The danger's gone, at least for now. Pan and his satyrs tucked tail and ran, and the dryad village can breathe again. I'm heading to the tent they gave me, a wooden and vine shack that smells of sap and magic. The dryads eye me as I pass, and damn, it's not the pitying looks from before. Their eyes gleam, hungry, sliding over my half-naked chest, my torn toga barely hiding my dick. These women, with their goddess curves and whispers, want me. Me, Kévin, the loser turned Eros. I wink at them, and some blush, others bite their lips. Yeah, the Seductive Aura is doing its job.
I reach my tent, a secluded spot by a stream. Inside, it's cozy: a mossy bed, floating vegetal lanterns, and a crackling fire outside. I collapse onto a stool by the flames, exhausted. "Fuck, what a mess," I growl, staring into the fire. Shadows dance on my face, and I feel anger rising. "Damn you, Eros, why'd it have to be me dealing with your shitty mess?" I replay Zeus's tribunal, Ares's sneers, and that asshole system throwing quests at me like I'm some NPC.
[DING]
The interface flickers, and a message appears, cold and mocking:
[Be glad you're no longer the piece of shit you were.]
I scoff, bitter. "Glad, my ass. All of Olympus wants my head, not exactly jumping for joy here." Zeus, Ares, Hera… they're hunting me like a dog. And here I am, playing hero in a body that's not even mine.
Another message pops up, and I can feel the system's mockery grating on my nerves:
[Stop whining, you pathetic shit.]
I glare at the interface, fists clenched. "If I could punch you, I would, you prick," I mutter. The system's screwing with me, but it's right about one thing: I'm in deep shit, but I'm not the Kévin who worked in a call center anymore. I'm Eros, fallen god, with powers that make women quiver and Minotaurs explode.
A new message flashes, and this one's interesting:
[Since Olympus is after you, why not become a vengeful phantom, a scourge to the gods?]
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips. "A vengeful phantom, huh?" I think back to those games where a badass hero wrecks everything, defying the heavens. "Yeah, why not. No turning back now." My blood pulses, and for the first time, I feel a fire in me that's not just rage or lust. It's ambition.
The interface lights up again, and a list of daily quests appears:
[Daily Quests]
- Physical Training: 100 push-ups, 50 pull-ups, run through the forest (Strengthens divine body).
- Power Mastery: Use Erotic Strike 10 times, Divine Touch on 5 targets (Increases skill potency).
Reward: +50 charisma points, +10% to Seductive Aura.
Penalty: Loss of respect from the dryads.
I read the objectives, thinking it's doable. Just gotta get off my ass. But before I can plan anything, the tent flap parts, and Sylva steps in. Holy shit. She's wearing a sheer silk dress, so thin I can see everything: her round breasts, hard nipples, and her smooth, glistening pussy under the fabric. She lowers her eyes, shy, her cheeks flushed.
"Sylva, what are you doing here?" I ask, my voice rough. She looks away, silent, then slowly unfastens her dress. The fabric slides to the floor, leaving her naked, her body shimmering under the lantern light. Her breasts bounce slightly, her perfect ass taunting me, and my dick hardens instantly.
A grin spreads across my face. "Alright, I get it," I say, standing. I approach, brushing her face. Her skin's soft, warm, and she trembles under my touch. I lean in and kiss her, soft at first, then harder, my tongue invading her mouth. She moans, her hands gripping my shoulders.