-1-
In the end, Miss M still couldn't play with the little P she had been longing for.
She was rejected and turned away, with the instruction to leave: "You may go back to the dormitory and rest."
Mr. P even confiscated the mosaics she had bought.
-2-
Miss M screamed outside the door for five minutes, then the screaming stopped and was replaced by the sound of scratching at the door.
Mr. P calmly put on his headphones and went about his business, blocking out the overly cute scratching sound at the door.
The door panel moved and cracks gradually appeared.
...Perhaps it's because the boss over there didn't use his claws to scratch the door, but the tip of his sickle.
Mr. P quickly swiped through the ordering interface.
"Ms. M, I ordered a cheese strawberry blizzard with Oreo crumbs. It'll be delivered to the dormitory in ten minutes. If you don't go back and rest, it might melt."
Outside: ...
It immediately became quiet outside the door.
There was also the sound of "da da da da" of cheerful running footsteps, but Mr. P, who was wearing headphones, couldn't hear it clearly.
The work tasks left over from this 198-world trip were really heavy, and he had to concentrate fully, otherwise he would not be able to finish them even if he worked all night.
-3-
In fact, it is completely different from the impression left by many colleagues.
Mr. P would never indulge Miss M blindly.
He was able to stop Miss M in time at the delicate moment, not because he was obedient to Miss M and worked hard for her - Angel actually always maintained a very subtle sense of distance towards his boss, and sometimes he would pull on the edge of the distance, and Miss M's interest would fluctuate.
Giving in to her every request will only make her bored quickly because it will no longer be "fun".
Miss M is only willing to take the time to listen to opinions about "fun things".
...In short, Mr. P seems to have a very sophisticated and useful method in dealing with psychopathic bosses.
seem.
A method so precise that even Miss M couldn't detect it, so precise that everyone felt his actions were benefiting the public, so precise...
It is difficult to tell whether he is using this method or whether this method really exists.
If this method really exists, it is a method that can bypass even the sharp intuition of dangerous madmen. It is natural that it is unnoticed and its existence is questionable.
Likewise, it is very valuable——
-4-
While being able to handle his superiors delicately and perfectly, Mr. P never becomes conceited.
Mr. P has an extremely clear self-awareness about Ms. M.
"I'm just a useful prop," he always thought.
Ms. M's claim that "her boss loves Xiao P" was just empty talk; her numerous attacks were just for fun; her proposals for adult transactions were to "kill boredom"; and her inexplicable appearances in his bedroom were because she "wanted to see my reaction when I lose my composure"...
So, what if one day, she really saw the subordinate she had a strong interest in lose his composure and cross the line?
——It’s simple, she will abandon her subordinates immediately.
Toys that are not fun and old things that have no interest in them.
Can only be thrown away.
-5-
Mr. P actually didn't quite know where this strong sense of self-awareness came from. It, along with the resentment of "I'd rather die than fall in love," was engraved in his chaotic brain after he became a ghost.
The employee had no memory of his life, but he tried to guess that with such deep resentment, he must have suffered something miserable in his life.
Because it’s not just the impression that “I’d rather die than fall in love”, Mr. P found that he had no desire to “remember his life”.
It was as if he subconsciously and sincerely wanted to forget everything and start over.
...It feels like a movie about the pain of a broken heart that will make you cry from the beginning to the end. Mr. P doesn't want to think about the miserable past at all.
He refused to kiss and refused to fall in love, from the bottom of his heart.
-6-
Besides, well, this inexplicably strong self-awareness is quite useful in dealing with superiors.
My existence as an individual is not important. I just need to keep calm and provide my boss with the feedback or service she wants.
So, even if Miss M moved into his dorm, used his salary card, hugged him on ambiguous nights, and put her feet on his knees to let him apply manicure...
Mr. P also clearly realized that I was a tool for my boss.
So he could continue to carry out his boss's orders calmly and calmly.
Provide accommodation, supply funds, meet needs, and nail art machines.
It doesn’t matter that I am “me”; what matters is that I am obedient, interesting, and useful.
Similarly, if you arouse and offer equal interest to your boss when he makes a request that he doesn't want to agree to, you can exchange it for what she asks for.
For example, "Let's play Little P now" can be successfully replaced with "Enjoy the melting cheese strawberry blizzard with Oreo crumbs."
Mr. P successfully rejected the request he didn't want to agree to, and Ms. M successfully diverted attention.
-7-
In his boss's mind, he was probably just a Blizzard Ice Cream, maybe a more common version without the Oreo crumbs.
-8-
If someone observes Mr. P carefully, they will find that he will definitely do what he promises, but when he says "no", he will definitely mean "no".
No kissing, no falling in love, and no ambiguous relationships with superiors other than those between superiors and subordinates.
But they can live together, share a room, and even sleep in the same bed.
While earnestly stating that he "would not lie," he used "if" to create specious rhetoric, while earnestly rejecting her and yet strongly attracting her. The strange thing was that it was precisely because his rejection came from the heart that Miss M was strongly attracted to him. She did not think it was a false lie, but it was strangely real.
Miss M will never be able to figure out Mr. P's bottom line.
He seems to be a person who follows the rules, but can break them the next second.
He seemed to be a gentle and kind person, and the shallow sea in his eyes did not fluctuate even when he looked at the corpse.
…In the forty-nine years of living together, she had made countless excessive attempts.
He never dodged sideways, but he also never gave an answer.
...Xiao P, you are really so alluring.
Not to mention, he said "this will not happen again".
-9-
After that night, after that first time, they agreed to do it “just this once” and went back to work.
Everything is ordinary, and the behavior of adults does not cause any waves in their hearts.
Mr. P was standing in the employee locker room, washing his hands in front of the sink and mirror.
Even though I knew she would attack me every day, I never locked the door.
Naturally, Miss M is drawn to any crack in the door. The crack is there so it looks easy to pry open.
So Miss M took the newly bought paper cutter, tiptoed and carefully opened the door, ready to give her subordinate a surprise today -
But she saw it as soon as she opened the door.
Just saw it.
-10-
Mr. P lowered his head slightly, turned his face slightly, faced the mirror, and slowly took off his earrings.
"It's swollen from being bitten... Today, I really can only use cotton swabs."
There were teeth marks on the ear piercing where she had left them last night.
The marks behind the ears are equally distinct, like some kind of tattoo engraved on the soul.
The way he turned his face sideways in front of the mirror made Miss M's eyes easily penetrate into the collar at the back of his neck, and easily noticed the water droplets, marks, and dazzlingly white skin.
Dazzlingly white.
...Really, it's dazzling.
Miss M was stunned at that moment. She couldn't hold the paper cutter firmly in her hand, and it fell to the floor with a clang.
Mr. P turned his head, his movements were not panicked, and his expression remained gentle and normal.
"Good morning, Ms. M. Please do not enter the employee locker room without permission. Is the paper cutter on the floor yours? Hold it carefully, or you might cut your fingers."
Ms. M: “Uh…”
Five seconds later, Miss M thought of what she should say.
"Well, let's do it again tonight?"
-11-
Mr. P: "Only once, Ms. M. That's what we agreed on."
Miss M took the paper cutter back in her hand and pushed the tip open.
She waved the knife foolishly.
"...Are you forcing me?"
Miss M didn't know that her head was still a little dizzy, but the tip of her knife was still bright.
"Well," she confirmed vaguely, "probably. I have to do it. I'm going to do it."
Mr. P looked at her for a moment, then nodded calmly.
"Okay. Let's make an exception then."
-12-
After the second night, the subordinate sat up in bed and gently emphasized while putting on his coat that he was forced to do this and that this was just to meet your request.
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M's mind was still in a daze. She said "Oh" and turned over and wrapped herself in the quilt.
The request was indeed met, and Xiao P was indeed forced, but it was an exception. She should be very happy.
But it's just weird.
There's something weird about that.
"What would you like to eat in the morning? I'll prepare it."
"...Bacon and eggs on toast..."
"OK."
-13-
Little P wouldn't lie. She knew that very well.
When Xiao P says “yes” it means “yes” and when he says “no” it means “no”.
“Don’t do it again”…isn’t a direct “no”.
Huh.
...Huh?
Doesn’t it mean “no”?
If it were translated as "Please don't do that next time"... wouldn't that be just the usual sermon that Xiao P always says... Huh? Huh?
-14-
Five minutes later, Mr. P brought bacon, eggs, toast and orange juice. Miss M poured all the fleeting thoughts in her chaotic state into the rich sugar.
In fact, her physical strength and endurance are both at a monster level. After doing it, she can get out of bed, get dressed and run a few thousand meters or do a five-meter pole vault.
But Ms. M is actually very lazy. She doesn't like to exert effort to take the lead, and she doesn't like to force herself to wake up when she's sleepy. She rests when she needs to rest, and she cheats when she needs to cheat. There's no need to be stubborn.
Because she is already strong enough that she doesn't need to emphasize how strong she is.
Being dominant or passive in bed does not interfere with her causing bloody accidents to her subordinates.
So, when night fell, Miss M naturally handed everything over to her subordinates - if they served her well, it was his duty, and if they did not, she could pick up the bedside lamp and beat him to death at any time.
However, the subordinate has always done a good job, being considerate and focused. If you tell him, "Don't make me move a finger," he will really make her unable to move a finger.
-15-
...Sometimes Miss M would suspect that he had experience in his previous life, otherwise how could he be so skilled.
But she had no evidence, and Mr. P neither denied nor confirmed it.
"Who knows? It's something that happened before I died." He smiled. "Anyway, I'm not interested in love, that's for sure. Oh, and no kissing—please avoid my lips when you rub your face against mine."
“…I know, tsk.”
-16-
[I don’t know how long ago, in which world, at which time]
Miss M pushed the man against the door panel, and the torn buttons on his clothes rolled to the floor.
"etc……"
In the dim light of the hotel, the boy's ears were as red as maple leaves in late autumn: "Well, I want to go on a date first... Can I buy you an ice cream... This is too fast..."
trouble.
You insist on "you can only be intimate after you fall in love", what a boring kid.
Miss M rolled her eyes inwardly and said casually, "But your girlfriend wants to do this right now. Do this thing. What should you do?"
"Uh... then... then..."
The boy's eyelashes trembled.
"Are you really willing to be my girlfriend?"
Miss M was preoccupied with tearing off her clothes, and she became even more impatient when she heard this: "Ah, yes."
Anyway, I agreed to be his girlfriend just to sleep with him for one night, and then disappear. I don’t think he can find me.
Children are trouble.
...But she's fragrant and white, much better than the other men in the bar.
"OK."
Finally, he said softly, his ears, red as maple leaves, trembling cautiously: "Well, but I have no experience... Let's start with kissing..."
-17-
Miss M directly pressed against the other person's head.
"No need to kiss," she smirked, "Just do it. I hate kissing."
"Can……"
"I'm your girlfriend. Don't do things your girlfriend hates."
“…Yeah. Okay.”
-18-
This is the trouble with innocent children.
Forget it, bye after one night.
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