I Was So Busy That I Confessed to My Overpowered Boss

I'm the sidekick of a Dragon Proudheaven male lead.

For years, I've worked diligently and strived to improve, winning multiple awards for Outstanding Cadre, Excellent Employee, and Best Corporate Pack Mule... All I wanted was for the Dragon Proudheaven to promote me, give me a raise, and make me rich once his great cause was accomplished, so I could marry a rich beauty and reach the pinnacle of life.

Dragon Proudheaven is cocky, cool, dazzling, and ridiculously awesome. He's cold, arrogant, aloof, stern, proud, and unruly, making countless young women fall for him.

He shows off, I cheer him on.

He frowns, I light him a cigarette.

He kills someone, I fire a second shot.

He turns away in style, his cape fluttering in the wind. I crouch off to the side, cheering him on as I plug in the fan.

I followed him across the land and into battle, full of hope.

I didn't ask for brotherhood, to share life and death, or to take a blade for him. I only wanted wealth and glory, money, money, health insurance, a luxury car, and a fancy watch.

Now Dragon Proudheaven has achieved his great ambitions. All the sidekicks who once followed him were rewarded with promotions and raises, married rich beauties, and reached the pinnacle of life. I was the only one still crouching in the same spot, cheering him on as he showed off.

He had me at his beck and call in the middle of the night. I worked harder than a dog and slept less than a chicken.

He gets drunk, I make soup.

He sleeps, I stand guard.

I'm not happy.

This isn't right.

I want time off! I want a raise! I want a year-end bonus! I hate capitalists! I hate my dog of a boss!

His great cause may have just been accomplished, but my department and I were still so busy we could barely catch our breath. I kept calling him a dog while dutifully serving as his sidekick.

So busy.

Then... one of the guys in my department confessed to me.

He said, "Brother Liang, I've liked you for a long time."

You taught me how to work and handle things. You're handsome, funny, charming, and gentle. You're dashing and suave... In short, I like you.

...Oh.

I thought it over, then said, "I'm a man."

"You're a man too."

A bamboo gate is a bamboo gate, and a steel gate is a steel gate. There's no way this could work between us.

He declared righteously, "So what if we're men?"

"Real men should do it with men!"

"Brother Liang, give me a chance. Let me take over your life!"

I sighed, touched. Good kid. If only he put this much energy into his work.

Still, as I lit a cigarette and watched my subordinate passionately confess his undying love...

He stepped forward, I stepped back.

He confessed, I stayed solemn.

He asked me to think it over. I lit my cigarette and said nothing. I just kept saying nothing.

So my subordinate confessed to me, a straight man. Calm down. It's no big deal.

No big deal.

First things first, I need to find a time machine.

I bit down on my cigarette, my hand shaking so badly I couldn't light it. In the end, I expressionlessly ignored the guy. After that, I never dared hand work over to him again. Even looking at him sent a chill down my spine.

Until I happened to discover that the guy had been taking it easy and slacking off on the clock ever since.

Damn it, the kid made this up to get out of work!

He shouted, "Brother Liang, spare me!" and wept as he clung to my leg, saying it was all nonsense, that he had just seen a joke online about how confessing to your boss makes them treat you more kindly.

If it works, they can't bear to give you work.

If it doesn't, they don't dare give you work.

The kid wept at my feet, swearing he'd change and never lie to me again. If need be, he'd sell himself to pay me back, even make the ultimate sacrifice...

I didn't listen.

I was thinking...

What if I confessed to Dragon Proudheaven?

I spent all night playing several dating games I'd confiscated from my subordinate, finishing N routes and cramming romantic confession lines until I finally mastered the art of confessing.

The next day, I asked Dragon Proudheaven, my boss, to meet me.

The man stood with his hands in his pockets, impossibly handsome, his features sharp and cold. Broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, he was tall and maturely sexy. We had survived countless brushes with death together. He had risen step by step to the top of the world. His great cause was accomplished, and he stood above all others.

I gazed deeply at him, closed my eyes, recalled the confession lines I'd learned, then solemnly and earnestly said:

"I think... I've become a hopeless fool who's fallen for you."

"Please go out with me and let me take over your life, Boss-chan."

He froze for a moment, then fell silent for a long time. We stared at each other, speechless.

Beneath the night sky, we gazed at each other from afar.

I waited for him to find the situation awkward, then reject my offer to be his bodyguard around the clock, always at his beck and call.

I waited for him to correct my sexual orientation by arranging for me to marry a rich beauty, so I could reach the pinnacle of life.

I waited for him to fly into a rage, kick me out, and fire me, so I could collect N+1 severance pay.

I waited for him to...

The man was silent for a long time. He glanced away, then closed his eyes. His lips were pressed together, his expression deep and cold.

At last, he took a deep breath and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"...All right."

Me: ?

1. Both are virgins. 1v1. This time I want to write a handsome, mature, cool-guy type who plays the straight man in a comedy. The top is a cool, mature, steady, handsome man; the bottom is also an exceptionally handsome, cool, arrogant, and dashing man. Lighthearted tone.

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