Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 20

“So… you got carried away and ended up falling, huh?”

The tone was both mocking and exasperated. Sitting on the infirmary bed, I listened in silence to Wakana-san’s sarcastic remark.

During today’s PE class, I tripped and got hurt. After arriving at the infirmary, I found the nurse absent. While I waited, Wakana-san inexplicably showed up.

“Or maybe… you hurt yourself on purpose just so I’d take care of you?”

“––Wha!? Absolutely not! …I mean, that’s totally a misunderstanding!”

This was school. Realizing my outburst, I quickly adjusted my tone. It was awkward, but at least no one overheard.

“Hmmm? Well, whatever.”

Smirking mischievously, Wakana-san pulled out antiseptic and gauze from the cabinet.

“Wait, are you actually going to help me?”

“Of course. Can’t risk getting an infection.”

Switching to her usual composed demeanor, Wakana-san dabbed antiseptic onto the gauze and pressed it gently against my scraped knee.

“––Ouch!”

“Does it hurt?”

“Just a little? But it’s totally fine, really.”

Despite my words, she started rubbing the gauze lightly against the wound.

“Eek!?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I-I’m fine! You’re not doing this on purpose, are you?”

Her innocent smile offered no answer, but I knew she was enjoying this. Absolutely.

“All done.”

“Phew… Thank you, Wakana-san!”

With a small bandage applied to my knee, I was finally free from this ordeal. Smiling, I thanked her before standing up to leave the infirmary.

“Wait.”

“…Wakana-san? What is it?”

Her expression suddenly turned serious as she stared at me. She looked tense, as if battling some inner conflict.

“Wakana-san…?”

Without a word, she grabbed my arm. I tried to meet her gaze, but she wouldn’t respond. Instead, she pulled me forcefully toward her.

“Whoa—”

Before I knew it, I was pushed back onto the infirmary bed. Wakana-san straddled me, her figure looming above as her sweet fragrance teased my senses.

“Um, Wakana-san? Wh-what are you—”

“Sorry, Sana.”

Her voice cut me off. Why was she apologizing? I waited for her to continue.

“…I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

Her cheeks flushed red as she exhaled shakily. Her half-lidded eyes, filled with longing, locked onto mine.

“Hold back… what?”

In response, she placed her cool fingers on my cheek, pressing lightly as if testing its softness. Her touch was gentle, yet deliberate, as she traced her fingertips across my skin.

“Being alone with you at school like this… It’s not the first time, is it?”

“Y-Yeah… you mean when I fainted, right?”

That incident was still fresh in my memory. After I collapsed, Wakana-san carried me to the infirmary. She had placed me on her lap, but I nearly gave in to temptation and let my fingers wander up her skirt.

“Don’t tell me…?”

Given the current situation, her intentions seemed clear.

Wakana-san, still staring at me with those hazy eyes, gave a small nod.

“––! H-Here at school? No way… Stop it!”

We were at school. Who knew who might walk in at any moment? Yet Wakana-san seemed intent on taking things further. The allure of her thighs peeking out from beneath her skirt, the curve of her chest under her blazer—all of it tempted me relentlessly.

She moved slightly, and the rustle of fabric filled the air. Her body pressed closer to mine.

“––Mmm.”

Wakana-san arched her back slightly, letting out a soft sigh as she shifted atop me. Her skirt brushed against me, each movement deliberate. Unable to resist, I could only endure her whims.

But just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. It couldn’t have lasted more than ten seconds.

“––There!”

Her voice snapped me out of my trance. When I looked up, her eyes had regained their usual sharp clarity. The provocative atmosphere had completely vanished.

“…Huh?”

Confused, I blinked at her. She sat beside me, an amused smile on her face.

“Sana, you look like you’re still unsatisfied.”

“I-I am not! No, wait… What were you even doing just now?”

“Fixing my skirt, obviously.”

Her tone was casual, as though the answer should’ve been obvious. Slowly, her words sank in. She’d played me—again.

“Or… were you hoping I wouldn’t stop?”

“––! Th-There’s no way I would!”

“Got it. But my skirt still feels a little off. Maybe I should adjust it more?”

Looking down as if inspecting her skirt, Wakana-san leaned in slightly. Her movement caused her body to graze against mine, triggering memories of what had just transpired.

“…Wh-What are you doing?”

“Just wondering… maybe you’re the one who couldn’t hold back, Sana?”

Her playful smirk and teasing tone left me speechless. She always had a way of throwing me off balance, keeping me on edge. To avoid meeting her gaze, I quickly turned my head to the side.