Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 21

“Today, I got asked for love advice.”

Wakana spoke with a hint of hesitation in her voice.

For someone like her, it seemed like the kind of thing that would happen often. Even I get asked sometimes, so it didn’t seem unusual at all.

“Are you struggling with it?”

“Not struggling exactly… but I don’t like guys, so I don’t really understand them.”

Because of that, she said she couldn’t give a helpful response. Unlike me, Wakana doesn’t seem to find friendships all that troublesome. If someone relies on her, she probably wants to do her best for them.

“What kind of advice was it?”

“Apparently, this girl likes a guy named Sasatani. She feels like they’re from different worlds, so she can’t confess her feelings. But lately, her emotions are overflowing, and she doesn’t know what to do.”

“Oh, I see…”

Wakana didn’t seem familiar with the name, but Sasatani was a guy I often heard mentioned. He’s said to be the most popular boy in school among the girls.

Listening to Wakana’s story reminded me of Koga-san. She has a gloomy side to her and seems to be caught up in her unrequited love.

“In the end, it’s about what the person wants to do, isn’t it?”

It might be cliché, but that’s what I think. If her feelings are overwhelming, she could let herself be swept up by them. If she doesn’t want to confess, it’s fine to keep them to herself. The most someone else can do is support whatever decision she makes.

“…Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Wakana murmured, her expression clouded. It wasn’t like her usual self.

“…Or maybe you should try imagining yourself in Sasatani’s shoes?”

“Sasatani’s?”

I nodded. Wakana seemed like she needed to figure something out on her own. If imagining things from Sasatani’s perspective helped her find answers, it might be a good approach.

“Imagine how Sasatani might feel… what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a confession… like if it were you, and I was Sasatani.”

“Yeah, like that—wait, what?”

Wakana started to think. I figured she’d eventually come to some kind of answer if I nudged her a little. But then she turned her gaze toward me, as if trying to draw the answer out of me instead.

“Sana, how did you feel when I confessed to you?”

“Wha—me!? Confessed!?”

I remember it vividly. There was no way I could forget. It was the first time I met Wakana, and in the student council room, she confessed her feelings.

“Because I like you, Sana.”

Back then, Wakana had seductively leaned toward me and pulled me into her arms.

“~~~~!”

“Do you remember?”

“W-well, yeah… but I didn’t really feel anything specific…”

It would have been easy to dodge the question. But doing so wouldn’t solve anything. Leaving Wakana in this uncertain state was unsettling.

“Well… I guess I didn’t hate it. I was really surprised, though.”

“…Really?”

Her small voice carried a hint of insecurity. Wakana looked at me with puppy-like eyes, vulnerable and searching.

“…Really. I’m not lying.”

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be saying something this embarrassing. I turned my gaze away from her, trying to hide the heat rising to my cheeks.

“Then, Sana, what would make you happy?”

Would this even relate to her love advice? It didn’t seem like it, but I couldn’t completely rule it out either. I decided to think about it.

What would make me happy if Wakana did it? Wakana is stunningly beautiful. She has a nice figure, especially her soft thighs. Something like resting my head on her lap—

“––Ah!”

Before my thoughts could wander any further, Wakana leaned in closer.

“Something like this… would it make you happy?”

She pressed herself against my arm, her chest brushing lightly against me. Through the stiffness of her blazer and the softness beyond her shirt, I could feel her warmth. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stir something inside me.

My arm, caught in this push and pull, became a plaything. Wakana repeatedly pressed herself against me, teasing and tormenting me without going further.

“––Ah… right there… that’s nice…”

I didn’t know what Wakana was feeling. I could barely process the sensations she gave me, but Wakana seemed to be enjoying herself. As she continued to press against me, I began to wonder—what would happen if I gave in? What would Wakana do if I reached out to her on my own?

Slowly, I raised my free hand toward Wakana, hesitating but steadily moving closer to her. Her shallow breaths filled the air, drawing me in.

“How about now?”

“Huh?”

My hand froze in midair. Wakana’s playful smile widened.

“Did you enjoy when I pressed against you?”

“––Wha–! O-of course not! Do you even realize what you’re saying!?”

Wakana definitely didn’t get it. She was still smiling mischievously, clearly having fun at my expense. Finally, she pulled back a little, leaving just enough space between us.

“I see. Then I guess I’ll stop.”

“Wait, what do you mean—! And seriously, this has nothing to do with your love advice, does it!?”

“How did it take you this long to figure that out? Oh, or maybe––”

Wakana leaned in again. This time, she didn’t press her chest against me. Instead, the faint scent of her perfume wafted over me.

“––Maybe you were just pretending not to notice?”

Her whisper brushed against my ear. My mind blanked. Once again, Wakana had her way, leaving me completely at her mercy.