”

I quickly replied, “A cola,” and started browsing the song list. I settled on a trendy love song just as Wakana returned.

“Here’s your cola.”

“Thanks.”

Wakana placed the glass in front of me before sitting down right next to me. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted over, and I thought I felt the tips of her hair brush against my cheek.

“…Huh?”

Our thighs touched. Through the fabric of our skirts, I could feel Wakana’s warmth seeping into me.

“It’s starting.”

Wakana’s voice snapped my gaze back to the screen. A moment later, I began singing, but I couldn’t focus at all.

I’d experienced similar situations with her countless times before. Yet, it felt completely new.

Wakana shifted slightly now and then, and the faint sensation of fabric brushing against me was distracting. Her soft thighs peeked out from under her skirt—just like that time before…

When I finished singing, Wakana clapped gently. Her usual teasing tone was absent.

“You’re really good, Sana. Your voice is so pretty. I’d love to hear you sing again.”

“…”

She was being too genuine, throwing me off completely. I couldn’t muster my usual composure. So, if Wakana wasn’t going to lead like she always did… I––

“––Huh?”

Above me, Wakana let out a surprised noise.

“…It’s fine, isn’t it?”

Her thighs were soft—so incredibly soft. My head sank into them like they were drawing me in.

“What are you doing all of a sudden…?”

“You don’t like it?”

“No… of course not. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Wakana said this as she gently ran her fingers through my hair. Her touch was warm and soothing. I let myself relax against her.

“––Ah.”

It felt so nice that I squirmed a little. Turning slightly, I pressed my chilled ear against Wakana’s warm thigh. Soft, warm—completely blissful.

Wakana said nothing, letting me rest on her lap. So, I moved again, repositioning myself.

Sometimes, Wakana would let out a small, sweet sound. The rustle of fabric and those quiet, sugary noises echoed softly in the karaoke room.