AN: I'm still in the birthday mood. Happy birthday to me! Also, if you were expecting an earlier update, I'm sorry, but these chapters are each around 5K words long, and it is not easy writing so long chapters in a single day.

Time: Next Day

Percy thought that he was backing himself into a corner with every kiss he shared with a girl, but he couldn't help himself from ravaging their lips and tainting their innocence with his dark lust.

Last night, he and Artemis had cuddled and kissed all night, IN HIS BED.

He felt himself stir as the coffee began taking effect, and for the first time, he took note of the girl sitting beside him, cutely rambling on and on about something.

He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "Good morning, Cynthia."

Her cheeks tinted red. "Go-good mo-morning, Jackson."

He stared at her, still feeling sleepy. He wondered why she was blushing, or stuttering for that matter. He hadn't even said anything.

His sleep-deprived mind took some time to register that he was shirtless. The cool breeze of the air conditioning stung his skin, and he felt the warmth of the golden sunlight filtering through the glass door, on his tanned skin.

When did he lose his shirt?

Percy didn't know. The sleeping pills had given him a throbbing headache, and he wondered how that was even possible.

He eyed Cynthia, his gut telling him that she would be his next kiss.

Her straight, shiny black hair, so much like her mother, fell past her shoulders. Her dark eyes shined brightly, hiding... something deeper, beneath dark, perfect eyebrows; her pale skin glistening in the sunlight. She was wearing a loose, plain white nightshirt that hung down to her knees, revealing a bit of her collarbones.

Percy's eyes stopped for a moment on her visible cleavage, the smooth, creamy skin of her chest inviting. Her large tits jutted out of her otherwise toned and lithe body, her white, tight, restraining bra slightly visible through her white t-shirt. Her massive boobs jiggled softly with every breath she took, despite her bra. Her tits were slightly smaller than Phoebe and Atalanta's, perhaps a B- cup, but Percy could not tell for sure. Her erect nipples were slightly visible if he strained his eyes enough.

His eyes wandered her slim stomach to her wide, childbearing waist. Her short stature and curvy body completed her attractive, yet cute features, and Percy believed if it was not so hot on the tropical island, she and Hestia would form the perfect, short, curvy and cute, girl duo in his oversized hoodies. Her soft, creamy thighs led to slender, legs, that ended in small, cute feet.

His lewd mind, as always, provided him with an image. Cynthia kneeling in front of him, beside her mother, clad in a black latex suit, with a bright red ball gag in her small mouth, her pink, pouty lips sucking on her gag. Her hands were handcuffed behind her with fluffy pink cuffs, and a vibrator was pressed to her clit. Her moans of overwhelming pleasure were muffled by the ball gag. Nemesis' hands wandered over her daughter's body, massaging and groping. She tweaked Cynthia's erect nipples through the tight, glistening latex, before her slender, deft fingers wandered to Cynthia's exposed, dripping cunt forming a puddle of her orgasmic juices around her crotch. The Dark goddess of revenge rocked her slim, latex clad hips on a toy, invisible to him thanks to his position, which Percy assumed to be a dildo embedded in one of her holes.

Wait... where did Nemesis come into all this?

He was jolted out of his thoughts when Cynthia shook his shoulder gently, looking at him in worry. "Are you okay, Percy?"

He nodded, smiling assuringly at her, "Yeah, I just zoned out for a moment. What were you saying, again?"

"I was asking you if you had met my mother."

"Oh, yeah." He looked down at his half-empty cup of coffee. Percy faintly noted that he had unconsciously said 'half-empty. Was he pessimistic? He wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. "Wasn't she there when... that happened?"

"Yeah, she was." It had become an unspoken rule to never mention Percy's meltdown directly.

Cynthia looked away from him. "I never knew her, you know."

"Many demigods never get to know their parents. You're lucky you have Artemis."

Ignoring Percy's unfortunately true observation, she continued, "She didn't even claim me, though I joined the Hunters after you had made it compulsory for every god to claim their children. At that time, there was another daughter of Nemesis with the Hunters, she told me that I was her half-sister."

She sniffed. "She didn't even recognize me, or talk to me. Hell, she didn't even acknowledge my existence, even when I was standing right next to her!"

Percy put his cup down from his lips, swirling the remnants of his coffee at the bottom of his blue cup, silent. What was he supposed to say?

Instead, he slung his arm around Cynthia's smaller body, effortlessly drawing her to his lap. He buried his face into her straight, silky hair, breathing in her smell, an unidentifiable scent that made him feel oddly nostalgic.

Cynthia's body, gently wracked with silent sobs, seemed so small and delicate in his lap.

Cynthia blushed furiously as she felt herself being drawn into her crush's chest. Her ears were on fire.

She felt the warmth of Percy's bare body on her smooth, cool skin. His sweet, invigorating scent of the ocean was foremost on her mind. She felt his scarred skin, patches of rough, bumpy tissue across otherwise smooth skin. His strong, muscular arms held her tightly against his broad, muscled chest, his biceps flexing involuntarily as he clutched her possessively, sending sharp jolts of unfiltered arousal through her core. His toned, diamond-hard abs pressed firmly against her side, and she felt her toned ass press against his crotch, sending blood rushing to her face.

She snuggled closer to his chest, pressing her cheek against a horizontal scar right above his heart. The rhythmic thumping of his heart was higher than usual, and the daughter of Nemesis smiled into his chest, knowing that she had such an effect on him.

"I-I'll talk to her when I see her next, Cynthia. I didn't know that she treated you like that."

Cynthia looked up at him through bloodshot, teary, dark eyes to meet dark sea green. "You would?"

Percy gulped the lump in his throat, and the Hunter's eyes flicked down, predatorily following the bob of his Adam's apple. He gripped her shoulders, shaking her to make her look at him. "Yes, I would." He smiled gently down at the obviously distraught, and hopeful, Huntress.

Cynthia felt her heart melt at the blinding, bright smile that the son of Poseidon sent her, and she found herself wondering how a Dark god could smile so brightly. It simply did not belong to a deity, who was responsible for most, if not all, the evil in the world.

She found that she could answer her question quite easily. Percy was not evil. He was Dark.

He was not evil the same way creepy emos are not evil.

She did not know what came over her, as she leaned up to press her lips softly to his. At that point, she wanted him to be hers, and only hers. And she would be his.

She would be his forever, even when he was not only hers. Even when she had to share him with the nineteen other girls in his harem, she would always be his. For his to do with as he liked.

Damn that sexy Dark god.

She pulled away before she could get used to the addictive feeling of his soft lips. Her lips tugged up in a bright smile of their own accord, and she stared up at him with happy eyes, all her previous sadness gone with a simple gesture, just like that.

Percy's eyes were wide, and his jaw was limp for a moment, before he snapped his jaw shut, his delicious lips tugging into a devilish, oh-so-sexy smirk that made Cynthia's underwear soak through.

How could he do that?

He should have been the god of perfection, masculine beauty and sex.

"I think we must do a retake. A proper kiss this time, princess." His husky voice was low, almost a growl, that sent shivers of barely suppressed arousal through Cynthia's core.

She could have orgasmed if he just continued to talk to her like that.

Her eyes flicked down to his lips, and she leaned down, so that her soft lips were barely centimetres away from his. She felt his fresh, minty breath on her face. "I don't see anyone stopping you." She whispered against his lips.

And just like that, as if a switch had been flipped, Percy hungrily devoured the Hunter's delicious lips, forcing her head back with his aggression as he kissed her passionately. Cynthia's eyes widened at his rough aggression, and she moaned into his mouth, deciding to close her eyes and allowing herself to enjoy his lips.

The soft warmth against hers made her mind blank with pleasure and arousal, their lips moving in sync in a soul-searing kiss.

She felt a warm, velvet tongue run along her lower lip, and she was unsure of what to do for a few seconds, cursing her lack of experience and skill. The next moment, Percy's tongue forced her soft lips apart, making her moan at his roughness.

Getting the cue, Cynthia allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue, dominating the kiss, and allowing him to do whatever he pleased with her.

She had submitted herself completely to his whims.

Time: An Hour Later

"Yeah, Percy, do another!"

Cathy was having the time of her life.

Calypso had obviously instructed that Percy should not be allowed to go out to train at night. So, he was at the gym, working out under the Hunter's supervision.

He groaned, lying flat on the ground, the cool marble floor delicious against his hot, warm skin. "No more."

Cathy made a dissatisfied noise. She straddled his back, and rocked her hips to get him to stir. "Another hundred."

Percy gasped, "I can't do five thousand one hundred pushups!"

"Come on, Jackson! We need to get it to ten thousand!"

"Can't," He managed to gasp out.

Cathy pouted, leaning down to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. She smelled the musky scent of his sweat, mixed with his natural ocean scent, which sent shivers of arousal shooting through her core. "I'll give you a massage if you do that."

"You're giving me a massage anyway. Or I am telling Calypso what you did to me." Even the feeling of her tits pressed against his back couldn't inspire Percy to do a single one.

Cathy pouted. "You're no fun!"

When she was met with no response, she continued, "Take a few minutes to catch your breath. Then we are going on the bench press."

Saying so, the daughter of Nike left her spot from Percy's back, smiling to herself as she moved to the treadmill. Doing five thousand pushups with her on his back was no easy feat, even for an average god.

Percy gasped for breath again, turning on his back to watch her run on the treadmill. He struggled even to raise his head, instead, he wriggled himself around on the marble floor, so that he was in a prime position to watch her run. His chest rose and fell as he panted, his tanned skin tinged gold, slick with sweat as he lay on the cool marble floor.

Percy struggled for a moment, but managed to lose his sweaty, black workout t-shirt, fighting to free himself of the thin, soaked fabric sticking to his skin.

Despite the air conditioning, the heat of tropical Ogygia was getting to his divine self.

His dark sea-green eyes wandered over the girl running on the treadmill, barely feet from where he lay. She was facing away from him.

Percy thought that it was the worst way to recover from an intense workout. You know why?

Because she totally took his breath away.

His eyes immediately sought out her body, which was nearest to him, from his point on the floor. Her toned, slender legs led to a firm ass, just the perfect size for him to squeeze and molest her rear. Thin yoga pants hid the delicious fruit from his view, her ass swinging and swung, swaying slightly with her hips as she jogged on the treadmill before his very eyes.

His eyes wandered over her slim waist, and (mostly) covered back, to her smooth, soft hair. The dirty blonde hair of the daughter of Nike, tied back in a ponytail, jumped about as she ran. Her fragrant cologne wafted over to him, pleasant and soothing on his mind, handing thick in the air.

His eyes wandered to the mirror in the front of the treadmill.

Her sharp, aristocratic face with high cheekbones and perfect eyebrows, glistened with sweat, her tanned golden skin flushed pink as she exerted herself, pushing the speed of the treadmill higher. Much like Reyna's, her beautiful, half-lidded, almond-shaped brown eyes, shined. Her soft, pink lips were parted as she panted.

Her chest was covered with a tight sports bra. Cathy had the smallest tits on the island, apart from the Little Big Three, and she was a bit self-conscious around the others because of that. Doesn't mean that her breasts didn't compare. The goddesses on Ogygia set a pretty high bar. Cathy's boobs, slightly small B cup, sat firm and round on her tall, slim frame, perfect for her body. Her sports bra was stretched over her chest, her erect nipples slightly poking through the fabric. Despite the restraining fabric, her tits swung and bounced as she ran.

His eyes flicked down to her toned stomach, exposed under her sports bra. Slight abs were visible on her golden, tanned stomach, straining as she exercised, glistening with sweat. Her thick thighs looked soft and inviting, jiggling deliciously as she ran. Prominent, visible hip bones led to the plain 'v' of her crotch, the delicious fruit Percy desired hidden behind several layers of cloth.

The daughter of Nike was wearing neon Nike jogging shoes. Duh.

Suddenly, he saw Cathy lying on a soft, large bed, which he recognised as his. He was facing her, and the Hunter looked up at him with wide, brown, innocent eyes. Her soft, puffy pink lips were wrapped around his cock, only the bulbous head of his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Her velvet tongue swirled around his head, lapping up his precum. The gentle curve of Cathy's ass was eye candy to him. Her tits were mashed against the bed, her cheeks hollowed as she obediently, desperately, served her owner. Percy felt himself smile down at her, and reach out to grab her...

"Enjoy staring at my ass?"

Percy flicked his eyes up to meet Cathy's eyes, shining with amusement, in the mirror, his pleasant daydream broken. He felt his lips tug up into a cocky grin. "Yeah, but I would enjoy I even more if that yoga pants weren't there."

An aroused shiver ran up Cathy's spine, but she managed to hide the grinding of her thighs quite well. She hoped Percy wouldn't notice the growing wetness in her pants. "Let me wipe that smirk off your face, Jackson."

Percy gulped.

His fears were justified, for, before he knew it, he was on the bench press, a five hundred kilogram weight above him. Cathy straddled his muscular chest, to ensure that he could not escape her.

"Now, start."

Percy sighed, before he lifted the dumbbell, his arms straining slightly from his previous workouts. "Can I have some nectar or ambrosia?" He gasped out.

"Mm..." Catchy didn't elaborate further than her vague humming, she was too busy ogling Percy's bare body.

His sweaty, broad chest rippled with muscles as he lifted the impossible dumbbells with practised ease. His arms flexed, his biceps delicious and toned and strong. His smoking hot face was scrunched up in concentration, his face tinged gold from the exhaustion, tanned skin glistening with sweat. His raven black hair was wet and slick, and his dark sea-green eyes were half-lidded, concentrating on his work out. His toned abs strained and flexed against her crotch, just some flimsy layers of cloth separating her from his warm skin.

Cathy felt as if her face was on fire.

Unconsciously, her hands wandered over the smooth, warm skin of his chest, feeling his cool sweat against her soft palms. She traced the rough skin of his numerous scars, which somehow made him look even better in her opinion, accentuating his dark beauty.

She identified a sharp, horizontal cut curling just above his right hipbone, and she felt herself wonder just how he got it. It seemed like someone had sliced him open with a curled, almost circular blade.

She stared at Percy's face, wondering what hardships he had faced in his life. If the stories she had heard held any truth, he had had a pretty shitty life.

Pervy decided, fuck it.

If Cathy won't let him leave, he won't let her leave. Who was the god here?

Using his powers, he disintegrated the massive dumbbell, the fine sand being blown away by the air conditioning.

Cathy's eyes widened as she saw him demolish the metal weights, and she almost jumped away, thinking that he was going to have another meltdown.

But Percy was faster, clutching her waist, and flipping them around so that she was pinned beneath him on the benchpress.

Cathy struggled beneath him, her brown eyes wide with fear.

"Hey, chill, Cathy. I'm still fine here." Percy loosened his grip on her limbs.

"Oh," She heaved a sigh of relief, ceasing her struggles, "I thought you had lost yourself for a moment, back there." She looked up, staring into his dark sea-green eyes. "What are you doing? Let me go, Jackson."

Percy leaned in close to her. "Oh, I don't think so, princess. You see, you have been bitching around a lot in the gym lately, so I have decided that a massage won't pay me back fully."

"Oh, what are you going to do, Jackson?" Cathy tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. Her bright eyes, dark with arousal, flicked down to his toned torso, glistening with sweat. His superior, chiselled body completely dominated her lithe, slim frame.

"I think you know." Percy pressed his knee against her cunt, feeling her yoga pants soaked through with her feminine juices. He leaned down closer to her face, his lips almost brushing hers. "I think you have a general idea of what's going to come."

"Wha-what are you doing?" Cathy's face drowned in red, as she blushed down to her neck.

"Let's explore it together, slowly, yeah?" Percy's voice was low.

And without prior warning, he swooped down upon her, claiming the daughter of Nike's soft, pink lips in a passionate, steamy kiss.

Time: That Evening

Percy had a strange sense of deja vu as he sat on the bed, with two girls snuggling into his sides.

The day outside was dark, almost night. Only a lingering orange tinge in the western sky showed that the sun was still up. A few dark wisps of pale clouds floated across the star-studded, night sky. There weren't many right then, but as the night passed, Percy knew more would crop up out of nowhere. The moon was nowhere to be seen, it being a new moon night. Artemis had not emerged from her bedroom yet, and he knew that she would be sleepy and tired, eventually when she emerged.

The breeze outside was gentle, softly rustling the leave of the trees around the house. The sands were visible as a pale strip beside the roaring ocean, lost in the darkness of the night. The wildlife was up and about, Percy could hear their sounds, but nothing was visible.

Goosebumps formed on his skin from the chilly air inside the room, the air conditioning running at full speed. His arm still throbbed and ached slightly from the injection he had taken just a few minutes earlier. He drew the two girls tighter around him, hugging them to his sides as he snuggled deeper into the blankets. His head rested against a soft silk pillow, his eyes glued to the television mounted on the opposite wall.

Angela was watching the movie with rapt attention, spouting offhand comments about their accuracy and random facts about the movie. Percy found her rambling cute, just like Annabeth, she could not concentrate completely on the movie at any given point.

Sydney's smooth, bare leg pressed against Percy's head, and he unconsciously snuggled into her creamy thighs. Her slender hand stroked his head comfortingly, her slender fingers entangling into his raven hair. Her refreshing fragrance weighed on his mind, her cool, pale skin pressing against his tanned.

Percy looked up at Sydney, meeting her dark grey eyes. She was stealing frequent glances at him, and now, caught, her cheeks heated at an alarming rate, but she found herself unable to tear away her gaze. Her pale skin flushed pink, her sharp, aristocratic features so much like her father. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down in a gentle waterfall, last her back, slightly wet from her recent shower. She was as beautiful as a female version of Thanatos, yet as lively and fun-loving as a female version of Dionysus.

Uhh... she didn't drink or anything like that. She just liked to have fun.

His lips curled up in a smirk, and Sydney's blush escalated, till her face resembled an open bucket of red paint. With a cute squeak, she tore her gaze away from the Dark god's mesmerizing, dark sea-green eyes.

Percy's eyes wandered down, tracing along her gentle neck. From his position, he could only see the dark, shadowy underside of her massive tits, hidden behind a plain white t-shirt, which hung loosely off her large chest. Sydney had breasts slightly larger than the standard C-cup, that sat firm on her chest, jiggling slightly with every breath she took.

His eyes wandered down her toned stomach, hidden by her loose shirt, to her short tights, that revealed all of the creamy flesh of her thighs and slender legs. Her cool skin felt delicious on his, and his proximity to her crotch allowed him to slightly make out her puffy pussy lips, the fabric around her cunt being slightly darker, sticking to her skin thanks to her aroused juices gushing forth in a slight stream from her pussy.

Angela's blonde hair was tied back in a short ponytail. From his position behind her, Percy couldn't make out much- just that she was wearing grey shorts and a loose, blue t-shirt.

But in his mind's eye, he could imagine her intelligent, stormy grey eyes, a familiar shade that he once held closest to his heart.

"This is so inaccurate." Angela's voice floated over to the two, her angelic voice distorted with undisguised irritation. "When a car is blown up, only an enormous cloud of dust is thrown up in the air. What's with all these explosions and fire?"

"It's way cooler." Percy piped in. Frankly, he was not sure what was going on. He never had his attention on the TV. Damn his ADHD.

Angela turned to him, an exasperated expression across her cute features. "But this is not-"

"Scientifically accurate, we know." Sydney interrupted. "How about we watch a documentary, instead, it will be way more informative that way!"

Sometimes, despite her childish nature, the daughter of Thanatos acted more mature than the usually composed daughter of Athena.

Percy clapped his hands. "A documentary on sharks!" He presented the other two girls with his best baby seal eyes.

Angela sighed at his antics, her heart melting at seeing the dark god with such a cute, pleading expression. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her pink lips.

Sydney said, "Didn't we look for underwater shows just a few minutes ago, Jackson?"

"Do it again!" Percy demanded childishly.

Sydney sighed, passing the remote to her roommate. Angela flipped through several channels, a bored expression on her face. "Nothing-nothing-nothing, again."

Instead of this shitty television, she would rather watch her delicious eye candy for a few hours.

"Ooh! Football, please." Percy presented them with a smile. "Even basketball or rugby or swimming would do."

"No, Percy." Angela and Sydney said together, having known for some time that this was coming.

Percy pouted, scowling childishly at them as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

Angela groaned, finally flicking the TV off. "I'm bored," she announced, flopping down onto the bed. She rested her head against Percy's toned, stomach, releasing her shiny blonde hair free of the ponytail.

"Way to state the obvious, Captain Obvious," Percy stated blandly, examining his hands in the light of the room.

"Cards?" Sydney offered, in an unenthusiastic voice, looking at the pack of cards that lay on the small bedside table.

"Nah." Angela and Percy intoned together.

"Then what should we do?"

Percy perked up his head. "I know what we should do."

"What, Jackson?" Angela lolled her head up to stare at him from her position on his stomach.

"We can play Strip the Smarts."

"What is that?" Sydney asked, neither Huntress liking the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Before the eye could blink, in a surprisingly fast movement, Percy had Angela pinned under him. "We strip the only daughter of Athena in the room. What say you, Sydney?"

Angela's eyes widened as blood rushed to her cheeks. "Le-let me go, Jackson!" She struggled futilely in his iron grip. "Help me, Sydney!"

The daughter of Thanatos was unresponsive, her eyes glazed over in obvious lust.

Percy took his opportunity to examine Angela's beautiful face, reminding him again of her late sister and bitchy mother. He had to admit, though, however many attitude issues Athena might have, her genes were top notch. Stormy grey eyes, calculating all methods possible methods of escape, beneath shiny blonde hair that fell in gentle princess curls.

Large tits, slightly smaller than Sydney's, jiggled and bounced enticingly as she struggled in his grip. Her firm chest, though not as large as her roommate's, was as perky and round, sitting firmly on her chest without even a bra. Her erect nipples poked through the thin fabric of her loose, blue shirt.

His sea-green eyes, rapidly darkening with barely restrained lust, roved her toned, slim stomach hidden beneath thin cotton fabric. Her slim waist led to a delectable piece of ass meat, a firm and toned, firm butt that just invited him to grope and molest her innocent behind. Her luscious, soft thighs futilely tried to push him off her body, her small feet trying her very best to kick him. And she reached close, too, showing off her natural flexibility.

He waited for his mind to show him something, and as expected, the picture came.

He saw himself taking a walk on a familiar, moonlit beach on Ogygia. The dark, sleeping house was visible as a dark outline on the other side of the desolate jungle. Now, that was not the perverted part.

Percy was stark naked, his oversized dick swinging between his thighs as he walked. His right hand held two leather leashes, leading Angela and Sydney by the collars they wore. The two sexy girls were as naked as him, their entire, gorgeous bodies put on full display as their boobs and butts jiggled and bounced. They crawled forward on their hands and knees, like obedient bitches being taken on a regular moonlit walk by their master. Twin red ball gags blocked their mouths, and their skin glistened with sweat in the silver moonlight. Their wide, innocent eyes eyeing him with sinful arousal put him on edge, making his cock throb.

"Let me go, Jackson!"

Percy looked up at Sydney, ignoring the indignant daughter of Athena beneath him, mentally cursing her for breaking his sweet daydream. "What do you say, Sydney? Should I let her go?"

Ashamed of herself, her cheeks tinged pink, Sydney shook her head slowly, looking away, not being able to meet Angela's eyes that held betrayal. Percy smirked at his hot captive.

"And why is that?" The god's voice was soft and gentle, soothing.

"Sh-she looks good that way." Both the Hunters' faces were set aflame at Sydney's words, but neither could deny the truth in her words.

"Yes, that she does." Percy agreed, before looking up at her, his eyes shining mischievously. He decided to spice things up a bit. "Do you want to kiss her, Sydney?"

"Wha-what?" Her hand flew to her mouth in shock and muted arousal. Her dark grey eyes flicked over to the blushing daughter of Athena, and noted her lack of protest.

"I asked if you would like to kiss Angela, Sydney. I will teach you how to please her properly."

Sydney nodded her head, blushing furiously at her wanton, lust-driven actions. Percy nodded, his smirk barely suppressed.

"Now, come over here, and kiss her."

Obediently, Sydney crawled over to them, and Percy straddled Angela's waist, allowing her to lean close to her face. The silky black hair of the daughter of Thanatos formed a curtain, blocking out his view.

Percy reached out, and swept her hair out of the way, a devious smirk finding its way to his face when he saw her kiss Angela sloppily, hesitating. Both their faces were bright tomato red, their lips pressed awkwardly against each other's.

"How was it?"

Shooting up at his question, Sydney blushed furiously when she remembered that he had been watching them. "It was... good." She touched her lips with her fingers.

Percy could sense the truth in her words, and he could see Angela's dazed expression, her normally sharp gaze hazy and glazed over with lust for her female roommate.

"It can be better. It is sure you need practical experience."

"Wha-what do you mean?"

"I mean that I will teach you how to properly kiss, now. Practical."

Both the girls blushed down to their necks at his implications, and Percy could swear there was steam coming out of their red ears. He was sure that they would faint of much welcome shock any moment.

"Yes, please."

Surprisingly, it was Angela who volunteered to have her soft, pink lips ravaged first.

AN: Haha, how was it? I just realised that I mentioned PTSD, war, etc. etc., but never mentioned Percy's scars. So, forgive my oversight, but from this chapter, he will have scars. Assume he had scars all along, they were just not mentioned in the story. Besides, Juventus are defeating Napoli today after drawing Benevento in the last match. Pirlo is really unpredictable.

Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)