Damian - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I’ve lost my mind!

I dragged myself home like a walking corpse.

Then I dug up the account.

Holy crap. I really had logged into the wrong one.

Gu Zan’s official account was managed by me, and every post had to be reviewed by him first.

These past few days, I’d been too immersed in the thrill of imprisoning my boss.

I’d messed up at work. Luckily, Gu Zan was the only one who’d seen it.

But how was this any different from a public execution?!

I’m dead, I’m dead.

My eyes skimmed through the posts one by one.

“I really have to resign. When Boss goes up to the whiteboard during meetings, it feels like a mountain rising in front of me #CutestHeightDifferenceMyAssThisIsTheCutestHeightKill!”

“Resign. I have to resign! During the company team-building escape room, I got locked in a dark little room alone with Boss. There was a small window we could climb out of, and he… he picked me up like a chick. He could actually wrap one hand around my waist and lift me up.”

“I’ve already thought of my resignation reason. Due to health reasons (cowardice), I am unable to participate in any activity that requires being in a dark room with a 190-centimeter-tall superior!”

“I really have to resign. After working overtime, I saw Boss in the hallway. Half his face was in shadow, like some gorgeous villain in a horror movie, violent and unrestrained, leaning against the wall and smoking. He really… (chokes up) he really was so scary.”

…

It’s fine. Life will be over soon anyway.

I flopped onto the bed and rolled around.

My phone vibrated.

Damian: “How did the plan go?”

No-Ride Bunny: “It failed. Wuwuwuwu. I almost mistook my boss for you too, because he was also holding a gold chain with a bell on it. Turns out it was a dog leash.”

Damian: “I went to the hospital. Put the plan on hold.”

No-Ride Bunny: “Are you sick? Take care of yourself.”

Damian: “I’m fine.”

A few seconds of silence passed.

Damian: “If I were your boss, wouldn’t that just prove we’re the same kind of person? Wouldn’t that be good?”

No-Ride Bunny: “dead rabbit corpse.jpg”

“That would be a disaster, okay! You have no idea how terrifying my boss is. He’s like… like the murderous mermaid of the Baxiong Sea in my comic, or the alien creature obsessed with carnal pleasures.”

“You’re already a hardcore gloomy male ghost who’s thinking every day about devouring your baby whole, wishing you could stay inside her forever and never pull out. If you added my boss’s physique on top of that, oh my god, I would die.”

Damian: “I would be gentle.”

“I mean, I would treat my baby patiently.”

No-Ride Bunny:

“My boss wouldn’t.”

“He’s publicly acknowledged by the entire company as having the strongest fertility aura. His whole body radiates this beauty of ‘try for a baby and you’re guaranteed to get pregnant.'”

“Why else do you think I planned everything so carefully? I wanted to taste him without anyone knowing, wuwu. If he was awake, one punch from him could smash my head open for taking liberties with him!”

Damian: “You’re very afraid. You want control.”

I replied, “Exactly. I’m a coward. If I weren’t a little sick in the head, I would never dare covet my boss at all.”

“It’s all his fault for being too good-looking. Otherwise, I’d keep my tail tucked and behave like a decent person. But I really want him so badly.”

Damian: “You drugged him.”

Another long silence followed.