Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 30

Night. As I was reading the manga I borrowed from Wakana-san in bed, my smartphone vibrated.

“… ? Ah, it’s Wakana-san…”

I recognized the small orange mouse icon from a famous anime. Wakana-san occasionally contacted me, but most of the time it was to tease me. Surely, this time would be no different—.

“What do you think this is?”

A series of photos followed.

“—!?”

On the screen, skin as white and glossy as porcelain was unabashedly exposed. Two rounded, large shapes were zoomed in on. In the center, a long, slender shadow was cast. The edge of the screen cut off what lay beyond, but it was likely that there was no fabric to cover Wakana-san.

“D-don’t send me something like this…!”

Though the most crucial parts were thankfully obscured, it was still an image provocative enough. To release something like this into the digital world—was Wakana-san out of her mind?

“Don’t show me something like this.”

As soon as I sent that, a reply came almost instantly.

“Really? I just got out of the bath, so it’s not dirty.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Ah… Is it because Sana is doing it alone at night?”

“Wha!?”

I couldn’t help but voice my surprise. Seeing Wakana-san in such a state, the thought of me doing it alone… What was she even saying? To think that I could be satisfied with just one unclear image, zoomed in too much to even tell what was shown—.

“!?”

A new image arrived on my smartphone. This one was zoomed out more than the last, and Wakana-san’s skin was captured even more clearly.

As if to confirm my resolve, Wakana-san continued sending images. The further I scrolled down, the more of her body was revealed.

Gradually, Wakana-san’s skin became exposed. Its glossy sheen truly suggested she had just come from the bath. The gentle curves were unmistakably her body.

“Why not just be honest? If you do, I’ll show you the last picture too.”

“!?”

I could almost envision Wakana-san’s seductive smile directed at me. I didn’t want to be at her beck and call.

Yet, my body felt strange. It was restless, as if it didn’t want to relax. I was overtaken by a peculiar sensation.

“… Did you start wanting to?”

“N-no way—”

There’s no way that’s true. It’s just a matter of sending a message. But my fingers felt glued to the smartphone, refusing to move.

“Come on. Try moving your hand slowly?”

Enticed by those words, I slowly pulled my finger away from the phone.

“And then, bring it down to your body.”

I had to stop. I had to stop here. Yet, my body wouldn’t listen. Little by little, my arm stretched downwards. Past my chest. Over my stomach. Eventually, it came to rest around my waist.

“Finally, lightly stroke the place you think feels the best.”

Ah, I can’t take it anymore. I was at Wakana-san’s mercy. After seeing such intense images, I couldn’t hold back. I surrendered myself to pleasure.

I slowly touched there. Feeling the warm air and a hint of humidity. My body jolted slightly. And just like that, I—.

“Also, here’s the last one.”

I directed my gaze to the vibrating smartphone. There was Wakana-san’s message, followed by the one image she referred to as “the last.”

Surely, seeing this image would set my body ablaze. There would be no more hesitation. I would simply move forward.

“… Huh?”

But it wasn’t what I had hoped for. It was a full-body selfie of Wakana-san. While she wore a camisole, she was properly covered in fabric. She posed with her left elbow bent dramatically. There was no naked form of Wakana-san to be found.

“What does this mean…?”

Wakana-san wasn’t naked. Then what on earth were the images she had sent earlier depicting?

“No way…!”

Was it her elbow? The elbow she had meaningfully emphasized by bending it? Had she just taken a close-up of that? A prank so juvenile it felt like something a child would come up with. I must be foolish for falling for it.

“By the way, I just put on the camisole.”

“!?”

Just put it on. That meant Wakana-san had been completely bare until just now. Then, this photo must mean…?

“… Did it feel good?”

“I-I haven’t done anything yet!”

I sent back the words I had just spoken to Wakana-san. In the end, whose glossy skin was this? It was undoubtedly Wakana-san’s body. Was it her elbow, or was it—?

In a state of confusion, I found myself unable to move forward any further.