Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 17

“Huh?”

Wakana gave me a slightly surprised look.

“Your uniform looks kind of messy today, Sana.”

“Oh… Well, I was rushing to make it to PE on time, so I just stuffed it into my bag.”

As a result, my uniform ended up looking like it hadn’t been ironed at all.

“Hmm? Did you do something naughty?”

Wakana leaned forward slightly, peering into my face.

“–––Wha!? N-No way! Of course not!”

By “naughty,” did Wakana mean… doing something while still in uniform? I’ve heard of that before—like those “uniform dates” at theme parks or something.

“Why are you getting so flustered? Did you really do something while still in uniform?”

Wakana teased me, her tone mischievous. Anyone would get worked up if they were accused of something like that, even if they had no idea what she was talking about.

“Or… does it bring back any memories? From past experiences, maybe?”

“Of course not! I don’t have any experiences like that!”

“So, Sana’s never done anything while wearing a uniform, huh?”

Her voice sounded half-impressed, half-acknowledging. Almost like she wanted to imply something about herself. Speaking of which, Wakana never did explain about her first kiss. I don’t know anything about her before now. Maybe she really has had those kinds of experiences.

“…Have you, Wakana?”

“Had s3x while in a uniform?”

I nodded faintly. I was scared of what her answer might be but curious enough to ask anyway. The pause that followed made me uncomfortable. Then Wakana opened her mouth, speaking slowly.

“When it’s over the uniform, the chest area gets really wrinkled, you know?”

“–––Wha! Th-That’s…”

“It gets grabbed over and over again. And your underwear shifts so much you stop caring about it.”

Wakana’s voice occasionally faltered, like she was recalling something. Was it really that intense? I couldn’t say anything, having no experience myself, so I just listened to her words.

“Once they’re satisfied there, their hands move to your skirt. And then, they start messing things up underneath it.”

“I… see…”

So, she was in the same state I’m in now, her uniform wrinkled from her chest to her skirt. Wakana must’ve looked like this back then too.

“They start slow, just lightly touching, but then it heats up. Before long, it’s rough and fast.”

“…R-Rough… and fast…”

I stammered, repeating her words. For just a moment, I imagined it—Wakana doing that with someone. She likes girls, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t do it with a guy. Or maybe there was a girl who wanted to do that with her.

“…Does it bother you?”

“Huh? What does?”

Her piercing gaze made it impossible to hide my unease.

“The fact that I’ve already done it.”

“…Of course not. Why would it?”

Wakana said nothing and started walking ahead of me, her steps slightly quicker than before. Once again, she was ahead of me.

“What about you, Sana? Would you want to do it while still in a uniform?”

“I… don’t particularly like uniforms or anything…”

“Hmm? So, you’d prefer being completely naked?”

“I-I didn’t say that!!”

Wakana looked at me, amused by my reaction. Her gaze made my heart waver. Those same eyes—had they gazed at someone else while she wore a uniform? Someone I didn’t know, someone who had touched her.

“Well, it does feel good, you know. Whether it’s over the uniform or not.”

She said it like she was teaching me something, but I didn’t know anything about this world she spoke of. Everything Wakana mentioned was something beyond my reach.

“…Not that I care.”

“Really? Well, let me know if you ever get curious. I’ll teach you.”

Her sultry expression made her words feel like a challenge. At that moment, I knew we weren’t equals. That realization sat heavily in my stomach.

Wakana stopped abruptly, turning back toward me and closing the gap between us. I couldn’t move—I could only wait to see what she’d do next.

“–––But I’ve never actually done it myself.”

“…Huh?”

Her matter-of-fact tone left me stunned. Wakana continued, nonchalant.

“Yeah, everything I just said was all my imagination. I’ve never done anything like that with anyone.”

“All… of it… was your imagination?”

“Yup. You don’t have to look so shocked. I was just messing with you a bit.”

Wakana was now walking beside me again, peering into my face with a playful grin.
So, she hasn’t done it. That revelation was both surprising and oddly relieving. The heavy feeling in my stomach vanished.

“I see… So, Wakana hasn’t done it.”

When I thought about it, it made sense. Wakana only shows her true self to me. There’s no way she’d give herself to someone random.

“Exactly. I’m just a high school freshman, you know? I’d bet most people haven’t done it yet.”

She might be right. I don’t know any statistics, but I’ve never heard that kind of talk from Nozawa or Koga. Most of us don’t even have partners.

Now that the mystery of Wakana’s experience was cleared up, my unease disappeared. I exhaled deeply and caught up to her pace.

With someone… huh.

I thought I heard Wakana mutter under her breath.

“Hm? Did you say something?”

“Nope. Anyway, let’s grab something from the convenience store on the way back.”

Wakana walked a little ahead of me, as if she had something in mind.