-1-
It gradually darkened outside the window.
The pointer has pointed to the bottom of the dial.
In the terrifying maintenance department, the lights in the subordinates' offices were still on.
-2-
[World FN274, maintenance mission complete. A group of players have been detected entering this world to play the 'eternal life game'. Verification reveals these players to be humans with vital signs...]
After checking several times, there should be no problem.
Putting aside the low-level tasks that had been handled remotely before, Mr. P paused while quickly typing the task report.
He would record every field mission of Ms. M and check it carefully in case of emergency (customer complaints).
Although this world is very low-level and the bugs are very simple, I used to be able to complete repairs by remotely modifying the world data from my office...
But he always felt that this mission was a little special.
-3-
The plague in the world of FN274 should have killed only half of the people in that town, but it swept the entire world.
real……
Doesn’t it have anything to do with that “eternal life game”?
Tempting humans with "eternal life" as the ultimate reward, it seems like a horror game that people sign up for voluntarily.
-4-
The archives of the Horror Maintenance Department record a number of games that use living people as their main customer base, call themselves "horror games", and allow those "players" to travel between different worlds.
To put it bluntly, these "games" are about sucking the vitality of living people and, at the same time, squeezing out the energy leaked from those unstable and terrifying worlds.
Like pests on the leaves of the world.
Tell those humans that they are "players", and tell "players" that those horrible worlds are just constructed copies of the game -
This is deceptive in itself, and a low-level performance of those "horror games".
Therefore, the attitude of the Horror Maintenance Department is neutral. Mr. P will observe the different operating mechanisms of each game to determine whether it is harmful, and then take appropriate measures based on the actual situation.
Of course, if a customer comes directly to complain about these games and entrusts them to clean up the pests, Mr. P will handle it specifically.
As a civilian, Mr. P doesn't think he has much combat power, but he is still good at data manipulation. He can just release a virus and cause a dimensionality reduction attack on those games.
Miss M basically doesn't ask about this aspect.
After all, a powerful being that controls the entire world and plays with it as a "game" has no need to deceive humans.
-5-
[Every world is real, every death is irreversible]
This is written in the System World employee handbook.
...Even the dead understand this truth, but the living are deceived and arrogantly regard those worlds as false "copies".
That's why the young student would kill anyone he saw from behind. Those players have an attitude towards life that is even more indifferent than that of the dead.
...Oh, yes, that student.
Mr. P retyped the report.
[The total number of players who entered the FN274 world and claimed to belong to the "Eternal Life Game" was 11. In accordance with the [Cherish Life] employee code, these players were successfully returned to their original worlds before maintenance began and their ties to the "Eternal Life Game" were untied. The player survival rate is 100%, and the total number of players returned is 11.]
-6-
When the young student woke up in his room, he probably wouldn't participate in the game again.
Throwing darts at strangers without asking is a bad habit, and it is a good thing to break it.
Although I feel a little sorry, I couldn't help but scare him at that time... I couldn't control myself for a moment...
Mr. P's light blue eyes flickered in front of the crimson light screen, without any shadow.
-7-
After all, he was only used to the bloodstains created by Miss M.
-8-
After finishing the report and filing it, Mr. P looked up at the office clock.
6:08 pm... Looks like I'll miss this cross-country cycling competition.
I'll talk about the work communication from the main system tomorrow.
It’s time to get off work.
Turn off the lights, lock the door, wash your hands, wash your hands, and take the elevator.
It was night outside the window. It was winter, and the subsystem would make the night dark quickly.
Mr. P looked out the glass. The subsystem had already turned on the warm street lights, which occasionally flashed across his face as the elevator descended.
Perhaps because his skin was too white, the flashing warm light did not reflect any warmth on him.
…The dead, frozen in time, love to emphasize the changing seasons.
-9-
Pretending to be alive?
-10-
Arriving at the lobby, Mr. P walked out of the elevator, reaching out to tighten the scarf around his neck as he walked.
He doesn't like the cold.
If you're the last one out of the office building on a winter night, you should go and have a bowl of hot and sour beef noodles... or a bubbling hot pot for one...
After completing the ID check-in, Mr. P walked out of the department building.
——A soft, cold speck of something slowly fell onto his head.
...It's snowing.
Mr. P was stunned for a moment, then immediately let go of his hand holding the scarf and quickened his pace.
-11-
"You're so slow, Little P!"
Miss M flashed behind him and pounced on his back: "I've been waiting for a long, long time - we agreed to meet at 6:30, and now it's 6:32!"
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P looked down at his watch and confirmed it was half past six.
"Is your watch two minutes fast?"
"Don't worry, Little P~ I've been waiting for a long, long time! Little P, please treat me to dinner!"
At most, it would only be two minutes.
But Mr. P didn't say anything. He just turned his head and looked carefully at his boss who had left early four hours ago.
Miss M was hanging around his neck. Recently, when she greeted her subordinates, she particularly liked to pounce on them from behind and hang around his neck.
Now that it was successfully hung up, she was deliberately trying to mess up the scarf he had just tightened by rubbing her nose against it.
"Little P is afraid of the cold, right? Freeze to death, little P, hehe~"
“…”
-12-
The tip of the nose is white, just a little bit pink.
The temperature of my cheeks is also hot.
...Well, not frozen.
Mr. P relaxed his brows and said, "There's no need to stand at the door next time you wait for me. Snowy winter nights are cold. Even if it's only two minutes, don't stand there too long."
In fact, Ms. M, who had been enjoying the warm air conditioning in the convenience store downstairs, drinking Glutinous Rice Bobo milk tea and watching Ghibli movies, said: "..."
For a second, she felt a little guilty towards her subordinate who had just gotten off work.
But the next second, Mr. P pulled up the scarf that she had loosened, opened it, and wrapped it tightly around her head that was buried next to his ear.
"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner. What would you like?"
-13-
Miss M immediately put aside the slight feeling of guilt.
Wrapped in Little P's super soft white scarf, she didn't feel any negative emotions - including guilt.
Miss M was delighted: "Then I'm going to Resorts World to eat steak—the Resorts World numbered starting with A!"
…At this point, the entrance to Resort World has been closed.
Your favorite steakhouse requires reservations half a month in advance.
Mr. P walked slowly forward with his boss hanging around his neck.
"No steak. Nothing else."
“The Arctic char at that restaurant is pretty good too!”
Mr. P: "Ms. M, at 6:32, the entrance to Resort World is closed. And the Arctic char at that restaurant is harder to reserve than steak."
And you just casually pointed out the extremely expensive meal and deliberately ripped me off, right?
The last time I took you to eat Arctic char, you spit it out and said it was "unpalatable", and then you dragged me to eat barbecue at a street stall.
Wrapped up warmly in a white scarf, Miss M began to shake her legs. "Xiao P is so annoying. This doesn't work, that doesn't work. So what should I eat? It doesn't matter... I'll eat whatever Xiao P eats."
Mr. P thought about it.
"Stew is a great way to warm up on a snowy winter day. How about..."
Ms. M: "I know! Then let's have the eye of the beast stewed with goat's cream! With Tabantha wheat!"
Mr. P: "That's a recipe from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. That's a game recipe. Ms. M, there's no such dish in real life."
No Tabantha wheat either.
"Then..."
It's a mistake to let a psychopath choose dinner.
Mr. P interrupted her: "Just eat beef stew with potatoes."
Ms. M: “…It’s too plain.”
"Simplicity is beauty, Miss M."
"What's the point of being simple when a blond man looks so golden even on a snowy winter night?"
"...and you like goulash, don't you?"
"Then let's pair it with pumpkin and meat..."
"No more game recipes. Just plain goulash with potatoes."
-14-
Miss M couldn't help but tsk.
A very loud "tsk".
"Who would treat a woman to plain old potato goulash before going to a hotel with her? It's unromantic. No wonder Xiao P can't find a partner."
-15-
“…”
Mr. P smiled. "In my defense, going to a hotel with you doesn't count as a date. There's no need for romance. Only couples in a relationship need to go to a hotel with a fancy dinner, Ms. M."
And usually the man invites the woman to a high-end dinner in order to trick her into coming to the hotel. But in my case, the woman pulled a knife on my neck and dragged me into the hotel.
Miss M made a louder "tsk".
Then Mr. P felt something sharp against his neck.
"Xiao P, since you said so, I want to eat——"
Want to eat high-end cuisine?
"—I want a teriyaki chicken burger! McDonald's teriyaki chicken burger! I wanted it this afternoon while drinking milk tea! Buy it for me! Xiao P, buy it for me!"
“…”
-16-
It's easy to handle in unexpected places, Miss M.
-17-
So, twenty minutes later, Miss M walked into the hotel in a triumphant manner.
Her subordinates walked behind her holding a large McDonald's paper bag, an iced Coke in their right hand, and another iced Coke that had been replaced with hot milk in their left hand.
...It doesn't look like they are here to get a room. It looks like they are here for a late-night snack after working overtime at the company.
And it’s an overtime midnight snack due to insufficient funding.
By the way, in order to buy Miss M’s favorite McDonald’s teriyaki chicken burger, they still traveled to a small world.
Ordinary small world N099, there are no ghosts or monsters, the entertainment industry is relatively developed, and the love operation department often comes here to do sweet pet love tasks with an urban background.
One of the main contradictions is whether the hero and heroine confess their love to each other or not. The world where they are together is very safe and harmonious.
Moreover, according to statistics from colleagues in the romance operations department, the three generations of male and female protagonists here have all given birth to a second child, and the world is particularly stable.
-18-
Miss M often sneers at this peaceful world where one cannot draw a sword and chop wildly, but there is no way. Since Mr. P specifically asked for McDonald's, he would bring her here.
Because there is no fast food restaurant in the system world that can satisfy Miss M.
Because every time she goes in to order, she can't help but blow the robot's head off.
…Ms. M really hates robots, but in the system world, only robots and subsystems work in positions such as food, clothing, housing and transportation.
If you order takeout using the subsystem, she'll complain that the burger is cold and the meat is greasy. In short, she's very difficult to please.
One time, Mr. P went to N099 World to help a colleague in the Love Operations Department. When he came back, he bought some fast food for a late-night snack after working overtime, but it was stolen and eaten by his resentful boss.
While her subordinates went to the locker room to wash their hands, Miss M opened the bag and took a sip, and was amazed by the beauty.
The heat was perfect, the thickness was perfect, the sauce to vegetable ratio was just right, the breading was perfectly fluffy, and the chicken wasn't greasy at all.
Miss M finished her meal happily and thoughtfully left a piece of bread with sauce for the staff.
Mr. P, who opened his midnight snack bag while working overtime, said: "..."
-19-
Okay.
At least a corner of bread was left.
-20-
From then on, whenever Miss M wanted to eat a teriyaki chicken burger, she would definitely ask for the McDonald's located at the school gate in N099 World.
Anyway, she has a subordinate who can efficiently complete time and space deployment, so the time it takes to travel across the world is about the same as going downstairs to a convenience store.
Mr. P would also say "OK" every time.
-twenty one-
Speaking of which, well...
It was because of this that Miss M started going to N099 World to eat teriyaki chicken burgers.
She just bought an entertainment magazine and happened to come across...
-twenty two-
"This male star is pretty good-looking."
When Mr. P joined the company for 45 years.
The boss, who was lying on the sofa with a facial mask on, said, "Xiao P, I like him. Drag him over to sleep with me."
Mr. P, who was handling the complaint: “…”
-twenty three-
With more than 40 years of work experience, he thought he was used to his boss's madness.
But the fact is that there is nothing a mentally ill person can't do, except what you can't imagine.
-twenty four-
The mentally ill are invincible.
-25-
That day, Mr. P and his boss argued for a long time in the office.
He tried to explain that the male celebrity Miss M had mentioned was a living person, and that system employees were absolutely forbidden from getting involved with living people. This was a violation marked bright red in the employee handbook by the main system, and anyone found guilty would be immediately fired.
As a result, Miss M said that the main system was rubbish, and if it dared to fire her, she would kill it, so it was OK to jump around and violate the rules repeatedly.
Mr. P further put forward a theory, saying that the system employees are essentially undead. As undead whose various senses rely on the system's energy supply, it is impossible for them to have desires outside the system world, let alone physiological reactions - unless multiple employees act together, or build a unique data magnetic field, so that the main system will assume that these employees are working or playing outside and continue to provide sensory services.
Miss M pointed out that Xiao P can also build a unique data magnetic field. Xiao P is also a system employee, so Xiao P can take me to find the male star, and then I will clap happily with the male star, and Xiao P, who provides the sensory experience, will crawl under the bed.
Mr. P...
Mr. P was speechless.
-26-
It wasn't the first day he realized that in the eyes of his resentful boss, he was just a useful tool. He gave her a place to live, cooked for her, did her housework, and even matched her clothes. He was even more of a tool than a tool...
But I didn't expect him to be so thorough.
Who! Would! Climb under the bed and provide sensory enjoyment when the boss is happily clapping?
After all, this is beyond the scope of his job.
This is definitely not within the duties of a subordinate.
-27-
...and all the senses are adjusted and provided by him under the bed. What use is that male star in bed?
According to this theory, if the boss brings a golden retriever into the room, he can use data to remotely adjust the sensory experience of happy applause.
The boss might as well have brought a big golden retriever into the room, at least he could have made it sit still and eat dog food.
-28-
After several attempts of persuasion, Ms. M had to regretfully give up the plan of having her employees hide under the bed.
She didn't really want to go to other worlds alone. It was boring without Little P.
"Then why don't I contact the client and find a way to turn that male celebrity into an undead, and then drag him into the system world to meet me..."
Mr. P couldn't stand it any longer.
He used a very firm attitude to stop his crazy boss and told her that that was a living person, and that life was precious and needed to be cherished and protected.
Killing a male celebrity just because you want to sleep with him, what a psychopathic logic.
It's okay to persecute employees who are essentially undead on a regular basis, and it's okay to persecute monsters and ghosts when they are on missions, but it's absolutely, absolutely not allowed to do so to living people.
Things that can be resurrected infinitely are not considered life and are not worth cherishing.
We only have one life, so we should cherish it.
Mr. P is an angel who will protect even his infinitely resurrected undead colleagues. He will never let his boss's scythe point at the living.
-29-
Ms. M thinks that only subordinates who seriously emphasize this point are mentally ill.
She had seen too much; some living people were even more disgusting than the lost souls... Good and evil were eternal entanglements and issues that would appear in all worlds.
She'd also seen guys who tried to save all lives equally...either too naive or with problems.
But, which one is Xiao P?
Miss M can't see clearly.
Is that guy really trying to save all lives equally? Is he truly incapable of lying? What lies beneath the shallows?
Miss M is hard to figure out.
...Well, never mind. The N099 world is quite peaceful.
Besides, she doesn't like things that are too complicated.
I'm just bored and want to have some fun.
-30-
The subordinates in front of her were still trying to persuade her not to persecute the male star, but Miss M had no male stars in her mind at all.
Miss M just looked into Mr. P's eyes.
Light blue, sparkling.
...Come to think of it, she didn't actually want to pull any celebrity to sleep with her. She just saw the gossip that "a male celebrity hugged a young model into a hotel, and his aloof girlfriend was hysterical."
Miss M has been tormenting Mr. P in various ways for more than 40 years and has never seen him hysterical. She really wants to see his sanity break down, and sometimes she even dreams of the beautiful scene of little P going crazy.
-31-
...Of course, she really couldn't imagine what Xiao P would look like when he collapsed, so she couldn't see his face clearly every time and woke up from the dream.
People like Xiao P are fun only when they go crazy!
It's definitely fun to see the bottom line of someone like Xiao P being broken!
You understand? Everyone should understand, right? People like Xiao P deserve to be stained red, stained, and broken into pieces.
Woo woo.
Any method will do.
I really want to stir his eyes.
-32-
So, looking into his eyes, Miss M blurted out:
"It's really annoying that you're reacting so strongly. Then why don't you come sleep with me?"
“…”
-33-
That was the first time in more than 40 years that Mr. P encountered sexual harassment at work by his boss.
That was also the first time in more than 40 years that Miss M saw Mr. P's pupils tremble.
She suddenly became very interested.
——Sleeping with Little P.
Sleep with little P!
How come she didn't think of such a simple way to shake him up!
-34-
So Miss M also summoned an energy that she hadn't had in hundreds or even thousands of years:
"If you agree, I can help you write a self-criticism. Ten thousand words."
-35-
Mr. P's pupils trembled again.
Ten thousand words!
Ten thousand words!
...Are you, the resentful boss, finally going to have to handle complaints and write accident reviews yourself?
...Over forty years of work experience, over forty years of oppression... He spent every day and night grappling with his boss's mountain of customer complaints...endless handling reports...endless accident reviews...unresolved complaints that could be flipped out of the cream on Christmas cake...
She actually wanted to write the resentful boss herself!
A full 45 years! This was the first time in 45 years that she offered to write it herself! And she wrote 10,000 words!
-36-
Mr. P was shamefully tempted.
He shamefully agreed to the deal.
-37-
"This is just the first time, and it won't happen again."
When he came to his senses, he and his boss were already standing in front of the hotel in the system world.
...The subordinates were so shaken and agreed so quickly that even Miss M herself was a little confused.
Both of them were actually very confused.
From the hotel lobby not far away came Miss U's extremely enthusiastic voice soliciting customers.
Yes.
A famous love hotel in the system world, it seems that it was renovated by Miss U using her own dormitory.
For the first time, Ms. M began to consider something she had never considered before: "Well...how about...changing hotels? It wouldn't be a good thing if my colleagues saw us. It's just a one-night stand anyway..."
The subordinate said, "Okay."
-38-
Five minutes later they were standing in front of a hotel in the N099 world.
Her subordinates are really efficient.
Ms. M: "...This kind of thing is very exhausting, right? How about going to eat something first? Have you eaten yet? Why not go to the dock and get some fries..."
Subordinate: “Okay.”
Ten minutes later they were sitting in the McDonald's in the N099 world.
Mr. P bought Ms. M her favorite teriyaki chicken burger, a bag of French fries, and gave her a generous tip. He also asked the waitress to write the word "pier" on the French fry box with a black marker.
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M began to gnaw on the chicken burger in silence.
Eat it in small bites, very slowly.
-39-
They were sitting at a long bar under the floor-to-ceiling windows, a bar where people could only sit side by side. There was no need to look each other in the eye, let alone avoid glances.
Even if you focus on the food in your hands, there is nothing embarrassing about looking out the window from time to time.
……perhaps.
-40-
Mr. P was dipping a French fry in the chicken sauce, not really having any appetite.
My stomach is almost like a ball of wrinkled wrapping paper, how can I have any appetite?
He was watching his boss eating a teriyaki chicken burger out of the corner of his eye. It was the first time he noticed that his boss could pick out the lettuce while eating the chicken burger and chew it bit by bit with his teeth.
In the past, the six of her could take down an entire fort.
…It felt like by the time she finished eating, this fast food restaurant would be closing.
"Sure enough, let's just forget it. After you finish eating, we'll go back."
Miss M, who was focused on eating burgers, had a meal.
"I know you only mentioned it casually, but you're getting nervous now... I feel weird too, thinking about doing something like this with my boss."
Miss M pinched the wrapping paper, and the hamburger sauce was almost dripping onto her hands.
Mr. P took a napkin to help her wipe it off and calmed down again.
"No need. I'll write the self-criticism for you. There's no need to do this to me. You're my respected boss, and we should avoid such things between offices..."
-41-
Miss M muttered quietly: "But I just want to have fun. It's so boring..."
"I can go dancing with you to a nightclub."
"Come on."
You are too dangerous in the nightclub. You don't refuse being harassed.
"Then, I'll invite you to go skydiving with me the day after tomorrow?"
"I was going to go anyway. Even if Little P didn't invite me, I had a plan. I'd hide in your parachute bag and surprise you when you were about to open your parachute."
"...Can I refuse this surprise?"
"cannot."
oh.
-42-
After a long time, Miss M took a big bite of the hamburger.
"Never mind, let's do it."
She said: "I feel that now I really want to do it."
Could this kind of thing be felt? He couldn't even feel the existence of his stomach.
Mr. P put the French fries into his mouth, and the unique sour taste of the chicken dipping sauce slightly stung his tongue.
“Are you very experienced?”
"Hmm... Let me think about it, it's easy to forget after being a ghost for too long..."
Miss M looked as if she was struggling to recall something.
Five minutes later, she came to a conclusion.
"Probably, no. I can't remember exactly, but I've always hated men. They're all dirty. What about you?"
"Not since I started working here. You know I've been following your complaints. Anyway, if you hate men, why are you looking for..."
"I'm not interested in women, but I'm interested in handsome men's swimsuit photos. Don't interrupt, Xiao P. If you don't have any interest in death, what about when you're alive?"
"Employees have no memory of their past lives. I don't know if you ask me."
"Then, what if, by some chance, you have a vague subconscious memory of a 'forgotten lover'... just like in a romance novel..."
"No."
-43-
Mr. P smiled. "I have a vague feeling that I'd rather die than fall in love," he said. "And I genuinely want to immerse myself in hobbies and interests that can be enjoyed alone."
Ms. M: He must have been dumped by a woman when he was alive.
He must have been dumped by a woman, right?
Maybe he will be a miserable great magician when he dies.
...How miserable.
"Be optimistic, Xiao P."
She sipped the cola in her cup. "Soon you'll have experience—just like in a romance novel, where I'm the heroine who's going to save you from your career as a wizard!"
Mr. P: "There's no such thing as a heroine sitting in a fast food restaurant discussing her experience with someone, planning to get a room right after finishing her burger. Romance novels need to be pure, Ms. M."
whispering sound.
"No need! Just being cute is enough! I'm super cute so I'm the heroine!"
"Yes, yes."
"Xiao P's type is definitely the passerby or the eternal spare tire in a romance novel - passerby, shut up, don't interact with the heroine, you don't have any lines now."
"Yes, yes."
-44-
After finishing their burgers, they returned to the hotel entrance, chatting naturally as they walked. This time, Miss M walked in smoothly.
Shy? Nervous?
No, I was probably just a little hungry before.
After filling my stomach, I became interested again.
Her subordinates asked for her opinion and then chose a room. Without any further delay, they got the room card quickly.
That time, it was Xiao P who helped to book the hotel. He was always very careful in his work and the room was very clean, as if someone had cleaned it in advance. Miss M did not see any dirt that would dampen her interest.
But when she looked around, she was still a little dissatisfied.
"I'd rather go to your bedroom, Xiao P. Hotel rooms don't seem that interesting."
"Ms. M, a one-night stand doesn't require entering a private bedroom. Once you're in the bedroom, it's hard to distinguish the boundaries."
"Okay. Fine."
"Also, no kissing, Ms. M. Kissing is something only lovers do."
M drawled out his words: "Okay, Xiao P is right..."
It's just a one-night stand, so we still need to draw the line.
——Although Miss M will be familiar with the smell of laundry detergent on his bedroom pillows in a few years, for now, Xiao P is right, yes.
-45-
So the process began and both parties went to take a shower.
As a mysophobe who was eccentrically obsessed with bathing and washing hands, Mr. P politely asked his boss to wash up first, and then he took a long time to wash himself. When he came out, Miss M had already turned on the hotel TV and was lying on the bed with her chin in her hand watching a movie.
She watched the movie, which required payment and was very discordant, with a blank expression on her face.
She even yawned as the movie volume grew louder.
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P walked over, picked up his boss skillfully, covered her with a towel and wiped her hair.
It feels no different from being in the dormitory.
"After washing your hair, please blow dry it immediately, Ms. M, otherwise you will catch a cold..."
"Little P, stop talking so much. You're interrupting my movie."
"This kind of movie lets you know the plot progress just by listening to the audio."
"That's not... Oh, that's right? Then Xiao P, you have to watch carefully. I'll just listen to the sounds."
-46-
Miss M curled up her toes, swayed and leaned as her head was wiped, and finally crawled into the dry and soft towel.
Mr. P heard her whimpering under the towel. "I'm so worried... Great Magician Little P, you have absolutely no experience, how would you know how to do this? Go watch more movies! I picked them specially for you. Catch up on your lessons."
"Please don't call me the Great Magician, Miss M. Besides, you are spending my money on tutoring me. The adult channels in this hotel are very expensive." And there is no need.
"Little P is the great magician. Even without experience, I've seen so many people in nightclubs who don't look like Little P. A hottie in a miniskirt squeezes in next to you and flips her hair around, but you're just focused on holding your fruit plate steady."
"...If you're referring to that lady from that time, I don't think she meant to hint at anything. The hair-shaking movement was probably an epileptic seizure. And she didn't look as good in a miniskirt as you did. I was so focused on holding the fruit plate steady that I could peel your grapefruit."
"Yeah, yeah, Little P can only peel oranges and grapefruits in a nightclub. And yet he still denies being a great magician, haha."
...The mockery of his personal charm will never stop.
-47-
Mr. P took away the towel and got a hair dryer.
The background was playing that extremely noisy and unbearable movie, and the lighting in the hotel was also ambiguous, but his expression was very peaceful.
An angel's smile sometimes has subtle differences - for example, at this moment, when he was blowing her hair, Miss M leaned in his arms and looked up at him seriously without seeing any falsehood.
It's just a very quiet smile.
…It really doesn’t fit with words like “hotel room” and “late-night movie,” Xiao P.
It feels like he only does intimate things with the person he likes, and it feels like he is the type who will prepare breakfast the next morning.
-48-
Miss M tilted her head upwards.
"Don't move," Mr. P seemed to warn amid the buzzing sound of the hair dryer.
But she didn't care and continued to move around.
If little P doesn't behave well later, I will create an accident - Miss M thought dissatisfiedly while nestling in his arms - that bedside lamp with a bit of weight and edges is good - at least if he dies accidentally on the soft bed, it will make him look nervous and surprised, right?
Even Xiao P couldn't have guessed that the accident would happen at that time.
...I thought it would be exciting and novel, but what's the difference between this and being in the dormitory?
She did this just for fun, and if it wasn't fun she wouldn't do it.
-49-
The sound of the hairdryer stopped.
"Please, don't move."
Mr. P lowered his head and bit her cheek a little hard.
The smile on his lips disappeared at some point: "Blow your hair well."
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M stopped moving.
-50-
After three minutes, every hair on Miss M's body was smooth and soft.
Mr. P stroked her hair with satisfaction, put the hair dryer back in its place, and then cuddled the cat with beautiful, smooth fur into the quilt.
After turning off the lights, he lowered his head again, and M, who had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time, raised his head and let out a sigh.
Also biting his cheek.
Ms. M wanted to threaten “Don’t be mean to me” immediately after biting the snake, but she failed to finish.
...Little P's face is so soft.
So soft.
Moreover, it smells good.
-51-
So Miss M bit for a long time, then aimed at his cheek and bit it, just like how she had eaten the hamburger at a snail's pace before.
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P waited for a long time, but still did not wait for his boss's next move.
He had thought she preferred to be in charge... After all, she was the boss, so he was prepared to just sit there and let her do whatever she wanted... But she didn't express any preference, just lay there stupidly...
It’s not appropriate to ask now.
Mr. P did not ask any more questions. He typed the second instruction as quickly as he was doing his work.
forehead.
tip of the nose.
Ear root.
A complete set of instructions, serious and careful.
-52-
Miss M was a little dissatisfied. Is this guy peeling a pomelo?
Layer upon layer, one set after another, completely focused, with no expression on his face.
And what’s the point of the agreement not to kiss? We’re kissing everywhere.
She didn't blush, feel nervous, or shy at all. She thought she had caught the opportunity to make him dirty...
Hmm.
-53-
Ten minutes later, Miss M gave up all the thoughts.
-54-
"...Is this okay? It's based on the movie you chose just now."
The subordinate straightened up again and reached for the bedside table to get a tissue to wipe his face: "Sorry, I don't have much experience for the first time... Um, oops, I can't see clearly..."
The boss didn't reply. She covered her face with the back of her hand and only snorted softly when she heard the words.
Mr. P, who was wiping his face with a tissue, felt that his eyes were a little watery. He wanted to wash his face, but he was not sure whether it was the right time to wash his face.
...Ah, but my eyelashes are sticky...
"...Hey. Go get a towel. Aren't you a germaphobe?"
I just like washing my hands and taking a bath, and you are not dirty.
-55-
Mr. P did not move. He vaguely realized that it was not right to leave to wash his face at this time, so he made a quick judgment and found other ways.
He bent down again and directly removed her arm that was covering her face.
"Can you lick it clean for me? Here are my eyelashes."
Ms. M: “…”
He actually had the nerve to say that about her. This guy is the combination of lust and innocence.
——How could he make such a suggestion while smiling at her with his eyes closed?
"Just drop the 'you' at a time like this... Never mind, come here."
-56-
She reached over his neck.
...your face is still so soft. Damn it.
"Are you ready?"
"*licking sound*"
"Um... please avoid your lips."
“…”
The licking sound stopped
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