Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 23

“Uh, excuse me…”

I stepped through the door, my nerves showing just a little.

“My parents aren’t home, so don’t worry about it.”

Wakana casually slipped off her loafers at the entrance, neatly placing them side by side before heading up to the second floor as though she owned the place. I hurried to follow her.

Wakana’s house was a little farther from mine—a pretty typical, single-family home. I hadn’t expected our “date” to be at her place, but at least it wasn’t some overwhelmingly luxurious mansion. That much was a relief.

“I’ll grab some drinks. This is my room, so make yourself at home.”

Wakana left those words behind as she disappeared downstairs, leaving me alone in her small room.

Her room was simpler than I’d imagined—no cute stuffed animals, no flashy decorations. Just a small desk with some makeup and textbooks on it. Still, the faintly sweet scent lingering in the air made it undeniably her space.

“…?”

As I glanced around, something lying on the floor caught my eye. Despite how tidy the room was otherwise, this one object had been carelessly left out. It was a curious, pink, stick-like thing—a color and shape that didn’t match the rest of the room.

Hesitating, I reached for it.

“––Is this…?”

It was unexpectedly solid and heavier than it looked. A quick press of the button on it made the tip begin to vibrate quietly.

Oh no. Could this be… that?

From bits and pieces I’d picked up, I instinctively realized what it was.

“Hey, Sana—want cola, tea, or orange juice?”

Wakana’s voice echoed from downstairs, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“––T-tea is fine!”

I forced myself to answer, trying to suppress my rising panic. My voice trembled slightly—had she noticed? Anxiety bubbled up as I hurriedly turned my gaze back to the object in my hands.

It vibrated softly, an unassuming pink stick in my grasp.

Wakana… had she used this before? In this sweetly scented room of hers, all alone? After school, maybe she’d come home, take off just her blazer, and give in to temptation. Grabbing this from the floor, she might lie back, spreading her legs slowly… pressing this vibrating wand to herself––

“Sana, could you open the door for me? My hands are full.”

“––Y-yeah! Coming!”

I hastily returned the item to its place on the floor and stood up like a spring.

Wakana handed me a drink as she stepped in, sitting casually on the edge of her bed.

“Come on, sit here with me.”

She patted the spot next to her.

Obediently, I sat down, feeling strangely out of place. Even though we’d spent more time together lately, sitting so close to her like this felt unfamiliar.

“This feels kind of weird, huh?”

Wakana was the first to speak, her tone slow, almost thoughtful.

“Having you here in my room, it makes me really happy.”

She smiled softly at me, her expression filled with unguarded honesty.

Her pure feelings—her unfiltered sincerity—shone so clearly in her gaze.

And yet, I still hadn’t responded to those feelings. Not since that day. I hadn’t given her an answer. Would I ever?

“––Are you curious about it?”

Her sweet, teasing whisper brushed against my ear. Wakana had leaned in, her lips almost grazing me.

“––W-what are you talking about?”

“That. You’ve been glancing at it this whole time.”

Her eyes flicked meaningfully toward the floor. There, the pink object still lay in its unusual place.

“You’ve never used one before, have you?”

Her sultry voice sent a chill down my spine. Her alluring eyes seemed to pull me in, stealing away my rational thoughts.

I gave the faintest nod.

“Wanna try it?”

“B-but…”

Wouldn’t it hurt, the first time? Honestly, I was scared. And from the way she talked, it sounded like Wakana had used it before.

Had she felt good using it? Right here in this room, pressing it to herself, moaning softly, writhing in pleasure…

“Are you scared?”

I nodded again, barely moving.

“Then… want to watch me use it first?”

“––!”

Her words, her breath—they seeped into me, melting away my defenses.

Wakana, using that… the way she always did when she was alone. Right here, in front of me.

The thought made my head spin, heat flooding through me as though I were on fire.