The sun hadn't risen yet, dawn just a faint glow on the horizon, when Eros slipped out of the tent, leaving Sylva asleep on the mossy bed. Her naked body, wrapped in vegetal sheets, looked peaceful, her round breasts rising gently with each breath. Eros, clad in a torn toga that revealed his golden muscles, cast one last glance at the dryad before stepping out. The night's chill bit at his skin, but he ignored it, his mind already locked on what lay ahead.
Crossing the dryad village, Eros passed the night guards, sleek women whose eyes gleamed under the light of floating lanterns. They nodded in greeting, but their gazes lingered on his chest, his thighs, and the bulge under his toga. His Seductive Aura pulsed around him, almost against his will, and he felt their desire like a wave. "Hey," he said, his voice deep, before moving on with a smirk. These women wanted him, but he had shit to do.
He ventured into the forest, the giant trees forming a dark canopy above. The air smelled of sap and damp earth, the silence broken only by a distant bird's song. In an isolated clearing, Eros stopped, hands on his hips. "Alright, system, show me what you've got," he muttered. The holographic interface flickered, projecting glowing lines before his eyes. He navigated to the daily quests, the ones meant to turn him into a divine war machine.
[Daily Quests]
- Physical Training: 1000 push-ups, 1000 pull-ups, 20 km run through the forest (Strengthens divine body).
- Power Mastery: Use Erotic Strike 100 times, Divine Touch on 10 targets (Increases skill potency).
Reward: +100 charisma points, +400% to Seductive Aura.
Penalty: Loss of half your current stats.
Eros sighed, rubbing his neck. "Fuck, this isn't a gym," he grumbled, but he had no choice. If he wanted to take on Olympus's heavy hitters, he had to get stronger. He started with stretches, his muscles flexing under his skin as he worked his arms, legs, and back. Each movement cracked his joints, and he felt his body respond with a power he'd never known in his old life. The loser was gone. He was a god, even a fallen one.
He dove into the push-ups, hands sinking into the damp earth. One, two, ten… by 1000, he was sweating but kept going, his breathing steady. Pull-ups came next, on a low, sturdy branch. His biceps bulged with each rep, and he grunted, feeling the burn. "Fuck, this is what being a god feels like?" he muttered, a bitter laugh on his lips. After the pull-ups, he sprinted through the forest, feet pounding the ground at a relentless pace. Trees blurred past, wind whistling in his ears, and he found himself loving the raw power surging through him.
Back in the clearing, he moved to the divine stuff. He raised his hand, summoning Erotic Strike. A light burst forth, shattering a boulder into sparkling fragments. "Not bad," he murmured, repeating the attack 100 times, each blast more precise, more powerful. Then came Divine Touch. He practiced on trees, rocks, even a squirrel that scampered by—the poor thing fled squealing, probably in heat. "Sorry, buddy," Eros chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow.
The interface flickered, confirming his success:
[Daily Quests Completed]
Reward: +100 charisma points, +40% to Seductive Aura.
Note: You're starting to look like a real god. Keep it up, you damn fallen.
Eros smirked, but his smile faded as he thought of Ares. That bastard was manipulating Pan, and he wouldn't stop there. The system had pushed him to become a "vengeful phantom," but for now, he was just a god on borrowed time with a handful of dryads on his side. He sat by a stream, letting the cold water soothe his aching muscles. "Gotta find that asshole Ares," he muttered, eyes fixed on the horizon.
As he pondered, a dryad appeared, different from Sylva—older, with milf curves that'd make any mortal drool. Her green hair cascaded over her shoulders, her leaf dress barely concealing heavy breasts and a plump ass. "Eros," she said, her voice sultry, "the Mother of Spirits sent me. The village is safe… for now. But Ares is planning something big."
Eros stood, his Seductive Aura pulsing instinctively. The dryad blushed, her eyes lingering on his form. "Thanks," he replied, smirking. "Tell the Mother I'll handle Ares. But first, I've got some… things to take care of." He stepped closer, placing a hand on her arm, activating Divine Touch. A golden spark flared, and she moaned softly, her thighs clenching. "Wanna help me unwind?" he asked, voice low.
She nodded, shy but eager, and he pulled her behind a tree. Wasting no time, he lifted her dress, revealing her glistening pussy. He slid a finger inside, making her moan, then added another, fingering her with divine precision. Her breasts bounced with each motion, and he captured them with his mouth, sucking her hard nipples. She came fast, her body trembling against him, and he chuckled, satisfied.
But he didn't stop there. He dropped his toga, his dick hard and ready. She knelt, taking him in her mouth with an eagerness that made him groan. "Fuck, you're good," he murmured, hands in her hair as she sucked, her tongue dancing on his cock. Minutes later, he came, filling her mouth, and she swallowed, eyes gleaming.
He pulled her up, pinning her against the tree in missionary. He thrust into her, her moans filling the clearing. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and he switched positions, taking her doggy-style, her ass smacking against him. A slap on her cheeks made her cry out, and she came again, her pussy pulsing around his dick. Eros kept going, switching positions—on the ground, against a rock—until he came again, filling her.
The interface flickered:
[Side Quest: Conquered a Night Guard Dryad]
Reward: +100 charisma points, increased dryad loyalty.
Eros collapsed beside her, panting. "Not bad," he said, and she laughed, exhausted. But his mind snapped back to Ares. The Mother of Spirits was right: that bastard was planning something big. Eros stood, resolute. "System, show me the location of that thing I mentioned," he growled.
As the system displayed the information he wanted, a satisfied smile spread across his face.