Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 9

“Sana, do you have a favorite manga?”

Manga… I read whatever’s trending to keep up with conversations, but if someone asks about my favorite, I’m at a loss.

I glanced at Wakana-san walking beside me. I gave it some thought, but no clear answer came to mind.

“I like more mature ones, surprisingly,” Wakana-san said casually.

“Really? Is that to maintain your ‘innocent’ image?”

I read manga to shape my persona too. Cute heroines offer plenty of inspiration.

“Nope. It feels like doing something forbidden, and that thrill gets addictive.”

“Forbidden? What kind of manga are you reading?”

“Well…”

Wakana-san leaned close, her lips brushing against my ear as she began to elaborate. Her soft voice mingled with a faint breath, sending a shiver through me.

“It’s about—when someone goes inside and—”

“W-What?!”

“And then, this thing with a big mouth comes along and everything gets covered in fluids—”

“Y-You’re reading that kind of stuff?!”

It was far beyond what I imagined. I’ve never read anything like that, nor have I heard my classmates discussing it. Then again, maybe they just avoided such topics in public.

“How does that make you feel while reading it…?”

“At first, it’s kind of gross in some parts,” she admitted, lightly pressing a finger to her lips, “but it looks like it feels really good.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, perhaps recalling the scenes. This wasn’t the Wakana-san I knew from class. This was a glimpse into a world I hadn’t even thought of.

“You’re so mature, Wakana-san…”

“Am I? Sure, the content might be mature, but I’m just a kid. Sometimes, I even want to try acting out the scenes.”

“T-Trying them out?!”

I could understand being curious, but this was a whole other level. Could she really mean it?

“But to do that, you need a partner,” she said, her eyes suddenly sharpening as they locked onto mine.

The sweet fragrance she carried seemed to wrap around me as she leaned closer, pressing her warmth against me. Her soft form and faintly heated breath brushed against my senses.

“Hey, Sana… Will you be my partner?”

The gaze that usually looked down on me now stared up, filled with a dangerous allure. Her expression was dreamy yet dangerously sweet.

“Wait… which role would I be?”

It was an important question. In her story, there were the actor and the acted upon. Which was I supposed to be? I’d never done or experienced anything like this. Could I even meet her expectations?

Perhaps sensing my unease, Wakana-san exhaled softly and whispered into my ear, her lips moving ever so slightly.

“You’ll be the one acting.”

“W-WHAT?!”

She wanted me to take the lead? I had always imagined I’d be on the receiving end. But Wakana-san wanted me to make her feel good instead.

“B-But… my mouth isn’t that big…”

“It’s fine. I just want you to do it.”

Her tone was laced with need, her gaze almost pleading yet tinged with bashfulness.

“…Would that be okay?”

Wakana-san’s composed, innocent facade at school hid a side of her she couldn’t share with her classmates. Seeing her drop her guard and ask me so earnestly swept away any hesitation I had.

“…Just a little, then.”

“Really?! Yes! Let’s do this!”

“Wait, wait! I’m not ready—!”

Ignoring my protests, Wakana-san pounced with eager enthusiasm. I barely managed to keep up, and by the end, we were both drenched in sweat.

Maybe borrowing manga from Wakana-san wouldn’t be so bad after all. Sure, giants eating people sounded terrifying, but it could also be surprisingly thrilling.