After a Misdiagnosis of a Terminal Illness, I Accidentally Slept with My Boss

I'm an ordinary corporate drone, scraping by under my boss's sharp tongue, my clients' impossible demands, and my coworkers' backstabbing.

Then one day, I saw a little advertisement.

"Don't pay 28,000 or 3,800, pay just 298 for a complete health checkup you can take home!"

After thinking about years of working 996, I decided to give it a try.

...I tried it, and it nearly killed me.

I walked out of the clinic in despair, holding a report that said I had terminal cancer.

From then on, I transcended worldly concerns. I stopped caring whether I lived or died, and I fought back against anyone who crossed me. Unexpectedly, my coworkers became friendlier, my clients became kinder, and even my boss seemed to have grown into a mature, elegant woman in her later years.

Boss: "Mature? Elegant? You can't even use words like that properly. What good are you? I might as well go hire a high schooler! Get out!"

Me: "Sure. Let's go roll around in bed."

Boss: "...I'll curse your ancestors!"

Me: "Have you already decided to add me to your family tree? Isn't that a little fast...?"

Boss: "..."

Someone come and tame him already!!

Content warning: The main story is written in the first person.

Theme: Live life well