"Why are you running?"
Seeing the cross-dressing ghoul fleeing in such a sorry state,
the Deputy General Manager frowned and immediately stopped him.
Regarding this narrow-minded subordinate,
he usually turned a blind eye.
The man was mainly quick with his work and reasonably loyal. As long as he didn't violate the Deputy General Manager's principles, his minor perverted tastes could be tolerated.
"My lord... I... I was just on my way to work," the cross-dressing ghoul answered, his head beaded with cold sweat as he trembled. He didn't dare use a lame excuse like 'I forgot to turn off the stove'.
"Hmm?"
The Deputy General Manager could tell with a single glance that he was hiding something.
But he was his subordinate, after all, so he didn't expose him on the spot.
A flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
'What in the world happened?'
'What could make this damn pervert so utterly terrified?'
'Could it be...'
The Deputy General Manager had a bad feeling.
