Leom

"Definitely Leom."

"Obviously it's that cunt."

"Right?"

"Right." the goddess says, chuckling a bit. She quickly recovers, clearing her throat. "So he did something to you didn't he?"

"Yeah, probably when he tapped my back at the end."

"Sneaky bastard, once I get back he's dead."

"So what does that mean exactly?'

"It means you buffoon, that you're technically gifted with powers only gods have when they decide to come down and mess with you humans. Included and not limited to; increased stamina, charisma, reflexes, sexual prowess, and increased strength, amongst other things."

"I mean those all somewhat made sense but increased charisma and sexual prowess?"

"When's the last time you picked up a mythical history book? It's practically nothing but an orgy fest between humans and gods in there, you think they make that happen with their natural personalities alone?" she retorts.

She isn't wrong, your father used to read them to you like bedtime stories. Now that you think about it, they were practically porn. Your father read you porn as bedtime stories. Sometimes you're surprised you turned out as sane as you are.