Hi everyone! I am sorry that I did not update for a very long time. Lately, I don't have the free time to sit in front of my computer and write a decent chapter. I just finished my three weeks mid-year exam, and am looking forward to the two weeks long holiday. I hope I can at least update a few chapters in these two weeks! Wish me luck and thank you for your support! Love all of ya! 3

To Andrea:

No I don't. But thank you for telling me. I'm a newbie – a very new one – and I did not notice there is a guide. I really appreciate your kindness. May god bless you, whichever God you believe in.

To Anonymous:

Thank you for your suggestions. I will try my best to make the chapters longer. And um, about Riki's love… I'm fully intended to make him find out how much Iason loves him. If that answered your question :)

There was a hint of mirth behind Iason's apathetic eyes when he recalled their first sex.

"Penny for your thought?" Raoul whispered to Iason. Everyone else was concentrating on the stage – as Riki, despite his fiery hatred towards his suitors, had showed his lust after pleasuring coitus.

However Raoul, unlike the others, was not a bit interested in Riki and looked at everywhere but the stage and saw the joy in Iason's eyes.

Iason turned to Raoul after Raoul asked the question but gave no reply, only stared at Raoul impassively. To Raoul, though, the silent gaze was something else.

For the first time since they met, Raoul felt uncomfortable sitting by Iason's side. "Well," he muttered. "You were smiling…" Iason raised one of his eyesbrows this time. "Your eyes." He quickly added, seeing the change of Iason's expression.

Sometimes, Iason still would intimidate him. After all, Iason was the most superior and powerful elite of Amoi; the favourite son of Jupiter.

A few seconds later, Iason shook his head slightly and pointed at the stage, an action that showed his wish to end this conversation. Raoul nodded in agreement; both of them turned in time to see instead to hear Riki gasped.

The pets that originally surrounding – harassing, Riki would like to correct you – Riki had moved away from him, providing the spectators a better view of Riki, now that he was fully naked.

Now, only F-169A was in the centre of the stage with Riki.

Looking at F-169A, immediately Iason knew why Riki had gave such a big response. He was wearing gloves made by the same material as Iason would wear daily – most probably that was the pair of gloves that he left at the apartment in Apathia, in case his gloves got dirty.

His icy blue eyes darkened. "Enough." His voice rang like a bell in the pin-drop silence of the big room.

Iason's word was affecting everyone in the room in different way. Sudden waves of murmurs bust between the Blondies; F-169A stopped his action in halt and turned to look at his new and only master; while Riki, lost in the strong emotion of Asmodeus, groaned and twisted his body impatiently against the bed.

"Iason," Orphe frowned. Never once in the history that anyone cut off in the middle of the show. It was his job to make sure there was none. None in the past, none in the future and definitely none in the present. "You brought that mongrel of yours to this party. You sent him up stage. Indirectly that means you agreed to a show. Now you're stopping it?"

The subject of Orphe's sentences ignored him. "Cal," instead he ordered his Furniture. "Bring him to the car and send the boy to dungeon." He then stood up and walked towards the exit.

"Iason!" Orphe called after him, not feeling embarrassed. He knew that Iason was all along defiant towards anyone including their mother, the Jupiter. But the rules could not be overlooked.

Iason's eyes cooled. No one could question and deny his action. He did not bother to reply but only to ask:

"Problem?"