I stagger to my feet, legs still shaky, the torn toga hanging loosely on my hips. Eros's body is something else—sculpted muscles, golden skin that glows even under this stormy sky. But fuck, inside, I'm still Kévin, the loser. I stumble to a flat rock and sit, head in my hands. "Alright, Kévin, take stock," I mumble. "You're in a shitty world, banished from Olympus, with a system that treats you like a dog. Awesome." The wind howls through twisted trees, and the air smells of wet earth and… something sweet? Weird.
I snap my fingers, remembering the game. "System, show me my status, damn it." A holographic interface flickers before my eyes, like a Heavenly Sex menu. Lines of text scroll, and I read, brows furrowed.
[Host Status]
Name: Kévin (Eros)
Rank: Fallen God (Level 1)
Powers: Divine Charm (weakened), Seductive Aura (10%), Erotic Strike (base level)
Active Quests: Survive your first night as a fallen god
Penalties: Imminent degradation of divine status
Charisma Points: 50/1000
Note: You're screwed, but you've got a god's body. Do something with it.
"Charming," I grumble, dismissing the interface with a wave. Fifty charisma points? In the game, you needed hundreds to sway a minor goddess. I'm barely at tavern NPC level. And this "Erotic Strike"? Sounds like a cheat move, but in my state, I bet it's just a sparkler.
A crack echoes in the forest. I freeze, heart pounding. "What the hell?" I leap onto a low branch, clinging like a clumsy monkey. Thank you, Eros's body, or I'd have faceplanted. Hidden in the shadows, I watch. Heavy steps, a raspy breath. Something's coming. And then, she appears.
A dryad. Holy shit, a dryad. A woman straight out of a fantasy, breathtaking. Green hair cascading over her shoulders, skin shimmering like bark in sunlight, round breasts bouncing with each step, and an ass… fuck, an ass so perfect I could write poetry about it. She's running, panicked, glancing back. Her eyes glow with fear, and she cowers at the base of my tree, trembling like a leaf.
I want to climb down, but a roar rips through the air. A Minotaur, massive, gleaming horns, bulging muscles, bursts from the brush. The dryad screams, and the interface flickers again.
[New Quest: Save the Dryad and Win Her Favor]
Objective: Eliminate the threat and protect the dryad.
Reward: Dryad's favor, +100 charisma points.
Failure: Probable death. Good luck, loser.
"Seriously?" I mutter, but my blood's pumping. It's like the game, except this is real. The dryad's trembling, the Minotaur's charging. No time to think. I leap from the branch, landing in front of her like a wannabe hero. "Hey, beefcake, over here!" I yell, more reflex than courage.
The Minotaur roars, red eyes locked on me. It charges, horns lowered. My loser instinct screams to run, but Eros's body moves on its own. I raise my hand, feeling a heat surge within. "Get lost, asshole!" I shout, and a golden light shoots from my palm. Erotic Strike, I guess. The beam hits the Minotaur square in the chest, and holy shit—it explodes into ashes, like it never existed.
[Quest Completed: Save the Dryad and Win Her Favor]
Reward: +100 charisma points. Dryad's favor unlocked.
I turn to the dryad, panting. "You okay?" I ask, trying to play it cool, even though I'm still freaking out.
She stands, her green eyes piercing me. "You… you saved me," she whispers, her voice like honey. "I'm Sylva. Come, my village isn't far." She grabs my hand, and a shiver runs through me. Her breasts brush my arm, and I have to stop myself from drooling like a teenager.
We walk through the forest, and she leads me to a village nestled among giant trees. Woven wooden houses, glowing magical lanterns floating in the air. Dryads everywhere—all hotter than the last—stare and whisper. "It's him… the fallen god… Eros…" I catch snippets, and my ego takes a hit. Fallen, sure, but I just dusted a Minotaur, so show some respect, damn it.
Sylva takes me to a simple but cozy wooden house. "Rest," she says before slipping out. I sit on a mossy bed, still reeling. Minutes later, she's back. "The Mother of Spirits wants to see you."
"The Mother of Spirits?" I repeat, wary. But I follow. We cross the village, dryad eyes burning into me. We reach a larger hut, adorned with glowing vines. Inside, a woman waits, seated on a vegetal throne. The Mother of Spirits. Green hair like the forest, emerald eyes that seem to read my soul, massive breasts barely covered by a leaf dress, and an ass that defies gravity. She's… fuck, she's divine.
[New Quest: Seduce the Queen of Spirits and Fuck Her]
Objective: Use your charisma to conquer the Mother of Spirits.
Reward: Alliance with the dryads, +200 charisma points, enhanced power.
Failure: Rejection and possible exile from the village.
I swallow hard. "Alright, Kévin, you're Eros now. You've got this." I step forward, a smirk on my face. "Hey, I'm… Eros. Nice to meet you." My voice wavers, but I feel the Seductive Aura pulsing in me.
She sizes me up, one eyebrow raised. "Eros, the fallen god," she says, her voice like a song. "Why does a pariah like you dare enter my domain?"
I take a breath, channeling the game's dialogue. "Because even fallen, I can make your world shake." Yeah, it's cheesy, but in Heavenly Sex, it works. I step closer, letting my charisma—or what's left of it—do the work. "You saw what I did to that Minotaur? Imagine what I can do for you."
She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Bold. But it'll take more to convince me." Her eyes gleam, and I feel the challenge. It's like a high-level quest, and I'm barely equipped. But fuck, I'm not backing down.
I sit across from her, playing the confident card. "Tell me, Mother of Spirits, ever dreamed of a little… divine excitement?" I tilt my head, letting the Seductive Aura work. She doesn't flinch, but I see a spark in her eyes. It's working. Maybe.