She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 259: Citibank, Seven Commandments Society, [Part ]

A month later, Citigroup, Innoton.

It is made up of endless farms and small towns.

In a certain small town, there is a bank.

Female employee Sasha dragged her tired body out of the bank door.

I'm very tired today.

But when she thought about what was going to happen in the evening, she started to get excited.

"Sasha, I heard that you are very interested in Parker?"

The two female colleagues teased Sasha with a playful smile.

Sasha smiled awkwardly:

"Nothing."

The two female colleagues looked at the embarrassed Sasha and laughed even louder.

There is no other reason, the main reason is that Sasha doesn't have any femininity at all.

Look at those two female colleagues, wearing hot short skirts and belly-baring tops after get off work, exuding their charm.

Look at Sasha again.

She was wearing a large yellow T-shirt, a fluffy skirt that reached her ankles, and extremely ordinary sneakers.

This outfit is ugly.

Especially that skirt. These two female colleagues would not have worn such an overly traditional skirt in junior high school.

No one in the bank had ever seen Sasha wear clothes that exposed her calves.

Sasha's top only reveals her forearms at most.

To be honest, in a country where people are free to wear whatever they want, this kind of outfit will really make many people laugh.

What’s important is that Sasha always wears overly thick glasses and never puts on any makeup.

In the eyes of her colleagues, Sasha is just an old-fashioned person.

Moreover, Sasha is not good at speaking and will blush after talking to anyone, and her performance is also at the bottom.

If a woman like Sasha were replaced by a man, many people might have some ideas.

Is there that kind of transparent person in your class?

He always speaks in a silly way, his clothes are always dirty, and his hair is either an irregular shape or a buzz cut.

When you recall your school days, you can never remember his name, you just know that there was such a person in your class.

It doesn’t matter whether you remember it or not.

Sasha is that type.

The two female colleagues looked at Shasha teasingly:
"Old man, if you change your skirt, maybe Parker will look at you more."

Sasha's face turned red.

I don’t know if it was a prank by an angry colleague or out of shyness, or maybe both.

She did like Parker.

Parker is handsome, cool and romantic. He is the dream lover of many people in the bank.

"Stop there, who's willing to stay and work overtime?"

The bank manager suddenly came to the door and asked the three female employees (including Sasha).

The two female employees winked playfully and acted coquettishly:

"I have a dinner date with my parents today, so I won't have to work overtime today."

"Actually, it's my birthday today. You wouldn't be so cruel as to ask me to work overtime, would you?"

Sasha cursed inwardly.

They were clearly planning to team up to fish for a rich guy that night.

The manager turned his gaze to Sasha.

He knew that these two women would not work overtime honestly.

But... Shasha is very honest and obedient. In other words... she is easy to bully.

Shasha saw the manager's gaze, lowered her head, and whispered:

"I have something to do tonight."

She spoke with little confidence.

The manager raised his voice:

"Shasha, what did you say? You said you were willing to work overtime?"

In fact, the manager heard it clearly.

It’s just that Sasha is too weak and too honest.

Shasha shrank her neck and sighed helplessly:

"Yes sir, I can work overtime."

Sasha doesn't know how to say no.

The two female employees patted the manager's shoulders with laughter and gave Sasha a teasing look:
"You must work hard~"

Sasha curled her lips:

"Ok."

. . . . . . At night, Shasha stretched comfortably at her workstation.

I have to say that Sasha dresses very rustically, but she has a really good figure.

A simple stretch shows off her figure to the fullest, and the loose top can't hide her curvy figure at all.

It perfectly illustrates what it means when small branches bear great fruit.

If she cleans herself up properly, she will definitely be a standard hot girl.

It’s a pity that Sasha never wears any revealing clothes or tight clothes in front of anyone.

This has to do with her family beliefs; her parents are standard Muslims.

If Sasha didn't work in a bank, she would have to cover her head and not even let her hair show.

Any nudity is shameful and abominable.

After finishing her work, Sasha looked at her watch and her eyes suddenly widened.

It’s already half past ten!
Oops, she's going to be late!

Sasha ran out of the bank as if escaping and even said hello to Uncle Sam who was on duty at the bank.

Then she got into her second-hand car.

This car was a graduation gift from my parents, it’s very cheap.

Sasha stepped on the accelerator and drove madly towards home.

Uncle Sam looked at Sasha leaving in astonishment.

In my impression, Sasha would never do anything dangerous and would never drive the car over 60 miles per hour.

What's the big deal? Why are you in such a hurry?
. . . . . .

The car drove up to the detached cottage.

Sasha got out of the car in a hurry, forgetting to park the car in the garage, and even forgetting to lock the car.

‘Ding-deng-deng! ’

Sasha took off her shoes and clothes as she ran upstairs.

Sasha rushed into the bedroom anxiously and took off her glasses which were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.

Turn on the light and sit at the dresser.

Take out lipstick, foundation, eyebrow pencil and other cosmetics.

She put on her make-up expertly in front of the mirror.

Flaming red lips, smoky eyes.

Soon, a mature and beautiful lady appeared.

Sasha walked into the closet and put on a tight black leather jacket with a low neckline, revealing half of her red bra.

Black ultra-short shorts, revealing half of the buttocks.

Put on over-the-knee stiletto boots on your legs.

Sasha blew a kiss at Qianjiaobai charmingly.

Then Sasha went to the basement.

. . . . . .

The walls of the basement are covered with random graffiti, as well as elements such as evil spirit patterns.

The background wall behind the computer desk looks like a Q version of the Skeleton Grim Reaper.

The skeleton grim reaper is surrounded by English writing.

The first commandment: You must believe in death devoutly.

The Second Commandment: Do not call Death by his name, but call him “My Lord Death.”

The Third Commandment: You must follow the orders of the Grim Reaper, the Apostles, and the higher-ups of the Seven Commandments.

Fourth Commandment: Do not force others to believe in death.

Fifth Commandment: You shall not rape women, men, or children.

The Sixth Commandment: Do not buy or sell illegal drugs, and do not traffic in people.

The seventh commandment: Do not be cowardly, be brave to explore and be brave to fight.

Sasha walked to the computer desk, turned on the computer, and clicked on a live broadcast software called "Seven Commandments".

She took a deep breath, picked up the skull mask next to the computer desk, and put it on her face at an angle, covering half of her face.

[Seven Commandments] As soon as the live broadcast software was opened, thousands of tourists flocked in instantly.

. . . . . . .

I am the dog of the god of death: [The Dark Godmother is late today~]

Fuck God, I am God: [Wow, Godmother is still hot today! ]

Long Live Death: [Godmother! Godmother! Godmother!]

I swear in the name of the god of death that I will never masturbate again: [Please whip me! ]

Looking at the fanatical fans, Sasha gave a charming smile.

I'm a jerk at work, what does it have to do with me after get off work?

Shasha took out her guitar, put one foot on the table, and said in a very domineering voice:
"Children, before we begin, what should we say?"

(End of this chapter)