Time: Next Day

"And this, and this, and this!" Ruby listed off at a rapid pace, making Percy groan.

"Why are you like this? Why couldn't the Hunters make you abandon this?"

The daughter of Aphrodite glared at him in response. "For your kind information, I'm much better than my sisters. At least I don't make you go around buying tons of make-up!"

Seeing Percy's incredulous look, she snapped, irritated at him, "Just wait till you get Drew and my mom's lists!"

Percy paled, knowing the truth in her words, before he sighed. "You know what, scrap this."

He flopped down on her bed, amid mountains of shampoo, perfume and makeup. He had thought that the Huntress had abandoned the ways of the love goddess. But noooo!

To his horror, Piper, too, came up blushing up a storm, and handed him a long list to buy. What was with Aphrodite and her daughters?! It's not like they needed makeup to look good. Even in their bed hair, they looked like perfect goddesses.

"What do you mean you are not going to do this?"

Percy stared at the several lists in his hands with bleary hands. "Do you think I can buy all this alone?" He waved the papers. Who knew maintaining a harem was so tough?

"Who told you to do it alone. Just take some of the girls along to the mall." She snapped.

Percy looked horrified. "Absolutely not!" He still had Vietnam flashbacks from when he had taken Annabeth shopping, thinking she could do with some 'girly' stuff. Never again would he make that mistake.

He continued, before Ruby could interrupt again. "I'm going to call Hermes, and give him everything. He is gonna deliver it to the island, and charge it to some account I have by default in some godly bank."

She huffed. "You're a big pussy."

Seeing Percy's eyes light up, she immediately corrected herself, "Forget I said something. You're a big wimp."

The day outside was well on its way, the sun was up and shining, scorching the sand on the beach. There was not a wisp of clouds visible anywhere in the clear sky, filled with the white wings of seagulls and other birds. The perennial seabreeze was hot and humid, making everyone sweat and curse Apollo. No one was out, it was too hot to be outside. Most of them were at the air-conditioned gym, or playing video games without telling him, or just lazing around in lavish, air-conditioned rooms. Artemis and Thalia were still in their beds, their rooms dark and cool. Even Athena had emerged from her library for some chilled nectar.

Only Calypso, the only one on the island used to Ogygia's tropical weather, was in her garden, snipping some trees to a more controlled shape, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat that provided shade.

Percy had used the quiet as his golden opportunity to collect the girls' possessions, which they had lived without for the eight, almost nine months they had been on the self-sufficient island. Only the Hunters had all their possessions, but they, too, wanted some things from the market.

Percy had thought that gods could just snap their fingers and summon things out of the air. Apparently, it did not work like that.

He didn't understand a single word of Artemis' and Hestia's long-winded, joint explanation on the why.

He examined Ruby, who was busy arranging her things, piled in a huge mess on the bed, back in order.

Her cherry blonde hair seemed to glow in the light of the room, flowing in gentle curls over her shoulder, forming a gentle curtain of soft hair over her. Her clear azure eyes, so much like her mother, shined beneath perfect eyebrows. Her pale, creamy skin glistened with slight sweat, despite the cool air in the room. Her cute button nose sat perfectly on her cute features, her smooth, gentle features pleasant on his roaming eyes. Two small golden earrings glinted as they tinkled on her ears. Her soft, full pink lips were parted as she chatted to him, while clearing her bed. She carried with her the fragrant smell of expensive cologne, which hung thick in the air around her, blocking out all other smells, to let bystanders smell only her addictive, pleasant fragrance.

She was wearing a tight, full-sleeved, red and black chequered shirt, covering most of her body. Despite her wearing a tight bra underneath, the buttons on her chest seemed about to burst open any moment, spilling out her tits to the world. Percy knew she had the typical, perfect D- cup tits, though slightly on the smaller side. With large nipples, and firm, round and soft flesh that sat perfectly on her chest, she completed Percy's lewd dream of a four-woman dairy, consisting of a divine mother and her three daughters. Her breasts bounced and jiggled mesmerizingly despite their tight, cloth prison, inviting him to molest them, maul her tits and tug her hard, sensitive nipples until they were sore.

Her tight shirt clung to her soft muscles, slim, toned stomach, leading to a wide, childbearing waist. Percy caught a glimpse of the strings of a lewd, skimpy thong on her waist when her shirt rode up slightly, revealing her smooth, milky skin. She wore tight denim trousers, that hugged all her curves perfectly, showing off her luscious thighs. Her ass, the most perfect behind anyone could dream of, courtesy of her love genes, stretched the blue fabric taught. Her bubble butt jiggled and bounced enticingly whenever she moved, making Percy's lion roar in its fabric constraints. It was almost as if she was giving him a lap dance, twerking unconsciously for his dark benefit.

In his mind's eye, he saw Ruby kneeling on the floor, in a line with Aphrodite, Drew and Piper. All of them were wearing identical, cow patterned, skimpy bikini bottoms, that left most of their skin, and their entire chests exposed, the strings engulfed in delicious, creamy, soft flesh of their bubble butts and thick thighs. He leaned down, his lips latched around Ruby's erect, right nipple, while his fingers tightened around her sensitive left pebble of flesh. Her smooth skin was delicious in his mouth, and he lashed her sensitive flesh with his tongue, holding her nipple between his teeth as he pinched and twisted and tugged at her other. Warm milk, sweet as honey and delicious as nectar, flooded his mouth, and he felt the same fluid, sticky and hot, on his hand molesting her other breast.

"What are you thinking about?" Ruby asked, standing in front of Percy with her hands on her hips. Her head was cocked to the side in the cute way she had.

Percy looked up, his lips automatically curling into a devilish, sexy smirk. "About how Artemis allowed you to keep the thong you are now wearing at the Hunt."

Ruby's cheeks heated at an alarming rate till her face resembled a bucket of red paint. She blushed down to her neck, till her pale skin was darker than her luscious cherry blonde hair, her ears on fire. "Wh-what? How do you know about that?"

"I saw."

"What?!" Her hands flew to her mouth. "Does your powers include some perverted x-ray vision?"

Realising what she just said, her hands flew up to cover herself, her slender arms doing little to block her enormous, heavenly rack or her thick, luscious thighs, or her jiggly, fat bubble butt. "Look away, pervert Jackson!"

Percy rolled his eyes, throwing a sultry smirk her way. "I have no such powers. It is not my fault if you keep flashing me. If you want, I will get a pole and some alcohol, too."

Her face burned hotly. "Then you should have looked away!"

"What? You can't blame me for enjoying a masterpiece." He shrugged, looking at her incredulously. "Thousands of people look at the Mona Lisa everyday. You don't see her complaining."

Ruby's blush impossibly intensified at his implications, till Percy thought she was going to discover brand new shades of red. Her soft, pink lips parted to form new words, but Percy wouldn't let her.

His lips pressed gently against hers, his taller form dominating her smaller frame as he pushed her against the wall. Ruby did not resist, nor say anything- she just moaned in abject pleasure into Percy's mouth as he led her like a puppet on strings, their lips moving in sync. The intoxicating feeling of being intimate with her crush made the daughter of Aphrodite feel light-headed, Percy's musky scent on her mind, his taller, muscular frame completely dominating her smaller body.

Percy broke the kiss a few minutes later, a teasing smirk on his face as he saw Ruby gasp for breath, a bright red blush on her face, her pink lips swollen. "So, I'm going to ask Artemis how she allowed you to keep that skimpy underwear. Maybe you'll have to show her, too. Or maybe, she will have you strip out of that right here, right now."

"Shut up, Jackson," Ruby whispered against his lips, leaning in for another kiss. "Shut up and kiss me. You can think about having a threesome with me and Artemis later. When you have a woman in front of you, you dint think about other women."

Percy smirked. "Thalia-"

"Again." Ruby hissed, before silencing him with her soft lips.

Time: A Few Hours Later

If Percy had time to look outside, he would see how beautiful the weather was.

The sun was shining on the western horizon, painting the sky blood red. The seabreeze was cool and strong, rustling the leave of the trees, and making the tall, shade-giving palm trees sway. The sea reflected the blood-red of the sky, rough, frothy waves crashing on the golden beach with a deafening roar. The sky above the forest was dark with the returning seabirds, their shrill cries piercing the silent world, save for the sounds of the choppy sea. The moon was rising in the sky, a pale, almost invisible, silver crescent. A few stars were shining brightly on the dark eastern sky.

Unfortunately, Percy was occupied.

They were playing PES, three against one.

He stared at the newly installed hundred-inch television screen in the living room, tapping furiously on his controller. He did not even have to look down at the controller, his fingers working on muscle memory as he tapped the buttons at a rapid pace that even Artemis had difficulty keeping up with.

He leaned to one side, the world outside fading into darkness as he played furiously.

Whoever said that video games were meant to relax, had obviously never played competitive games like PES.

He leaned back, emitting an 'ooh' as the referee blew his whistle for full time.

He leaned back against the back of the sofa, nuzzling his cheek against Artemis' smooth, soft legs. She had wrapped her long legs around his muscular torso, much the same way Annabeth did.

The living room was clearly divided into two factions, with each sitting on numerous sofas, couches and several on the marble floor. The air conditioning was up and running, creating a steady hum as it cooled down the room.

Percy stared at the plain black controller in his hands, before he looked up at his few supporters. Artemis, Hestia, Aphrodite, Ruby, Reyna, Phoebe and Atalanta sat behind him, on the right side of the massive living room, smiling and cheering him.

Calypso sat on the floor right in the middle of the room, an old black and white referee's cap askew on her caramel hair. Percy had fished it out from... somewhere, he was not sure where. A glinting brass whistle hung around her neck, almost lost in the creamy skin on her cleavage.

She blew her whistle. "The second round is over!" She announced, "Percy wins one, the Little Big Three win one!"

At that, the left side of the room erupted into deafening cheers for the youngest three on the island, the only ones who could ever hope to defeat Percy in video gaming.

Nine girls sat on the Little Big Three's side, led by their most avid supporter- Thalia. Even Athena and Drew had turned up for the showoff, and -no surprise there- they sat for Rose, Violet and Neo. They did not care if they actually won, they would be happy as long as Percy lost.

Something which was totally not happening.

Percy eyed his young opponents.

Rose and Violet, identical twins, which looked like miniature, female versions of him. They had choppy, raven hair that swept past their shoulders, dark sea-green eyes of a familiar shade, shining like emeralds beneath perfect eyebrows. Their soft, pink lips curled up in a smile, revealing their perfect, shining teeth. They wore identical, oversized t-shirts that Percy had gifted them, saying, 'Back off pigs, this is my big brother.' Carrying a photo of a shirtless Percy, all toned muscles put on full display, pumping a shotgun he had stolen from... somewhere, when he was high on a sugar rush.

Similarly, Neo looked like a miniature Thalia. Her electric blue eyes shone with mirth at their victory, her lips pressed into a gentle, shy smile. She spoke less, something which Percy had been trying to rectify for quite some time. Silky black hair fell till her shoulders, a part dyed a bright neon blue much like her sister. Neo was wearing a t-shirt saying the same thing, except it warned potential 'pigs' about her big sister. It carried it a photo of Thalia, her face contorted in rage. She was wearing a black biker suit, a bloody chainsaw in her hands.

"Since the Little Big Three won this time, Percy gets a black ball to improve his team." There were groans from the left side of the room, as Percy grinned.

The screen flashed, and with a press of a button on his controller, he was receiving another black ball.

"France." Rose started, as the elaborate PES pack opening animation carried on.

"Paris," Violet added, her face paling, as the animation neared its end.

Percy was on his hands and knees. "Number seven, please, please, please," he clasped his hands, and pretended to pray.

"Mbappe!" He shouted. "Take that, bitches!"

Hestia smacked the back of his head, "Language, Percy." She was ignored.

Thalia groaned along with Neo and the Poseidon twins.

Rachel elbowed her from the right side, the same time Piper asked from her left, "What do you know about the game?"

Neo whipped her head towards the three. "It's Mbappe!", as if that explained everything.

Rose nodded, agreeing to her observations. "Best striker in the game", the same time Violet recited his stats, "99 pace and acceleration. What else do you need in a striker?"

Percy, giggling maniacally, muttering about world domination, went to his team to edit his players.

He let out an evil scientist laugh. "Who's going to stop me now, huh? HUH?!"

He swapped his squad, muttering, "All out attack, press high, aggressive defending, play tiki-taka. ONE-TOUCH FOOTBALL!"

He laughed at the horrified looks on the three. "Yes! Six attackers! Ronaldo, Lewandowski and Mbappe as strikers! Messi as right-wing, and Neymar as left! Ronaldinho as offensive midfielder!" He laughed again, this time at his practically non-existent defence. Sergio Ramos and Carles Puyol were the only defence before Manuel Neuer.

"Do you get anything?" Phoebe whispered to Reyna, who shook her head. Atlanta whispered, "Technicalities, people. We just need to see the results."

Aphrodite was not so subtle as she groaned. "Why couldn't you choose something else to play?" She was ignored, too, the four players completely absorbed in their games.

"You're absolutely crazy!" Neo shouted, and twins agreed, nodding their heads sagely, "Raving mad!"

"Match on."

The next match was intense. Percy was constantly on the attack, but couldn't put the ball in, or was offside, while the other three just couldn't hold onto the ball long enough to attack.

It was in the extra time of the first half when the first action happened. Percy slide tackled the other team's attacker INSIDE his box. His face paled as he conceded a penalty.

"Who will take the penalty?" Rose asked, and Violet answered. "I will. I'm controlling Bruno Fernandes. 99 penalties."

"Best of luck," Neo whispered, rubbing her shoulders. It was almost as if Violet was going to go toe to toe with the dark god.

Well, for true gamers and all football fans, she was.

"Manuel Neuer on the line," Percy whispered, leaning forward in anticipation.

"-and OH! The shot's been saved! Magnificent dive from Neuer!"

The commentator did not get an opportunity to finish as the whistle was blown, signalling the end of the first half. Violet tossed her controller aside, tackling her brother to the ground.

She hit his chest with her (relatively) small fists, throwing the typical temper tantrums fifteen-year-olds like her were famous for. Percy laughed at her, wrapping his arms around her to restrain her smaller body, his controller lying abandoned on the ground.

"Come on, Violet, what a save!" He cheered himself.

Suddenly, her tantrum, and struggling stopped as she lay limp in his arms. "Sh-shut up." Her voice trembled, and she sniffed. Percy's eyes widened when he felt her small, frail body gently wracked with sobs.

"Hey, Vi, what's wrong?" He raised her to stare into her teary eyes, identical to his.

She sniffed. "You always win! We were so close to scoring, but you-you cheated!" Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Percy's eyes widened, "How did I cheat?"

"You-you-" Her voice broke, and she broke into a new fit of sobbing, and Percy looked up over her shoulder, seeking help. Neo and Rose were looking at him, wide-eyed.

He gulped as his eyes wandered upwards. All the girls, save for Athena and Drew, who looked oddly gleeful, looked terrifying. Any moment, all hell would come crashing down on him.

His hairs stood on end as he felt the animosity directed towards him, coming from his own side.

"He-hey Vi-Violet, it's jus-just a game, right? You win this time, just stop crying. Please. For me? I promise, you'll win next time. I will teach you all I know."

Violet looked up, her eyes wide, glistening with tears. "Really?"

"Ye-yes." Percy nodded, hugging her tightly, praying that she would stop crying.

"Rose and Neo, too?"

"Yes, I swear on the Styx. Lots and lots of pinky promises, too."

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flicked, a blinding smile brightened up Violet's cute face, and she jumped up from his lap, cheering with Neo and Rose. She hugged her twin tightly, before the two daughters of Poseidon hugged Neo from both sides.

The room was silent for a moment, nobody comprehending what had just happened.

Percy groaned, the first one to get what had just happened, faster than even Athena could process. "Your acting is the best I have seen in a while."

"I just stepped into a trap, didn't I?"

AN: Percy's PES team is modelled after mine, with obviously several improvements. I don't have Neymar or Lewandowski. And it is impossible to get any manager who plays six attackers formation, so...

Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!!