645 Top of Mount Olympus

Before she could get to Zeus, there were still a few gods that were standing on the stairs, waiting for her approach. One of which held a golden trident and Shiro guessed that he was Poseidon.

He stood at an astounding 7ft tall with slightly black hair that was showing some signs of grey. He wore only a waist cloth and some light armour, leaving his chest and abdomen exposed.

His muscles were well defined but Shiro found no interest in them as she had seen her fair share of nice physiques. If she was a girl who loved muscles, she would have loved the cunt named Aekari.

"So you're the one that Aphrodite kept mentioning. I can see why she wanted to make you her chosen, your beauty is quite obvious." Poseidon narrowed his eyes as he surveyed her up and down.

Detecting obvious signs of lust in his gaze, Shiro felt goosebumps on her body and wanted to stab the man immediately.

"Yes I am." Was Shiro reply as she continued to walk up the steps.