-1-

Miss M drank too much.

…Ms. M’s alcohol tolerance is not that great, but she doesn’t have the habit of getting drunk and crazy, and she certainly won’t lose her mind or go crazy suddenly.

After all, Miss M is already crazy when she is sober.

After all, who can tell whether she is sober in her daily life? Most people don’t even dare to get close to Miss M in her daily life, let alone her extraordinary state.

But Mr. P is clear.

Just as he knew her every move in daily life, he also knew her every move when she was drunk.

-2-

“…He fell asleep.”

This time, I fell asleep faster than before.

-3-

The car slowly stopped at the dormitory door. Mr. P pulled the handbrake and turned his head to look at his boss in the passenger seat.

She was already fast asleep, her eyes tightly closed, her hands folded in front of her chest, her knees tucked in, curled up into a small ball in the passenger seat.

It seems that he is quite drunk.

I fell asleep so quickly that I didn't even have the energy to make it back to the dorm.

and……

-4-

Just now, I almost kissed him.

He was obviously very drunk.

-5-

Mr. P looked at her sleeping profile, bent his fingers on the steering wheel, and tapped it lightly, as if knocking on a closed, old wooden door.

Light, small, and cautious, yet revealing an irresistible impulse.

...I really can't help it. Even if it's him.

After all, this was the first time he tried to seduce his boss into a kiss.

-6-

Oh, Mr. P just did it on purpose.

His lips trembled deliberately, and he tilted the light to let her catch a glimpse of the brokenness that was emerging from beneath his calm exterior.

His boss loves the feeling of being broken, and Mr. P knows it very well, just as he knows that every time he turns his head to show her the swollen ear hole and the scratches on the back of his neck... he can lure her to invite him again.

So, occasionally, tear open your impeccable packaging a little bit and let her appreciate the broken and vulnerable parts...which can attract her more strongly.

So, Mr. P has always been clear about it.

How to seduce her to kiss him.

-7-

Yes, that's seduction.

Mr. P knew that the atmosphere just now was very suitable.

His boss was beginning to waver after witnessing a scene from the past, and the excessive amount of apple brandy had made her mind unclear, even though she acted lucid.

But the sober boss would not mumble back the request for a one-night stand, but stared into his eyes, as if there was something more exciting than the ridiculous night hidden deep in his eyes.

When his face was held in his hands, touching her soft and neat bangs, and looking into her dark and dull eyes, he couldn't help but start to imagine.

Conceive a way to seduce her and kiss her in this perfect atmosphere.

Of course, he was just imagining things. And imagining things is not illegal.

Most of the ideas would eventually be buried deep in his mind, classified as "alternative plans" to be implemented one day when the right time comes.

Because Mr. P knows that Miss M hates kissing.

Every time she sees a kissing scene in a romantic movie, she boos. When she meets couples on the street while eating, she sticks out her tongue. If a popular online restaurant launches a "kiss for one minute" marketing campaign, she will drag him and the waiter at the door to argue for five minutes... "What? Why can't I have free ice cream? Since you humans value kissing so much, why not give free ice cream to kissing fish too? Otherwise, this campaign is too stupid"...

Mr. P was unable to stop her every time. After all, she didn't want to kill the innocent waiter, she just wanted to quarrel with him.

In fact, he could not interfere with Miss M's behavior. Sometimes she was willing to listen to his advice and give up going crazy, just because she herself had lost interest.

And if her interest lies in free ice cream and quarrels, he can't stop her.

Unless he argued with her on behalf of the poor waitress and took the initiative to buy her three scoops of peanut strawberry chocolate ice cream, thereby diverting Miss M's attention and interest to himself.

-8-

Of course, Mr. P was happy to do so.

This is also why almost every waiter who talks to Miss M will eventually look at him with gratitude, and every colleague who is about to be persecuted by Miss M will regard him as an angel.

No one wants to be the subject of this terrifying lunatic's interest or receive her attention—but Mr. P always wants to be.

but.

It is precisely because M himself does not like blood and is not bloodthirsty that he can "save" those tragedies time and time again.

What M wants will definitely be achieved, and the things that are dispensable and not of much concern to her are the things he can try to stop.

-9-

Just like she and he both abided by the strange rule of "no kissing", and it was not because of his firm refusal.

She didn't want to either.

No one can force her to do anything she doesn't want to do.

-10-

"Damn it! These stupid humans... I wish I could turn into a kissing fish and get free ice cream..."

"Yeah. Just turn into a kissing fish."

"...Why are you just following me and complaining? If you were a fish, who would buy your boss's ice cream?! A fish can't go shopping with the boss or treat him to a meal! Now get your wallet out!"

"Yes, yes."

-11-

yes.

This unique, crazy and bold existence cannot be measured by common sense.

The relationship between him and her is very complicated.

What he wanted was not something that could be obtained with a kiss, a strong wall-dong, or a straightforward attack without hesitation.

His initiative is meaningless.

-12-

Mr. P knew his boss, that bad, cute and willful woman. He knew that as long as he took the initiative to kiss her once, with candy or cream in his mouth.

She will taste the sweetness of kissing, like this behavior, and start pestering him for countless kisses.

As long as it's comfortable, she likes it.

...But, that wasn't what he wanted.

Even if he was confident that he could always prepare himself in advance and hold candy or cream in his mouth every time he kissed her.

-13-

But Mr. P didn't want his bad boss to get the upper hand.

He didn't want to compromise "kissing" by including it in the adult night transaction. He hoped that his boss would realize that kissing was not just pleasure, comfort, candy and cream.

He wanted her to be bewitched and experience his pain, his tears, his vulnerability.

He wanted her to feel pity and guilt.

...Of course, well, that's up to Mr. P to judge for himself, as he doesn't really understand what pain, tears, or vulnerability are.

-14-

But he was the one who immediately put her cruel joke aside after hearing it, and chose the angle and the light carefully, and vibrated his lips at a special frequency to seduce her into a kiss.

He wasn't hurt, not at all.

If I have to say, when you heard that sentence, you would only feel the excitement of "Boss, this is too much. I can use this opportunity to ask for a kiss as compensation for my birthday."

He actually didn't really understand what tears and vulnerability were. He only knew that these two things were very convenient weapons to seduce his boss. However, he didn't know the effect of using the former, while the latter would seduce her to hug him from behind, bite his ear, and invite another night of absurdity.

-15-

Moreover, Mr. P is not very good at fake crying. He has been practicing in front of the mirror for almost fifty years, but he still hasn't mastered the art of fake crying.

Therefore, until he can master this weapon, he should use "sense of vulnerability" as his common weapon.

-16-

But, is it a bad thing to scheme against your boss in this way?

Is it shameless to seduce your boss like this?

Mr. P doesn't think so.

He spent fifty years getting to know his boss, and the time he spent watching her even exceeded that of most loving couples among the living.

So he understood her.

Deep into the bone marrow.

She is not worthy of one-sided sincere devotion, but she is worthy of shameless seduction full of malice and calculation.

She never liked nice boys. Nice boys were the type she would absolutely get tired of.

...Of course, Mr. P doesn't feel that there has been much substantial progress in his relationship with his boss.

-17-

They are simply in a superior-subordinate relationship.

Although anyone else would burst into tears and break up on the spot after hearing such a thoughtless statement as if he treated himself as a massage tool...but, to be honest, he is a subordinate, and it is normal for him to hear a few bad words from his boss occasionally.

He accepted orders, he completed her requests, he took care of her, and understood her... It was undoubtedly a relationship between superiors and subordinates, an unequal one-way output.

He didn't think there was any special relationship between them. He could even confess to any colleague with a smile that he was "single and looking for a girlfriend."

——Of course, Mr. P did not intend to anger his boss in this way. This was not what he wanted.

It's not the possessiveness that's fueled by recklessness, impulse, or jealousy, nor is it the instinctive anger that arises from having one's territory violated.

He has been trapped in a dense network year after year...it is impossible for him to just ask for...simple..."care".

No.

Does she care about him?

Indeed. He wasn't going to sell himself short. She really, really cared.

...but this is far from enough.

-18-

Mr. P leaned over and unbuckled Ms. M's seat belt.

"We're in the dormitory. Wake up."

"Hmm...sleepy..."

"Wake up. I'll take you to take a shower, change into pajamas, and then go to the bedroom to sleep... You get up first..."

"I can't... bear it..."

"Please stop making trouble."

The sleeping Miss M opened his arms with a snap.

"Just make a fuss. Little P, hold me."

-19-

ah.

really.

After getting drunk, Miss M didn't go crazy, didn't make noise, and didn't behave abnormally... She just became sleepy.

It was sleeping very soundly, curled up very small, just like some kind of breathing wild flower in the shadow of the corner.

Of course, she is definitely not harmless.

Mr. P saw with his own eyes that she casually broke the arm of a guy who wanted to drug her drink while she was asleep in a nightclub - the beast is still a beast even when it sleeps -

But now, the drunk Miss M just leaned into his arms, as if trying to escape the restraint of the seat belt by shrinking downwards.

"Little P, hold me..."

-20-

Mr. P pushed the seat belt aside, hugged her, and opened the car door.

"……sorry……"

"Yeah. Please don't mind it."

Ms. M: You've made me care even more. ...Are you about to cry? You sound so sad. I care even more in every sense of the word!

…Ah…Headache…Why did I drink so much tonight…And the inexplicable emotions I just had…Even though he’s my subordinate, Xiao P, I can’t say such harsh words…Headache…It was originally a clear deal, but that one sentence made her look like a scumbag who betrayed her feelings…Hmm…

"sorry……"

"Please don't mind it."

Mr. P straightened her hair, which had begun to tangle again. "Don't move. I'll carry you into the dormitory. I'll unlock it later..."

Miss M muttered, "I want to do it with Xiao P..."

"No. Not doing it."

“…”

-twenty one-

It's over.

Even requests for sex were decisively rejected. Not even a "please don't."

...Have those words just shattered the subordinate's heart? "Crack!" Did they?!

Miss M stopped mumbling and made a series of onomatopeia sounds of "wuwu er er", much like a drunk person about to vomit.

She was indeed drunk. If she were sober, she would definitely shut down her thinking ability when her mind started to worry about things like "the subordinates' hearts".

Mr. P rubbed her head while unlocking the door, and the "wuuuuuuuuuu" sound became louder. Perhaps the drunken boss had further lost his mind.

-twenty two-

She wasn't originally so harmless.

Fifty years ago, in a nightclub, she was drunk and fell asleep with her legs crossed on the booth, but she could also quickly break the arm of anyone who approached her, maintaining an extremely high level of vigilance and aggressiveness.

Fifty years later...

She became like this, in my arms, thinking about whether there was any other way to coax me besides adult transactions, and the arm hanging around my neck was softer than noodles.

-twenty three-

…He spent fifty years on this moment.

No, it took more than fifty years before I lost my memory.

You have finally... reached the right time... to be...

Being seduced into it, it's time for the next step in the relationship.