Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 34

“Hey!”

“––––!?!? Cold!?”

Suddenly, a chilling sensation struck the nape of my neck. It felt like a sharp jab, a wake-up call.

“W-What are you doing!?”

When I turned around, Wakana-san was laughing joyfully, her mouth wide open in a grin.

“Ahaha. You don’t have to be that surprised.”

That surprised? Does she think I’m overreacting? Anyone would jump if they were suddenly touched on the neck with bare hands in this approaching winter chill.

“Could it be that Sana… is quite sensitive?”

Yet, Wakana-san smirked, raising the corners of her mouth. She looked down at me with a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Wha—!? What makes you say that…?!”

“Eh? Well, because—”

Suddenly, Wakana-san vanished from my sight. I realized she had crouched down just after.

“Hyah!?”

“Ahahaha. Just as I thought.”

A cold sensation lingered on my thigh. I understood that it was Wakana-san’s slender fingers that had poked me.

“~~~~~!!”

I was completely being toyed with. Wakana-san had tears of laughter in her eyes, her mouth wide open. It was infuriating.

“…You say that, but aren’t you sensitive too, Wakana-san?”

“Hmm. Is that so?”

“It is.”

Even when she used the massager, she let out those sounds and squirmed so much. There’s no doubt about it.

“Then, shall we test it?”

With a confident smile, Wakana-san gazed at me as if to challenge me. I wanted to strip that confidence away immediately. I nodded slightly.

“Okay… here goes.”

Wakana-san shifted her hair away from her nape just a little, exposing her skin for me to touch.

“…Ready?”

“Mm… come on?”

I slowly let my cold fingertips brush against Wakana-san’s nape. However, there was no reaction from her. Her expression remained unchanged, just like before I touched her.

“See?”

“…You’re not holding back, right?”

“I’m not!”

Is that really true? Wakana-san’s cheeks softened just a bit. It felt suspicious. At this rate, it seemed like I was the one losing.

“Ah, but there might be other sensitive spots.”

“Eh, where?”

I bit onto Wakana-san’s words. If I could find her weak spot, maybe I could turn the tables.

However, that sweet thought was easily shattered.

Wakana-san lowered her gaze slightly and placed her fingers on the two curves pushing against her blazer.

“––––Here.”

“……..Huh?”

She pressed her fingertips against the center of the curves, letting out a white breath while sensually moistening her lips.

“If you touch here, I might just react.”

“W-Wha—!?”

“Like, if you flick it with your fingers or pinch it lightly.”

With each mention, Wakana-san’s body quivered slightly. It trembled, and the slightly protruding area gradually hardened and swelled.

“I might not be able to hold back from the electric-like sensation coursing through my body. I might jump. …If that happens, would that mean I’m more sensitive than you were just now, Sana?”

“……!!”

Wakana-san was being unfair. She said such things to tempt me, but that was the only chance I had left to win. Yet, it was a very difficult thing to do.

“––––Hey, Sana… let’s try it.”

A small, sweet whisper. Wakana-san pressed her body against mine, moving her glossy lips.

“This isn’t something lewd. After all… it’s just a test.”

“A test, just…”

I repeated Wakana-san’s words with vacant eyes. I was being toyed with by her. Even today, I was the only one feeling sensitive. Wakana-san always had the upper hand.

So, I thought I needed to test it. To touch her there. To pinch and flick. To see her feeling it. To make her realize that she was just like me.

“That’s right… look.”

Wakana-san slowly pulled out the shirt tucked inside her skirt. With the sound of fabric rubbing together, the hem of her white shirt became visible.

Was she serious about this? Or did she think I wouldn’t dare? From her sensually flushed expression, I couldn’t tell anything yet.

“…Aren’t you going to touch it?”

I swallowed hard. Slowly, I extended my hand toward Wakana-san’s body.

“Just kidding. I wouldn’t actually do that—wait, huh? S-Sana?”

I was no longer timid. I would never stop my hand. Today, I would get back at Wakana-san.

My fingers brushed against the hem of Wakana-san’s shirt. I slipped my fingers inside as if to roll it up.

“––––! Sana, what are you doing…?!”

Wakana-san’s arm touched me, trying to stop me from going further. But with a stronger force, I pushed my slightly heated fingertips onward.

“––––Nn…! Sana, Sana…!”

Soft, warm skin of Wakana-san. Just a light touch made it sink. When I caressed it, it trembled, a sensitive spot.

“Sana…! Th-That place… stop… Nn! Sana… Sana, please… ahh…!”

Wakana-san repeatedly called my name. Yet, I continued to caress her skin as if to vent my frustrations. For a while, her sweet voice echoed, and knowing the result, I pulled my fingers away from Wakana-san.

“…I knew it.”

“––––Nn, haah, haah… wh-what do you mean…?”

Wakana-san looked at me with heavy breaths, her vacant eyes staring back. She seemed completely out of it. That was the expression I had been longing to see from her.

“I knew it, Wakana-san, you’re sensitive too.”

“Eh…?”

“Your stomach. It’s weak, isn’t it?”

I leaned in, filled with teasing intent, peering into Wakana-san’s flushed face.

I had touched her stomach a few times, and each time, she let out sweet sounds in response. That spot was definitely Wakana-san’s sensitive area.

At first, Wakana-san looked bewildered, but gradually she began to grasp the situation. Her face, which should have already been heated, turned a shade of red that looked like it might ignite.

“W-How did you know—”

“What?”

“…It’s nothing!”

Wakana-san’s flustered demeanor. Being able to witness that made me incredibly satisfied.