r18novel 029 Let your boyfriend discipline you
029 Let your boyfriend discipline you
The sound of cicadas chirping outside the window was mostly blocked out by the glass window, and the air conditioning in Song Zhiyi's study was turned up high.
A faint sandalwood scent filled the air, a habit left by Song Zhiyi's father, Song Yuanzheng, when he practiced calligraphy.
Jiang Di sat at the thick mahogany desk, a math test paper spread out in front of her, but her mind was clearly not on the questions. Her right hand gripped her cell phone, her thumb rapidly swiping across the screen as she bragged about her boyfriend to a few of her old girlfriends.
Song Zhiyi sat opposite Jiang Di, holding the book "The Three-Body Problem 2" in her hands.
The girl's posture while reading was very elegant, her back ramrod straight, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, like a silent plaster statue. She had maintained this posture for a full half hour, only occasionally lifting her eyelids to glance indifferently at the absent-minded Jiang Di.
Song Zhiyi remained remarkably calm when Jiang Di was daydreaming, neither scolding him harshly like an elder nor offering reminders like a typical tutor.
Jiang Di finally put down her phone, scratched her hair dejectedly, and slammed her pen on the table: "Song Zhiyi, aren't you going to do anything about me?"
Song Zhiyi looked up from her book, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Studying is your own responsibility. I'm just doing this on behalf of someone else, providing answers, not forcing them."
Jiang Di pursed her lips, looking at Song Zhiyi's nonchalant expression, and couldn't help but mutter, "If Wang Zhe were sitting there now, he definitely wouldn't distract me like this. That guy, when he gets angry, he really doesn't show any mercy."
Song Zhiyi closed the book, her fingertips lightly tracing the cover: "Oh? From what you're saying, Wang Zhe was quite strict when he was a tutor?"
Mentioning Wang Zhe's "strictness," Jiang Di couldn't help but recall that afternoon. In the dim light of Wang Zhe's bedroom, the crisp sound of the black leather belt lashing against her skin, and the burning pain that seemed to penetrate to the depths of her soul.
The feeling was strange. It was punishment, yet when she recalled it, her heart raced wildly. She could even feel the skin that had been whipped warming up, as if tiny electric currents were crawling through it.
Song Zhiyi keenly noticed the hint of panic and shyness in Jiang Di's eyes, and asked with a smile, "Why is your face so red? Missing your boyfriend?"
"No, no..." Jiang Di's eyes darted around, and although she didn't admit it, her behavior said a lot.
At this moment, Song Zhiyi put down her book, leaned forward slightly, and asked as if chatting casually with a close friend, "Now that you're in an official relationship, I'm quite curious, how far have things progressed between you and Wang Zhe?"
"Progress?" Jiang Di was taken aback. The first thing that came to her mind was that ten-pull gacha pull. She subconsciously asked, "What progress are you talking about?"
Song Zhiyi couldn't help but chuckle, leaning back in her chair. She pointed to the new phone in Jiang Di's hand, a hint of amusement in her voice: "He's already gone to the trouble of giving you a phone, didn't he take the opportunity to ask for anything? Like, a kiss?"
Jiang Di shook her head repeatedly like a startled rabbit, waving her hands rapidly: "No! Really no! We've only ever held hands, we've barely even hugged..."
Upon hearing this answer, genuine surprise appeared in Song Zhiyi's beautiful peach blossom eyes.
As Wang Zhe's childhood friend of over twenty years, her physical contact with him was far more extensive than this. Back when they used to playfully bicker...
Hands touching hands, or an accidental hug, are things that happen occasionally.
Song Zhiyi never expected that Jiang Di, her rival who held the title of the official girlfriend, was still at such a basic stage in their relationship progress.
In that instant, Song Zhiyi found her feelings extremely complex. An indescribable sense of relief rose in her heart, as if a treasure she had cherished for many years had not yet been completely unsealed by this young girl.
But at the same time, a strange sense of disappointment followed. She even wondered, how come Wang Zhe, the guy who kept saying he wanted to be a "scumbag," became so hesitant when it came to actually doing it?
You said you wanted to be a scumbag, and this is what you got?
Of course, Song Zhiyi didn't reveal any clues, but her tone became somewhat serious: "So, do you want to find opportunities to spend more time with Wang Zhe, to hold his hand, hug him, or even kiss him more, or are you content with the current situation, satisfied as long as he gives you an expensive gift like a new phone?"
"Of course I prefer being with him!" Jiang Di suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with the stubbornness and passion unique to young girls. "No matter how good a gift is, it's still just a gift. How can it compare to Wang Zhe? I'd rather not have a phone than not have him spend more time with me. But... but he's busy going to driving school all day and researching stocks. He completely ignores me. What am I going to do?"
Just then, Song Zhiyi said softly, "If you really want to see him, I do have a way."
Jiang Di looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Really? Sister Song, you're really willing to help me?"
She had always felt that although Song Zhiyi kept saying she didn't like Wang Zhe anymore, there was still some affection between them from their childhood friendship. Logically speaking, Song Zhiyi should be hostile towards her, and at least shouldn't be so generous in pushing Wang Zhe into her arms.
Song Zhiyi smiled generously, a smile that Jiang Di found utterly sacred.
She said, "Of course I'm willing. I'm your tutor and also Wang Zhe's friend, but since I can't control you, I can only tell Wang Zhe the truth."
Jiang Di was stunned: "Can't control yourself... tell the truth?"
Song Zhiyi blinked, a mischievous glint in her eye: "I can tell Wang Zhe that you weren't paying attention in your tutoring today, you were just playing on your phone, and I, as your tutor, am too lenient and can't control you. Since I can't control you, then your boyfriend Wang Zhe will have to come and discipline you personally, what do you think?"
Song Zhiyi emphasized the word "discipline".
Jiang Di's mind instantly conjured up the black leather belt and the oppressive feeling of being pinned to the bed, unable to move. Her buttocks seemed to begin to heat up, and a strange, itchy sensation, a mixture of shame, pain, and a peculiar pleasure, slowly surfaced…
"Okay! That's settled!" Jiang Di nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Song Zhiyi took out the iPhone 4 her parents had bought for her, and typed a message on WeChat before sending it.
Less than two minutes later, a crisp notification sound rang out.
"He agreed," Song Zhiyi put down her phone. "Wang Zhe said he had just finished driving practice and would be there in twenty minutes."
Jiang Di's heart leaped into her throat. She looked around and suddenly realized a serious problem, asking blankly, "Then... when he comes later, will he... discipline me at your house?"
Song Zhiyi rested her chin on her hand, smiling like a lazy little fox: "Of course it's right here. My parents are working overtime today, there's no one else at home, what are you afraid of?"
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.