Chapter 35: Sister Wen Yin’s Punishment ②
The neatly arranged room carried a faint rose fragrance. Noon sunlight streamed through the window, brightening the space and casting a graceful figure in an even more enchanting light.
Having just endured Wen Yin’s “light punishment” at the door, Su Qi returned home, stowed his female outfit bag in his bedroom, and sank into the blue sofa in the living room. The soft cushion reminded him of Wen Yin’s earlier spank—painless but embarrassingly intimate—flushing his fair cheeks.
Recalling her whisper at the door—“Xiao Qi, you made me very upset; the punishment’s far from over”—he felt a mix of shame and anticipation. Her initial punishment was a warm hug, and two days ago, she’d kissed his forehead as “interest.” Both gestures, despite the spank, signaled a girl’s affection. What’s next? Something even closer?
As he sat, shyly poking his fingers together, Wen Yin, in her apron, carried dishes from the kitchen, quietly observing him. Her familiar ability had shown Su Qi’s changes through her cat, but now, seeing him in person, the transformation was striking. His slightly longer black hair veiled delicate, almost feminine features. His timid black eyes and soft pink nails exuded an obedient charm, stirring a strange urge to… tease him.
Gulp.
Suppressing her impulse, Wen Yin set the final stir-fry on the table and called, “Xiao Qi, wash your hands and come eat!”
Having grown up under Wen Yin’s care—since his sister Su Lulu couldn’t cook and his parents were adventure-obsessed Ruins explorers—Su Qi was no stranger to her meals. Today’s menu was simple: tomato-egg stir-fry, a cold dish, and his favorite braised pork. With his Crisp Wife culinary expertise, he could tell the dishes had been reheated multiple times, likely prepared last night. Realizing Wen Yin had waited all night—possibly since her first message yesterday afternoon—he felt warmth and deep guilt.
Determined to eat every bite to make up for worrying her, he approached the table, only to notice something odd. The usual two chairs were down to one, beside Wen Yin. Assuming she’d used the other while cooking, he moved to fetch it, but her shy, sultry voice stopped him.
“Xiao Qi, don’t bother. I hid the second chair. For this meal, you’re eating here as punishment. Now, tell me what happened yesterday!”
Wen Yin’s usual mature, gentle demeanor rarely showed such bashfulness, making Su Qi doubt his ears. Glancing at her, his heart raced. She sat on the lone chair, her long legs in black pantyhose gleaming under the sunlight, her cheeks faintly flushed. Most strikingly, her hands patted her lap, clearly inviting him to sit.
His breath quickened. This scene—fantasized countless times—felt unreal, a “punishment” that was pure reward. Pinching his thigh to confirm reality, the sharp pain thrilled him.
Steadying his breath, he saw no teasing in her shy expression. He stepped forward, slippers clicking loudly in the quiet room. Despite his enhanced post-upgrade physique, nervous tension made each step heavy, his body stiff as if wound by springs. The short distance to the table felt endless, his legs wobbling with each move.
Finally reaching her, his flushed face trembled as he stammered, “Wen Yin-jie, I’m… kinda heavy. Can I really sit? I don’t want to… ruin your stockings…”
Instead of answering, Wen Yin’s lips curved into a radiant smile. Her gentle hand grasped his, pulling him lightly. Caught off guard, he tipped forward, landing securely in her soft, black-hosed lap, enveloped by her rose scent.
“Now, Xiao Qi, let’s eat!” she said warmly.
Nestled in her dreamy embrace, her sleek stockings under him and her arms around his waist, Su Qi sat upright to avoid leaning into her chest. Yet, the faint curve of her touch warmed his cheeks. Her sultry voice by his ear felt like paradise.
Amid the bliss, he sensed something cool slipping into his casual pants. Dismissing it—her legs were pinned by his weight, her hands on his waist, and she lacked a “fifth limb”—he chalked it up to imagination.
This punishment is too perfect!