Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 19

“The one I borrowed last time. It was great.”

I pulled out the manga Wakana-san had lent me from my bag and handed it to her.

“Really? …Was it that scene, after all?”

“Well… yeah. The amount of bodily fluids was intense, though. But like you said, I kind of got used to it as I kept reading.”

Wakana-san’s recommendations were undeniably captivating. The unpredictable plot twists and layers of mysteries were just addictive. I wouldn’t mind borrowing something else from her again.

“Do you have any recommendations, Sana?”

“Me?”

Hmm… something I enjoyed that Wakana-san might like too… Most of the manga I read are romance-centric, but ever since Wakana-san introduced me to her tastes, I’ve ventured into similar genres. Maybe something like that would resonate with her as well.

I began explaining a manga I had in mind. Wakana-san listened intently, her curiosity piqued. At least it didn’t seem like a bad choice.

“Sounds interesting.”

When I finished, she nodded, clearly impressed.

“Really? I’m glad to hear that.”

“…But I didn’t expect you to be into such intense stuff, Sana.”

“–––Wh-what?! Th-that’s because you’re the one who recommended that kind of thing!”

“Hmm? But wasn’t my pick fairly tame? Yours sounds way more… visceral.”

I couldn’t argue with that. This time, the main characters were innocent little children. And those children––

“They get eaten, don’t they?”

“…Yeah.”

“Those delicate eyes, twisted in terror. Bitten bit by bit, starting from their toes, savoring every part… isn’t that what happens?”

I nodded faintly, unable to muster a stronger response. Sure, I was the one who recommended it, but hearing it described so vividly made me realize just how dark the story actually was.

“And the bigger ones taste better, don’t they? …I wonder what they taste like.”

“I-I wouldn’t know!”

“Hmm… Have you ever tried biting something, Sana?”

Wakana-san leaned closer to me, her arm sliding around mine in an almost predatory way. The question hung heavy in the air, her voice laced with playful malice.

“Just once, maybe?”

“N-no! Never! Of course not!”

“Really? …Then, how about we reenact it? Like last time?”

Her grip on my arm tightened. There was no escape. Her determination radiated a strange intensity.

“R-reenact… what?”

“Last time, you were the one doing it. This time, it’ll be me.”

Wakana-san’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she declared her intent. The mere thought of her “biting” me sent a wave of heat coursing through my body.

“Ahaha. Your face is bright red, Sana.”

“Of course it is… Are you really going to do it?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t go overboard. Just a light nibble.”

Her teasing voice made my resolve waver. If it was just a little… maybe it’d be okay? My rationalizations spun in my head, trying to justify my silent consent.

I nodded slightly, a subtle affirmation.

Even so, fear got the better of me, and I shut my eyes tightly. My heart pounded uncontrollably. I felt her release my arm, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. Her presence drew closer, her soft fragrance enveloping me.

“–––Ah!”

The warmth of her lips pressed against my neck. The wet sound of saliva reached my ears. Her tongue lightly grazed my skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensation. Finally, there was a faint, sharp pressure––she had bitten me.

“All done.”

Her voice coaxed me to open my eyes slowly.

“…Yeah.”

“How was it?”

Her lips brushed against my neck again, soft and deliberate, as if she’d truly savor me completely.

“…I’m not sure.”

But I wasn’t about to admit that out loud. If I did, I’d only end up focusing even more on her lips.

Wakana-san’s sharp gaze seemed to see right through me. Her glossy lips curved upward as if teasing me further.

“…Should I try somewhere else next?”

Her lips moved sensuously, glistening slightly with moisture. They seemed so soft, so enticing. I could only imagine how they’d feel against mine.

“Somewhere else.” There was no doubt where she meant. Her eyes locked onto my lips, and my heart raced wildly once more.

Without waiting for an answer, Wakana-san began closing the distance between us.

Her lips would soon touch mine––

Just like before, with my neck, she’d explore, nibble, and taste…

I shut my eyes again, bracing myself for what was to come.

Her breath grazed my skin, followed by––

“––Huh?”

Something entirely unexpected. Her lips brushed my cheek lightly and then pulled away.

“What’s wrong?”

I opened my eyes, still slightly dazed. Her face was brimming with amusement, as if she was enjoying herself immensely.

“Did you… want me to kiss your lips?”

She placed a finger on her own lips, a teasing smirk on her face.

“–––I-I didn’t expect anything like that!”

“Ohhh, so you were hoping for a deep kiss on the lips, huh, Sana?”

Wakana-san burst out laughing, her voice ringing with genuine mirth. Her teasing made my face flush hotly, and I walked beside her, unable to meet her gaze.