[Perseus POV]
I was in my room, sitting on the floor with my laptop balanced on my knees, trying to figure out why the shulker farm Xavier and I had copied from a YouTube tutorial refused to work.
Next to me, Xavier clicked furiously, trying to adjust the design.
As I tried to trap a villager in the right spot, our door creaked open and Enid walked in like she had just witnessed a murder.
"Hi, Wolfy," I said casually. "What happened this time?"
Enid blurted, visibly stressed. "Yoko's sick! The Poe Cup is tomorrow, we don't have enough people, Bianca's going to crush us again, and…"
"Breathe, Wolfy," I interrupted, not looking up from my laptop. "Try not to hyperventilate all over my carpet."
Enid paced, wringing her hands. "This is a disaster! We're doomed. Totally doomed."
"Invite Wednesday," I said flatly.
Enid suddenly stopped moving and gasped as if I had suggested sacrificing her to Cthulhu. "Are you insane? She'd never agree to that!" She hesitated. "…Or would she? I mean, we're friends, kind of, but…"
"Bianca wins every year," I cut in, finally glancing at her. "Someone needs to humiliate her. That should be enough motivation for Wednesday."
Enid froze, then her whole face lit up with hope. "You're right. You're actually right! Oh my god, this could work."
I smirked. "I'm always right. Took you this long to notice?"
She ignored my remark and bounced on her heels. "Thank you, Percy!" She leaned down, planted a quick kiss on my lips, and bolted out the door, practically glowing with renewed purpose.
Xavier stared at the door long after she was gone, then slowly turned to me. "I honestly admire you. I can't even manage one relationship, and you're juggling like a lucky bastard between two."
I glanced up briefly. "That's what I call a skill issue."
He groaned and pushed himself to his feet. "Remaining on the subject of Enid—the Poe Cup is coming up. Bianca's already bragging, Enid, as you just saw, is hyperventilating about costumes and logistics, and Divina said she'll mock us if we lose again. I need someone who can win a race, paddle like a machine, and ideally terrify the other team into submission."
"You're trying to recruit me?" I asked, unimpressed.
Xavier smirked. "Oh, you thought I was talking about you? Are you so full of yourself?"
I ignored him and focused on my screen.
He sighed. "You're a fucking genius, and you refuse to do literally anything for our dorm. If you could at least fill the canoe with some traps…"
"I'm already helping," I said. "I'm making sure Wednesday enters and she'll destroy Bianca."
"Yeah, but you could participate! It's a glorified Halloween party with swords, sabotage, and possible drowning," Xavier argued. "Come on. We both know you'd be good at this."
"Still no. I want my girls to win, and if I join then we'll definitely win." I leaned back against the wall, folding my arms.
"You're a narcissist." He jabbed a finger at me, exasperated.
"Don't see the problem." I smirked, eyes drifting back to my laptop.
Xavier groaned and raked a hand through his hair before tossing it in sheer frustration.
[Time Skip a few hours later]
I woke to the sound of shuffling feet, loud laughter, and someone dropping what sounded like a tin box onto the floor. I groaned and blinked a few times, then lifted my head just enough to see four guys, dressed in half-finished jester costumes, painting their faces with white makeup.
For a moment I wondered if I was still dreaming. Unfortunately, I wasn't.
"Oh, Percy, you're up," Xavier said while struggling to smear powder over his cheeks. "Help me out with this white stuff?"
"Sorry," I muttered, flipping my pillow over. "I only help girls."
"Perseus," he snapped, already annoyed, "if you're not going to help and mock us, just go back to sleep."
"Yeah, yeah," I yawned. "Tell some jokes to your king, and maybe I'll consider it."
A puff of white powder hit me square in the face before I could react. I coughed, sat up, and shot them a dirty look.
Dragging myself out of bed, I started my usual routine. I brushed my teeth while watching these clowns, no… jesters, rattle off motivational speeches like fanatics in a cult. It was Poe Cup day, after all.
After I was dressed, I headed out for my morning jog, which as usual ended at the lake. The air was cold, but I dove in anyway. A few laps through the still water to train a bit, and that was it for the day.
When I swam back to shore, I saw her.
Wednesday was standing by the edge of the lake, arms crossed, eyes fixed on me as I walked out of the water in nothing but my soaked boxers.
"Liking what you see?" I asked with a smirk, feeling her eyes roam over my body.
She didn't flinch. "Why shouldn't I like what is mine?"
I laughed. "Why are you here, Darkling? Don't tell me you're planning to help your dorm beat Bianca and need my help to sabotage a few canoes."
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Never mind. Just passing through."
She turned to leave, but I caught her wrist gently and pulled her into my arms. I hugged her without saying much else, just holding her close.
She didn't resist, didn't hug me back either. She simply stood still, face unreadable, her eyes locked on mine.
"You're dripping on me," she said flatly.
I ignored her remark and said quietly, "I'll help if needed."
Her lips twitched almost imperceptibly, as if weighing whether to thank me or threaten me.
At the end she said, "Stop leaning on me."
"But it's so pleasant." I grinned.
I mean, have you ever had a girlfriend who's smaller than you? Ehmm… probably I should've stopped the sentence after girlfriend.
Still, if you ever get one who's smaller than you in the future, you'll understand.
You can rest your chin on her head like it's an armrest. Your hoodies turn into dresses for her. You can scoop her up mid-argument just to shut her up, or pick her up in public and act like it's nothing. And when she tries to push you off, it feels more like being attacked by an annoyed kitten than anything serious.
Really, it's unfair how many advantages come with a smaller girlfriend.
And now she would get slightly frustrated and threaten to cut my legs off or gouge my eyes out. It was getting a little dull, hearing the same threats all the time. She should spice a bit up…I don't know, trying to do one for once?
Instead of threatening me, she leaned in, her breath brushing against my face. Then her mouth opened, lips wrapping around my earlobe, teeth grazing gently, sending shivers down my spine. I stumbled back instinctively, putting distance between us.
That was… unexpected.
For a second I just stared, still feeling the phantom scrape of her teeth.
She was smiling, clearly enjoying my reaction. Enid… did you snitch about my soft spots?
[Enid POV]
I was supposed to be hyping myself up. Instead, I stood in front of the mirror like an idiot, tugging at the edges of my Poe Cup uniform.
The suit clings to my body in all the right places, sleek and sharp, accentuating every curve. The claws on my fingers catch the light, adding an edge of danger to my appearance, while the ears, though ridiculous, somehow fit perfectly, enhancing the overall allure.
I shift my stance, glancing at myself from another angle, admiring how the light plays off the fabric, highlighting the contours of my body. The way the fabric stretches across my chest and hips, the way it accentuates my waist. A faint smirk tugs at my lips.
As I continue to admire my reflection, I can't resist the urge to cup my breasts, feeling their weight and fullness in my palms. My breath hitches slightly as I squeeze gently and murmur "Maybe I should pad the chest a little. Make it look like… more."
"Why should you?"
The voice slid across the room like ice water down my spine. I yelped, an embarrassing little squeak and spun around so fast I nearly tripped over my own boots.
Wednesday was already inside. Standing there in the same black uniform, only on her it looked… more gracefully. Her pale skin against the dark suit made her look like the uniform had been invented just for her.
"Since… when are you here?" I managed to say.
She didn't blink. "Long enough to need a new pair of eyes."
I swallowed. "You could say something when entering, you know."
"I could," she said flatly, then tilted her head at me. "But watching you wrestle your insecurities is far more entertaining. So, tell me why stuffing?"
My face burned. "I just thought… maybe if I padded it, it would look fuller. More…
attractive."
Wednesday's stare didn't waver. "And after the race, when Perseus inevitably removes your uniform, what will he find? An empty packet of lies?"
Embarrassment clawed at me, and I tried to change the topic. "How did the conversation with Percy go?"
Her eyes narrowed the tiniest fraction. "He will help us if needed. Also, the weak points you told me were useful… thank you for sharing them." The last words came out clipped, as if forced through gritted teeth.
My eyes lit up. I ignored the strange way Wednesday spoke and instead clung to the fact that we finally seemed to be having a normal conversation. "Yeah, they're pretty useful when he starts to bully…" My voice trailed off. "Not that I mind getting bullied by him… but I also want him to feel good, not just me."
Wednesday tilted her head slightly. "How is sex with him?"
I froze hearing her question and my brain short-circuited. What… why was she asking me this? Out of nowhere, with that same flat tone. Was it true what Percy once told me? That Wednesday is waiting until marriage?
I laughed nervously trying to calm myself down. "Well… uh… I mean… it's nice? Maybe too nice, because afterwards I can't walk, and I've even fainted sometim…" I cut myself off before the sentence could die a humiliating death.
Wednesday blinked slowly. "Things to avoid… or things to pursue?"
I hesitated, chewing on my lip before answering, memories flashing through my head. "Maybe… avoid saying strange things," my voice came out thinner. "Once Divina told me boys like it when girls talk dirty and even gave me some phrases.
The next time we kissed, I took his… cock and murmured 'it's too big for me,' and he just stopped, looked at me, then started laughing and asking if we were filming for a porn movie or something…"
I groaned at the memory, pressing a hand to my face, then forced a shaky laugh. "After that embarrassment I understood I needed to do something else. That's when I found some of his soft spots, places where he's more… sensitive, and explored more in that direction." Heat crept up my neck as I risked a glance at Wednesday. "Do you… want to know the others?"
Wednesday rose from her seat, her gaze sweeping the room before settling back on me. "After the Poe Cup," she said evenly, "you will show me personally. For that, I'll need handcuffs and chains to immobilize our subject."
I stared at her, stunned. She turned and walked out without another word.
My face flamed as my mind tried to wrap itself around what she had just said. Show her personally? Handcuffs? Chains?
The image that formed in my head, Percy handcuffed, powerless, with Wednesday watching, made my cheeks burn even hotter.
Why… why do I seem to like this idea?
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Author Note:
Big thanks to Lax and M7TH1C for pointing out some problems in this chapter, which pushed me to write a better one.