Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 7

“We’ll take care of putting away the popcorn containers.”

As the movie ended, the others headed to the restroom, leaving Wakana-san and me alone in the theater.

“…I got a bit wet,” Wakana-san murmured, her voice soft and almost shy.

Her cheeks were still slightly flushed, even after the movie ended. The subtle shift in her demeanor caught me off guard. My thoughts immediately flashed back to the way she had held my hand earlier, the warmth of her touch lingering.

I was the first one to reach my limit, she had said before.

Limit? Wait… did she mean that kind of limit?!

“Wakana-san, are you saying that… because of me?” I asked hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her gaze dropped, and she fiddled with her hands nervously. The vulnerable expression on her face only deepened my confusion.

“There’s no one else it could be because of,” she replied with a soft chuckle, though her tone carried a hint of self-consciousness.

My heart raced. Did she really mean what I thought she did? My mind couldn’t help but conjure vivid images of her reactions earlier.

“W-Wait, wet? As in… how does it feel?” I asked before I could stop myself. My curiosity overpowered my embarrassment.

“Hmm… It’s like an uncontrollable feeling overflowing from within you,” she said, her voice tinged with subtle emotion. “It’s not something you can hold back.”

Overflowing emotions…? The way she described it sounded almost poetic, but it didn’t make it any less awkward.

“S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to ask something so weird,” I stammered, trying to defuse the tension.

“It’s fine. Sana, you didn’t feel anything like that?”

Her question felt probing, her eyes locking onto mine as if she already knew the answer. The intensity of her gaze made it impossible to look away.

“I-I didn’t! I mean, not from that movie! It wasn’t stimulating enough, you know?” I blurted out, trying to save face. Even though I had no idea what might truly evoke such feelings, I didn’t want Wakana-san to think less of me.

“Oh? So you need something more stimulating?” she teased, her lips curving into a playful smile. “We’ll have to try something more intense next time.”

Her words sent a jolt through me. She was already planning for the next time? I could barely handle this encounter, let alone something even more suggestive.

“N-No way! That’s not happening!” I protested, but my voice lacked conviction.

Wakana-san’s laughter rang out softly. It was both disarming and frustrating. How could she always have the upper hand?

“Anyway, let’s hurry and clean up. My hands are sweaty, and I want to wash them.”

“…Wait, hands?”

I froze, replaying her earlier words in my mind. The context I had assumed suddenly unraveled.

“Yeah, my hands got sweaty from holding the popcorn container for so long,” she explained casually.

“…Huh? Your hands?”

I stared at her blankly as the realization sank in. I had misinterpreted everything. My face burned with embarrassment, the heat spreading from my cheeks to the tips of my ears.

Wakana-san grinned knowingly, clearly enjoying my flustered state. It was as if she had planned this from the beginning.

“You were thinking of something else, weren’t you, Sana?” she teased, leaning in closer.

“N-No! I wasn’t! I totally knew you were talking about your hands!” I denied vehemently, though my voice betrayed my panic.

“Hmm, is that so?” she said, her tone dripping with mock skepticism. “Well, someday, you’ll understand what I mean when I say ‘wet.’”

She winked at me before turning away, leaving me utterly mortified. I couldn’t believe how easily she had toyed with me. Even after we rejoined the others, I couldn’t shake the lingering embarrassment.

Why does she always have to mess with me like this?!