The Mortal God Of Olympus Ch.22 (Patreon)

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Chapter 22– Railing A Mother

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The door was opened by a strikingly beautiful woman, smelling of chocolate and spice and all things nice. She had beautiful blue eyes, not stormy and electrical like mine, but sparkling eyes that seemed to exude warmth.

I could see why Poseidon fell for the woman.

"Yes?" She asked with raised brows, after a few seconds of staring. Warmth and curiosity excluded from her, and I was instantly... interested.

"Sally Jackson?" I asked with a growing smile.

She nodded, though her eyes were more guarded. She was still overly friendly, and exuding charm and comfort, but she was definitely expecting bad news.

What a shame it was, that I came bearing the bad news indeed. But that wasn't a reason not to try my very best in my hunt...

With a smooth practiced move, I took her hand in mine and bought it to my lips.

"Nice to meet you miss Jackson, my name is Mikael." She looked shocked for a moment before her whole face brightened with a hesitant smile, and I almost felt it a crime that i had to deliver some bad news.

"And I would like to talk to you about your son." I finished, almost wincing as she visibly aged at my words.

She was still a great beauty, and I was jealous to see the ring on her finger. But she seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders in that moment.

She opened her pretty mouth to reply but a shout came from inside, interrupting the most sacred process of seduction.

"Sally, who's there!?" A man's voice barked out, I was of mind to go and break some bones. "You'd better not be wasting time outside!"

I frowned at the man's words. If I kill him, will Sally look at me like a hero or a villain?

The woman winced from the shout, and I could see a sliver of genuine tension and nervousness in her body.

I knew, just knew, that the man had hit her.

"Can we talk someplace else please?" She asked quietly. "I work around grand Central station..."

I repressed the urge to scratch my head. Should I accept the offer and spend some alone time with a pretty lady? Or should I show this stupid man who's the boss?

Lust vs pride, lust vs pride, lust vs pride...

"Will you be opposed to me using mind magic on your– on the man." I cut myself from calling that piece of shit her husband.

Her eyes lit up in excitement before dimming and getting guarded again. "Like the mist? I–I can't ask that of you–"

"Nonsense." I cut her off with a sharp smile, the brief excitement in her eyes was enough of an answer for me. "I'd be happy to be of service."

I entered the house, inside what I believed to be the living room. Television was blaring loudly, while beer cans littered around the floor, all leading to the smelliest man I've ever known or seen sprawling upon a cushion with his legs spread, a lit cigar loosely held in his mouth.

He looked up at me lazily, speaking around his cigar. "Who the hell are you? Some kinda celebrity model? Don't expect me to beg for some damned autogra-"

I didn't give him more time to talk. In a second, I crossed the room and buried my knuckles inside his stomach. For me, it was a light tap. For him? He heaved out food, beer and vomit upon his stomach, fear overtaking his face as he stared around wildly.

My second tap to the head knocked him out cleanly. 'Hopefully he'll survive.'

Or not, who cares.

"I–I thought you will use mist on him?" Sally asked with a frown, though she didn't look distressed, nor did she seem fearful.

"I apologize, miss Jackson." I stressed the miss part just a bit. "But I found myself deeply offended by his words... and his stench. You shouldn't put up with a piece of trash like this. But fear not, I will alter his memories before leaving."

"I..I see." She was definitely more reserved now, her eyes flickering to the door and back, before just nodding with a tentative smile. "Thank you."

With a wave of my hand, I manipulated the air to pick up the fat pig, the pig's vomit, and every piece of trash in the room, and threw it to another room.

Sally looked around in surprise and a slight awe, but she took it a lot better than any mortal I've met. Though I haven't talked to many...there was just one thing I did with mortal women, and talking ain't it.

In less than 15 minutes, we were sitting against each other with a cup of... blue tea and blue biscuits in front of us.

Very... interesting.

"To get to the point, the lightning bolt has been stolen. You know what that is?"

"Of course." She nodded easily, not growing offended at me insinuating her ignorance.

"Well, Zeus didn't like th–"

I was cut off as she sat up in alarm. "You shouldn't speak a god's name like that." She hissed out, worried and urgent. "Especially not his.

I smirked slightly. "Well...I'm sure my father wouldn't mind me speaking his name."

A healthy dose of shock and alarm seemed to assault her as she sat upright, though resignation soon clouded her face, her sudden strength leaving her. "Tell me honestly, are you here to finish us off?...I wish to make a single request, please...will you–"

"Calm down woman, I'm not here to kill anyone." I dragged her back down to her seat. "You are quite safe, both you and your son. I give you my word."

After managing to calm her down, I gave her the bare bones of the situation. By the end, she looked regretful but determined.

"I wanted to hide him away from that world for some more time. To let him enjoy his life and be normal." She sighed.

"I'm sorry to say this, Sally." Yeah, she asked me to call her Sally herself. "But people like Percy can never be normal. It's not in our blood to be normal. Your son will grow to be extraordinary, even amongst demigods. And just as extraordinary will be the dangers he face."

"I know." She whispered, pulling her knees to her stomach. She seemed to shrink into herself, looking small and delicate as she placed her chin on her knees. "I know. I just hoped that... maybe we could have some more time...maybe I could.."

I took this chance to palm her arm comfortingly, squeezing and caressing. "I understand. But it is time that he knew the truth. My father may leave him alone for now, but my more...down-in-earth uncle wouldn't be as generous."

She stared at me, suddenly realizing whom I meant, before letting lose a small startled laugh only to abruptly stop with a slap on her mouth.

'Why does this woman deny herself simple pleasures of life?' I decided to do something about it.

"Oh, no need to stop on my accords. I'd hate to keep such a beauty from enjoying herself." I said, still clutching one of her palms in my hand, slowly trailing my fingers up and down.

She laughed again, though much more polite and controlled this time, with a her palm covering her mouth. "You are too kind."

"I wasn't trying to be kind. Simple truth, really." I said with a charming smile, still caressing her hand.

Yes, I knew it was a 'charming smile'. Even married women said so.

She rolled her eyes at me, even as her cheeks reddened slightly. "You should try this with girls your age, young man. I'm almost your mother's age."

"Unless you are secretly thousands of years old, I'd say you are wrong. Besides, are you sure it's not working? Cause I can see your cheeks becoming a very lovely shade of red."

Her blush darkened, though she herself looked apologetic, and ever so slightly fearful. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a god."

Her eyes widened slightly as she hastily proceeded to explain. "Not that you don't look like one of course! Far from it."

I waved a hand to calm her down. "I'm not a god. Not completely atleast. Though I'm flattered you think I look like one."

I wiggled my eyebrows at her cheekily. Though I wasn't flattered. Not really.

It was a simple fact of life that I've accepted completely.

Her breath hitched and her blush darkened, though she abruptly stood up, snatching her hand from me. "I–I don't think we...I mean, I'm married and old, you shouldn't treat me like some young lady."

I walked towards her slowly, cautiously. "But you are indeed a young lady, and I'm an immortal. Age does not matter to us. You should know that."

I came to stand just behind her, very close but not touching. And then I bought a hand up to her shoulder, gently massaging the tense muscles. "You should try and enjoy your life more."

I pressed myself closer slightly, just letting my chest hug her back as my fingers dug into her neck and shoulders. "You deserve better than that pig."

By this time she was panting heavily, and I could smell the arousal off of her...along with just the tiniest bit of hesitation and resistance...

Honestly, I was shocked that she was still resisting me. With my looks and physique, and my expert charming and seducing skills, no mortal women has ever rejected my advances.

Specially someone like Sally, who were stuck with a pig of a man, and hadn't experienced the pleasures of life for god knows how long.

One thing I was sure of though, was that Sally Jackson has not been with a man since Poseidon. Which was 12 years ago. And how fucked up was that? Getting pregnant in her early twenties and then never touching another man?

Damn, she had my respect.

And lust.

"Please." She whispered with half-hearted desperation, though not quite succeeding in keeping the moan off of it. "We shouldn't do this. It's... it's so wrong."

Yet, she did nothing to reject my touch. Even as I completely pressed myself against her, letting my thick throbbing cock snuggle against her behind, while my fingers massaged under her shoulder, almost pressing against the side of her breasts.

"Relax, Sally." I whispered, leaving a trail of kisses from her ears to her neck. "I'm not here to make your life difficult. I'm here to help you instead, and make you truly realize...how pleasurous our world can be."

My hands suddenly tightened upon her breasts, eliciting a gasp as my fingers kneaded the soft but firm flesh through her clothes. A moan of pleasure finally left her as the tip of my finger circled her nipples, pinching and stroking.

"Don't worry about your son either. I will make sure of his safety. Only gods could hope to harm him with me by his side. So simply...relax."

"Pro-promise me." She managed to gasp out.

"Promise." My power extended around us, dominating her entire world, burning away the last flickers of her resistance.

[Skill Leveled Up: Seduction] Lvl 7

That seemed to finally do the trick and the woman began actively pushing her tits further into his palms, panting and moaning all the while.

A simple flex of my will had my clothes disappearing entirely, letting my heated beastly rod out free to create havoc.

I squeezed her tits hard, while constantly gyrating against her behind to properly make her feel my entire package.

She let out another low moan as my fingers finally tore through her thin shirt, finally making contact with her bared tits.

"Ther–there's a bed...inside.." She barely managed to squeeze out of her throat before my mouth clamped down on them, sucking and licking as my hands ripped apart her jeans as well.

I dragged her over to deeper into the house, taking her to her own room.

The bed was right there, ready and inviting, and yet I had other plans for it.

With my dick still thrusting and rubbing against her arse through her panties, I pushed the woman on her bed, bending her over on its edge.

All the while she moaned and writhed in pleasure.

"Please..." She gasped out. "...Don't tease too much."

I laughed, slapping her firm and plump behind. "I'm happy to start with main course."

Instead of tearing away her panty, I simply slid the thin cloth to one side, the erotic display of her puffy wet lips peeking around the thin line of her panty being simply too arousing a sight to let go.

Then, with the bunched up panty still clutched in my hand, I finally positioned myself at her glistening entrance, feeling the heat and tightness as I slowly started to push.

Her legs shook terribly, with her whole body jerking uncontrollably as my rocket slowly made its way into her galaxy.

"Oh, please!" She moaned out heavily, pushing her face into the bed to muffle her scream as I finally burried myself deep inside her.

I stopped moving for a second, surprised by the tightness of her wet channel as it spasmed around my shaft, squeezing and massaging as she went through an orgasm.

"Already?" I asked, a little confused but very much proud.

For the first time since I started my ministrations on her, Sally looked back at me, staring deep in my eyes. "Shut up and fuck me."

With the widest smirk growing on my face, I took hold of her hips, slowly pulling out. "Yes, ma'am."

Then, with a renewed force, I slammed myself back in her pussy, proceeding to giving her the fucking she deserved.

I rode into her with the force of a god, rocking her world, and her bed, into oblivion.

From there, the day proceeded into a passionate bout of debauchery, with me railing Sally Jackson against her own bed. Then railing her again over the said bed, before finally ending our day of purely pleasurous depravity by driving her into the said bed through the good old missionary fucking, with my mouth stuck to her breasts and her nails futilely trying to gouge out my back.

It must've been well into the evening by the time we were finally done.

After the haze of lust left her though, she was quite upset with herself, feeling disgusted and burdened with what she'd done. It took me awhile to set her straight, with another couple bouts of rough fucking to completely drive the point home.

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In the end, the day was a...smashing success for me...

Okay, I'm horrible.

For a new few days, I did question myself upon it.

Why the hell did I feel the need to rail a young mother like that?

In the end, the answer was simple. Sally was a beautiful woman, and I was a horny bastard. Plus she deserved a little bit of happiness, and I only knew a single way to give women the said happiness.

The fact that she was Poseidon's former flame had nothing to do with it. Or the fact that I enjoyed her screaming my name with the same mouth that Poseidon must have loved kissing. Or the fact that she enthusiastically claimed I was the best she's ever had, basically confirming I was better than Poseidon.

Yep, none of these things mattered to me, no sir.

In the next few months that I spent in Yancy academy, teaching Percy how to fight, I came back to her house to screw her almost every weekend. We both knew this was a temporary thing, with neither owing each other any sort of responsibility, so I took every bit of advantage from the situation to properly carve her lower canals into the shape of my dick. And she let me do it quite happily...and enthusiastically.

And one thing was clear to both of us, her life was definitely a lot better than before, especially with Gabe becoming a mindless slave.

Even better was the fact that Percy Jackson was an alright kid, and I wouldn't have to break the divine promise I'd made to Sally about Protecting the boy.

The academy itself was quite boring, especially once my rage as the new hot student died away (though that was more due to me limiting my looks to more mortal levels).

But things picked up in pace when our trip to the Manhattan museum was announced.

I could simply feel it really, that the time was coming close.

And I needed to be ready.

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Percy looked despondently at their P.E teacher, Coach hedge, wondering what new sick way he was going to use to torment all of them.

"Man, why does he hate us so much?" Percy muttered to his best friend, who didn't look even a bit annoyed.

Then again, he never had any problems with physical exercise. Michael Gabson was what one would call 'A buffed up pretty boy.' His muscles were so buffed, they looked to be straining against his clothes.

Percy still couldn't believe someone like Michael would even want to hang around with someone like him. The older boy came as a winter transfer and instantly became a female heartthrob. Even Nancy Bobofit, the redheaded bully of Yancy academy, did everything she can to catch his attention.

Honestly, Percy didn't even feel jealous of him, he'd just wanted to not catch his attention. From his experience, these pretty boys were always the biggest bullies behind their angelic faces.

But lo and behold! By some miracle Michael turned out to be a good guy, and one day when they were just hanging around, Percy realized he liked talking to the boy.

He never talked down to Percy, never snickered behind his back, never laughed at him when Percy failed even the most basic tests. He just encouraged Percy to do better, and pushing him to always give his 100 percent.

Sometimes though, he got this look in his eyes, like he knew something that Percy didn't. It used to annoy him once upon a time, but nowadays Percy just wrote it off as one of many quirks that his friend had.

Not that Percy would ever judge him for his many quirks.

So what if he was half a foot taller than the rest of them? So what if he probably stayed behind a couple of years? So what if he got all the girls wrapped around his fingers?

Percy was just glad to have a friend.

"C'mon, Perce. Remember what I told you?" Michael poked at his cheeks. "This is good for you. Try not to get lost in the museum, alright? And try to learn as much as you can. It will be important."

Percy tried to swat the offending finger, only to meet air. For a guy that big, Michael sure was too quick.

The older boy towered above him, even above the teachers. Percy was sure the principle must've pissed his pants when Michael first came to the academy.

"Yeah, something about my future. Are you going to tell me about that?" Percy asked, not having much hope.

"Sure, I will." Michael replied, and Percy made a double take. "Once you beat me in swordplay."

"Ohh man..." Percy groaned. "You should've started with that."

Swordfighting was another thing the boy tried to teach Percy. Apparently, the reason why he was sent here in a school of deliquents was due to him having used his sword skills on a teacher.

Percy had laughed out loud at that.

Before he was forced to shut up cause his new friend wanted to make Percy learn the ways of sword too.

Now don't get him wrong. Using sword was cool, and he loved sparring with Michael.

But he didn't like all the extra crap that came with it. Why can't learning something be straightforward? It never was.

To learn physics, you need to know math. To learn science, you need to know English. To learn English you need to actually see the letters without them fluttering around like crazy disco balls. And now, to learn sword fighting, you need to get up early in the day, go running (how did running connect with sword fighting again?), Then do some stretches and eat healthy food...it was like Michael was preparing him for war.

Though Percy still stuck to it, because once he was done with all those crappy exercises, his favourite part came; The sword fighting. After just a single bout, Michael dubbed him a prodigy the likes of which hasn't been born in centuries.

How his friend came across that number, Percy didn't know, but suspected that his friend simply made that up to make him feel better.

Sometimes Percy would catch him muttering while scribbling in his diary. Something like 'overpowered plot armor, and 'stupid protagonist brat getting free skills'. Whatever that was, Percy ignored it.

His friend might be a little loopy but he had a good heart. Or so Percy liked to believe.

"C'mon, I think we've reached the museum." Michael said, standing up from his seat.

Percy got up as well, and looked outside. Indeed, they had reached the Manhattan museum. But how did Michael know this without even looking?

Doesn't matter. He should focus more on not causing trouble than his friend's weirdness.

He smirked at Nancy as Michael ignored her attempts to talk, and had to hastily dodge a peanut butter sandwich.

Glaring at the stupid redheaded kleptomaniac, he muttered to himself. "I'm going to kill her. I just know it."

"C'mon, Percy." Michael waved him over.

Giving one last double-deadly glare, Percy left the bus, pushing past several kids who didn't see him coming.

Coach hedge was at the back of the bus, hollering at everyone to get moving, while Mr. Brunner, the only teacher who had anything nice to say about Percy, was being rolled on in his wheelchair by the coach.

Mr. Brunner was the reason Percy had just a tiny bit of hope that this field trip might be different than others. As long as he didn't end up destroying half the stone statues that littered this place, Percy will be a happy tourist.

Mr. Brunner led the tour, describing any slightly interesting piece of stone they came against. Percy tried his best to focus on him, he really did.

But everyone was ignoring the teacher and talking amongst themselves. And Mr. Brunner didn't seem to mind, it was like he was fine if just Percy paid attention. Even worse, whenever he tried to shut them up, Mrs. Dodds will give him the stink eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, same time as Michael had come, now that he thought about it.

For some reason, the woman looked nervous around the boy, skirting and sneering at him like they were old enemies. Michael on the other hand, was totally opposite, and always tried to go out of his way to infuriate the older woman.

Michael had a way of pissing off people in general...except for the beautiful females. For them he became a Casanova.

"Now, this here," Mr. Brunner continued describing the pictures on the stele. "Is Kronos eating his children. Can any of you tell me why he did this? Perhaps...Mr. Jackson?"

"Well..." Percy racked his brain to remember. Michael usually encouraged him to study Greek mythology, so he could say he was fairly good at it. "Kronos was the king Titan...and...he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos swallowed them up, but his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"

"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind him.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," he continued, "and the gods won."

Some snickers came from the group. Michael yawned. Mrs. Dodds gave him the stink eye.

The rest of the tour continued the same way until Mr. Brunner send them off with Mrs. Dodds.

Well...so far so good. Maybe he can get through this trip without any troubles!

He should've known not to tempt fate.

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I stayed behind the group as the rest of the class trickled out with Gleeson hedge and Mrs. Dodds. Or should I say...the satyr and the Fury.

"We've got a Fury among us, you know." I commented to Chiron. "The only reason I haven't killed her yet is cause of you."

He nodded gravely, though his eyes didn't leave the stele.

"How is he?" The centaur asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Good enough, I guess. Physically he's already better than any other demigod out there in the camp, and he's got the potential to be a better swordsman than Luke even."

And I wasn't even exaggerating just because he was my student. In but a few months, Percy Jackson had already become an advanced swordsman, around Lvl 8-9, if I had to guess. Before the end of the school year, I was pretty sure I could push him into expert's realm.

Had I not been his teacher, it would've been maddening really. But now I gladly took the credit with a smile on my face.

"Though he'd be even better if I can train him in his powers."

"And you are sure he is the sea god's son?"

I tsked irritatedly. "I know what I'm talking about. He's got potential to surpass even Thalia, and I'm saying this after being very partial against him."

"The gods wouldn't like that." The centaur muttered. "Another child of the big three, so soon..."

"The gods already know about it, Chiron. I'm here cause daddy dearest wanted to know how good he is."

We both fell silent for a moment before Gleeson hedge came running towards us. "She's got him, Chiron! I told you the boy wasn't safe! Now I'll have to fight off that monster and prote–"

I plucked up the satyr, stopping him from running into another danger headfirst. "Stay with Chiron, satyr. I'll handle the fury."

"No, Mikael! You must let him handle it himself. This could be a good test of his skills." The centaur said, throwing a pen towards me.

I caught the thing out of air, while reading its status.

[Anaklusmos (Legendary)]

Lucky bastard. A legendary weapon for his first true fight.

I nodded to Chiron and ran towards the Fury's scent. The air was alight with the presence of the monster and I soon found Percy nervously crouched under her elongating neck.

"Percy, Catch!" I threw the pen towards him, and he instinctively snatched in out of the air. \

The moment it touched his hand, a celestial bronze blade grew out of the thing, even as Percy dodged back from the fury's slash. I was already behind the thing, should Percy fail to kill it.

But I need not have worried, the boy instantly took an active guard stance and the next time the fury swiped at him, he smoothly turned aside while slashing upward against her throat.

The sword passed through the fury like hot knife through butter, without even a hint of resistance, and the monster instantly disintegrated into smoke.

I observed the boy absently as I approached him.

Percy Jackson

Age: 12

Race: Demigod

Level: 160

Tier: 5

Divine Power: 50,000/50,000

Stamina: 150,000/150,000

Health: 100,000/100,000

Stats

Strength: 150

Speed:160

Dexterity:170

Endurance: 150

Constitution: 100

Mental: 15

Spirit: 50

The boy just leveled up by full 10 levels.

'What the fuck? Was the boy a gamer or something? Nah...he's too ignorant for that.'

But still, his leveling speed was too similar to mine. If he ever becomes a tier 6 by simply out leveling tier 5 like me...then we'll be having problems.

"Wha...did you see that?" The twelve year old squeaked wildly. "Tell me I wasn't dreaming! Please, tell me I'm not going crazy..."

Poor boy.

"Calm down, Percy. Yes, it was real. Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. Now shut up for a second and let me plan."

The boy quietened down. He looked to be taking it well now, no longer hyperventilating. Chiron would no doubt already be erasing everyone's memories, and probably expecting me to act like this never happened while convincing Percy the same.

Because the moment Percy realized the truth, his scent will start attracting monsters.

But I had a plan of my own.

I explained everything to Percy.

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"That was a reckless decision, Mikael." Chiron chided.

"Nah, it's fine." I waved him off. "Sally already gave me her permission, and in less than a month, the boy is going on a quest. I'd rather he be ready for it."

"You cannot know that." The centaur protested with a shake of his head. "The boy's life will be under danger now. He will attract monsters like moths to light."

"I know that, Chiron, cause I know my father. Dad doesn't like Percy, no matter how fair he tries to act. He will send his own monsters to test the boy, same as Hades. Two of the big three wants him dead, Chiron. The naturally attracted monsters will be the least of his worries. He needs to be ready."

I turned around, done with the subject. "Besides, I promised Sally I'll take care of him."

I left Chiron's office in the Yancy academy. It has been a couple of days since my spilling the beans event.

Percy had needed a demonstration, and I'd let the stupid mist drop from my face. The mist reduced my looks to more mortal levels, and I did not like that.

Not. One. Bit.

I believed the world should have every opportunity to bask under my glory, but unfortunately, Chiron made a good point by saying I'll start getting mobbed by starstruck mortals. My godly looks were just that powerful.

Still, my astonishingly handsome face wasn't enough for the sea weed's brat, so I'd flared my wings in anger and threatened to dangle him upside down if he didn't get it through his thick head.

He'd accepted the presence of gods and demigods fairly easily after that.

'Maybe I should've started with that.'

Since then, I'd started training him with an unmatched ferocity. I wanted him to become an expert swordsman and surpass level 200, before we reached the camp.

Hopefully the boy wouldn't disappointed me.

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Percy Jackson sat in the Greyhound, travelling back to Manhattan, with a large smile on his face. For the first time in a while Percy felt... content to return home. Excited. Immeasurably Happy. Finally, he had a purpose. A higher objective. A reason, for his life being so miserable. Ever thought, when you are going through shitty times, and you feel like this is just trials before rewards? That every miserable thing that happened in your life was just a challenge, and now you are going to be rewarded for it? Well, Percy felt like that.

He still couldn't believe his best friend was an angel. Not as in a good guy type angel, but an actual 'I've got awesome white wings with black and blue tattoos' kinda angel. Oh, and his name was actually Mikael. As in 'Mee-ka-el'. It was a very weird name, but strangely, it suited the 4 winged angel very much.

4-winged angel...

Yeah, Percy still sometimes felt like he was dreaming. That his life got so f-worded up, that his mind shut down on itself and is now imagining things. If that was true, then Percy hoped this illusion would never be broken.

Like seriously.

Son of a god? Yes please! Cool water powers? Yes please! A higher purpose where he'll be battling monsters and gods? Holy seafood, Yes please!

But more important than all of them, Gabe the smelly pig gone? Yes! Please! Yes! Please!

A bonk on his head shattered all his daydreaming, though it could do nothing for the excitement and happiness that Percy was feeling right now.

"Stop smiling like that, would you? People are getting scared." Mikael yawned beside, pointing around as he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes.

There actually were people staring at him, and just as he scowled at them, they all hastily turned around.

This felt good.

"Your mom has a surprise for you." Mikael spoke as the bus came to a stop. "Enjoy your holiday cause I'll be taking you to the camp after that."

"Wait, how do you know that?" Percy asked suspiciously.

Did Mikael meet his mom already?

His friend had the smuggest smirk on his face "Oh, I met her yesterday but you don't need to worry about that. Just go and enjoy your weekend."

Percy stared at his weird friend (even by his standards), before shaking his head as got up.

"Perce." His friend called.

Percy looked back to see him staring back with a real smile.

"In the last few months you've gone through a lot, but it will all pay off soon believe me. Just know that I'm proud of you."

Then Mikael mussed his hair and Percy felt tears welling up in him.

"Thanks." He awkwardly said, before running out of the bus with a last wave.

Today can't have been a more perfect day.

And now was the time for that surprise.

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AN: And finished!

My second intimate scene, hopefully this was better than the previous one. Once again, pls rate it from 1 to 10, and let me know if I should shorten such scenes or enlarge them.

Btw, anyone uncomfortable with the scene, know that I'd made a Poll for this on discord. Banging sally won, naturally. Thus, the scene.

Also, my version of Percy will be a different, and some of those differences you'll be seeing soon. Tell me if you like him.

That's all for this chapter, see ya in the next!