-1-
Miss M actually hates blood.
Extremely, very, super annoying.
So much so that the only red clothes in the wardrobe are pink;
As a result, most of the beautiful lipsticks are collected and placed in the cabinet and never used;
So much so that when I see Mr. P wearing a red coat coming to work on New Year's Eve, I will raise a pair of scissors at him.
Oh, the latter doesn’t seem to have much to do with hating the color red.
-2-
Even if little P wears a green jacket to work, M will raise the scissors to him with great enthusiasm.
-3-
But Miss M really hated the color red. She hated blood.
Of course, it's a secret.
Anyone who sees M carrying a weapon and happily moving in and out of the horror world, creating mosaics everywhere, like a monster mincer... will not think that she hates blood.
She is a bloodthirsty madman - this is what all employees agree on.
-4-
"No, seniors, you misunderstood, didn't you?"
"Ms. M is a girl with a very cute face. She has nothing to do with murderers or sadists, right?"
Mr. P blinked his harmless blue eyes in confusion. "She just has a bit of a bad personality and gets bored easily, so she often plays pranks."
Colleague: ...Is the stapler stuck on your head really okay? It's still bleeding.
Why on earth can Angel P always make such comments while bleeding?
"Ah, I'm not deliberately shielding my boss. I don't deny that she's mentally ill and a sociopath. And a mentally ill person like that is a terrible person to have as a boss."
Angel continued to smile as blood spurted out of her body: "But she is not a murderer, that's a fact."
"...No, putting everything else aside, looking at your forehead, I can't focus on what you're saying...Do you need me to stab you to speed up your resurrection? You'll be dead in less than an hour if the blood keeps gushing out of your head like this."
The angel put on a bright smile and waved.
"It's okay, Senior. I'll jump out of this window right now and I'll be back to life in five minutes."
"...Oh. Go for it. I won't bother you anymore."
"Goodbye, senior. I wish you a happy work. I'll be leaving first—*sound of heavy objects falling**sound of heavy objects smashing*"
“…”
-5-
Angel P from the Horror Maintenance Department has really given so much for everyone.
-6-
However, because the angel who said the fact that "M is not bloodthirsty" was too angelic, no one believed him.
But Mr. P never tells lies.
M is not bloodthirsty or murderous.
She would swing her scythe, she would unleash terror... simply out of boredom.
If you feel [no fun].
M had no choice but to create his own "fun" to relieve his boredom.
If there were some other way—something else that was interesting enough, fun enough—
Of course, Miss M is willing to immerse herself in it and become the most harmless girl in the world.
-7-
So she also likes shopping, playing games, watching TV series, tasting delicious food, and dancing in nightclubs.
Especially going to nightclubs and dancing to the sound of alcohol and music. This was Miss M’s biggest hobby before she met Mr. P.
So Mr. P knows her every habit and every preference.
——It’s not out of any emotion. It’s just that I have observed carefully during the 49 years of working with my colleagues and summed up a set of logical methods to save myself.
Distract her and lead her to new pleasures so that you can work calmly.
You know, at certain moments, a ball of strawberry ice cream with crushed peanuts can make Miss M lose her murderous aura.
However, for some reason, the boss seemed to prioritize "playing with Little P" among her many pleasures, and most of the time Mr. P's efforts to divert her attention were futile—if the target was himself.
-8-
only.
Things got increasingly tricky after they started dealing as adults.
Miss M seemed to have found a new way to kill her boredom and became more and more interested in it.
When transactions were frequent, she would even stop those resentful (coercive) and harmful behaviors, allowing Mr. P to temporarily leave the set of "Final Destination" and come to a safe and normal working environment.
But Mr. P himself refused, preferring to continue having accidents… He’d been used to it for 49 years anyway, so it really wasn’t a big deal… But Miss M’s new pleasure…
He couldn't get used to it.
Mr. P really regrets it.
I shouldn't have agreed to the deal then.
He just wanted to maintain a normal superior-subordinate relationship with his boss. Every adult knows that relationships become complicated when they involve the bedroom.
-9-
Mr. P refused to make things complicated with Ms. M.
So after that he has firmly refused to be traded.
If you really can't refuse, just insist on going to the hotel...
...If Miss M dislikes the poor environment of the hotel, she can go back to the dormitory.
But kissing is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not allowed.
-10-
Ms. M: "Okay. Whatever. I don't really want to kiss anyway. I do this just to avoid being bored."
...Under Miss M's indifferent attitude, Mr. P finally succeeded in defending his bottom line.
-11-
Ms. M actually doesn’t understand Mr. P’s bottom line setting standards.
This guy could even smile like an angel and say "OK" when dying, but he refused to kiss her. Surely he has something wrong with his brain.
It had nothing to do with murderous intent or desire; it was simply the contact of human organs used for eating...
laugh.
What's the big deal about kissing?
Miss M doesn't believe that kissing can cause "heart pounding" or "face flushing".
Although she always pretends to have a fragile girlish heart, in fact, her heart has not stopped beating for who knows how long.
…If my heart could beat normally, I wouldn't get bored so easily.
Besides, I reached adulthood early.
I died a long, long time before Little P... Whether counting birthdays or memorial days, I'm much, much older than him...
Would you care about something like "kissing", which only children would care about?
ha.
I've done all sorts of shit with Xiao P himself... I've even almost memorized the brand of laundry detergent he uses to clean his bedroom pillows... There's no way I'm going to feel fresh or nervous...
so.
Impossible, you still care about things like kissing.
-12-
……snort.
Even if Xiao P didn't refuse, I wouldn't suggest kissing.
childish.
-13-
"Bang bang" Miss M slammed her bloody boots against the shoe cabinet at the door, walked into the entrance with a sullen face, and slammed the door with her backhand, making it bang loudly.
It's totally OK not to kiss.
Whenever I see Little P, run into Little P, talk to him, and tease him with new tricks...
This bad mood stained with blood will definitely disappear.
...Ah, ah.
It's really annoying.
Dirty, smelly, blood.
-15-
Why stain her skirt?
Why wrap her fingertips.
Why surround her?
It feels so sticky...
Irritable...
Can [Blood] itself be cut off?
…If I can't cut off the blood itself, then I'll wipe out the annoying creatures that bleed… Scarlet scarlet… all of it…
M closed his eyes and deleted the image that appeared in his mind.
She had been immersed in the EN numbered series world for five days and five nights, doing nothing but exterminating the undead that attacked the employees. Now she seemed a little abnormal.
Sometimes Miss M herself would judge that she was mentally "abnormal" because she was really a pleasure-oriented and extremely willful person -
At least now, Miss M knew that she just wanted to enjoy a bubble bath and wash off the blood she had gotten from working.
Instead of rushing into some unknown world, being immersed in screams, and being stained with a pile of even more smelly blood.
-16-
"… Read a magazine. Take your mind off it and pick out a new outfit to go with the limited edition lipstick."
So, walking out of the entrance, M picked up the magazine as he passed through the living room - the magazine that he had not finished reading five days ago and was covering the back of the sofa.
After picking up the magazine, she stepped on her bloodstained white socks with her heels and walked towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of small bloody footprints on the wooden floor.
As the figure disappeared behind the bathroom door, she also threw away her uniform skirt and tie.
-17-
M was too lazy to go to the locker room or get a towel; it was too much trouble.
After get off work, she kept taking off her clothes as she walked back to the dormitory, regardless of whether there was blood on her body.
It’s my own dormitory anyway.
-18-
Although the staff dormitory is called a "dormitory", it actually has nothing to do with the dormitories in the real world.
The term "staff dormitory" simply means "a place allocated by the main system for employees to rest and live."
In essence, staff dormitories can be of any shape, depending on the owner's preference... As long as your salary can support it, living in a UFO is not impossible.
The robots in the villain god's department all live in a UFO.
Robots really love UFOs.
As far as M knows, Miss U from the Love Maintenance Department has also converted her residence into a love hotel.
Because her last wish seems to be "to wake up on a super-large water bed with a different beauty every day."
-19-
...However, in the system world, there are some strict regulations regarding dormitories, and employees cannot completely let themselves go.
——The scale, size and luxury of staff dormitories are directly related to the employees’ qualifications.
Employees without experience were assigned to small dormitories, and even if they wanted to build spaceships, they could only build ultra-small ones... Many facilities were even prohibited... like swimming pools and golf courses...
Only qualified employees can create as much as they want.
As for Miss M’s employee qualifications…it’s no exaggeration to call her dormitory a “fantasy castle”.
No one in the system world dares to build a dormitory bigger than M’s, unless that guy is the main system personified to experience life.
-20-
Ah, if the main system were to be personified and experience life, it would probably also be hammered into the ground by M.
The main system has been avoiding M for more than a year or two.
Anyone can see its relief (helplessness) from the huge bonus it gave to Angel P.
-twenty one-
That's getting off topic.
In short, Miss M has the most luxurious dormitory in the system world and can do whatever she wants.
Even if you build a small world on the spot, it's OK. Even if you build ten diamond fantasy castles like the one in the Barbie movie, it's no problem.
But all her wages were lost due to customer complaints.
Not having your salary deducted by the main system every month is a victory.
——Forget about building a fantasy castle. Miss M’s salary can’t even afford to build a farmer’s stable next to the fantasy castle.
At most, it’s enough to buy two bales of grass.
-twenty two-
Miss M can save money.
As long as she doesn't go crazy, she won't be complained about, and if she isn't complained about, she won't have to pay any money.
The numbers written on the payroll were quite high before any deductions were made.
...But can M not go crazy? She can't.
In pursuit of fun, Miss M has no problem even if she can only huddle in two bundles of hay to spend the winter!
The power of mental illness is unlimited!!
-twenty three-
"...Then why don't you just hide in those two hay bales? Don't sleep on the office sofa, okay?"
Mr. P, who was in his 22nd year at the time, said, "The power of mental illness is limitless. Have you ever seen a cool and arrogant mental patient sleeping on the office sofa?"
He didn't see the blanket clearly when he went to pour the coffee, and when he saw the sofa shaking out of the corner of his eye, he almost spilled the hot coffee on it.
...By the way, at this hour, I've come to work to pour coffee, why are you still lying in bed...or on the sofa?
Ms. M: "Two bales of hay are really cold. Little P, are you so heartless after seeing the miserable plight of your superior?"
Mr. P: But you just need to stop being crazy. Stop getting complaints from customers. Stop having your salary docked.
"Little P... wuwu... look at how the main system bullies me..."
"No, your misery is entirely your own fault."
"*Sword drawing sound*"
"I understand. I'll try my best to think of a solution."
-twenty four-
A week later, the cat bed that Mr. P bought online arrived.
He explained that "it can be used in the office" while placing it next to the potted plant. He also showed her the excellent folding function and gave her a gentle tip: "You can fold it during working hours so it won't interfere with my work."
Ms. M, who had been sleeping on the sofa for a week, said: "..."
-25-
She drew her sickle for the first time in her office.
-26-
...and then nothing happened.
After Mr. P was resurrected, he regretfully collected the fragments of the cat's bed.
"I'll let it go, but could you please not break it into pieces? I could have returned it..."
"*Sword drawing sound*"
"If you don't want to stop, then don't. Hey, don't get angry. Put away your claws... your knife."
-27-
Thinking of the past, Miss M squinted her eyes comfortably and immersed herself in the hot water in the bathtub.
When Xiao P entered the company for 22 years... a lot of interesting things happened that year... hehe.
“Knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
-28-
"Come in, come in~ I'm taking a bubble bath, it's okay."
"...Okay. Could you please stop leaving your clothes lying around?"
The subordinate walked into the bathroom carrying a laundry basket and gestured to her to look at the socks in his hand: "I've told you many times that blood on the floor is hard to wash."
Miss M buried herself in the growing bubbles and turned to look at him.
Mr. P seemed to have just come back from outside, with the hood of his down jacket half drooping on his head, as if a layer of snow had fallen on his golden hair.
Because the bathroom door opened and closed, more bubbles flew out a little.
Miss M watched the bubbles fly by, and one of them landed on his shoulder.
…It seemed that her mood, which had been ruined by the blood, immediately disappeared into the bubble.
-29-
"don't want."
Miss M snorted and laughed: "It's my dormitory anyway, what does it matter?"
"…It's my dorm, Ms. M. You only threatened me with a sickle during my 22nd year of service and are now temporarily staying here."
After confirming the density and strong shielding of the bubbles, Mr. P walked over and sat on the edge of the tank with familiarity.
He bent down to test the water temperature: "It's too cold... Did you mess with the water heater again?"
Ms. M: "It's warm water... I mixed it with warm water."
"You need hot water for a bath. Especially in winter. You didn't even turn on the heater... You really are..."
Miss M picked up the bubbles and wanted to take the opportunity to blow the big bubbles towards his face.
Annoying little P, so nagging.
"Men who talk too much are not popular."
-30-
Mr. P turned on the bathroom heater with the remote control and looked down at her.
There were bubbles on the top of his head and the tip of his nose. The boss was completely immersed in the bubbles, with only a pair of black round eyes exposed.
…She put so much bath salts in there.
Did you empty the whole bag?
-31-
"I don't need to be popular. No man with a female boss sitting in his bathtub would be considered by the opposite sex."
Mr. P bent down again, this time he passed in front of Ms. M to check the bubble bath salts she placed on the other side——
"If I'm popular, you should move out of my dormitory..."
Miss M blinked.
She didn't pay any attention to her subordinate's subsequent chatter, and only noticed the bubbles raised by his actions.
Large clusters of pink bubbles floated up to his shoulders, passed over his nose, and landed back in her palm.
Mr. P straightened up, holding the half-empty bag of bath salts: "So you..."
"Hey. Little P."
-32-
The boss said seriously, "The atmosphere just now seemed very suitable for exchanging a kiss on the cheek."
-33-
"…Why? Because of the bubbles?"
"Because of bubbles. Pink bubbles floated onto you! And then they floated back here!"
Mr. P: My boss must be mentally ill.
"Let me refuse."
Sitting in the bathtub, he gently patted his boss on the head with a half-empty bag of bath salts. "You and I are not in a kissing relationship. Exchanging cheek kisses because of some stupid atmosphere, for this kind of thing, you should go find your boyfriend."
-34-
whispering sound.
"Little P is so boring."
"Yes, yes."
The author has something to say:
Mr. P (mopping the floor after washing socks): So please go to your boyfriend for this kind of thing.
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