The stats of a Champion

Jack woke up to the sound of an alarm clock buzzing. His first thought was, naturally, that it all must’ve been a dream. All of it, the whole nightmare of a week, every moment of it until Aphrodite breathed into his mouth.

The thought was somewhat of a disappointment.

But then he felt something move by his side. It wasn’t his wife, the clock was 11 am, so she would be working now. Or, if he’d really been sent back a week in time, at a “business trip”, which he’d later realize was code for fucking another man.

And of course, it wouldn’t be his stepdaughter Haley, as she wouldn’t be caught in his bed for all the bitcoins in the world. Most likely, the freeloader was sunbathing in a bikini on the garden outside, wearing her oversized sunglasses and listening to hip, youthful, guitar-lacking music through her AirPods.

That only left…

“The sun is reaching its zenith and you’re yet sleeping? You are an adult man, no?”

Millia lay on her stomach, bare feet hovering above the chiton-covered bum as she flipped through one of his wife’s old magazines.

“I work nights,” Jack grumbled, yawning and heaving his back against the wall of the bed. “How long have you been here?”

She glanced at his hairy chest and bear-sculpted belly. “An hour, give or take.” Now when she wasn’t overshadowed by the incomparable aura of Aphrodite, it was hard to miss how beautiful the girl (woman? She was over 500 years old, even though her petite frame and smooth, soft skin made it hard to place her age as above 20) was. In fact, she was stunning. Just like her mother, her facial expressions enhanced her natural beauty, dancing between cute, beautiful and hot, all depending on the emotions conveyed. The wavy, golden hair was held in place by a wooden hair band, like a sprig from the forest, with a couple of ornamental brown-green leaves at the side. The eyes were big and endless, sharing the color of leaves in a thriving forest.

Damn, she was pretty. More than that. Gorgeous. And cute. And beautiful. Just like her mother.

“When you’re done gawking, you should check your… ‘phone’.” She seemed unused to the word, clearly repeating something told to her by someone else.

Jack didn’t care to address the accusation - he had in fact been staring. His phone was charging on top of the bedside table, and when he opened the screen - mildly curious as to why his new guardian had recommended he’d check it - he immediately saw a new app on the top row. It didn’t have a name, only a picture of a pink heart. He opened the app, no idea what to expect from a phone app made by a Greek deity. At least they were embracing the new world. Good for them.

Aphrodite's Chosen (Champion version)

Welcome, my glorious Champion! The world is about to get turned upside down, and you will be among those doing the turning. But for this most valiant mission, you’ll need a little bit of help.

The powers I give you, now and into the future, will be displayed on this screen. Please note that this is not the source of your powers, just a way to display and categorize them.

Your powers are fueled by your Virility, which you can see on the top of the summarization page. As you grow stronger, your Virility score will grow from its currently modest size.

To grow in strength and progress as my Chosen, you will have to spread Lust. In short - make people horny. Lucky for you, that’s a general condition of the human species and is therefore not too hard to achieve. However, I’ll still give you some tools to help you with your mission.

While spreading my glorious Lust, you’ll be rewarded with Virtue, as you are fulfilling the wishes of your Goddess. Once you’ve gained enough Virtue, your powers and Virility will grow, and you’ll gain more of my Gifts.

You will gain Virtue based on the quantity of the Lust you spread, as well as the quality. Making someone's panties a bit moist will garner some Virtue, but having them crawling on their knees, begging for satisfaction will give you a fair deal more. Climaxes caused by your Lust will give even more, and the further your targets have fallen down the ocean of depravity and indulgence on their journey to sweet euphoric release, the greater the reward will be. In other words, the deeper the shame is as they wake up from their orgasm-induced mental coma, the more the Virtue for you, my dear Champion.

Jack couldn’t help it, he was impressed. The text was bright pink on a parchment-colored background, with curled ends at the top and bottom of the screen, as if he were reading from some ancient scroll. They had succeeded well in mixing the old with the new, using the practical tools of the 21:th century for their benefit. Below the introductory text, he could find a summarization of his current… stats?

Title: Champion of Aphrodite
Affiliation: The pantheon of Aphrodite.
Virility: 1
Gifts: Breath of Aphrodite (Level 1)*
Passives: None.
Aura: Level 0.
Divine Equipment: None.
Notable Followers: Millia (Nymph of the Forest, Level 1)*

The summarization garnered more question than it answered, but Jack saw that he could touch on the lines marked with a *, which opened up a new screen.

Breath of Aphrodite (Level 1):
You’ve inhaled the glorious breath of your beautiful patron Goddess. Your fortune knows no bounds! As a result, you’ve been given the ability to increase a being’s arousal with nothing more than a touch. It will act as an aphrodisiac, greatly enhancing your target's level of desire and Lust, causing them to immediately turn to sexual thoughts, interpretations or fantasies. The general biological responses to arousal are also activated.
The effect of the Gift depends on its current level, and it can be upgraded through recurring usage. You can use the Gift 2*(Virility)/day, and requires physical contact with the target in order to be used. Your Virility will always reset at midnight.

Hmmm. So he could make people horny? That was it, wasn’t it? Seemed a little lackluster, considering he was the Champion of the Goddess of Lust, but Jack supposed he’d gotta start somewhere.

Next, he clicked on Millia’s description.

Millia, Nymph of the Forest (Level 1):

Rebellious daughter of Aphrodite herself, she’s spent her five centuries of existence in stubborn refusal to heed her Mother’s commands. When her siblings got Claimed, moving to an exciting life of dedication to a worthy master or mistress, Millia refused to even let a man or woman touch her, fighting them off or just hiding until they lost interest.
She’s now been forcefully granted to Jack Temple, Aphrodite’s Champion, who wears her Pendant of Amber, which grants him a certain Hold of her. She’s **** to stay within a few hundred feet of him, can’t leave an area he’s commanded her to stay within, and he’s got the ability to Fasten any parts of her body to two points of contact against any material surface.
However, until she submits to his will and his service, both in body and mind, she can’t be considered Claimed, and is therefore limited in powers and strength. Once she’s been claimed, however, a bond will form between her and her claimant, granting passive abilities to both of them, as well as locking up her road of advancement within the Nymph of the Forest path.

“Rebellious daughter of Aphrodite, huh?” Jack said, glancing at the nymph. “And you’re to submit to my will in order for me to claim you?”

She scoffed. “Not in a thousand life times, pork gorger.” She nodded pointedly at Jack’s beer tempered belly.

“We’ll see,” Jack said, stretching his arms and yawning. He needed caffeine, real bad. “You don’t happen to know how to make coffee, do you?”

“Nay,” The golden-haired nymph answered shortly, leafing through the magazine.

“That will have to be remedied if you’re to serve Jack ‘bane of the coffee bean’ Temple,” He said, getting out of bed.

“I’m not going to serve you-” Millia’s voice was cut off when her eyes left the magazine and landed on his exposed, naked manhood.

Jack usually slept without clothes, and he wasn’t one for shyness either. Taking some enjoyment out of her sudden mutism, he walked towards the hooks on the door, grabbing a robe and swung it across the shoulders. The nymph blinked, obviously trying to regain her posture, though her eyes were still fixed on his now covered crotch.

Jack fought the smile threatening to escape his lips. He knew that he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of in the phallos department. A bit over average in length, but the almost grotesque thickness of his member had made more than a few women lose their words as it was revealed to them the first time. And considering Millia’s rebellious distance to everything connected to her mother’s wants, she likely hadn’t seen a lot of male genitalia before.

“When you’re done gawking you can get up and follow me out.” Jack turned without waiting for an answer, though he caught a bright blush spreading over the nymph’s cheeks before she was out of sight.

A moment later, he heard the sound of bare feet skipper across the wooden floor behind him, catching up.

“I wasn’t-“

“You’ll need a cover story,” Jack interrupted her. “Since you will be living here now, we’ll say that you’re the daughter of an army buddy of mine who needs some help to get a foot into the city. We’ll say you’re a country girl wanting to experience the big city life.”

“O-okey… but-“

“You don’t happen to know how to tend a bar, do you?”

“Tend what?” She seemed taken aback by Jack interrupting her.

“A bar. A tavern. A place where **** is served in exchange for currency. But no matter, I’ll teach you then.”

“I… why do I need to know how to serve ****?”

“Because you’ll be getting a new job. At a bar.”

“Why?”

Jack ignored the question and walked through the kitchen, starting the coffee machine on the kitchen island.

“Do you think people can forget who they really are?” He asked, staring out the window, towards the glittering pool, green garden and the young woman sunbathing in a small - and indecently tight - pink bikini.

Haley, Jack’s eighteen year old stepdaughter, was swaying her crossed bare feet in time with whatever music she had playing through her AirPods. She was laying on her back on the lowered beach chair a few feet from the edge of the swimming pool, her chestnut-brown hair resting loosely over her shoulders and perky breasts.

“You mean like amnesia?”

“No. More like waking up one day to realize you’ve been fooling yourself into believing you’re something you’re not.”

Millia shrugged her shoulders. “Nymphs aren’t as gullible as you humans. It takes a lot to deceive us, and we would never be as dumb as to fool our own selves.”

“Mhmmm,” Jack grumbled, ignoring her condescending tone. “I think I’m finally done deluding myself.”

“Congratulations, pork muncher.” The gorgeous woman leaned her head to the side and frowned as she watched him silently stare into nothing. “Are you caught within a delusion right now?”

“In a manner, yes. I’m thinking. Planning.” His thoughts were swirling through his mind, mapping his path forward. He needed to prove himself worthy to Aphrodite, and she’d made it abundantly clear how that was supposed to happen. And after that, he needed to create Lust, spread Aphrodite’s influence as far and wide as possible with whatever means he had available.

His eyes went from Millia and back to Haley, before losing focus again.

Means to create Lust. Prove himself in as decadent of a manner as possible. Get **** for the hellish week his goddess had been kind enough to reset. Finding and using whatever assets he could find to rebuild the pantheon of Aphrodite.

A plan was slowly forming. It wasn’t exactly ethical in its nature, but neither was his goddess. She’d chosen him because she needed a warrior, a champion in a war between gods. And few people knew war better than Jack.

He needed to get his logistics in order, set up a chain of supplies. He would need capital, a flow of income as well as a way to convert that into carnal desire.

Luckily, there was already a multibillion dollar industry with that exact business plan to draw inspiration from.

Capital and assets first, but before even that, Jack needed to know what tools he had to work with.

“I think it’s time you met my lovely stepdaughter.”