Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 18

“I’m so tired…”

I mumbled softly, gazing up at the darkened sky. I’d been invited by a group I wasn’t particularly close with, and it ended up dragging on until this late. Keeping up with the conversation, nodding in agreement, and smiling at the right moments—it was exhausting.

“Ugh…”

Hopefully, I won’t have to deal with this for a while. Though knowing how things usually go, it’s bound to happen again soon. Just the thought made my mood sink even further.

And then, a small weight settled on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“…?”

I turned around, sensing something unusual.

“Huh?”

“Sana. It’s rare to see you around here.”

“Wa… Wakana-san?”

I was surprised to see Wakana-san, her hand casually resting on my shoulder. She looked just as surprised to see me. Surely, she hadn’t been following me—right?

“Just out with some people from school,” I replied.

“What, cheating on me?”

“Of course not! And for the record, we’re not even dating!”

I made sure to emphasize the point. Wakana-san just chuckled lightly and suggested walking part of the way together.

“What about you? Why are you out here?”

“Just taking a walk.”

That caught me off guard. I never imagined Wakana-san to be the type for solitary strolls.

“Walking alone clears my head, you know? No need to show anything to anyone.”

“…I get that.”

It made sense. Having a space where you don’t need to think or put up a front is important.

“You look tired, Sana,” Wakana-san said, not as a question, but as a statement.

She saw right through me. Or perhaps anyone could’ve, given my current state. I nodded faintly in response.

“I see. Then–––”

The sweet scent of her perfume mingled with the cool evening breeze, brushing against my cheek. A warm yet grounding pressure rested on my shoulders.

“–––Shall I comfort you?”

Her whispered words, laced with a hint of sweetness, caught me completely off guard. Wakana-san, standing close enough for her breath to tickle my ear, seemed even more alluring than usual. The proximity of her body against my tired frame sent my thoughts into a spiral.

“Comfort me… how?”

“Hmm. What do you want me to do?”

What do I want from Wakana-san? Her soft skin, the curve of her thighs, the gentle swell of her chest—what would I dare ask of her?

How far would Wakana-san let me go? Would it really be okay to ask her to help ease this weariness?

“–––Anything you want,” she murmured, her sweet voice tempting the darker parts of my thoughts. All my concerns, guilt, and hesitation began to fade away.

“Really? Anything?”

Would Wakana-san hate me for this? But at this point, I could no longer contain myself. My muddled, exhausted mind screamed at me to act on impulse.

“Uh, yeah… but, wait–––”

Before she could finish, I moved closer, words forming on my lips.

“Alright, then–––”

“Time out!”

Wakana-san’s sudden exclamation stopped me in my tracks. Her voice was flustered, and she exhaled shakily, her demeanor noticeably unsteady.

“Um, s-sorry! It’s just that… my underwear’s kinda plain today!”

“…Underwear?”

“You know, for what we’re about to do…”

“What… are you talking about?”

Wakana-san hesitated, her gaze dropping as she mumbled softly.

“…Something naughty.”

Her words shocked me more than anything else could have. They pulled me right back into reality.

“What?! W-wait, no! That’s not what I meant at all!”

“Then… what did you mean?”

“I-it’s just…”

Saying it out loud was mortifying. In hindsight, what was I even thinking? Fatigue aside, how had I let my thoughts spiral so far?

“Was it something… weird?”

“No! It’s just… maybe you could… pat my head, or something?”

A brief silence fell between us after my hesitant admission. Both of us stood still, neither saying a word. It felt like time had frozen.

Finally, Wakana-san moved. Her slender arm reached out, her cool hand resting gently on my head. Slowly, softly, she began to stroke my hair.

“Like this?”

“…Yeah.”

It felt comforting—immensely so. Despite her cold fingers, the warmth of her touch seeped into me, spreading through my body. With every gentle motion, I felt my tension melt away.

Wakana-san continued, occasionally smoothing out my hair or cupping my cheek lightly. Every gesture seemed meant to soothe me.

Eventually, she drew me into a loose embrace. Her warmth enveloped me entirely, filling the cold night with an unfamiliar yet welcome heat.

Wakana-san didn’t speak. She just kept stroking my head, silently providing comfort. That moment stretched on, unbroken. Surrendering to her care, I let myself relax in her arms.