The hottest nymph of America

He spent a few minutes laying on his back, enjoying the sun and thinking of the coming days. It would be a rough road, he could tell already. Millia wasn't exactly the most helpful companion, and he'd need to turn her into something useful. He would have to make her submit to him, or at least get her to accept her role. That wouldn't be an easy task, he knew, but he didn't have the time to worry about it. Not when he had to plan his **** on the women who'd betrayed him, all while trying to come up with a way to spread Lust. And create capital.

Aphrodite had said he would be given more tools, once he proved himself worthy. But he would have to make do with what he had right now. Jack wasn't the kind of man to wait for things to happen on their own, and he had no intention of sitting back and relaxing while others did all the work. If he was to do this, he'd do it his way.

He got up from his chair, heading back inside and up to the second floor. Haley and Millia were in his stepdaughter's room, and he heard them chatting as he approached the room.

"I'm telling you, this will be a good start," Haley was saying, holding a yellow skirt up to Millia's waist. "It fits your whole 'innocent girl-next-door' vibe you're going for, and it's pretty much impossible to get any more country than this." She put the skirt in the nymph's hands and turned to her packed closet. "Now, we just need to find a shirt to match it with."

Jack slowly opened the door, stepping inside. "How's it faring?" He said, smiling at the nymph holding the skirt to her hips.

"Good," Millia answered. "Your stepdaughter is very helpful. She has a lot of clothing. Of many types, colors and shapes."

Haley scoffed, throwing a look at Jack. "I haven't even opened my walk-in closet yet. This is nothing." She pulled a white blouse out of the closet. "Here. This will be perfect." She held it out to Millia. Jack noticed how her eyes lingered on the nymph's cleavage and bare legs, her breathing a bit labored. He'd activated Breath of Aphrodite on the girl for no more than a couple of minutes, and already it was making her feel things.

Haley blushed, turning back to the closet. Jack was enjoying the show.

"I don't know…" Millia held the skirt and blouse to herself, turning to the mirror on the wall. "These are different from my traditional clothes. I'm not sure I'm comfortable in them."

"Just try it out," Haley said. "Honestly, you are like the most adorable slash hottest thing ever, and I'm honestly furious at how much better than me you'll look in my own clothes. So go ahead, earn my wrath!" She turned to Millia again, her eyes lingering on the nymph's chest and hips.

"I just feel so… naked," Millia complained, still looking in the mirror.

Jack frowned. She hadn't been this hesitant to wear the chiton before. "If you're uncomfortable, we can try to find you some other clothes."

I think she looks good,” Haley said, her voice pitched somewhere between curiosity and challenge as her eyes swept over Millia’s body. “Just try it on, please?”

Millia hesitated, her delicate hands gripping the borrowed blouse and skirt like they might offer her cover from more than just eyes. Her posture was tight, uncertain—the way a girl stands when she knows she’s being watched, even if no one has said it aloud. Her glow—natural, subtle, utterly inhuman—made the cotton fabric in her hands seem too mundane to belong near her skin.

“Okay,” she said softly. “I’ll try.”

She dropped the borrowed clothes onto the bedroom floor with a whisper of fabric, the blouse slipping from her fingers first, then the skirt cascading after it like a fallen petal. Her bare feet shifted on the carpet—ivory against beige—each toe curling slightly as if the plush texture made her self-conscious. Her hands moved to the golden clasp at her shoulder, trembling just slightly.

“Would you turn around?” she asked, voice barely above a breath. “I’m not exactly… familiar with undressing in front of other people.”

Jack’s lips curled into a subtle smile. Her shyness was really quite, considering her origin as a nymph and daughter to her mother. “No problem,” he said, turning away with a casual roll of his shoulder.

Haley followed suit, pulling her phone from her back pocket with feigned disinterest. Jack watched her thumbs move across the screen at random—no real rhythm to it. She wasn’t texting. She was watching.

The black, glossy screen of the phone acted like a dark mirror, tilted just right to catch the reflection behind them.

Jack said nothing. He simply shifted slightly in place, enough to catch Millia’s form in the mirror mounted above Haley’s makeup station, framed by LED-ringed bulbs like some sacred idol on display.

She’d turned sideways, body angled toward the closet wall as her fingers released the delicate clasp on her chiton. The fabric clung for a moment to her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts, as though **** to leave the nymph’s flawless skin. Then it slid, almost sighing against her curves, baring one shoulder first... then the gentle slope of her back... then both breasts in a slow, graceful reveal that made Jack’s breath stall for a second.

Her skin was a flawless canvas—ivory with a faint shimmer, like she was perpetually kissed by moonlight. The lines of her waist curved inward tightly before flaring again at the hips, her bare breasts soft and high, pert enough to belong to a girl around Haley's age. Her nipples were a soft, rosy gold, just beginning to harden in the cool air.

She paused, fingers hovering just above her hip, before easing the rest of the chiton down past her thighs. It spilled over her legs in silence, pooling around her ankles. Her ass was small but perfect—sculpted, smooth, with the faintest dimple where muscle met softness.

She turned slightly, giving Jack a perfect view of her cunt through the mirror. Pink, glistening lips peeked out from between her legs, framing a small entrance that made his cock throb. They seemed to glisten, wet despite her shyness, and his mouth watered at the thought of his tongue wandering between those lips.

Millia’s fingers curled around the skirt on the floor, bunching the fabric as she lifted it. She hesitated before stepping into it, her gaze fixed on her reflection. The fabric slid up her legs, hugging her curves and highlighting the roundness of her ass when she bent slightly to pull it over her hips. The skirt settled against her skin, a soft swish of cotton that seemed to caress every inch it covered.

When she finally turned around, the skirt swirled just above her knees—too proper for how she looked in it. It made Jack’s fingers itch with the need to slide it back up her thighs until they were bare again, to see that glistening cunt up close.

“You can turn around now,” Millia said, voice pitched somewhere between hope and doubt.

Jack turned slowly, letting his eyes travel from her bare feet up those long legs, lingering where fabric met skin before continuing upward to rest on the way that blouse clung too tightly to her breasts. Haley’s phone hit the floor with a muffled thud, but she made no move to pick it up, her eyes fixed on Millia’s face, then dropping lower to take in the rest of the picture.

The nymph stood there, hands fidgeting with the hem of the blouse as though trying to hide behind it, her cheeks flushed a deep rose color that made her glow seem brighter. The innocent little outfit should have been chaste—it was white and loose-fitting, nothing like the revealing clothes girls her age wore—but somehow it just emphasized how perfect her body was. Jack could see the soft swell of her stomach under the fabric, the way it dipped into her navel before rising again at her hips. He wanted to reach out and trace those curves, to run his hands under that blouse and feel what he knew would be the most perfect ass in existence.

"Wow," Haley exclaimed. "You look… gorgeous. I don't think I could pull this off, honestly." She walked around the nymph, her fingers gently touching her waist. Millia let out a nervous gasp at the unexpected touch, her back straightening.

"What is it?" Haley asked.

"N-nothing, it's just…" Millia trailed off, her cheeks flushing.

Jack smiled. "Well, I think you should keep it." He said. "You look amazing."

Millia glanced at him, her eyes lingering between his legs for a second before quickly snapping back up to his eyes. Jack's smile widened, and he leaned back against the wall, making no effort to hide his obvious arousal.

Haley was still circling her, her eyes fixed on the nymph's ass. "Yeah, this is the one," she said, a bit breathless. "You're going to be the hottest girl in your whole village." She stepped in front of the nymph, reaching for her blouse, her fingers touching Millia's chest as she undid the top button, allowing a bit more cleavage. "Just have to make some… adjustments," she mumbled, looking up at the nymph's flushed face, the Breath of Aphrodite doing its thing. Her breath was shallow, and he could see the sweat starting to form on her forehead.

"Is this okay? Showing a bit of skin is sorta mandatory here in the big city," Haley said, her hands still resting on the nymph's blouse.

"Y-yes," Millia stammered. "Thank you for your help."

"Of course!" Haley said, giving the nymph a wide smile. "This is fun! Let's try out something else." She walked back to her closet, rummaging through her clothes. Jack could see her chest rising and falling, her breathing labored.

"Is she okay?" Millia whispered, glancing at the girl.

Jack smiled, nodding. "Oh yes, she's fine." He answered, his eyes fixed on his stepdaughter as she pulled out a red dress. "Just a bit… excited."

Haley walked back to them, holding the dress out to Millia. "Here, try this one on too."

The nymph nodded, taking the dress. "It looks a bit tight. It doesn’t seem practical."

"That's the point of fashion," Haley said, giggling. "To sacrifice practicality for hotness! Just try it. You'll look great, I promise."

Jack smiled at Millia. "Go ahead, let us see that beautiful body of yours." He said.

"Jack!" Haley exclaimed, blushing furiously. "Don't be such a fucking creep!"

"Relax, Haley," Jack said, smiling at her. "Just trying to make our new guest feel at home."

"By telling her she has a great body?" Haley said, crossing her arms. "You can't just say shit like that, fucking perv…"

Jack bowed to her wisdom. "I guess you're right. I apologize, Millia." He said, turning to the nymph. "Please, go ahead and try on that pretty dress." He held out his hand. "May I help you with your blouse?"

Haley glared at him, but Jack could see her eyes lingering on his chest, bare behind the robe. She was breathing harder than ever, and sweat was forming on her brow. "No you may not! Seriously, when did you turn into such a perv? Get out and let us try on some clothes in peace, or I'll tell mom."

Jack laughed. "Okay, okay, I'll leave you girls to it," he said, walking out. He glanced at Millia, and saw that she was still blushing, her eyes avoiding his. Jack had a feeling she wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes any time soon. "Haley, I'm working tonight, so don't expect me home until early morning. You're on your own for dinner."

Haley rolled her eyes, looking back at the dress in Millia's hands. "Good for you, Jack. Don't forget to wipe off your drool before you go out in public." She said, winking at Millia.

Jack let out a grunt, closing the door behind himself as he left the girls to their fitting session.