Chapter 87 – Overtime (5)

The manager smiled strangely and said.
I couldn’t understand why he was doing this all of a sudden, so I looked at the manager and said.

“Isn’t that a bad thing?”
“Huh? No~ I didn’t want anything to happen, I just said good morning yesterday, so why didn’t you say hello today?”
“… Shall I say hello?”
“Are you saying hello? Are you saying something like that? Are you really in a bad mood today?”

Hearing only what he is saying, he may seem worried that something bad will happen to me, but the section manager’s face shows a bad smile from beginning to end even as he speaks, letting us know that he is not worried about me at all.
If you’re worried about someone, put on a worried face, don’t say it with a smile.
At least that’s the case with people within the normal range I know.

“Chief, is there something wrong with you?”
“Me? Why? What are you worried about? Mr. Anger?”
“No, just… You don’t usually style your hair like that, right? I’m not worried, I just asked if something good was going on.”

I asked, chinning the section chief’s short hair, which was erected excessively stiff.
If you put your finger on it, it feels like it will sting.

“Ha… Are you saying that Mr. Anger is so ignorant when you see it at this time? Don’t you know why I made it up?”

Did you decorate… ?
Her hair looks like a pineapple thorn, but can we really say she’s wearing it?
I looked up at the section chief with blank eyes and nodded.

“Since the team leader decorates it, don’t you decorate it? Aren’t you very feminine these days? What do you mean?”
“… What do you mean?”
“… I said something for nothing yesterday, I’m a person who can’t even think of stealing work on purpose.”

The chief suddenly laughed at me as if I were a very stupid person, and then moved a little closer, as if he wanted to keep Grape from hearing me.

“Why would you decorate it all of a sudden? You’re interested in men.”
“… To a man?”
“After all, the team leader is also a woman, right? I’m not pretending to look at you because I want a partner… Don’t you know this?”

Grape wants a man, so she dresses slutty because she wants to attract other men’s attention?
That’s an interesting comment.
It is also a very convincing idea.

“What does that have to do with the manager raising his head?”

But even if it was true that Grape wanted to meet a man, I don’t know why that would be the reason for the section chief’s hair prickling up.
I was really curious about the connection between the two, so I asked him innocently, and the manager sighed in bewilderment.

“And… The real Anger is terrible… You really don’t know? I thought I didn’t know about this because it was written on my resume that I was enlisting in engineering college, but… Of course, I’m doing this because I want to get closer to the team leader… Ugh, I’m so pathetic…”
“No… Hmm…”

I really sincerely looked up at the face of the section chief who laughed at me for being pitiful and stupid, and swallowed the words I was going to say.
I can tell that the chief put his hair up because he wanted to look good to the team leader.
My question is not why she raised her hair, but whether she did it because she thought Grape would really be interested in her face, her appearance, and her hairstyle… What kind of self-confidence do you struggle in vain, do you live without looking in the mirror… I didn’t understand the fact that the manager was making things up in hopes of Grape seeing them in various ways, and asked if he really thought there was a possibility.

“Eh, do something. Don’t work overtime.”
“Ah, yes.”

The manager waved her hand as if he was tired of talking to me and went back to his seat.
Her glasses are angular and she’s wearing something that looks like she’s going to eat some fruit, and her clothes are a pink shirt and her hair is halfway between a cactus and a pineapple…
Even if Grape really wanted to make a boyfriend and was dressing up, wouldn’t she pay attention to the moving pointed cactus?

Even though her own mouth says that Grape seems to want her boyfriend… Why can’t she be aware of the fact that she has a look that can neither be a man nor a friend?
She seems to be someone who doesn’t know how to look at herself objectively.
After the manager left, I worked hard so that I wouldn’t work overtime like the manager said, and thought about Grape’s words about wanting to make a boyfriend.

Up until now, Grape had been saying that she had no interest in men at work, and she had dressed neatly.
However, no matter how neatly he wears it, Grape, who only looked raunchy because of his body, starts to wear his clothes little by little.
Do you dress slutty because you want to date?
Considering the appearance of animals decorating themselves while courting when looking for a mate, the exaggerated idea makes some sense.
If I hadn’t been close to Grape, didn’t know the account that uploaded the masturbation videos, and hadn’t had sex, the moment I heard the manager’s story, I would have immediately thought, “Oh, Grape wants to make a boyfriend.”

Grape said he could be in a relationship, but he never said he wanted to.
This difference is huge.
Being able to eat and wanting to eat are two completely different things.

While having sex with me, Grape said that magical girls shouldn’t have boyfriends.
If you become addicted to semen, it’s difficult, if you have sex, it’s so good that it’s dangerous…
Grape is a woman with such a lust for sex that she sleeps every day, so she might be wary of it, fearing that if she ever gets a boyfriend, she’ll end up having sex every single day.

Isn’t what Grape wanted, not a boyfriend, but something like the erotic stares she could feel at work?
Considering what Grape imagines while masturbating, it seems more credible that she is looking for a stimulus to masturbate on a daily basis rather than having a boyfriend.
Grape from the secret account is the only guess I can make as I know everything she does.

To conclude, the exaggeration’s guess was wrong.
Grape didn’t wear such a secretly raunchy outfit because she wanted a boyfriend.
And even if it is, she says that what the chief is doing is in vain.
If I were Grape, the moment she saw the chief’s pointy hair, she would have bought a grape and stuck a grape one by one, telling me that dating was physiologically impossible.
The suitable mate for the chief is not a grape, but a cactus that her manager raises with a strange superstition that it eats electromagnetic waves and keeps it on top of her body.

“Is it lunchtime already? It’s early today.”
“Chief, let’s go to the restaurant together.”

After working, it was time for lunch.
Because I wasn’t as focused on work today as usual, I was able to check the time as soon as it was lunchtime, and I immediately pulled out the earphones from my ears and took out a sandwich.
Grape left the office together, probably because he had decided to have a meal with the other female employees today.
All the other employees went out to eat, and I was left alone in the office, quickly devouring my sandwich and leaning back in my chair to take a nap.

“Mr. Anger?”
“… Manager?”

As I lay down on the chair and closed my eyes, Grape, who had gone out with the female employees, came back and patted me on the shoulder.
I quietly opened my eyes and looked up at Grape.
Grape, whose face was completely hidden by his large chest, lowered his head a little and made eye contact with me.

“Is it a sandwich today?”
“It is delicious.”
“… I put yogurt with my name on it in the refrigerator in the bathroom. Do you want to eat it?”

Grape wants to give me something to eat today as well as yesterday.
He said he wanted to be close to me, but I wonder if he wants to be close to me, not in a person-to-person relationship, but in a person-to-pet relationship.
I was about to decline because it seemed a bit off to receive food for two days in a row, but I nodded slowly as I felt a little hungry because I had sex with Rosé today.

“But why did you write your name down?”
“If I didn’t write it down, the manager pretended not to know and ate it up.”
“Aha…”

I never put anything in the refrigerator, so I didn’t know, but if you’re a manager, you act like a manager.
Grape quietly looked down at me, who was lying still, then glanced around the empty office and slowly reached out his hand.
Grape placed his hand on his shoulder and carefully massaged his shoulder.

“Ugh, wait a minute… It hurts, billion…”
“Isn’t your body really too bad? What if it just hurts?”
“No, the team leader is a magical girl… 100 million… !”
“Why are you still the team leader when there are only two of us?”
“That… Since Rafe is a magical girl, isn’t it natural for her to be sick?”

Even without transforming, magical girls have much stronger bodies than ordinary people.
Grape, who would bend her rebar like a thin wire after transforming and break the floor with her fist, would probably be able to bend a coin with her fingers even now.
With her fingers rubbing against my shoulder, it hurts.

“Right now, I’m really only trying to be delicate, about ordinary women, right?”
“No, it really hurts, stop, stop…”
“Hmm…”

Grape ignored all of my requests to stop and continued to press my shoulders gently, rubbing and massaging them.
The moment I grab her by the nape of her neck and knead it, I get a creepy feeling.
I don’t feel that kind of intention now, but I’m terrified, thinking that Grape could break my neck if he wants to.
A magical girl who is not weakened is dangerous.
She can kill me anytime.

“I-over there… Mr. Grape, her neck is a little… It’s scary…”
“Why is your neck sore? Are you scared?”

I was about to say that Grape was going to break my neck, but I thought that if I said that, Grape wouldn’t remove his hand, saying he wouldn’t do that.
To get her to put her hands away, she needs a reason to have no choice but to do so.

“No… When I was a trainee, I almost got bitten on the back of her neck by a demon dog…”
“Ah…”

According to what I heard at the dinner party, Grape was bitten by a dog as a child, so he is afraid of the dog itself.
If he said this, he would remove his hand, and when he brought out a lie he had made up, Grape immediately removed his hand from his neck.
The creepy feeling disappears, and the tense brain melts away.

“Mi, I’m sorry… I didn’t know that… Even just a massage is scary enough.”
“No, it’s okay… But why are you suddenly massaging me?”

When I looked up at Grape, who removed his hand from me and gave me a little distance, I asked, and Grape finally got to the point.

“Well, hey, Mr. Anger, if you don’t mind… I want to work overtime with you today…”
“Yes?”

Hearing the unimaginable words, I got up from my chair and glared at Grape with eyes filled with displeasure.

“I don’t like to work overtime… ?”