Success...or not?

The next morning, you sit across from Liam, arms crossed, your face still flushed from the combination of embarrassment and residual frustration from last night. You’ve just finished recounting the chaotic sequence of events—the moment with Michelle, followed by Becca twice, and then that awkward handjob.

Liam stares at you, wide-eyed, his face a mix of disbelief and barely suppressed laughter. "Wait, so you actually ate out Michelle and then Becca—twice—and then gave some random dude a handjob?" His voice rises as he processes it. "And let him cum on your face?!"

Your face turns bright red, anger simmering. "Liam, shut up! You have no idea what it's like! You just get to ride along this stupid fucking curse and have Aphrodite in your lap!" you snap, feeling your fists clench at your sides. "I don’t even want to talk about that part, okay? It was… it was weird. I didn’t want to, but I had to!"

Liam raises his hands in surrender, his expression instantly softening. "Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make it worse..."

You huff, your anger simmering down as you realize you might've gone too far in your reaction. You ease up a little, sighing as you run your fingers through your messy hair, still feeling sticky in places from last night’s mess. "Yeah, I know it was a lot, okay? It was too much. But we’re almost done with this trial, and that’s what matters."

Liam shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah, well… you know why Becca stormed out on me?" He rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "I, uh… couldn’t get hard. Like, at all. She was all over me, and nothing. Not a damn thing."

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. "Aphrodite’s curse, I’m guessing?"

"Yep," he sighs, sinking into the couch. "When she said I wouldn’t get laid if I turned down her offer, I thought it was just her being dramatic, but damn… I’ve never felt more embarrassed in my life. I just left the party after that. Couldn’t face anyone."

You let out a small laugh despite yourself. "Yeah, well, at least you didn’t end up with a dude’s cum all over your face."

Liam chuckles awkwardly. "Touché."

Both of you sit in silence for a moment, a shared sense of awkwardness hanging in the air. But there’s a small sense of relief too. You’ve both survived another night of this twisted trial.

"At least it seems like Michelle’s going to consider helping me get that girl into the sorority," you say, leaning back into the couch. "So, that means we’re almost done with the first trial."

"Yeah, that’s good news," Liam says, nodding. "But, uh… you don’t have her number, right?"

You frown. "Nope."

Liam scratches his chin. "I’ve got Ashley’s number, though. You could text her and ask for Michelle’s number."

You nod, grateful for the solution. Liam hands you Ashley’s number, and you quickly type out a message to her, asking if she could pass along Michelle’s contact info.

As you hit send, Liam looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your disheveled appearance. You’re still in the same outfit from last night—the white crop top, the skirt, the bra and panties—your makeup smeared and smudged all over your face from hours of kissing, moaning, and well, being ridden by two different girls and a facial. Becca had even squirted on you, leaving you with an extra layer of humiliation that now felt like a badge of honor.

Liam grins, clearly trying to hold back another laugh. "Honestly, you… kinda look hot right now."

You glare at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. "Liam, I swear…"

He raises his hands again, laughing. "I’m just saying! After all that, and you still manage to look sexy as hell, makeup and all."

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the slight smirk tugging at your lips. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Literally a "hot mess". I'll wash it off… once we finish this damn trial."

Just as you both start to relax, there’s a knock on the door.

Both of you freeze, knowing exactly who it is.

You exchange a look with Liam. "Aphrodite," you mutter under your breath.

"Of course," Liam replies, sighing.

You both stare at the door as another knock echoes through the room.

You and Liam exchange nervous glances as you both rise to answer the door, knowing exactly who’s behind it. The moment the door swings open, Aphrodite enters—but she looks completely different this time.

Gone is the ethereal, golden goddess look she’d donned before. Now, she stands before you in the form of a striking woman in her early thirties, with a body that could stop traffic. Her curves are exaggerated in all the right ways—her hips wide, her waist narrow, her full breasts straining against the fabric of a sleek, deep red cocktail dress that hugs her figure like a second skin. Her skin is sun-kissed and flawless, her dark auburn hair cascading in loose waves down her back. Her lips are painted a deep crimson, matching the color of her dress, and her eyes are a piercing green, practically glowing with mischief. She looks both refined and dangerously seductive, like she could command an entire room with just a glance.

She saunters in like she owns the place, her heels clicking against the floor with every step. Without missing a beat, she grabs Liam by the wrist, pulling him forward with an effortless strength. He stumbles slightly, caught off guard, before she forces him to sit down on the bed. Then, without hesitation, she climbs into his lap, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Liam, wide-eyed and flustered, stares up at her as she settles in, adjusting herself comfortably. You, on the other hand, quickly take a seat on the edge of your bed, which is positioned across from Liam’s. Your heart races as you try to read the situation, knowing that any misstep with Aphrodite could have serious consequences.

She turns to Liam first, her voice soft and teasing. "How’s my favorite boy doing? Missed me?" she purrs, running her fingers gently through his hair. Liam, to his credit, tries to remain composed, but you can tell he’s struggling to keep his cool.

"I’m… fine, Aphrodite," he manages, though there’s a clear strain in his voice. Her presence alone is enough to rattle anyone, but this new form of hers? It’s something else entirely.

"Fine?" she pouts, trailing her fingers down his jawline. "Just fine? Hmm… we’ll have to change that, won’t we?"

Then, almost as if remembering there’s another presence in the room, she turns her gaze to you. Her green eyes narrow slightly as she studies you from head to toe, taking in your disheveled state. The remnants of last night’s chaos are still all over you—your smeared makeup, your wrinkled outfit, your hair looking like it’s been through a storm.

"What happened to you?" she asks, her voice suddenly sharp, the playful tone vanishing. "You look like you’ve been dragged through Tartarus."

You and Liam exchange another look before you clear your throat, trying to keep your tone casual. "We made progress," you begin carefully. "I talked to Michelle, and… it looks like she’s considering letting the girl into the sorority."

"Yeah," Liam jumps in. "The party went well. That’s the outcome we were hoping for."

Aphrodite eyes you both, clearly unconvinced. She’s not stupid—far from it. "Interesting," she murmurs, her gaze flicking to Liam. "And what about you, Liam? Did you get laid last night?"

Liam stiffens, and you can practically feel the tension radiating off him. Before he can even think of a response, Aphrodite starts teasing him, her voice dipping into that sultry, commanding tone that makes you shudder. "Oh, I know you didn’t. Poor thing." She grins, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "It must be so hard for you, so frustrating."

Liam swallows hard, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he fights to keep his composure. You can’t blame him. After all, you’re both bound by her whims, and she knows exactly how to push every button.

Still, the tension gets to him, and he gives in just a little. "Well…Lucas—" he begins, stumbling over his words. "I mean, he… he ate out Michelle."

Aphrodite’s eyes light up at that. "Did they now?" She leans back, her lips curling into a pleased smile. She plants a soft kiss on Liam’s cheek as if rewarding him for revealing more. "Good boy."

Then, with a sudden snap of her fingers, she shifts her attention back to you, and just like that, you feel a strange, tingling sensation in your chest. You glance down, your heart skipping a beat as you realize what’s happening—your breasts are growing. You watch in stunned silence as your chest very slowly fills out, the once loose cups of your bra now fitting snugly around full A-cup breasts. You can feel the slight added weight, the new pressure of your body pressing against the fabric.

"What… what the hell?" you stammer, your anger bubbling up. But you **** yourself to keep calm, knowing how dangerous Aphrodite can be when provoked. "What was that for?"

Aphrodite grins wickedly. "Oh, you didn’t think I wouldn’t find out about you calling on Hermes again, did you?" Her tone is light, almost amused, but there’s a sharp edge to it. "I warned you about letting other gods get involved. And yet, here we are. So, consider this a little… acceleration of your transformation."

You can feel the rage boiling beneath the surface, but you bite your tongue, knowing it won’t end well if you lash out. Your mind is racing. She knows everything. This just got worse.

But Aphrodite isn’t finished. She gives you a long, appraising look before turning back to Liam, who is still visibly nervous beneath her. "Now, I think it’s time we decide what part of Hermes’ magic stays, don’t you?"

She grins at Liam, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "How about this, Liam? You get to pick. What part of Luna should I keep for our little friend here?" Her eyes glint mischievously. "I’m thinking… the way she talks, the way she walks, or maybe the confidence? You choose."

Liam stares up at her, his mouth dry. Aphrodite leans in, her lips inches from his. "Pick the one I’m thinking of, and maybe I’ll give you a kiss—right here," she whispers, tapping his lips.

You freeze, feeling the weight of the decision hanging in the air. What will Liam choose?

You watch as Liam sits there, clearly struggling to come up with the right answer. He rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting between you and Aphrodite, who is lounging in his lap with a smug grin on her face, thoroughly enjoying the pressure she's putting on him. Her playful, teasing tone doesn’t help the situation.

"So, Liam," she says, her voice dripping with honeyed charm. "What’s it going to be? The way your little friend here talks? The way they walk? Or that cute, girly confidence I know they’re starting to feel?" She taps her chin, mock-thoughtfully. "It’s not such a difficult decision, is it? After all, you know what you would like to see."

Liam’s face flushes red, and you can tell his mind is racing, trying to make the least destructive choice for you. He glances at you, clearly looking for some kind of hint, but Aphrodite quickly shuts that down.

"Uh-uh," she says, raising a finger. "No help from your friend over there. This decision is all yours, darling."

Liam frowns, biting his lip as he starts to talk it out loud. "Okay, okay," he mumbles. "Let’s think this through. The way they talk? That could get really weird, right? Like, if Luna starts talking all… flirty or something, that’s gonna be a big change." He shakes his head. "No, not that."

You watch him nervously, your heart racing. This decision feels like it’s going to shape things in a way you can’t even imagine yet, and you desperately want to tell him to stop, to think harder. But you can’t. Aphrodite’s rules are Aphrodite’s rules.

"The confidence," he mutters, glancing at you briefly. "If they start getting all girly and confident… no, that’s not right either. That’ll just make things even worse."

He pauses, sighing in frustration. "So… the walk, then? I guess that’s the least noticeable? Maybe we can get by with that." He looks at you with a pained expression, silently hoping that’s the right choice. It’s clear he’s torn, not wanting to make things harder for you.

Aphrodite smiles, thoroughly entertained. "The walk, hmm? Interesting choice. But, Liam, darling… what about what you want? Don’t you want to see Luna flirt with you a little more?" She leans closer to him, her lips brushing his ear. "Think about it."

Liam swallows hard, trying to keep his cool. "Look, I’m just trying to pick the least… you know, the least—"

Aphrodite interrupts, smirking. "Oh, don’t be shy now. I know you’re enjoying this. But if you want that kiss, you better pick right."

He hesitates, but finally sticks with his decision. "The walk," he says firmly. "I’ll pick the walk."

Aphrodite raises an eyebrow, studying him for a moment. "Bold choice," she says with a mischievous grin. "But I expected as much. Small reward for you." She leans in, her lips grazing his cheek as she plants a soft, tantalizing kiss. Liam’s breath catches, clearly flustered.

But then Liam speaks up again, trying to push the conversation in a different direction. "Okay, so… what about Hermes’ spell? Can we keep using it? It’s been helping us out, and it’s not like it’s hurting anything."

Aphrodite’s grin fades slightly, her eyes narrowing. "Why would I allow that? It’s my curse, my entertainment. Letting Hermes butt in isn’t exactly fun for me, is it?" Her tone is sharper now, more serious.

Liam, clearly ****, tries to strike a deal. "What if… I give something up in return? Like, if I make a sacrifice, will you let us keep using it?"

Aphrodite crosses her arms, intrigued. "Go on," she says, motioning for him to continue.

"I… I don’t know. What do you want in return?" Liam asks cautiously.

Aphrodite’s eyes gleam with wicked ideas, and she starts throwing out suggestions—some of them ridiculous, some of them genuinely horrifying. She suggests making your transformation permanent, making Liam do humiliating tasks, or even speeding up your curse tenfold. It’s a back-and-forth negotiation, with Liam desperately trying to find a middle ground.

Eventually, they settle on something. Aphrodite, leaning back in Liam’s lap, smirks as she lays out her final condition. "Fine. You can keep using Hermes’ little spell… but in exchange, Liam, you won’t be able to get hard. Ever."

Your stomach drops. Liam looks horrified, but he’s willing to make the sacrifice. He starts to nod, but you can’t let that happen. "No," you cut in, your voice firm. "He shouldn’t have to suffer for this. It’s not his fault. We’ve almost finished the first trial—can’t you just take it easy on him?"

Aphrodite’s gaze flicks to you, clearly amused by your attempt to bargain. "Oh? Trying to play the hero, are we?"

You swallow your anger, knowing how dangerous this could get. "Please," you say, forcing yourself to stay calm. "Just… leave him out of it. We’ll figure it out, but don’t punish him for something I did."

For a moment, there’s silence as Aphrodite considers your plea. Then, with a wicked smile, she snaps her fingers.

You feel a wave of relief wash over you, thinking the worst has passed. But then Liam asks the one question you were both dreading. "Wait… does that mean I can get hard again?"

Aphrodite’s grin widens. "Oh, darling, of course you can." Then, she pauses for effect, her eyes glinting with malicious glee. "But only when _Luna _touches you."

Both of you freeze, your stomachs dropping simultaneously. "What?!" you both blurt out in unison, your minds reeling at the implications.

Aphrodite laughs, thoroughly entertained. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun* to watch," she says with a wink. "I think I’ve given you enough to chew on for now."

Before either of you can protest further, she drops the final bomb. "By the way, the girl you want in the sorority? Her name’s Charlotte Brown." She gives you a knowing smile, then snaps her fingers one last time.

And just like that, she vanishes into thin air, leaving you and Liam sitting there in stunned silence.

The room feels heavy with the weight of everything that just happened. You can barely process it, your mind racing with confusion and frustration. You glance at Liam, who looks just as shocked, his face pale as he stares at the spot where Aphrodite had been.

This curse… it just got even more complicated.