Greek Patheon : Conquering The Milf Goddesses, But they are Yandere !?
My name’s… well, just call me your average geek. A guy who spends his nights grinding through video game sessions and daydreaming about impossible epics. And now, my mind’s spiraling over Heavenly Sex, the game that’s got every nerd like me buzzing. On the surface, it’s a classic RPG: quests, adventures, a hero saving the world… Except, nope. It’s a goddamn mythological porn fest! In this game, you play as Eros, the god of love, and your goal is to bend the entire Olympus to your charms.
I let out a snicker, slouched on a street bench, clutching a lukewarm can.
“Man, imagine if I could pull something like that off…”
I can already picture myself, cape billowing, eyes blazing, reducing Aphrodite, Athena, and even Hera to a bunch of swooning groupies. “Pfft, stop dreaming, dude, you’re nowhere near god status…”
I stand up, a bit too fast, my head spinning. Gotta get home; I’m starting to psych myself out. And that’s when a blinding light hits me like a freight train. “What the hell?!” I scream internally. A guy or no, a freaking truck is barreling toward me at insane speed. I barely have time to mutter a curse before I’m slammed to the ground, face-first on the asphalt, lying in a pool of my own blood. Shit, am I really gonna die like this? Like a total loser, without even a decent story arc?
I cough, pain ripping through me, and mumble, “Come on, this is the part where the hero gets reincarnated, right? A magic portal, a cheat system, something badass…” But nothing. Nada. Just the cold creeping in and my vision fading. “Yeah, should’ve known. Real life’s no isekai. I’m gonna die like the loser I am.”
…
[DING]
A mechanical voice booms in my skull, sharp and clear as a lightning bolt.
[System “Submit the Goddess” activated.]
[Host has met the conditions to enter the celestial realm.]
[Host is summoned to the divine audience chamber.]
[The god Eros himself requests your presence.]
“What the hell?!” I yell, or at least try to. My voice shakes, my body’s limp. “I’m losing it, aren’t I? Voices in my head, for real?”
Then, nothing.
Absolute darkness.