Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 26

“I’m sorry for asking you to help me.”

“That’s fine, but… do you get asked to do this kind of thing a lot?”

Wakana isn’t a member of the student council. Still, ever since I first met her, I’ve gotten the impression that she often helps others.

“Well, yeah. It’s just my image at school.”

　It’s a different kind of trouble from mine. It’s the kind of trouble that comes with being a pure, model student like Wakana. Today, she’s been stuck with organizing the supplies in the equipment room.

“Let’s just finish this quickly and go home.”

It’s a simple task of sticking labels with numbers on them. It shouldn’t take too long with two people.

“Do you want to go home together quickly?”

“No.”

　Even though I denied it immediately, Wakana smiled slightly and went back to sticking the stickers.

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“We’re done!”

There were a lot of things that were difficult to move and stick, like vaulting boxes and large mats, but the work went smoothly.

“Thank you, Sana.”

“Hmm. Well, let’s go home…”

“Wait.”

Wakana grabbed my arm as I tried to open the door. Was there something else? My legs were tired from crouching for so long, and I wanted to go home quickly.

“…You must be tired, right? I want to thank you.”

　As she said those words, Wakana’s eyes held a faint warmth. I couldn’t refuse. Following her lead, I was seated on the vaulting horse.

“Wakana-san. What do you mean by ‘thank you’?”

“…The only thing I can do is use this body.”

Wakana’s body. The soft skin I had touched several times. What was she going to do? A mix of anxiety and curiosity kept me frozen in place.

“…Open your legs?”

“Eh…?”

Wakana didn’t repeat herself. She just waited for me to open my legs in front of her. Sitting on the vaulting horse, Wakana could look up at me from below. If I opened my legs, she would see that too.

　But. Wakana just silently watches me. It’s no good. I know that. Yet, drawn by her eyes, I slowly spread my legs.

“Thank you. Then… shall I do it?”

A sweet, soft whisper. If someone saw this, we’d both be finished. That thrill confuses me. I can’t push away Wakana’s approaching hand.

“––––!”

Wakana’s slightly cold fingers gently touch my thighs. Immediately, Wakana presses her fingers with a little force. It’s so small that I wouldn’t notice it if I wasn’t conscious of it. But my skin is definitely sinking.

Wakana presses her fingers into me repeatedly. Eventually, it continues toward the fleshy part.

“Mmm…”

“…Does it feel good?”

It feels good. It feels really good. Wakana’s touch is precise. The sensation of melting and flowing into me. The pleasure of the accumulated fatigue fading away.

Wakana strokes my thigh with her fingers. That warmth leads me to even greater pleasure.

“Mmm…”

　Satisfied by the sound escaping my lips, Wakana continues to stroke that spot insistently. Occasionally applying more pressure, she softens me further.

“Does this feel good?”

Wakana knows everything. She knows exactly where I feel good.

“How about here?”

“––––Hmm!”

　I let out a particularly loud moan. I looked at Wakana with vacant eyes. Her wrist was slightly hidden by the hem of my skirt. It was clear that she had put her hand inside me.

Using maple leaves, Wakana had done something similar before. But the clear difference this time was that Wakana was definitely targeting my sensitive spots.

　Wakana’s fingers kept going deeper inside me. The sound of my skirt rustling and my gasping breaths echoed in the two-person utility room.

“Hey, hey. That’s enough, right? It’s just a massage, right? I felt good enough already.”

My legs were already pretty relaxed. There was no need for Wakana to keep moving her hands.

　But Wakana doesn’t stop her hands. My skin, which had been sinking into Wakana’s fingers, is now being enveloped by Wakana. I felt her fingertips go a little deeper. Wakana continues to stroke my thighs with the palm of her hand.

“––––! Ah…! Ah, ah…!”

　I couldn’t help but twist my body. Still, Wakana didn’t pull her hand out of me.

Is this not a massage? I was the only one who thought so. Could Wakana have meant it that way when she said “thank you”?

“Hey, hey. Hey, stop it. Not here, not like this––––”

I hurriedly stopped Wakana. Our eyes met. The Wakana I saw in my field of vision had relaxed her cheeks slightly.

“…Huh?”

“Then, shall we stop now? The massage.”

“It was a massage…?”

“Sana said so too. I thought I had tired you out.”

Wakana stood up smoothly. Her hand was already off me.

“…Ah.”

“…I’ve only done one leg. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

Wakana’s eyes looked down at me, testing me. That pleasure. That pleasure that made me writhe. If I could experience it again. Just a little longer. I wanted Wakana to touch me just a little longer.

“…Then, please do the other one too.”

“Okay. …Sana, you’re so naughty.”

　She crouched down slightly. The insulting words whispered in my ear. Yet I was so engrossed that I didn’t even notice them.

“––––Ah! Ah, uh, ah… ah––––”

The moans wouldn’t stop. I twisted my body repeatedly. When it was all over, my body was filled with heat.