Jack Mills.
It was no ordinary name.
Women loved him, and their husbands dreaded him. He was called the son of Zeus, but not like Hercules. He was the son of Zeus because of his insatiable lust and a manhood that would put even Zeus to shame.
There wasn't a single woman in his life he hadn't slept with.
His brother's wife? She bore his twins.
His best friend's fiance? She couldn't stop yelling his name at the altar.
His father's second sugar baby? She gave her virginity to him instead of his father.
At first, Jack kept count of all the women he had bedded and all the husbands and boyfriends he had cucked. But eventually, it got too tiresome, and he stopped counting after his 420th conquest.
However, karma was a bitch even Jack couldn't tame.
Tired of his antics and wearing forced green hats, every man he had wronged united. They were out to kill him and soon, his luck ran out.
He was hacked to death by the green hatters. His once proud manhood was turned to minced meat and fed to dogs.
The women wept at his death. Some even carved dildos out of what remained of his properties, denying any intimacy to their husbands and boyfriends.
Because of their revolt, an entire state was wiped off the face of the earth after no children were born for decades.
He had nothing to do with what happened after his death. Yet, Jack was being tried for it in the divine court.
"Seventeen thousand children that would have been born on earth couldn't because of your actions," One judge scolded him.
Someone else blamed him for the unhappy marriages the women and men led on earth. The rest pulled any excuse out of their ass to extend him punishment.
Finally, the gavel hit the table sounded, and the judgment was made.
"For all your crimes, you're sentenced to eternal CBT and repeated castrations."
Just like that, Jack's smirk was replaced by an irritated scowl. Around him, celestial judges murmured, smiles plastered on their faces while they begrudgingly acknowledged what he accomplished in his brief life.
But Jack wasn't one to throw in the towel so easily.
"That's a little excessive, don't you think, babe?" Jack scoffed.
The goddess of judgment looked at the human who dared to speak such degrading words in her presence.
But who could have blamed him?
Not only the punishment was unjust, but the goddess was a total babe, which forced Jack to react as he would on Earth.
The goddess was barely clothed, draped in sheer golden silk that clung to her curves like liquid sunlight. The fabric shimmered with the faintest movements she did, offering tantalizing glimpses of her divine mounds hiding underneath.
Just like the statues those Greeks made, her body was the epitome of perfection, but her expression was as cold as the judgment she delivered.
Jack, of course, wasn't intimidated. He had spent his entire life charming women, and this one was no different. His eyes roamed over her body with the same hungry gaze he had shown to countless women before.
"What kind of court is this where the defendant doesn't get a chance to, well… defend himself?" Jack continued.
The judges were about to curse him to shut up, but Justa, the goddess of justice, allowed him one chance to speak.
"You told me my crimes, but none of you mentioned what led to those crimes!"
The court fell silent as Jack roamed the hall. As much as they hated his ways, they were intrigued by his story.
"I was once a happy man, innocent to the ways of the world. I found someone and promised to live my life with her. Everything was fine until one day… I found her with him!"
"Who?" the judges asked simultaneously, sitting on the edge of their seats.
"My brother," Jack said, putting on a pitiable face. "She was playing house with him while I worked my butt off to provide for a good life."
Even Justa was immersed in his story until she flipped through the page of Jack's life. A vein bulged out of her forehead when she realized what incident he was talking about.
"…you were two years old back then!" she yelled, massaging her temples. "You were literally playing house!"
"Context doesn't matter, Your Honor. The truth is undeniable! I forced green hats on others, because I was forced to wear one!"
"Bullshit!"
It wasn't a common sight to hear a goddess curse, but honestly, Jack wasn't a common case either. Using something from his childhood to win sympathy was a crazy move only he could think of.
"Silence! The sentence holds!"
"Meh, it was worth a try." Jack shrugged. "At least let the executioners be females. I never got to hit on one in my life."
"URGH… take him away!"
Just as he was about to throw out another cheeky remark, the doors of the divine court swung open.
The judges who were cursing him a minute ago fell silent. Even Justa dropped her icy demeanor and looked at the woman who entered the court.
Like Justa, the woman was also draped in silk, but it was much more revealing than hers. The curves of her body were made to be worshipped, and the woman knew how to flaunt it.
"Oh my, why are you holding a trial without me?" the woman said. "Is this the way to treat your sister, Justa?"
"The judgment has been made, Fortuna. He is guilty of the crimes—" Justa replied, but was interrupted.
"Like I care about that."
Fortuna's words were disrespectful to the court, yet no one dared to retort. After all, Fortuna wasn't just any goddess, she was one of the three most powerful gods in the realm.
No one, not even the goddess of justice, could oppose her if she wished to interfere in the trial. And Fortuna knew that. Obviously, repeated interference wouldn't be tolerated, but it was her first time so no one batted an eye.
Fortuna turned to Jack.
"Would you like me to save you from this.. predicament?" she whispered into his ears.
"Save me?"
"Yes," she replied. "Besides, it won't be the first time I helped you."
Jack was confused. He was meeting Fortuna for the first time, and yet she mentioned helping him. Fortuna's emerald eyes gleamed, watching Jack rack his brains.
"Do you think all your luck with women was your own doing?" she asked.
"What?"
"I may have… nudged the dice in your favor now and then, per se." She said, circling him. "But luck, my dear Jack, is a fickle thing."
"And what exactly do you want from me?"
Her smile widened.
"A wager."
The courtroom fell silent.
"If you win, I'll overturn your sentence. But if you lose…" Her fingers trailed lower before she pulled away. "You'll be mine. Forever. Of course, you'll have to face the punishment Justa decreed."
Jack thought about it. He could either take the wager and hope for the best, or he could decline and live in misery for all eternity.
And yet, staring into the goddess's sultry, amused gaze, he already knew…
It was time to play the game.
"Excellent!"
Fortuna clapped her hands in excitement.
"Here's the game… you'll reincarnate into a new world, and your goal would be to sleep with… a thousand? No, that'll be too easy for you. Five thousand. You'll have to sleep with five thousand women."
She continued, "If you failed… well, you know what will happen then. Don't you?"
"Yes…"
"Don't worry, I won't leave you high and dry," Fortuna chuckled before snapping her fingers. "Here, I'll give you a little something to help and guide you."
Jack felt a strange tingling sensation in his balls before they burst into fire. His screams filled the court as everything went dark before his eyes.