Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 28
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- Chapter 28 - Sana. Are you nervous?
Wakana-san is hoping for what lies ahead. A more delicate, more intense stimulation. Wakana-san is seeking it.
“Th-that’s…! I-it’s impossible…”
“Why?”
“Th-that’s just—”
Wakana-san wrapped her arm behind me. The hand that was placed gently on my head was, as expected, soft. As if surrendering to her, my face was drawn closer to Wakana-san’s lips.
“Sana. Are you nervous?”
Wakana-san’s whisper was a temptation in my ear. Reality was closing in. I felt my body tremble slightly.
“I’m fine. I’m not scared.”
It was sweet, and it felt like I might melt. I could no longer think of anything. I placed my hand on the buttons of Wakana-san’s shirt. With trembling fingers, I carefully unfastened them one by one. Wakana-san didn’t move at all. It felt as if I could go as far as I wanted with just my will.
“…Touch me?”
Eventually, all the buttons were undone. Wakana-san’s shirt slipped open with a soft sound, revealing the light blue underwear I had seen that day. The small dip of Wakana-san’s body, which had been hidden, was now visible. The place I had touched her behind the school building was very small and elongated. It was delicate, a girl’s.
I slowly extended my arm. Wakana-san didn’t even try to hide her flushed face. She watched as my hand approached her. Eventually, it brushed against her slightly indented area.
“Ahh—”
A sweet, soft voice. Wakana-san surrendered her body to pleasure. Before, it had been Wakana-san guiding my hand, placing it where it felt good. I was sure it was around here—
“Mmm… it feels good…!”
As expected, Wakana-san let out an even sweeter sound. When I pressed in just a little, she twisted her body, as if urging me on. I stroked that spot even more vigorously.
“Mmm, haah… Hey, Sana.”
“What?”
Wakana-san tilted her chin slightly down. Her gaze was directed at her chest, which was pushing against her shirt.
“…!”
It was okay to touch. She wanted me to touch her. Wakana-san’s eyes seemed to convey that. My body throbbed with an unprecedented temptation.
Should I touch Wakana-san? I didn’t know. But she was looking at me as if urging me on.
Unconsciously, I reached out my hand. Just a little more. Just a few centimeters away, I was about to—
“SHAAAAAA!!!”
“What!?”
A loud voice, like a cat fight. It suddenly pierced my ears. My arm, which had been reaching toward Wakana-san, withdrew without touching her, while Wakana-san struck a pose with both hands raised, as if to intimidate.
“Huh? W-wakana-san?”
“Ahahaha! Sana, you’re way too surprised!”
Not caring that her shirt was still open, Wakana-san laughed heartily. Seeing her like that, I was convinced. From the very beginning, Wakana-san had no intention of letting me have my way. She had tempted me right up to the edge, testing me.
“Were you that eager to touch?”
As if to flaunt it, Wakana-san lifted her chest from below. Even now, knowing it was a joke, it still stirred something within me.
“Ugh! I-it’s not like that… I was just a little curious about what kind of reaction you’d have.”
“Oh really? But I don’t think the little one has let you get that far yet.”
“W-were you imitating the little one…?”
Now that I think about it, she had said she couldn’t hold back after seeing the little one. Was that what she meant?
“That’s right! You imitated me when I was obsessed with the stuffed animal, didn’t you?”
I recalled the time Wakana-san had hugged me. The tanuki stuffed animal had also sunk into her embrace.
“—Huh!? I-it’s not like I was imitating the stuffed animal or anything!?”
“Is that so? I didn’t know that.”
“You definitely knew!”
I raised my voice naturally at Wakana-san’s exaggerated reaction. But she just laughed heartily, unfazed.
However, that laughter quickly turned into a voice tinged with confusion.
“—Ah.”
Almost simultaneously, I heard the sound of fabric rubbing together. This time, I truly looked at Wakana-san’s chest.
The unbuttoned shirt was merely draped over her. Yet, she had been moving and laughing so flamboyantly. It was only a matter of time before this happened.
“W-w-wait…!?”
The light blue underwear was exposed. The rounded, white skin, along with the dark shadow stretching between the two fruits. Everything belonged to Wakana-san.
“…You can make that kind of face too.”
“Is that all you have to say!? —N-no! Don’t look so much!”
She usually showed it off, but she resisted being seen unintentionally. I found myself unexpectedly feeling affection for this surprising side of Wakana-san. It was an unintentional slip.