Chapter I

With lights dim and fogged, the room was filled with angry and high-pitched female voice.

“You bitch!Are you seducing men with this pretty young face all around?” A woman said and slapped Aysa, leaving a red print on her face.

“No,women boss, please let me go. I'm here to look for a job as a cleaner. Your husband brought me here just to see if I am appropriate for the job ." Aysa,who was beat to tinnitus, ignored the burning pain on her face and defended herself loudly, even though her defence is not important at all for the perpetrator.

"Do you still want to seduce my man and drive me away? You bitch who knows nothing but seduces men, I tell you, don't even think about it!"

Sure enough, the paranoid and violent women boss didn't care about Aysa's explanation, or she didn't even listen to what the other was saying. She only knew that this little bitch, who was younger and more beautiful with bigger breasts and hips, appeared in front of her husband. They even entered a room together!

Thinking of this, the women boss got even more angry. She grabbed Aysa's long hair, and put her head against the ground. Luckily, the room was carpeted, or Aysa would have fainted.

"Help! Who can help me?"

Aysa shouted miserably for help. However, this was a guest room for experiencing blow-up doll, equipped with first-class sound insulation.

Why was this happening? Aysa couldn't understand why she had to suffer all of this. Half an hour ago, she was cheering herself up with full hope for today.

Half an hour ago, on the bustling street, the huge outdoor advertising screen was broadcasting newsletter.

"Hall Russell, the new heir to the century-old independent manufacturer Astrid Russell, made his first public appearance at the recently closed high-end watch fair 'Watch&Future'."

"Ah... so handsome, oh my god, is this man real? I see a sexual body through his couture suit. I want to give him a baby, ah no, I want him to take me totally,and I'm going to exciting dead in his bed..."

"Wake up,you little bitch! Even if he stands in front of me and looks at me, I'm going to reach orgasm immediately."

Into her ear came the frank conversation between the two young nympho girls on the side of the road. Walking in a hurry, Aysa raised her head and glanced casually at the man on the big screen. Then she thought to herself that I didn't want to sleep him, but he was a good fish to rely on.

Why? Becase she needed money, a lot of money, but it must be clean.

Aysa had thought she was an adult now, and could live a better life with her mother, after they were suffering the most difficult days. However, she should kill her mother with her own hands!

Yeah, how ridiculous. Who could dare to believe that Aysa Kit, the weakest werewolf in the Obsidian tribe, turned into a wolf on the day she became an adult at the age of 18. Due to an emotional breakdown, she became uncontrolled and killed her mother brutally. Being expelled by Alpha, the leader of the Obsidian tribe,she was forced to leave her home and completely lost everything.

She wanted to live. To survive, she must find a way to summon and control her own wolf. Otherwise, she could be beaten to death because she was unable to summon the wolf for self- protection, or she could be dragged down by the uncontrolled wolf at the wrong time and make an irreparable mistake.

However, Looking for a job in the past few days, Aysa was met with refusal everywhere, and the words of rejection were still around her ears.

Leaving the bustling street and walking into a quiet one, Aysa returned from her thoughts and stood in front of a large adult shop. She hesitated and did not expect this to be the reason why the recruitment was unclear .

For the sake of money, and without breaking the law, Aysa gritted her teeth and pushed open the floor-to-ceiling glass door of the store—

The layout of the store was very simple: the counter was on the right side of the entrance and three or four rows of transparent display cabinets were in the front Hall, filled with various adult products; each grid was lit with foggy lights. Behind the merchandise display area was a long corridor with closed doors on both sides of the corridor.

"welcome."

A middle-aged man was sitting behind the counter. He raised head and saw Aysa, with hands seemingly strip Aysa naked out of his eyes, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

"Are you the boss? I'm here for an interview."

"Oh! Yes. Come here and sit."

Suddenly, the boss looked enlightened, and appeared to be more enthusiastic. His hand naturally covered Aysa's waist, but Aysa turned around and avoided.

After listening to Aysa's self-introduction, the boss hesitated and said, "Do you know what we are doing?"

Aysa pointed to the display cabinet and said naturally, "Selling sex toys."

"No, the point is the back corridor and the 18 rooms on the second floor." The boss didn't look like a bad guy,

"You're only 18 years old, have you transformed? You must have no experience yet. Our focus is on the blow-up doll experience."

Experience? Of course, Aysa didn't, but she was forced to observe it.

Back then, A senior female student in school often forced Aysa’s classmates to bully her for fun. She once seduced a boy who had a crush on Aysa, and even took a sex video with him.What\s more, she forced Aysa to watch the whole thing in order to make she cry, for Aysa was the only one who cried the least among the bullied, and the perverted senior female student liked to watch her cry.

The law in the werewolf world should is that every werewolf has a mission to find a partner throughout his life. Before finding a partner, a female werewolf would be marked once she has sex with a male werewolf, How could she still be qualified to find a real partner?So, most normal werewolves wouldn't do such a thing.

In addition, let alone experience,coming from the bottom of the Obsidian tribe,she had never heard of such a thing as a blow-up doll experience before. Fortunately, she was smart and quick to enough to respond, and did not affect normal communication.

"I see, so if I get hired, I need to be a salesperson and what?"

"Sales and other cleaning are trivial things. The point is to clean up the blow-up dolls used by guests. You know, some guests who come to vent always have some sort of special hobbies. I'm worried about you," the boss shrugged, expressing some helplessness , "Although our salary is not bad, but, you know, most of the ordinary young girls can't stand those things."

Just a cleaner, a cleaner in a legitimate business...

Aysa hesitated, thinking of the tribe she couldn't go back to, the equally poor little sister who defected in Philadelphia, the small bills in her wallet, she gritted her teeth and said, "Can you let me have a try?"

Just as Aysa stepped forward and gritted her teeth to start working, a figure flashed into the room, and greeted the boss with a slap on the back of his head.

"You bastard and useless filth, you are not fed enough, huh? You dare to bring the little bitch to my place! I’ll kill you two adulterers today."

...That was how it happened. After she beat her husband to bruise and drove him out of the room, the jealous and vicious women boss turned to Aysa.

Seeing Aysa vomiting for a while, the women boss took back several steps with a disgusting look.

Given a chance for breath after vomiting, Aysa wiped her mouth perfunctorily, and tried to find a way to escape in her spinning brain.

"Madam, even if you have misunderstood me, after all of these beat and humiliation, haven’t you done with your anger? I suggest you'd better let me go.Otherwise, you can't explain clearly after the police arrive, I’m afraid ."

Thankfully, she was clever. When the women boss was kicking and punching her husband, she quietly used the landline in the room to call the police.

"What did you say!" The women boss widened her eyes in horror, and wanted to come over to grab Aysa. Accidentally, she stepped on Aysa's vomitus, with a disgusted look on her face.

"Don't bother to beat me, and why don't you check the call records."

The truth was that Aysa did called the police but she said nothing. She instantly pressed the mute button the moment she made the call. After a few seconds, she hanged up the phone because the record had been made.

Aysa didn't dare to call the police seriously, let alone use her own phone to call the police.Because after being expelled from her native tribe, she accordingly became a ‘black resident’ and unwelcome wherever she went.Helplessly, she came to the Venomous Wolf tribe to take refuge with her homie who was an underclass herself, and naturally there was no way to obtain a sojourn certificate.

Without a sojourn certificate, she could not find a job; without a job, she could not obtain a sojourn certificate. This was also an important reason why she fell into the vicious cycle.

After checking the record on the landline, a trace of panic flashed on the women boss's fierce face.

"Let me go now. I promise that I would remain silent and nothing would happen. Even if the police come, you could say that it was a wrong call made by some guest."

Escaping from the shop and seeing the daylight again, Aysa saw a dark sky that couldn't even be illuminated by the city's neon lights.

It was already dark outside, and ,for Aysa, there was one more piece of darkness inside.

Aysa gritted her teeth, came back to her senses and strode forward, turning left and then right, with the nightmare temporarily leaving out of sight.

But what should she do tomorrow? Right now, leaving this hell place was the top priority.

However, just 50 meters away from the bustling main street, a call came from the corner of the front alley.

"Help." came from a very young voice.

Accompanied by the call is the sound of closing the window from an unknown direction.

Subconsciously,Aysa clasped herself with her both hands, recalled what she had just encountered, and thought to herself ‘I can't even save myself, how can I save others ? But, maybe I could rush to the street and call someone else to save him?Right, I could find someone to save him.’