Mina

It's another overtime day, you curl up in front of your computer, words and numbers on the screen dancing on your retina. It's been a week, if it weren't for your urgent need for money, you wouldn't have agreed to your boss Mina's unreasonable and illegal demand.

Seven o'clock has passed, and now you're the only one left in the office. At this moment, your phone screen suddenly lights up. It's a message from Mina: "come to my office now 😤"

Usually, Mina should have already left by this time and been busy with her bourgeois affairs. But for that 😤, you still go.

...

In the bright, well-designed and perfume scented office, Mina leans against her desk and assesses you thought-provokingly with her sparkling brown eyes.

"Well..." She smacks her lips, brushes aside her smooth strawberry blonde hair, "I didn't expect you to actually work overtime for a whole week. Congratulations you pathetic little nobody - you have passed my test. It's time to collect your overtime pay~"

Overtime pay - yes, for all the wasted nights, all the energy drinks and coffee that make your kidneys scream, and all the increased risk of sudden death, this money should belong to you. However, as you are ready to receive the banknotes, what you receive is something soft and a fragrant scent that pierces your nerves on the brink of collapse. Mina pounces on you, devours you with her seductive curves. Your gaze is stuck in her cleavage - a soft abyss of lust.

"Here is your pay, little man." Mina giggles, "Serve me well tonight, beg me to offer you a better life~"