Twisted Dreams-Chapter 264 - 231: Huaqi, Seven Commandments Society (Part 1)

A month later, Huaqi, Yinodton State.

This place is made up of endless farms and small towns.

In one such town, a bank.

The female employee Sasha dragged her weary body out of the bank's doors.

Today was exhausting.

But thinking about tonight's events made her excited.

"Sasha, we heard you're interested in Parker?"

Two female colleagues teased Sasha with playful smiles.

Sasha awkwardly smiled:

"That's not true."

The two female colleagues laughed even louder at Sasha's embarrassment.

There wasn't much else to it; mainly because Sasha had not an ounce of femininity.

Look at those two female colleagues, wearing hot short skirts and midriff-baring tops after work, fully displaying their charm.

Now look at Sasha.

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

The outfit was horribly ugly.

Especially that skirt, which those two female colleagues wouldn't have worn since middle school, being overly traditional.

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

The most she ever showed was her forearms.

Honestly, in a country with clothing freedom, such an outfit would be mocked by many.

What's more, Sasha always wore excessively thick glasses and never wore makeup.

In her colleagues' eyes, Sasha was a country bumpkin.

Additionally, Sasha was not good with words, blushing at even a short conversation with anyone, and her performance was at the bottom.

If Sasha were a man, perhaps many would have an idea of her type.

Did your class ever have someone who was like a shadow?

Forever mumbling when speaking, always wearing sloppy clothes, with hair either uneven or cropped short.

When reminiscing about school days, you could never remember his name, just recalling that there was such a person in the class.

It doesn't matter if you remember or not.

Sasha was exactly this type. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The two female colleagues shot Sasha a teasing look:

"Country bumpkin, maybe if you changed skirts, Parker would give you a second glance."

Sasha's face turned red.

It's uncertain whether she was angry at her colleagues' teasing or embarrassed, or perhaps a mix of both.

She did indeed like Parker.

Parker was handsome, dashing, romantic, the dream lover of who knows how many people in the bank.

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

The bank manager suddenly appeared at the door, asking the three female employees (including Sasha).

The two female employees flirtatiously blinked:

"I have a dinner date with mom and dad today, so I won't be able to work overtime."

"Actually, it's my birthday today, you wouldn't be so heartless to make me work overtime, right?"

Sasha cursed inwardly.

Their evening plans were clearly to go out hunting for men.

The manager turned his gaze to Sasha.

He knew these two women wouldn't honestly work overtime.

But... Sasha was honest, obedient, in other words... easy to bully.

Sasha noticed the manager's look, lowered her head, and quietly said:

"I also have plans tonight."

She spoke without confidence.

The manager raised his voice:

"Sasha, what did you say? Did you say you'd work overtime?"

The manager had actually heard clearly.

It's just that Sasha's nature was exceedingly meek and honest.

Sasha shrank her neck and helplessly sighed:

"Yes, sir, I can work overtime."

Sasha didn't know how to refuse.

The two female employees giggled, nudging the manager's shoulder, giving Sasha a teasing glance:

"Make sure to work hard, okay~"

Sasha pursed her lips:

"Okay."

...

At night, Sasha stretched comfortably at her workstation.

To be fair, Sasha dressed dowdy, but her figure was actually very good.

A simple stretch was enough to display her figure perfectly; the loose top could not conceal the impressive curves.

It perfectly exemplified the saying, "small branches bear big fruits."

If she took care of her appearance, she'd definitely be a standard hottie.

Unfortunately, Sasha never wore anything remotely revealing in front of anyone, nor did she wear form-fitting clothes.

This was related to her family's beliefs, as her parents were devout Muslims.

If Sasha didn't work at a bank, she would have to cover her head, not even a strand of hair could be shown.

Any exposure was considered shameful, and detestable.

After finishing her work, Sasha glanced at her watch, her eyes suddenly widening.

It's already ten thirty!

Oh no, she was going to be late!

Sasha hurriedly ran out of the bank, even greeting Uncle Sam on duty at the bank.

She then got into her second-hand sedan.

This car was a graduation gift from her parents, very cheap.

Sasha floored the gas pedal, driving madly toward home.

Uncle Sam watched Sasha leave in astonishment.

In his impression, Sasha never did anything dangerous, let alone drive the car over sixty miles per hour.

What's so urgent that she's in such a hurry?

...

The car arrived at a standalone cottage.

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

'Thump, thump, thump!'

Sasha ran upstairs, hastily removing shoes and clothes.

She rushed into the bedroom, took off her ridiculously thick glasses.

Turned on the light and sat at the dressing table.

Took out lipstick, foundation, eyebrow pencils, and various makeup tools.

She expertly applied makeup in front of the mirror.

Fiery red lips, smoky eye makeup.

Soon, a glamorous beauty appeared.

Sasha went to the wardrobe, put on a tight black leather outfit, the neckline was very low, revealing half of a red bra.

Black ultra-short hot pants, exposing a part of her hips.

She slipped into over-the-knee stiletto leather boots.

Sasha blew a playful kiss.

Next, Sasha headed to the basement.

...

The basement walls were covered with random graffiti and elements like ghost graphics.

The background wall behind the computer desk, depicted in a chibi style, was meant to represent the Death God.

Surrounding the Death God were writings in English.

The First Commandment: Must devoutly believe in Death God.

The Second Commandment: Never directly address Death God by name, refer to him as my Lord Death God.

The Third Commandment: Must obey commands from Death God, the Apostle, and the higher-ups of the Seven Commandments Association.

The Fourth Commandment: Do not force others to believe in Death God.

The Fifth Commandment: Do not rape women, men, or children.

The Sixth Commandment: Do not trade illegal drugs, do not traffic humans.

The Seventh Commandment: Do not be weak or cowardly, be courageous to explore and fight.

Sasha sat down by the computer desk, turned on the computer, and clicked on a live streaming software called [Seven Commandments].

She took a deep breath, picked up a skull mask next to her computer, and wore it askew, covering half of her face.

As the [Seven Commandments] live streaming software went live, thousands of spectators flooded in instantly.

...

I am Death God's Dog: [The Dark Mother is late today~]

Kill God, I am God: [Wow, Mother is as hot as ever today!]

Long Live Death God: [Mother! Mother! Mother!]

Swear by Death God's Name, I'll never jerk off again: [Please discipline me!]

Looking at the fervent fans, Sasha revealed a slightly demonic smile.

Being a plain office worker during working hours, what does that have to do with me after work?

Sasha pulled out a guitar, placed one foot on the table, and said with a sultry voice:

"Children, what should we say before we begin?"