-1-
A few hours later, in the early hours of the morning.
Miss M got into the car.
She was wearing a short peach-pink dress with satin flowers on her chest stained with cream and icing, and she smelled strongly of apple brandy.
"Hello, driver."
She slumped heavily onto the passenger seat, her voice swaying and drunken. "Take me to a bar with the loudest speakers to dance, then pick a hotel where you can check in without ID or cash. I need a hot shower and a one-night stand."
-2-
Mr. P in the driver's seat leaned over and fastened her seat belt.
"You don't need a one-night stand," he frowned slightly at the strong smell of alcohol as he leaned in closer, "but you do need a hot shower."
“…Tsk, who was it?”
Miss M narrowed her eyes and reached out to poke Mr. P on the side of his face.
"Boring, boring, scumbag Xiao P, who refused to even show up for his own 50th anniversary party and ended up being completely taken over by the entire maintenance department as a rave party."
-3-
How can it be boring when I give the anniversary party to you and your colleagues to have fun?
And what does this long string of prefixes of yours have to do with the evaluation of "scumbag"?
-4-
Mr. P checked whether the buckle was locked, then bent down to straighten Miss M's dress which was slightly rolled up - it was obvious that when wearing such a short dress, she should not jump directly into someone's passenger seat in such a heroic posture just now.
In particular, Miss M is not someone who can sit in a ladylike posture for a long time. After sitting down, she often moves her knees left and right, as if she is looking for the best and most comfortable unique sitting posture.
She also likes to wear short skirts, very short skirts.
She also likes to get very close to her subordinates.
...So, Mr. P would often and inadvertently catch a glimpse of something.
-5-
well.
His boss never seemed to care about exposing himself in front of him.
-6-
Was it because they had never considered him as a member of the opposite sex, or was it because they trusted his "angelic" nature too much and underestimated his danger?
I guess both.
…Although Mr. P certainly wouldn't be too upset these days. Most of the time, when he saw something like that, he'd just help his boss zip up and straighten his clothes, rather than harboring any vague fantasies…
If he was an innocent boy who would get fidgety when he vaguely saw a girl wearing a white T-shirt after taking a shower, he would definitely not be as calm as he is now.
He had taken care of his boss's food, clothing, housing and transportation for decades, not to mention a glimpse, and even more...
certainly.
Miss M doesn't favor the innocent type.
So he had to maintain the indifference and calmness of an adult.
-7-
"Hello."
Miss M seemed to be drunk, because she suddenly stopped poking his cheek, added another finger, and twisted it hard.
"How could you be so boring? You looked away even when a cute girl was exposed. Do you really think you have no gender, or do you think your role is just 'mom', Angel?"
"...You are drunk."
What are you angry about?
"Drunk? Tsk, I'm different from humans. I won't be confused by alcohol... The boss is talking to you soberly, be serious, Xiao P."
She pinched his cheek, fumbled around his face, and twisted his ear.
——Twist his ears with both hands and force his head over, eye to eye, forehead to forehead.
"Hey... Little P... Tonight, the boss is having a great time..."
-8-
I could tell from the payment reminders that kept ringing on my private communication channel.
Moreover, almost all my colleagues in the maintenance department sent me photos of the scene from different angles with increasing levels of liveliness. Later, as everyone was having fun and drinking, the content of the communications became more and more chaotic... The photos of the scene sent by Miss U in the last half hour were simply disgusting. For the sake of her life safety, I had to close my eyes and temporarily blacklist that senior.
You can tell at a glance that he's drunk.
Everyone was drunk and having fun.
——Mr. P didn’t have any other ideas. The Angel’s fiftieth anniversary did not require any grand celebration centered around him. As long as his colleagues could have fun together happily, that would be enough.
Besides, he himself is really busy tonight.
-9-
We need to clean up the garbage.
-10-
"…Come back to your senses! Little P! Do you have time to think about other things when you're rubbing your forehead against your boss? Hey, Little P, since this is your fiftieth anniversary, do you want to die on your anniversary?"
"Feel sorry."
Mr. P frowned slightly. "The smell of alcohol emanating from you makes it hard for me to concentrate... You're too close. Ugh, I've never experienced such a strong concentration of brandy... Please continue. What do you want to say?"
Ms. M: “…”
Ms. M: "Haven't you tried it? Apple brandy. We used it to make cupcakes at the end of the party. It's sweet. After drinking too much, U said it was the best perfume of the year."
Mr. P didn't quite understand why his boss suddenly started explaining this kind of problem to him.
In the past, she would have said, "I'll suffocate you to death, haha, I smell like alcohol on purpose", or directly attacked with a headbutt, "You actually think your boss smells bad, do you want to die?"
——But no matter how Miss M's reactions and answers changed, Mr. P was always very honest with her.
"I've never tried apple brandy. Since you like it, I might try it later... cough, but I'm not used to the smell right now, sorry."
A drunk boss and a smelly dress.
...Mr. P's mind already appeared the washing machine in the dormitory and the process of helping her take a bath and change into pajamas.
-11-
Mr. P suppressed the slight hint of mysophobia that was emerging.
——Although he doesn't think or dislike his boss for being dirty, when he sees her dirtying herself, he really can't help but imagine the scene of washing her clean, applying cream on her, and then tucking her into the quilt.
This is the same mentality as when you see a stray cat rolling happily in a stinky ditch. You can bend down and hug her, but at the same time, you can't help but want to take her home, push her into your bathtub, grab her paws to suppress all her resistance in the water, and forcefully hold her head up to make bubbles for her...
So, almost every time, when his boss came over dirty and smelly, Mr. P couldn't concentrate.
Every time, after the maintenance mission was completed, when his boss, dressed in mosaics, made some dark remarks about destroying the world, Mr. P would just nod and "hmm", with his mind full of thoughts like "My boss's finger can't be wiped clean with a hot towel, maybe making some bubbles would be better?"
-12-
"So, what did you want to say just now?"
But this time, Miss M noticed his absent-mindedness.
Because every time she made dark remarks about destroying the world, she would not pay attention to her subordinates at all. She just wanted to unilaterally output some horrifying psychotic thoughts, and her subordinates were just "hmm" machines responsible for wiping her hands and face and cleaning her.
...Also because, this time, she seriously held his face, pressed her forehead against his, and looked into his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is it something important?"
-13-
This guy wasn't listening at all.
No matter what he said, he wasn't listening at all. His mind and eyes were filled with the smell of alcohol and the cream stains on my body, right?
…The words that were about to come out of her naturally were stuck in her throat.
She could have said it smoothly, just like countless times in the past.
-14-
"Hey, I specially wore a set of underwear today, let's go get a room."
——Countless times, countless times, she smoothly threw out this overly direct, strong, and unsubtle invitation, watching her subordinates' pupils tremble, and slightly lose that inexplicable feeling of ease, as if they were shaken by her.
Although she was mostly shocked, helpless, and speechless... as long as she could see Xiao P's expression of losing his composure, it didn't matter what she said or what kind of invitation she made.
Anyway, Xiao P will be sensible enough to ignore those teasings that are casually mixed with "like" or "love";
No matter how outrageous the invitation is, she will eventually receive a reward far exceeding the invitation itself.
…Ah, but today. Only today.
Against his forehead, into his eyes.
Somehow, I suddenly couldn't say it.
-15-
Miss M frowned, with an extremely strong and extremely unfamiliar emotion stuffed in her chest.
It felt so weird.
How could a ghost feel a heartbeat?
Mr. P immediately regained his scattered attention: "What's wrong with you? Your face is so red... Is the alcohol content of apple brandy so high? Well, it's also very hot... I'll go buy some hangover medicine..."
Ms. M suddenly grabbed her subordinate who was trying to turn around and leave.
...That feeling was too unusual and too unexpected. Almost the next moment, she felt a strong disgust.
Dislike the weird heartbeat sound.
Hate these blue eyes so close to me.
"Hey, Little P."
This intense disgust made her blurt out almost in revenge: "The boss forgot to buy you a gift. Why don't you go to the hotel? The boss will fuck you all night as compensation."
-16-
ah.
Oops.
-17-
Almost the next second, Miss M regretted it.
Mr. P froze in his movement of turning his head, and the warmth of his cheek beneath his palm faded. In the dim carriage, he suddenly began to look at her with an unprecedented look - as if a thread had snapped when he said this.
Miss M couldn't tell what that look meant.
In fact, he didn't show any loss of composure, shock, or exaggerated expression. He just looked at her without saying a word.
But M noticed that a wire had just snapped.
"I'm sorry" immediately came to my lips, faster than the bad words that just came out to express disgust.
"I'm sorry..."
-18-
But, inexplicably, this weak and quick apology was stuck in mid-air again.
Because the frozen Mr. P suddenly moved.
It was very slight. In the dim carriage, this movement only created a relatively brighter angle for a part of his body.
——Miss M saw his lips.
White.
Slightly shaking.
-19-
——Then her apology, which came out quickly, disappeared just as quickly. All her language skills disappeared completely. She just wanted, just wanted to——stick to him, out of a strangely strong apology, stick to him, and then——
Lick it.
-20-
Soothingly, close, licking.
It was like seeing a bleeding scar, an old claw mark.
She wanted to... get close... and... gently... lick...
-twenty one-
"Hey! Hey hey hey! Hey—"
The car windows were banging against each other, and the drunken Miss U yelled, "Get out of the way! Just pick up your boss and get out of here! Ugh!!"
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M woke up suddenly.
She immediately leaned back and said, "Hahaha, I'm sorry, I was drunk just now. What I said just now was too jerkish. Just treat it as if I said nothing. Go back to the dormitory quickly."
Mr. P: “…”
-twenty two-
The subordinate hummed quietly in the dim light and sat back in the driver's seat. He seemed not to notice any strange feeling just now, and seemed to have completely accepted the apology in a calm manner.
But in the dim light, his hands gripping the steering wheel seemed to have several tendons popping out.
And, a few seconds later, he stepped on the accelerator with exceptional speed.
“Bang—squeak—Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Ms. M: “…Did you hit someone when you were reversing…someone outside the window…”
Mr. P: "No. You read it wrong."
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