Wonderinghowtomakeaplayallnight

All night I was thinking about how to act in front of you

Lookingyourwayfromoutofsight

I'm watching you from where you can't see me

——Quote from -SomebodyLikeMe-JJD

-1-

It's very noisy in the cinema.

Because when Miss M came back, the plot on the screen had reached its climax.

The protagonist used his ultimate move to attack with a "crackling" sound, and the villain roared angrily, indicating that the energy wave of the super move began to expand.

Miss W was sitting in her seat, touching her ears awkwardly, obviously not used to the audio-visual effects common in modern popcorn movies.

The first moment she saw Miss M, she waved to her, as if she was relieved.

Of course, the theater where the film was being shown was very dark, so it was hard to tell whether her specific expression was "relieved" or "indescribable."

It is quite difficult to ask an ancient person who has been learning music, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood and whose literary and artistic skills can be called "brilliant" to understand popcorn movies.

-2-

Come to think of it, the guys closest to Miss M all have a high appreciation for a certain field of art.

Mr. P, a young undead who loves to pursue new things, can hardly tolerate rap songs full of swear words and dirty jokes.

Once, his boss was deliberately tinkering in his car and accidentally switched the music player to another channel. Suddenly, a rap song with almost no lyrics other than "dick" and "ass" suddenly pierced his ears.

Mr. P, who was holding the steering wheel, simply ran over an NPC in the mission world with an expressionless face.

...Of course, that NPC wasn't a human. It was a female cockroach that had grown deformed and gigantic due to a buggy biochemical weapon in that world.

-3-

But the insect eggs were crushed by him, and the scene was very scary.

Mr. P, who had to get out of the car immediately to clean the windshield, the front of the car, and the tires, was also scary.

-4-

Afterwards, he didn't talk to Miss M for two weeks. He asked for leave and went to the single-player tennis court to play tennis.

The tennis ball also dented the velvet-padded wall.

...Well, that's how much he dislikes vulgar rap.

Miss W is not to the extent of such a psychotic mysophobia, but suddenly leaving a classical singer and dancer alone in front of a popcorn movie, the first thing she experiences when accepting new things is seeing a superhero wearing his underwear outside flying in the sky... The taste trauma she suffers will not be small.

...Except Miss M.

Miss M's taste in art appreciation is extremely vulgar, so vulgar that she can single-handedly surpass the "elegance" of P and W.

Although she has some high standards for music, the texts she reads most often are pornographic, the pictures she looks at most often are erotic, and the TV series and pornographic movies she watches most often are third-rate. Her taste can be summarized as, "As long as it's fun, that's all."

-5-

Yes, Miss U specifically mentioned those pornographic pictures that attracted Mr. P’s attention.

Of course, it is impossible that Miss M posted her own obscene pictures. She just took advantage of the fact that "I can't enter this forum because I don't have enough qualifications", and she brazenly posted a thread specifically for storing obscene pictures in the most discussed section of the forum, at the most conspicuous top position.

I used my own employee ID, not a smurf, so I was very open and not afraid at all.

And those pictures are not screenshots of an innocent girl watching a TV series, they are screenshots of various pornographic movies, without any mosaics.

M took the lead in posting pictures, and everyone followed suit. Under each picture were all sorts of outrageous comments, and everyone shared details of their sex lives... Besides M's pictures, there were also pictures posted by various employees themselves... Among those pictures were many selfies or videos... The post was basically a bunch of adult ghosts gathered together to watch porn and exchange experiences...

Very, very restricted.

-6-

It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone.

Miss M posted pictures for discussion and saved them, and she was having fun being vulgar in the post.

When she was extremely bored, she even opened a special meeting with U on the first floor to discuss in detail, taking stock of the sizes and shapes of the original camera shots, guessing the employee IDs corresponding to these small selfies, predicting the duration, and ranking the top 15 employees in the system - everyone should know which aspect the top 15 are.

It can be said that the Operations Department magazine's charm ranking list has a lot of underground contributions from M (.)

…Of course, after Mr. P officially joined the company, she gradually withdrew from these vulgar discussions in the post, just like she gradually faded out of the R18 area…

At first, Miss M really wanted to share in the post how great her subordinates were. Since she had saved so many erotic pictures, why not save those of her own subordinates?

But for some reason, her subordinate was incredibly calm when doing this, and she never got the chance to trick him into taking a photo.

"I refuse to be photographed. This is just a transaction. Exposing it may affect my career advancement path" -

Mr. P would give this kind of nonsense as a reason in all seriousness and would not waver.

Everyone knows this is nonsense, because the only senior executive above him is M, and it is impossible for him to truly open a "promotion channel".

M was fooled by him at the time, but after spending some time with him, he gradually came to his senses from the "maybe" rhetoric.

-7-

So one night she seized the opportunity, and when he turned around to adjust the shower temperature, she quietly turned on the light screen and took several photos.

It was a photo of her back, and she had deliberately made it a little blurry. There was also the unique moisture from the bathroom, so it probably wouldn't cause any problems if it were taken elsewhere.

Mr. P turned around with the shower head adjusted to the temperature and found that she was playing with the camera function. He didn't react much, but just reminded her "Don't move" and sat down to help her bathe.

Ms. M: "...I took a picture of you, Xiao P. It was you in the bathroom without clothes. Aren't you nervous?"

"No."

Mr. P replied as he put bubbles on the ends of her hair: "You can have your hair done if you want. It's not sexy, but I don't think there are any scars on my back, so it's okay for my colleagues to see them. But if they ask me about the scratches, can I explain that they were left when you killed me?"

Ms. M: “…”

Ms. M: "Why do you assume I will send it to all my colleagues?"

She simply felt a bit rebellious because this guy kept "refusing to take pictures" and insisted on taking a picture of him.

I haven’t really figured out what to do with the photos after taking them.

If you post it in your private gallery...

Mr. P: "Oh, isn't that what you were planning to do? Share my private details and photos with other colleagues. The dead are so open about this kind of thing, there will definitely be a lot of discussion."

Ms. M: “…”

-8-

Yes.

Miss M suddenly realized what was going on and deleted the picture.

...Why would she share her subordinates' private photos for no reason? Is she stupid?

Forget about idiots like U, but what if other female colleagues see the photo and become fans? Even if the description blurs out the identity, those colleagues with a keen sense of smell in such matters will definitely understand that I am referring to Xiao P...

-9-

Ms. M withdrew from all discussions in the thread.

But stopping the discussion doesn’t mean stopping posting sexy pictures.

It would be better if she just became a silent person who posted and saved pictures.

Anyway, there are no anti-pornography masters, no sexual apathy, and no little purity among the dead.

-10-

Of course, at this moment, in the office of the Horror Maintenance Department, Mr. P, who had just quickly completed the employee authentication procedure through the system background, was sitting in front of the light screen and calmly clicked on this post.

cough.

…Anyway, Miss M, who is in the cinema with her sister, doesn’t care at all, hmm.

-11-

"Sister. Why did you take so long in the bathroom? I was just about to look for you..."

Because she had experienced a very stimulating audio-visual "enjoyment" before, Miss W took the lead in grabbing M, as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw.

Miss M obediently let her half-dragged her down and pressed into her seat.

Too submissive.

——If the cinema had not been too dim, Miss W would have noticed that her sister almost "floated" into the aisle, and was easily pulled by her and pressed softly onto the seat.

It’s not that he didn’t resist. It was impossible for M to resist his sister - he just acted like he didn’t have the energy.

Light and soft.

-12-

"I shouldn't have listened to you. Why did you just follow the trend and buy tickets for the consecutive shows?"

Ms. W was a bit annoyed: "He said he had to leave at the beginning of the first movie and didn't come back until the second one. I didn't know the theater rules, so I didn't dare leave my seat during the show."

During the two movies, she was away for almost three-quarters of the time. Is the bathroom in the newly built cinema in the system world so far away?

Hmm...well...

Miss M said softly, "I have a special reason, sister. When I went to the bathroom, I happened to have some extra work..."

-13-

Like spending a Saturday in the lounge, changing the sheets to the mirror behind the locker door...that kind of thing.

-14-

No matter how much Miss W complained, it all disappeared after she heard her soft and cute coquettishness.

She patted the back of her hand. "Okay, okay, we can still catch the last scene. I won't say any more. Look... Here, the mint soda you bought when you came in. I'm watching it for you. There's so much ice in it..."

Miss M pulled her hand back to avoid the cold and bitter soda.

"I want to drink my sister's hot milk tea..."

I need sugar right now. I really do.

-15-

Miss W didn't say anything else. She pushed her hot milk tea into her hand, turned her head, and looked at the screen nervously.

The climax of the film is about to end, and the rumbling audio-visual sound is getting louder and louder. The ancient courtesan is really worried that the thin curtain will explode.

...It was indeed the right decision to bring my sister to see a movie. No matter how refined her taste is, she still needs to see new things.

and……

Miss M picked up her milk tea and turned her attention to the big screen with great effort.

Lightning, red sun, dazzling energy.

-16-

Eyes, arms, twinkling lights.

…It was a metal earring, placed above her, gleaming with light due to the refraction of the light and the dressing mirror.

-17-

Noisy, dizzy, chaotic.

…but the loudest noise seemed to be her own…the gleaming earrings…the strikingly beautiful red eyes…the red tooth marks on her throat…

Miss M stared at the big screen in a trance, biting her milk tea straw hard.

She took a long sip, trying to use the sugar and calories to wake herself from the remaining dizziness.

...a flicker of light...earrings...blond hair that had been wiped clean and was still slightly damp...

-18-

Five minutes later, the movie ended and Miss W breathed a sigh of relief.

She commented: "This movie is really loud."

Miss M bit the straw and muttered, "So sexy..."

"……What?"

"Well, I mean, it's really noisy, sis."

-19-

Two popular popcorn movies were being shown back-to-back. Ms. W was worried about the theater rules, worried that her sister would get lost in the restroom, and worried that someone else would take the seat and soda her sister had left behind.

So, as soon as the movie ended, she said she wanted to go to the bathroom.

Miss W herself is not a ghost. Her self-cultivation in the past few days has been very effective, and her various physiological needs as a human being are becoming more and more normal.

So Miss M nodded and took her to the bathroom in five minutes.

Miss W, who thought the bathroom was a maze, responded: "..."

Ms. W: "So what on earth did you do during the three-quarters of the two movie sessions?"

Miss M immediately said, "Sister, I'm innocent! I absolutely didn't do this to anyone!"

Ms. W: “…”

-20-

Miss W turned around and left, and her back as she entered the bathroom looked like she was holding a submachine gun.

-twenty one-

Um, cough.

It seems that my sister didn’t find out.

Although I have complained many times before...but this time I should be thankful...

Xiao P's style in this matter is very meticulous, and he never leaves traces outside his clothes.

...Miss M turned her head to look at the mirror on the sink, and after a moment she reached out and touched her doll collar.

The original plan for today was to go out and play with my sister. She specially found this doll collar shirt of the right length (rare), and also took great pains to find a pink knee-length skirt of the right length (rare), making her look particularly ladylike.

Who knows...

Hmm.

The length I chose was just right and it covered everything.

-twenty two-

Miss M looked at herself in the mirror, no longer shy or dazed.

Because an idea suddenly popped up in her mind and she became more excited than ever before.

Or why not wear this outfit and ask Xiao P out on a date!

This set covers just the right amount, perfect for messing around in a fitting room while shopping, then adjusting your clothes and continuing to go out on the street!

…Why hadn’t I thought of this before! She was going to get a few more clothes of the right length. And if having a boyfriend was this exciting, then of course I had to try all the games I’d learned about through discussions on the forum. Those stupid colleagues had played them all.

-twenty three-

Oh, right, the forum. That thread.

I will go to that post and collect all the fun and exciting ways to play again!

Or if it takes too much time, just contact U and ask her to do another inventory——

——History has told us many times not to underestimate the thought process of a mentally ill person, nor to underestimate the motivation of a mentally ill person who likes pornographic pictures and movies.

Miss M leaned against the sink, immediately swiped the screen, quickly entered the authentication information, and logged into her most popular post that was pinned to the top.

She scrolled down quickly and found the highly-praised floor where U and she had created a separate list of the top 15 articles in a certain aspect.

-twenty four-

Miss M happily opened the comment section.

I saw Mr. P’s ID appear in the “Latest Comments”.

P: applause.jpg

-25-

...Well, yes, in response to this top 15 list that was vulgar, pornographic, full of restrictions and spicy comments, her subordinates silently left an applause emoji.

-26-

Ms. M: “…”

At this moment, the clapping emoji seemed to have turned into a huge three-dimensional palm.

Then he came over from the air and with a "snap", broke Miss M's finger that was poking the screen.

…It was Xiao P!! It was Xiao P who left a message under this inventory post!! Her mysophobic, innocent, and asexual boyfriend came over, saw this inventory post, and left another message!!!

-27-

In the horror maintenance department, after Mr. P posted the applause emoji, he quietly exited the post and closed the forum.

He still has work tasks that require overtime to complete, but he is very calm and he definitely won't mind.

The communication channel in the corner of the light screen lit up, and it was a communication invitation sent by the boss.

Mr. P calmly raised his hand and hung up.

-28-

Ms. M, who was hung up on by her subordinates for the first time in her life: "..."

what to do.

what to do.

-29-

When Miss W came out of the bathroom, she saw her sister lying in front of the sink, holding the white porcelain sink with both hands, and hitting her head repeatedly.

Miss W: "...What's wrong with you?"

Miss M turned around and shouted, "Sister, brain!"

Ms. W: “…”

I am your sister, not your brain.

-30-

...So how powerful is my sister in a place I can't see? After so much time, she can still be a heartless and happy fool who eats cakes?

But, that's true.

I remember that even in front of me, her way of solving problems was always very straightforward and simple...

-31-

W sighed and walked over to turn on the faucet.

She put her hands under the gurgling water and swirled them around, as if she had just rolled up her sleeves and was about to wash vegetables.

"Okay. It's you and Mr. P., isn't it?"

"yes……"

"Tell me about it. I'll try to help you find a solution."

-32-

The silly sister decided to have a relationship for the first time, and decided to put thought and sincerity into it...

What else could she do?

Even if she really disagrees with the person she chooses, there is nothing she can do except to help.

-33-

Four hours later, the Horror Maintenance Department.

——Mr. P temporarily finished the work he needed to deal with today. He turned off the lights and decided to go home.

As he walked towards the door, he stepped over the mess left by Miss U - who had hurried away after recovering -

Never mind, he thought, he would send this colleague a list requesting cleaning fees for the rest.

-34-

The number will be increased as appropriate, after all, I have to take into account the mental loss I suffered after browsing that post tonight.

-35-

Mr. P walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

The lights in the department building had all gone out, and the lights from the street flickered across the transparent elevator car.

Mr. P stood and watched the flash of light produced by the descent. His earrings also reflected tiny glints in the light, but his eyes were calm.

-36-

It was almost just a pool of blood lying on the ground.

-37-

…He tilted his head and looked at his reflection in the elevator door.

After all, it is a mass of dead derivatives, something that never had life.

This body... is not a flesh-and-blood, tangible thing... This dark and strange entity...

Why do human ghosts indulge in [desire]?

Why do living humans like [the body] so much?

Discussing dirty organs and taking stock of their charm, why is this so attractive?

He was genuinely curious.

-38-

Mr. P hates sex.

Disgusted from the start.

He has the ability to do this kind of thing, and his so-called "impulse" to do this kind of thing is just an extra "setting" added to himself considering M's preferences.

Because the Gray Banshee likes children and wants to be close to Parsifal, his true form was gradually shaped into its current appearance.

——Otherwise, perhaps his true form would just be a pool of blood and flesh.

What "male hormones" and "male instincts"? He is a monster that has never been born. He has no ability to reproduce, not to mention the innate desire to reproduce of [life].

He now has functions similar to those of human males, simply because M likes this function very much.

So it was tailor-made for her and carefully designed for her, becoming a man who could still complete intimate acts even if he had no interest in her inner thoughts.

-39-

His body produces [physiological reactions] only to satisfy M's needs.

...If he hadn't fallen in love with M, he would definitely not have set up this redundant, cumbersome and dirty function.

You know, the organ was once locked in a place where only backless white dresses could be worn. The person holding the chains was a siren who loved to tease everyone with her appearance and figure. Her daily job was to watch those children being tasted and played with by masked adults, or she herself would be sent forward to wait for the play...

He came into contact with sex before he had a complete understanding of human beings themselves.

The worst sex.

-40-

Just as M hated all men because of those soldiers, P hated all sex because of those torn white skirts.

He had seen masked men using their thick fingers to signal those in tender white skirts to sit on their knees, and he had also seen the proud and beautiful gray banshee unbutton her clothes and hook her fingers at the puppets with chaos in their eyes.

The organist seemed to be in charge of playing the organ only in that monastery.

But as a useful puppy to the Gray Banshee, he is also responsible for cleaning the soiled velvet armchairs, cleaning the scene after the white skirts were torn, and sometimes he has to serve the Gray Banshee who has finished using the puppet and is physically and mentally satisfied to take a bath.

Regardless of their merits, the above three tasks are all considered dirty and disgusting in the organ's judging criteria.

It was a completely hopeless slaughterhouse, and that was all completely distorted [sex].

——Those things were so twisted that the organ cleared away more of the blood and limbs mixed in than the unknown turbid liquid.

-41-

How could he possibly like this thing?

-42-

Although the Gray Witch had never persecuted him in this regard - how could a high-ranking master be interested in his own dog - but all the serving, watching, and cleaning work were enough to make the organ feel nauseous.

Ever since the Gray Banshee first ordered him to help her take a bath, Organ developed the habit of washing his hands an average of eight times a day, and this habit continues to this day.

-43-

It was a body that was unimaginable to humans and could be called the "peak of sexiness".

Regardless of likes or dislikes, any male creature with "instincts" should have some reactions based on reproductive instincts in front of such a body.

But the organ cleansed the blood, holes, or white, crystal-clear water droplets on the body—

He couldn't help but think of throwing the towel away, twisting its neck, folding it into a broken ball, stuffing it deep, deep into the ground, and filling it with enough floral mud to keep it clean.

-44-

He just hates this thing.

I hate it so much that I feel extremely disgusted when I hear foul language or rap related to it.

-45-

…But, of course.

He didn't dislike M at all.

He liked her, every part and every aspect of her.

Whether she is wearing clothes or not, I like her both.

But only for this kind of thing, she always strongly requested it, she always expressed her need frankly and generously, she even used to classify every time they got along as "for sex" -

Mr. P likes Miss M, so he will give her everything she wants.

But the deep-seated disgust could not be eradicated, and her crazy and hasty conclusion of "it's all good" could not cultivate much favor in him - he wanted a date, wanted to confess, wanted romance, but M could always attribute everything to "rolling in the sheets" -

Isn't an intimate kiss good? Why do you always have to put your hands on his buttons?

So, Mr. P would honestly tell Ms. M that, "I neither hate nor like" this kind of thing.

-46-

Because it's you, I won't hate it.

Because it's you, I won't like it.

-47-

Kisses are wonderful, hugs are nice, but making out... is just a means to seduce M into becoming even more obsessed with him.

-48-

Mr. P thought that the situation would gradually improve.

Everything in the past was just her "cheating" for fun. It was not real. Miss M would like kisses and innocent affection in a real relationship, right?

...Well, it turns out that the messy, vulgar and vile post that he couldn't stand after just a few glances also proved that she was "all about sex".

Mr. P originally proposed that proposal today, with a small hope that his needs would be met as well...more innocent interactions, less sex...

But it was obvious that he couldn't use this line with her anymore.

-49-

Give M whatever he wants.

Regardless of conditions, regardless of frequency.

…She could so happily list that damn top 15, and once her needs were even slightly unsatisfied, she could easily draw up a list of 150 candidates… He didn't want to delve into when she had posted that post… just like he never wanted to sort out the long list of one-night stands she had before they officially developed a relationship…

Mr. P stepped out of the department building, exhaled, lowered his head and turned on the light screen.

He took out the letter he had hung up.

All right.

Although he had a headache, he was tired from working overtime and was in a bad mood.

-50-

"Ms. M." Mr. P called. "I'm sorry I hung up on you. Would you like to go to the hotel now?"

On the communication channel, she took a deep breath.

"that……"

Oh, not now? That’s great, he can have a good sleep tonight.

Then tomorrow I'll start planning how to develop a positive mindset for sex or something... If that doesn't work, I'll just act...

-51-

Mr. P replied, "I understand," and hung up the phone again and turned away.

Miss M was standing under the street light, looking at him.

She had to strain to raise her head because she was holding a huge bouquet of pink tulips that almost covered her bangs.

Mr. P: “…”

Mr. P: “What are you playing?”

Ms. M: "Yeah. For you. An apology gift."

-52-

She rustled around under the flowers for a while, then whispered, "It's mainly about the USB drive anyway. It has nothing...much...to do with me. I've long since stopped discussing that kind of vulgar garbage. Now I'm only discussing you in my mind."

Mr. P: “…”

Mr. P: "You know, I just decided to satisfy you seven times a night, but you're making me want to ask for four times a month."

Ms. M: “…”

-53-

Miss M, holding the flowers, shrank down because of the unprecedented tragic news.

"I, I apologized..."

Mr. P walked over, took the bouquet, and supported her as she shrank back.

"Let's go home," he said with a smile. "Instead of going to the hotel, how about my bedroom? Saturday isn't over yet."

M:……!!

Yay!!!