Chapter 39: Side Story 3

Qiu Shuxue was clearly being disobedient. Whenever Luo Qingmeng tried to pull away even a little, Qiu Shuxue lifted her head and leaned forward, pressing against her. Her voice choked with emotion, laced with a sour edge. “Don’t you want me anymore?”

She looked utterly aggrieved, as if Luo Qingmeng had truly abandoned her. Luo Qingmeng pressed down on her shoulders. Qiu Shuxue bit her lip hard, but Luo Qingmeng curled her finger and flicked her on the lips. “Don’t mess around.”

She clarified more sternly, “I never said I don’t want you. You can’t keep throwing that at me.”

In truth, Luo Qingmeng had no idea how to discipline Qiu Shuxue. Even when Qiu Shuxue made her angry, she would just ignore her, snap a couple of harsh words, and let off steam.

But all education seemed to involve not just rewards, but also punishment.

From childhood, the lessons Luo Qingmeng had absorbed were that the older sister was always in charge and had to yield to the younger ones—whether siblings or not. No matter what they did, as the big sister, she had to coax them. If they cried, she was the one in the wrong.

Qiu Shuxue was somewhat obedient because she didn’t cry and knew the limits of her unreasonable antics. So even when Qiu Shuxue made outrageous demands, Luo Qingmeng would weigh them—if she could manage it, she’d agree. And she was good at rewarding people too.

Now, she suddenly wanted to discipline Qiu Shuxue, but she didn’t know how. Her mind raced, grabbing at whatever came to it. There was still a tie on the sofa—the tie and suit had all been bought by Qiu Shuxue, who loved getting matching couples’ sets.

Luo Qingmeng directly blindfolded Qiu Shuxue’s eyes with it.

Qiu Shuxue let out another muffled hum, not resisting. She seemed to particularly enjoy being treated this way. Her breath teased Luo Qingmeng, warm and tingling.

Luo Qingmeng quickly tied the knot. Qiu Shuxue said, “Sis… you could be a little stricter.”

Luo Qingmeng inwardly cursed her as a little pervert, then grabbed something nearby and stuffed it into her mouth to stop her nonsense. Qiu Shuxue hummed again and tried to spit it out in rejection. Luo Qingmeng said, “If you spit it out, we’re sleeping in separate beds tonight.”

Then, she felt it still wasn’t enough. Her tone grew stricter as she said, “For a whole week… no camping either.”

“I mean what I say. No amount of coquetry will work.”

She held a managerial position, after all. Even when gentle, her stern side carried a chill. Qiu Shuxue drew in a sharp breath, her throat emitting a muffled sound.

This time, it truly hit home. Luo Qingmeng knew her too well—how could Qiu Shuxue endure not cuddling with her during camping?

Qiu Shuxue mumbled indistinctly, “Mmm… it’s in my mouth.”

Her expression was puzzled too. She was terribly curious about what exactly she was biting.

She wanted to know so badly that she kept craning her neck, the skin on her throat tightening.

The blue lanyard teased her neck.

She took a deep breath. It itched so much.

It was like a cat toy, but they didn’t have a cat.

Luo Qingmeng watched her visibly, feeling strangely compelled to kiss her intensely.

She slid off Qiu Shuxue’s lap and looked at her fair face. She reached out with her fingers and pinched her cheek—not too hard. Qiu Shuxue’s skin felt quite warm.

“Be good.”

After Luo Qingmeng said that, she felt a swell of confidence inside, like she was actually getting the hang of disciplining someone.

She went back to check the oven, wondering why her cookies had turned out so hard.

After baking for a bit, she kept wanting to glance at Qiu Shuxue.

Qiu Shuxue was unusually well-behaved today—like herself, yet not. She was so obedient… as if savoring the treatment.

What she had in her mouth was… Luo Qingmeng’s work badge. It read “Library Manager—Luo Qingmeng.” In the photo, Luo Qingmeng wore a suit, her face stern and unsmiling, very serious.

Even soaked in her saliva, the expression remained the same.

Qiu Shuxue’s lips glistened with moisture. Luo Qingmeng’s heart softened, and she didn’t dare look anymore.

How strange. She’d never seen herself as some elite, but with Qiu Shuxue biting her work badge like that—the blue lanyard dangling down—she had the illusion of being a high-powered white-collar worker, someone formidable making her secretary/subordinate submit.

What kind of game was she playing…

It was really, really strange.

Luo Qingmeng wasn’t naturally gay, and her straight side had been a bit rigid. Qiu Shuxue had taught her many things before she learned them.

Sometimes, when Qiu Shuxue behaved well, Luo Qingmeng would reward her good baby with sweeter treats. She’d search online, following manga for ideas. The moves and poses she made could drive Qiu Shuxue wild…

Of course, Qiu Shuxue never told her just how good it felt to have a girlfriend who half-understood these things yet diligently learned from web images and novel scenes every day. Once sated, Qiu Shuxue would modestly say others did it too, then encourage Luo Qingmeng to keep learning…

Sometimes Luo Qingmeng couldn’t handle it herself and would marvel at how well girls into this stuff had it. Girls with girls were easier to connect with, after all…

Qiu Shuxue’s hands were bound behind her back. She didn’t move a muscle, her chin slightly raised.

Luo Qingmeng finished looking her over and went back to staring at the little dessert. She checked her phone’s dessert guide again. A thought struck her, and she searched for “how to punish a naughty 25-year-old baby.”

The images that came up were quite stimulating: the baby wearing a backless outfit, scrubbing the floor, and if disobedient, getting her back whipped red with a little crop.

“?”

Luo Qingmeng’s mind wasn’t that open, and her imagination wasn’t either. Back in school, she’d been all about diligent study and rote memorization—whatever the teacher said, she’d note it down. Whatever formula they taught, she’d apply it rigidly. But this “punishment” felt off to her…

It reeked of impropriety. How could anyone do that? Hitting hurt, like some pervert. She definitely wouldn’t.

She scrolled seriously to the comments below.

“You have to discipline kids early—first tire their muscles and bones, then starve their bodies. If they’re disobedient, give them a good spanking.”

Luo Qingmeng really just wanted to bake her cookies properly, but she couldn’t resist wondering what was so weird about it… She tiptoed closer and stared at Qiu Shuxue. The transparent acrylic work badge was soaked…

She really wanted to wipe it for her.

Qiu Shuxue seemed to sense it. She wanted to speak but feared dropping the badge from her mouth. In the end, she let out a heavy breath.

Such a naughty mommy.

The oven dinged, startling Luo Qingmeng.

Qiu Shuxue let out a little “mmph.”

Luo Qingmeng snapped back to attention. She checked the tutorial again—it said to wait after baking, not to rush taking them out. She waited five minutes until the heat subsided, then pulled out the cookies. She popped one in her mouth. The milky fragrance burst forth, melting on her tongue—neither dry nor hard. The taste was exceptional.

The tutorial had been right, after all.

Should she make Qiu Shuxue scrub the floor?

But if Qiu Shuxue scrubbed, she’d need a change of clothes and her hands freed.

Qiu Shuxue eagerly awaited her approach and let out another “mm” to remind Luo Qingmeng. Luo Qingmeng set down the cookie and brushed her teeth first. Then she proceeded with her own method of disciplining Qiu Shuxue.

She returned, removed the work badge, and set it on the coffee table. While Qiu Shuxue caught her breath, Luo Qingmeng pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her first. “Will you… be good from now on?”

Qiu Shuxue caught the minty scent and smiled. Her expression was incorrigible, smugly saying “that’s it?” without words. Luo Qingmeng pushed her down, pinning her hands to the pillow.

She kept threatening, “Will you be good?”

Qiu Shuxue’s breathing quickened. Luo Qingmeng noticed and directly captured her lips in a kiss. She realized she loved kissing Qiu Shuxue too—she’d been staring earlier…

Maybe she just liked good babies.

She kissed the tie on her wrists, the tie over her eyes, kept kissing and asking if she’d be good.

Qiu Shuxue’s whole body wanted to rebel, but Luo Qingmeng gripped her wrists and pressed down, her tone stern and icy. “You have to be good!”

“I like good kids.”

And then…

Luo Qingmeng couldn’t quite control her own excitement either. She punished Qiu Shuxue harshly, but in the gentlest way.

She had her own little tricks too. When Qiu Shuxue struggled, she’d plug her mouth with something she liked to eat. Then the punishment began.

She was fierce, but her fierceness was the drowning kind—always wanting to care for Qiu Shuxue even while scolding.

Seeing Qiu Shuxue all disheveled, Luo Qingmeng gently scooped her up. She wasn’t very skilled, so the effect wasn’t great. Because she wasn’t very skilled, she resorted to all sorts of coaxing that melted the heart. She said, “Snow Baby, I’m going to dress you now.”

She found Qiu Shuxue a pretty dress with scant fabric—a backless one with high slits, just like online. She had her scrub the floor.

She knew Qiu Shuxue well. Scolding alone wouldn’t work; it wouldn’t land if she was disobedient. So she whispered gently in Qiu Shuxue’s ear, coaxing her. “You’re doing such a great job scrubbing. So good, so good.”

Qiu Shuxue was so thoroughly coaxed that she couldn’t resist. She didn’t even remove the blindfold, scrubbing blindly without seeing the path. Luo Qingmeng tugged the tie lightly. “Here.”

Once everything was wiped down, Qiu Shuxue knelt there looking up at her, chin raised slightly, breaths hot. Her cheeks were flushed—a rare sight.

Qiu Shuxue parted her lips, wanting to speak. Luo Qingmeng half-squatted and fed her a cookie with her fingertip.

Qiu Shuxue bit into the cookie, savoring the delicious milky aroma that filled her mouth and tongue. She could feel its snowman shape and chewed it vigorously. Luo Qingmeng sensed that she was angry and reached out to pat her head. “If you’re good next time, I won’t do this again.”

“You…” Qiu Shuxue’s anger dissipated. She choked up a little, swallowing with some difficulty.

Luo Qingmeng stood up to fetch the milk, inserted a straw, and handed it to her. “Here, Baby—have some milk.”

Qiu Shuxue’s throat felt moistened. She wanted to bite Luo Qingmeng. How could anyone put on such a fake-serious act, indulging her and spoiling her like this? If it had been her instead… That’s why she’d wanted Luo Qingmeng right from the start.

She wanted to devour her.

Qiu Shuxue fantasized with her sightless eyes, picturing Luo Qingmeng squatting in front of her with that helpless look—impossible to tell if it was doting affection or stern discipline, but actually punishing her for real…

Luo Qingmeng had such a good temper and wouldn’t fly off the handle for no reason; all of this was just coaxing. Qiu Shuxue wondered what it would be like if she really lost her temper someday.

Luo Qingmeng was still wearing that suit; she hadn’t changed out of it even during the scolding because she felt it gave her an air of authority. Her hair was tied back with a shark clip, a single strand left hanging by her forehead.

Luo Qingmeng always wore it like that—gentle, virtuous, the picture-perfect wife. She was probably still wearing the plain band ring that Qiu Shuxue had given her on her finger.

Luo Qingmeng was pure in a way that could kill.

She wanted to throttle her throat, make her die.

She wanted to toy with her.

Luo Qingmeng found her so adorably obedient, especially scrubbing the floors in such pretty clothes. It made her heart ache even as it itched unbearably; she just wanted to kiss her.

She fed her another cookie, but Qiu Shuxue clamped down on her finger—not hard. It made Luo Qingmeng feel like she hadn’t learned her lesson at all. She drew her finger back and looked helplessly at the saliva coating it. She wiped it off with a tissue. “You got it dirty.”

She scolded her softly and tried to reason with her. “You’re way too disobedient. If you keep this up, I’ll definitely get mad and make you keep wiping down the cabinets and windows…”

Qiu Shuxue said nothing, as if she’d taken it to heart.

After finishing her lecture, Luo Qingmeng saw that it was getting late and needed to start cooking. She warned Qiu Shuxue, “I’m not great at disciplining you, and I don’t like punishing you. But sometimes when I’m busy, you need to be a little more obedient…”

Qiu Shuxue called out to her. “Sis.”

Luo Qingmeng’s heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself, “Why not call me Mommy anymore?” She responded with a stern “Mm,” resting her fingers on Qiu Shuxue’s back. The summer heat was oppressive; a thin sheen of sweat had formed.

Qiu Shuxue’s expression turned doubtful. She asked, “You really can’t?”

Luo Qingmeng didn’t answer right away—she worried that admitting it would just encourage Qiu Shuxue’s defiance. “I can.”

Qiu Shuxue pursed her lips tightly.

Luo Qingmeng stood up. “I’m going to make dinner.”

Qiu Shuxue was still kneeling on the floor. “Sis, the tie.”

“Oh, leave it tied for now,” Luo Qingmeng said with great authority. “Wait until I’m done cooking. Otherwise, I’ll get angry. Reflect on it some more.”

At dinner, Qiu Shuxue seemed like she had something to say, yet also like she didn’t. She’d stare at her for a few seconds before lowering her head to pick at her food. She didn’t argue back when Luo Qingmeng spoke anyway; she was being pretty good.

Luo Qingmeng was quite satisfied with that.

Qiu Shuxue cleared the table and went to wash the dishes. She turned her head to glance at her, then finally just called out, “Sis.”

Luo Qingmeng asked, “What?”

Qiu Shuxue turned to face her. “Take off the suit.”

Luo Qingmeng could feel the suit’s intimidating power and wasn’t quite ready to change out of it yet. She brushed her off casually. “Then make sure you wash my work badge spotless. I need it for work tomorrow.”

Qiu Shuxue hummed in acknowledgment. She picked up the work badge from the floor, headed to the bathroom to clean it meticulously, then went to the kitchen to load the dishes into the dishwasher. After that, she strode in, slammed the bathroom door shut with real force, and pinned her straight against the wall—as if she’d been holding herself back for ages.

Luo Qingmeng startled badly as her lips were suddenly bitten.

She bit back in return, and the two of them nibbled at each other, bite for bite.

That night, Luo Qingmeng kept the suit on for a good long while; it even got soaked through. It wasn’t tugged off until bedtime, completely ruining the expensive set.

She sprawled on the bed scrolling through her phone while Qiu Shuxue fiddled with her own beside her, glancing up every so often to see what Luo Qingmeng was doing.

Luo Qingmeng never hid what she was browsing from her. Her life was simple: half of it about herself, the other half entirely about Qiu Shuxue. Her algorithm usually pushed books and movies with a touch of artistic flair, along with food and lifestyle content.

Qiu Shuxue snuck a few peeks. Luo Qingmeng pretended not to notice, turning her back to her as she propped her chin on one hand and swiped the screen with the other.

After a while, it felt like Qiu Shuxue was lying down then sitting up, sitting up then lying down again. Luo Qingmeng got annoyed at her restlessness and shifted position to face her, playing on her phone so Qiu Shuxue couldn’t see the screen anymore.

Luo Qingmeng didn’t know much about anything, so she wanted to learn a bit more. She didn’t particularly enjoy managing Qiu Shuxue, but sometimes when she went overboard without any self-control, a little discipline was necessary.

Twenty-five was still awfully young, but she had to learn how to grow up.

Qiu Shuxue fluttered her eyelids shut for a moment, then snatched her phone. Luo Qingmeng asked, “What are you doing?”

Qiu Shuxue deleted the searches from her phone—”How to punish a disobedient baby,” “How to punish a disobedient girlfriend,” “How to painlessly punish a 25-year-old baby in an educational way,” “Feeling like it’s kinda hot when my girlfriend does housework and still wanting her to do it—is something wrong with me?” “What housework can lesbian couples do besides mopping the floor?” “How to become super strict as a dom”—then changed them all in one go to “How to make yummy food for a 25-year-old baby,” “What do 25-year-old girl babies like to eat,” “Sisterly flavors a 25-year-old girlfriend would love,” “How a suit-wearing sis spoils her girlfriend without any resistance.”

Once she’d finished editing, Qiu Shuxue handed the phone back to her and said earnestly, “I’ll be really obedient.”

Luo Qingmeng clutched the phone and thought it over seriously. She asked, “No need to search anymore… So, do you love mopping the floor?”

Qiu Shuxue fell silent for a moment. She looked at her and nodded. “I love it. I love it a ton.”