Chapter Seventeen: Little Black Skirt:

Jiao leaned against her giant bedroom window. This felt like it got out of hand for her. She had a little “puppy” that wouldn’t go away and Noiz stuck in an emotional limbo. Jiao sighed.

What the hell, man? When did this all become such a headache? Jiao puffed up her cheeks. Still, Roka had his perks. He tried to make her happy in any way that he could. Though it was a bit annoying, Jiao found it flattering. The former priest was quite the looker too. She couldn’t help but to drool over him. Seeing him in the shower made her blush. That in itself was strange considering how she made the men blush while she was in the shower. Add that with the heated nights in bed, ooo!

Jiao frowned at where this was headed. It still didn’t change the fact that she had a little problem. She never wanted to be tied down to anyone. Man or woman, Jiao always had her freedom. Roka seemed like the same in her eyes. Just take his precious virginity and leave like she always did. However, he suddenly became like a little puppy. Jiao cringed at that last thought. I hate dogs, she thought. She couldn’t turn him away, however. His temple boss stripped of his priesthood, leaving him with nowhere to go. In the end, she had no choice but to take him in.

The seductive demon gritted her teeth. Such a pain! Now, he happily lived at her place like a little pet. It all started decent, but then he just had to ask her that question.

“What am I to you?” he asked outright. Jiao gave him a blank stare.

“Excuse me?” she asked. The former priest shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he said. “It’s just…” Jiao took a deep sip of wine.

“What?” she asked. Roka bit on his lower lip.

“You were my first.”

“And…”

His cheeks turned a slight pink. “I think I really like you,” the former priest confessed. Jiao looked at with him with eyes.

“What?” she asked.

“I really do like you,” Roka repeated. Jiao put up her hands at him.

“Okay,” she said. “Uh… I’ll be right back!” The demon raced out of the dining hall and his in her bathroom. Since then, it’s gotten worse.

Jiao didn’t know how to deal with her little “puppy.” On the one hand, she couldn’t stand it, but on the other it proved to be rather useful. The demon loved her reputation, but she needed him more than ever on her little project. Noiz breaking down on her birthday didn’t look good on her. Plus, women still found Mosh rather attractive. This part of the race always proved to be the hardest in her projects. Jiao puffed up her cheeks against the glass.

I do not need any of this, she thought. Still, it was in Jiao’s nature to see a project through until she got the results that she wanted. This one, proudly named Little Black Skirt, would be her finest moment. Jiao lifted her head and swallowed her doubt. I will finish this even if I lose my sanity! It’s my pride on the line, damn it! My pride!

“Jiao-tan, are you coming to bed?” Roka asked from their bed. (It still sounded weird in her head to call it “theirs.”) The sexy demon sighed and shook her head.

“Yes, yes,” she replied. “I’ll be right there.” Jiao turned and walked back to their bed. At least, she would get great sex out of this, again.