-1-

Miss M has a prop box.

Ever since he reached a deal with her during the bus bug incident and acknowledged the existence of "uniform play", Mr. P gave her a card to buy clothes.

Afterwards, due to various factors, Miss M did not get the "uniform play" she had always dreamed of, and Mr. P even began to avoid "making deals" with her intentionally or unintentionally.

But Ms. M never paid off the card.

She clutched the card, wandering around the R18 area, wandering around the R18 area, and wandering around the R18 area...

-2-

cough.

In short, in the end.

Miss M has a prop box.

Hiding under Mr. P's wardrobe, I originally planned to play a prank on him. When he was changing clothes, I would pounce on him and make him fall into the wardrobe. Then I would open the box and make him blush...

Yes, the possibility of Xiao P blushing is almost zero.

The relationship between them couldn't be more familiar. Before even talking about feelings, they touched upon the most shy part of each other - if "blushing and shyness" appeared between them, it must be that one of them had been transported by some alien creature.

But just like "I want to see Xiao P cry", it's okay to fantasize.

-3-

So Miss M's prop box is placed there.

Miss M also continued to imagine his shy expression when she thought of the prop box.

-4-

Until tonight, when she actually met a madman named Organ.

Until tonight, when he tied her to the bedpost with a tie and slowly dragged her out of the prop box.

He didn't even look back to find the location or the handle of the box.

He seemed to have known where the box was.

He seemed to have known what was in the box for a long time.

-5-

Miss M could have broken free. It was only a thin tie.

Miss M could also press in again. How could he possibly surpass the Banshee's power?

but……

This is so rare.

This is so interesting.

She had never seen anything like this—ah, the color of blood, his eyes—maple leaves and blood, were there no differences from the very beginning? Were they just irregular, spreading traces from the very beginning? So they were one, unexpectedly one—

— so she could play with the blood of maple leaves and his beautiful eyes staring straight at her at the same time— I could print him on my lips, palms, white T-shirts, and the shadow of my body—

I want to print him.

I miss you so much.

Miss M's heart was beating rapidly, and her throat even felt dry due to the strong anticipation.

She did not break free, she did not resist.

"Little P..."

-6-

She even cooperated and showed her desire.

Miss M said hoarsely, "I'm very thirsty."

Mr. P came back dragging a box, and the lid popped open, revealing a large number of interesting toys inside. Miss M had bought them herself, and she smiled and thought that these toys would give her a surprise one day.

This really surprised her.

Mr. P grabbed the box and dumped the toys inside all over the bed, then threw the empty box under the bed.

His expression remained indifferent, as if what was poured out of the box were not toys, but just ordinary complaint reports.

-7-

But he dumped all these "reports" on his boss.

Miss M began to long for him to drop matches directly on these things.

—No, it’s interesting, but not that interesting.

I don't want to have any "barrier" with him.

I don't want any other covering.

No, I just want him—

"Thirsty. Little P..."

Mr. P tilted his head, as if trying to determine what kind of invitation her request meant at this moment.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

-8-

It wasn't gentle, it wasn't intimate.

Because Mr. P bit his own tongue, this kiss was him opening his lips and passing them to her overflowing blood.

-9-

Red and hot blood.

Into her mouth, down her throat.

—This was an extremely vicious trap, too much. How could such a thing possibly quench her thirst? This thing was the match that ignited her—Ah, she tasted his gaping wound—the orange that was brought to her mouth, waiting to explode, without the need to bite it hard—that extremely tender kiss and this extremely bloody kiss flowed together—

Miss M couldn't help but start sobbing.

“That’s enough…”

This is too much.

I want to take it slow.

This is too much...

-10-

Mr. P raised his head and gently licked the tip of her nose with his newly healed tongue.

He licked her face absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on the tie tied to the bedpost and her hands bound by it.

Thin tie.

Loose knot.

Her hands were motionless.

“That’s enough…”

While being licked, she closed her eyes and murmured, "This is too much..."

-11-

Hmm.

"This is the first time I've seen you say one thing and mean another."

Miss M heard him laugh, and then there was a slight sound of metal colliding -

Mr. P randomly picked a toy collar from those things and put it around his neck.

"Indeed, you are right. I suddenly find this extremely interesting..."

He hooked the tab on his collar and moved closer again, looking down at her.

Mr. P opened his lips and Ms. M saw the pink scar on his tongue that had not yet fully healed.

He showed his beautiful wound to his master.

Then he said, "Woof."

-12-

——So, from then on, apart from the barking of dogs, no other sound could enter Miss M's mind.

Including her own sobbing, which was more intense than ever before.

-13-

It was a packed prop box, after all, and she asked for ten films.

He finally understood some of her ideas and found it very interesting, so of course he had to follow through.

-14-

A month later, during lunch break, in the maintenance department office building, at a convenience store.

Miss X was yawning behind the counter. She had ten minutes left before she could take her lunch break.

Sleepy...stayed up late last night reading posts on the adult forum...

Speaking of adult content, the forum has been really lively lately. A newcomer started a thread specifically saying, "I want to collect all sorts of extreme gameplay that can only be done by undead. Please give me some advice." It's so erotic and pure, it's really exciting... Everyone guessed it was a new female undead from the operations department who was wearing a vest. After all, the only newcomer in the maintenance department, P, couldn't possibly be running that kind of thread - so everyone stripped down to their pants and let loose online. That thread was really colorful and exciting...

It's almost becoming a resource library for pornographic texts.

-15-

Which colleague in the operations department is that female undead ghost?

He must be a newbie who's recently taken a long vacation... He's collected so many ways to play, so he must be planning to play like crazy for a whole year... Even the undead wouldn't be able to handle it. Could it be some underground group party... Tsk tsk, how nice it is, no work, just free time...

-16-

“Ding Dong~”

Miss X came back to her senses.

She stood up straighter: "Welcome... Oh, it's Xiao P! Good afternoon, Xiao P, I remember you don't have work today..."

"I've been working a lot of overtime lately, Ms. X. And I decided to use my lunch break as well."

Mr. P walked into the convenience store and smiled gently. "A cup of the limited-edition cantaloupe-flavored coffee will be fine. I'll bring it into the office."

Ms. X turned back to the machine and said, "So busy! The Horror Maintenance Department has been really busy lately..."

"Well, I'll hurry up and save some money. After I'm done with this, I'll see if I can apply for annual leave early. If I can get it, I'll be able to improve my business communication with my boss."

"...As expected of an angel... This work ethic..."

"He has a hell of a work ethic."

-17-

The convenience store doorbell rang again, and Miss X couldn't help shaking the coffee cup in her hand.

Miss M walked in, looking very upset.

"He's been leaving get off work early at four o'clock every day lately... four o'clock... four o'clock in the afternoon!!"

Ms. X: "Hello, hello, what do you want——"

Mr. P reached out and pulled back Ms. M who was about to lie down at the cashier counter.

His action seemed to have once again prevented his boss from persecuting innocent colleagues, but it was hard to say who he was protecting.

After all, the cash register is made of marble and is quite cool.

"Boss, I want a cup of brown sugar Bobo whipped coconut cookie milk, warm, full sugar, double pudding."

-18-

Ms. M, who was rescued, said: “Tsk.”

But she didn't object.

She just stayed in her subordinate's arms with a sour face.

Ms. X operated the machine with shaking hands: "Hello, long time no see, ahem, long time no see, M, are you back on vacation..."

"without."

Ms. M said even more angrily, "I'm still on vacation, but Xiao P said he had to work overtime during his lunch break, so I came to see him."

Ms. X: ...Huh? Why is he saying something so strangely caring in such a harsh tone?

Mr. P smiled and said, "You can wait for me in the car. Or at home."

"I won't." Miss M flatly refused. "I want to stay in a public place with other undead. You can get the coffee and get out. I want to drink milk tea downstairs."

"...Okay, Ms. M."

-19-

Mr. P didn't seem to plan to say anything else. He quickly took the coffee prepared by Miss X and turned to go upstairs.

...The angel is being bullied again! M is really going too far...

Miss X looked at his departing back with mixed feelings and handed the prepared milk tea to M.

Miss M opened the straw and gulped down the drink without saying another word.

She sat down and drank half a cup in one breath, like a small energy converter that could absorb sugar directly through the air.

Miss X: “…”

Miss X felt it was a bit strange that when M came to see her, he could actually sit quietly in his seat and drink milk tea.

-20-

She suddenly remembered that she was reading the pornographic posts on the forum last night. She was reading something interesting when she was suddenly interrupted by a private message from U.

Miss U sent a long string of garbled characters, and then told her incoherently that she was just about to call M to have a happy stroll around R18 together, but was flatly rejected by her.

The reason is simple.

M only replied: [I have quit masturbating recently].

-twenty one-

…Miss X thought it was Miss U who was having a late-night tantrum and ignored her. After all, no one who quits masturbation, the M who started the most exciting discussion forum, would quit…

"Hey. I'm done. Make me another."

"oh oh……"

Miss X hurriedly put aside those messy thoughts and reached out to take the empty paper cup, but suddenly she was stuck -

Because M changed his sitting position and ended up lying on the cash register.

This angle allowed her to clearly see the marks in M's collar while standing.

“…Well, that…”

Miss X blushed a little, but felt it was unnecessary. After all, they were all adult undead, and M was a fairly experienced driver.

But, ahem, is she not knowledgeable enough? These marks are really... too exaggerated.

"Ahem. It's showing, M."

-twenty two-

Miss M looked in the direction she pointed, and then, unexpectedly, her face suddenly turned red.

...No, more like, red with anger?

Miss X looked at her doubtfully.

Miss M immediately pulled up her collar.

"A mad dog biting recklessly." She said bitterly.