Setting up in the Camp

"Ah, Mr. Miller. I suppose you are done with your chore?"

Trevor froze in his spot when Chiron greeted him at the pool table.

He didn't expect the centaur to be there, much less Mr.D, the director of Camp Half-Blood.

His mind panicked when their eyes dropped down to Annabeth when she crawled next to his feet.

He was yet to figure out whether the power of the earrings worked on Olympians.

If Dionysus was immune to the normality effect, his punishment would be far worse than cleaning the attic.

A second passed in the tense moment.

Two seconds.

Then, Mr.D let out a loud yawn and dropped his eyes to the deck of cards in his hand, leaving no comment about the naked girl on all fours.

Trevor let out a relieved sigh, then turned to Chiron and answered his question.

"Annabeth said she'll finish up for me later."

"Ah, I see." Chiron nodded, not noting on the fact that said girl was being treated like a bitch—both literally and figuratively.

Trevor grinned ear to ear as he took a seat on the pool table.

It seemed the Normality Earrings worked well on gods as much as they did on naggy blonde demigods.

With the proof that the power given to him was unrivaled by any being on earth, Trevor decided to initiate the next step on his grand plan.

"Mr. D, I have a question."

"Hmm," Mr.D hummed. The drunken god didn't even spare Trevor a glance as he fiddled with his chips.

"Why are you staying as a Director of the camp? I'd say it is normal for you to pass on your position to your wife and never step outside of Olympus ever again."

As soon as Trevor finished his sentence, Dionysus dropped the cards in his hand and dissappeared with a purple flash.

With that, the biggest stumbling block of Trevor's plan to takeover the camp was gone, replaced with another hot woman.

"Chiron, I need a leash to put on Annabeth. It is normal for my slaves to have a leash."

Trevor slapped Annabeth's butt as he made rhe request.

Chiron nodded and left in search for a leash, non-the-wiser about his most precious camper being treated lower than a street whore.

When the door closed behind the centaur's back, Trevor strode to Chiron's office.

Usually, it was prohibited for a camper to enter the room without permission for two reasons:

One was obviously for Chiron's privacy, but the other reason was that every confiscated objects were kept inside.

Trevor turned up the room upside down. Even if Chiron returned while he was searching, Trevor knew the centaur wouldn't mind his action in the slightest.

"Ah-ha!"

Eventually, Trevor found what he was looking for—a small Celestial Bronze box that contained one of his most important belongings.

The box was locked with a 6-digit password lock.

"Annabeth, do you know the password?"

"Yes, master. It is 375416."

The lock clicked open.

Trevor reached inside and retrieved...his smartphone.

He had stolen the device from a random passenger during a field trip, so it was one of the few proofs of his godly parentage.

And due to his such pitiful godliness, Trevor never had any trouble using the morden device unlike the other demigods.

Trevor stashed his prized position alongside the charger and returned to the first floor.

Now, all he had to do was pick a room to stay.

Trevor was planning to have multiple girls under his feet as slaves, and the Big House was the largest residence inside Camp Half-Blood.

Maybe one day he might move outside of the boundary of the Camp, but for now, this house was enough.

Trevor checked the empty bedrooms, reserved for emergencies or guests and finally decided that he'd stay on Room 201.

It was the only room that both had a King-sized bed and a bathtub installed inside the bathroom.

Trevor threw himself on the bed and let out a relaxed sigh.

Now, everything was set and ready.

From now on, all he had to do was **** and enjoy the incredible power given to him.

Speaking of, Annabeth crawled onto the bed and settled next to Trevor.

Her hands rested on one of his legs as the **** asked,

"How may I serve you now, master?"