The proudest nymph of America

He smiled as he walked down the stairs. The first day had barely started, and he was already having a blast, embracing the inherent perviness of his new station.

He grabbed his phone as he walked back into the kitchen, venturing to produce himself another cup of coffee. As he set the valiant machine on its mission to shred some helpless beans into powder, he read the notification from the app:

Aphrodite's Chosen:

Millia (Nymph of Forest, Level 1) has grown closer to her true nature.

Her level of arousal is increasing* due to her submissive nature being triggered. As a nymph, her sexual appetite is extremely powerful, and once she gets started, it might be hard for her to stop.

Cause: Embarrassment related to exhibitionism.

*Note: Mayhaps it would be more accurate to say her resistance is decreasing, rather than her arousal increasing. Though the effects are similar in result, the source differs from the human experience, as it's not a matter of being aroused, but rather a matter of her losing the ability to resist her arousal.

Jack grinned, reading the message. He was tempted to go back to Haley's room and try to glean some more insight into his guardian’s physical features, but decided to be patient. There would be time for that soon enough, if the notification were to be trusted.

Jack poured himself some coffee, his mind working. He needed capital to finance any operation he decided on, but what did he have to work with? He didn't have any assets to sell, and he wasn't about to try his fortune in Vegas. Hey, wasn’t there a god called Fortuna? Perhaps he could make some kind of deal-

Maybe it was his paranoia as a former soldier that stopped that line of thought before it managed to manifest fully, but his instincts screamed at him that Aphrodite wasn’t the type of goddess to be betrayed by fooling around with other divinities. Jack vaguely remembered jealousy coming up as a recurring theme in the myths he’d heard. And Aphrodite felt like she’d been a part of those stories.

He’d have to look her Wikipedia entry up later.

He returned to his original line of thought. What he needed was an asset that could be converted into money, while simultaneously spreading his goddess’ influence.

Which took the form of lust.

So some way to convert desire into currency, and then into yet more desire, and then into even more cash, and so on.

It felt like that was something someone should’ve thought of before…

It took him way too long to realize the obvious answer. Especially considering he was halfway through typing “how to earn money by making people horny” into a search engine before remembering the private tabs still open from the other night.

It was only the world’s most profitable industry after all, with a turn over of billions of dollars every year.

Jack had been trying to invent porn, hadn’t he?

With the main concept firmly in his grasp, he reevaluated his circumstances.

Jack’s job, working as the Head of Security at one of the most elegant nightclubs in the city, could possibly be an asset in this. It was already leaning into the territory, with a business plan at least in part based on making people horny. What if he found a way to combine them? To make the Parthenon (yeah, it was a Greek themed nightclub. Crazy coincidence, right?) into a more pronounced place for lust to be spread, naturally converting that lust into capital…

There was something there. He wasn't sure how, but he knew it could be done. He would just have to be careful.

Jack thought about it for a while, and his mind started forming a plan. He would need a few more days to figure out the details, but he had a good feeling. This could be it.

He was about to create a porn empire.

Jack spent the rest of the morning in the kitchen, trying to map out a plan to make his vision a reality. He wasn't an entrepreneur by any means, but he was a former member of Delta ****, and the military had taught him a thing or two about logistics and planning. He wouldn't say he was a genius, but he was certainly no idiot either. He had an idea. Once, not too long ago, Jack had been known as the guy who’d get this done. Not necessarily creating porn empires out of nightclubs, but turning a vague idea into a successful operation.

He’d missed being that guy.

While brainstorming and drafting his roadmap of luscious conquest, he kept an ear open for Millia and Haley. They were talking a lot, and though he couldn't hear every word, they seemed to be getting along well. He heard giggling and laughing from the girl's room upstairs, and once or twice, Millia's voice sounded a bit strained.

Eventually, the two of them came down from Haley's room. Jack turned to them as they entered the kitchen, his eyes were immediately drawn to Millia's outfit. The nymph looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing the skirt and blouse Haley had helped her with earlier, and her hair was loose around her shoulders. Her face was flushed as she avoided meeting Jack's eyes. He whistled and grinned at her.

"What do you think, Jack?" Haley asked, holding her hands up to present the nymph. "Doesn't she look great?"

"Absolutely," Jack nodded, letting his eyes wander over Millia’s body. Her nipples were still standing at attention under the blouse. "She looks amazing."

"Thanks," Millia muttered, her eyes glued to her bare feet, the pretty pink toenails standing out against the dark floor. "Haley helped me a lot."

"Of course," Haley said, smiling widely. "We're going to have a lot of fun together. You'll see!"

"Sounds good to me," Jack said, looking at his stepdaughter. He could tell she was getting closer to the edge of her desire, her body language betraying her. She was fidgeting with her hands, her legs rubbing against each other. Her breathing was shallow, and her eyes lingered just a bit too long on Millia's body.

"Well, I need to take a shower before heading to work," Jack said. He stood up from the kitchen island, turning to Millia. "You better get ready too, considering your new job as bartender of the glorious Parthenon Club."

Millia frowned. “I thought you were jesting,” Millia said. “I don't have any experience working at a kapeleion, or whatever you call it.”

"Bar," Jack said. "And yes, I was serious. As far as job requirements, you're pretty. Thus, you check all the boxes. Isn't that right, Haley?" He smiled at his stepdaughter, who seemed to have forgotten where she was while gawking over Millia.

"Wh-what?" Haley exclaimed, looking back and forth between Jack and Millia. “No, I mean, yes… I guess? But…” she frowned, her eyes landing on Jack again. “I mean, nightclubs are pretty hardcore… and she’s like, never seen a city. You’re sure this is a good idea?”

"You don't think Millia could handle the job?" Jack asked, raising his eyebrows. "That she's too soft and meek to handle some **** males at a lowly bar?" He smirked. “You could be right. Maybe she’s not ready for something like that.”

Millia's eyes narrowed, her shoulders straightening. "I can handle it," she said. "No common mortal could make me uncomfortable." She looked at Jack, raising her chin in the most adorable defense of her divine pride.

"I have no doubt about that," Jack said, nodding slowly. "But Haley might have a point. You are very pretty, combined with an aura of… let’s call it innocence. You’d draw some attention, that’s for sure."

Millia glared at him. "I said, I can handle it. I'm not afraid of a few drunken men." She crossed her arms. "I'm stronger than you assume."

Jack raised his eyebrows, nodding at her. "Of course you are," he said. "I’m sure you can handle yourself. But the patrons of The Parthenon can get pretty rough. And, as is clear, Haley doubts you’ll be able to handle it." He glanced at his stepdaughter, who seemed to have lost her ability to form words, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Jack smiled at her innocently.

"I can do it!" Millia insisted. "I'll show her. And you."

Jack held her gaze for a while, before nodding. "Alright. You’ve convinced me." He stood up from his chair. "I'll give you a few pointers before we go, we have a few hours. You should consider yourself lucky, Millia. I’m considered quite the mixologist." He smiled at the nymph, and her eyes narrowed again. He could see the suspicion in them, but her pride was on the line, trapping her in Jack’s web.

"I'm not sure I want your teachings," Millia said, clearly not trusting his proclamation of expertise.

Jack shrugged. "You’re free to back out, of course. I’m sure Haley won’t consider it an admission of defeat."

Millia scoffed, glaring at Jack. "I don't care what she thinks." She glanced at Haley, who seemed to be busy trying to regain her ability to breathe. "But I guess you have a point. Some preparation for this quest seems appropriate." She looked back at Jack, her chin held high. "Very well. I will accept your teachings. Though I won't take them to heart until they've proven useful. Which I highly doubt they will."

"Fair enough," Jack smiled. "Then let's get started. And Haley, would you please show some faith in our new guest? You're being rude."

Haley's eyes seemed on the verge of popping out of her skull as she looked at Jack in disbelief. "I… wha… I'm being rude?" She stammered, looking back and forth at them. "But… I… you…" She shook her head. "Okay, sure. Whatever." Her eyes lingered on Millia again, and Jack could tell her lust was growing. Her hands were shaking, and she was fidgeting like she had to pee. "I'll, um, I'll be upstairs. Doing my homework… with books. You guys have fun."

"Thanks, Hales," Jack said, smiling. "We'll be sure to keep it down."

"Y-yeah," Haley nodded. She glanced at Millia one last time, before turning and practically running out of the kitchen.

Millia tracked her with her still narrowed eyes. "The mortal will learn not to question the abilities of a nymph," she said.

"Of course she will," Jack agreed, his eyes wandering over the nymph's figure. "Now, let's get started, my nymph-san.”