**Chapter 5: First Encounters**

Percy Jackson sat on his throne, still trying to wrap his head around the events of the past few hours. One moment, he was a demigod, the son of Poseidon, fighting monsters and saving the world. The next, he was a god, with all the powers and immortality that came with it. And to top it all off, he had been given a harem of beautiful goddesses and demigods at his command. As he looked around the throne room, he felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The gods and goddesses had dispersed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the promise of a new life surrounded by his adoring worshippers. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, sauntered towards him, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "The new god, and so handsome too." Percy's face flushed as Aphrodite reached out a hand and gently touched his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. He was still getting used to the idea of being a god, and the attention that came with it. Just then, a gentle voice spoke from behind him. "Percy, may I have a word with you?" It was Eileithyia, the goddess of childbirth. She was a statuesque woman with long, curly brown hair and warm, brown eyes. Percy turned to face her, feeling a sense of relief at the interruption. "Of course, Eileithyia," he said, standing up. Aphrodite's eyes narrowed slightly, but she smiled and stepped aside, allowing Eileithyia to approach Percy. "I wanted to talk to you about your...new status," Eileithyia said, her voice low and soothing. "As the goddess of childbirth, I have a certain interest in the creation of new life. And I must say, I'm intrigued by the possibilities that come with being a god." Percy's face grew hot as he realized what Eileithyia was implying. He had already started to feel overwhelmed by the attention of the goddesses, and now he was faced with the prospect of creating new life with one of them. Just then, a commotion outside the throne room caught his attention. A group of demigoddesses, including Kerenza, the fierce warrior, and Medea, the powerful sorceress, had gathered in the hallway, arguing about something. Kerenza, with her short, spiky hair and piercing blue eyes, caught Percy's gaze and raised an eyebrow. He felt a spark of tension between them, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her fiery spirit and striking appearance. "Excuse me, ladies," Percy said, taking a step forward. "I think I need to go and...ah...see what's going on." Aphrodite and Eileithyia exchanged a glance, and then Aphrodite smiled. "We'll wait for you here, Percy," she said. "But don't think you can avoid us for long." Percy nodded, feeling a sense of relief as he made his way out of the throne room, followed by Kerenza, Medea, and the other demigoddesses. As they walked through the corridors, Percy couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. He had a harem to manage, and he had no idea where to start. But with Kerenza by his side, he felt a sense of confidence that he hadn't felt before. Maybe, just maybe, he could handle this new life as a god after all. The group of demigoddesses followed him to the gardens, where they continued to argue about their roles in the harem. Percy listened, trying to make sense of it all, as Kerenza stood by his side, her eyes flashing with defiance. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the gardens, Percy knew that he had to make a decision. He could give in to the charms of the goddesses, or he could try to take control of his new life. But as he looked into Kerenza's eyes, he knew that he was already in trouble. The fierce warrior had set her sights on him, and he wasn't sure if he could resist her.