Greek Myth: Zeus Wants Me to Be His/Her (XXXX)?????

"By the way, do you actually know what the Silver Whirlpool gathering is all about?"

Resting in a quiet spot within the city-state, Hera and Amphitrite had started casually chatting to pass the time.

The Queen of the Gods, incognito and mingling so openly with an ordinary goddess, now that was a rare sight.

"No clue. I've never been there myself."

Hera leaned on her delicate, elegant cheek with one hand, eyes sparkling as she observed the vibrant variety of races passing outside the window.

"Besides, isn't Acheron your sister? Don't you know what kind of person she is?"

"Uh… She'd already left Father's side by the time I was born, so I've never met her."

Amphitrite glanced out the window with a hint of unease.

"But I've heard... she's very uninhibited. And she inherited the divine authority of Fertility from Father."

"Stop right there. That alone tells me everything I need to know."

Hera raised a hand to her forehead, as if nursing a headache.

It wasn't unusual for a god to have Fertility as one of their domains.

But if that was the main thing people mentioned when introducing a goddess, well, Hera already had a pretty clear picture.

Chances were high Acheron was yet another silver parasite type. Gods like that usually clashed hard with her type.

Though, oddly enough, Eros didn't seem to count in that category.

Which made things worse, because—

"Hey there, handsome! Come play with us~"

A centaur woman lifted her hooves toward Eros, winking suggestively.

Eros forced a smile and waved her off. "No, no thanks."

He might have altered his appearance with magnetic field manipulation, but real handsomeness ran bone-deep. You couldn't fully hide it.

On top of that, he had his special racial magnetism trait, basically, a passive ability that made him irresistible to non-humanoid races.

Even though he tried to keep a low profile, all kinds of thirsty hooves and tails kept sending him brazen invitations.

But Eros wasn't about to engage in any intense extracurricular activities right here in public.

See, Eros had four absolute dealbreakers.

Number one: Ugly? Not happening. Eros was shallow.

Number two: If you've got a "man" situation going on down there, nope. Eros didn't swing that way.

Number three: No thanks to the public transit type. He had a cleanliness fetish.

Number four: If you walk on four legs… yeah, nah. Eros was traditional like that.

Put simply, Eros had vanilla tastes. He wasn't built for this level of kink.

This entire party was just way too wild and chaotic for him. He just couldn't vibe with it.

At the very least, though, one thing was now crystal clear:

None of the goddesses here even remotely piqued his interest.

Which meant his original plan was totally feasible.

If Poseidon wanted a Queen of the Sea, yeah, he could have her. Eros wouldn't even blink.

Now, all that was left… was choosing the most outrageous, most over-the-top option.

Just as Eros was about to scan the crowd for the craziest candidate, a booming voice rang out from the central dais.

"My people, my followers, and my honored guests from afar, it's that time of year again!"

Acheron stood tall, raising her arms in a grand flourish.

Her towering siren body, despite being a female deity, carried the same gender-ambiguous intensity as her divine father.

Eros paused, curious to see what kind of stunt this goddess was about to pull.

Excited cheers rippled through the crowd. Whatever was coming, they were clearly looking forward to it.

Eros even spotted someone clutching a basin like it was about to rain gold.

What the hell is going on?

He glanced toward the center and noticed something strange, some of the goddesses were suddenly opening parasols under a cloudless sky.

"That's right! The Silver Whirlpool's eruption is upon us once again!"

Acheron's voice boomed with theatrical passion.

"As the incarnation of your ruling goddess, I, Acheron, can no longer hold back the divine essence bursting within me! I shall now bestow upon you… the sacred gift of the gods!"

With that bizarre declaration and a dramatic flourish of her body, Eros felt a massive wave of dread surge through his spine.

The Silver Whirlpool off in the distance suddenly began swirling violently.

"Prepare to receive it!"

Acheron cried out with glee.

With a thunderous roar, the ocean erupted, sending towering waves into the sky, which crashed down upon the coastal city like torrential rain.

Eros's expression changed instantly.

From within the soaring white foam, he sensed an all-too-familiar divine energy.

It was the aura of Fertility.

"Anything it touched would be imbued with the goddess's overflowing life force—whether they asked for it or not."

What the hell kind of ultimate warrior technique is this?! Some god-tier Platinum Holy Sword of Propagation?!

To explode with such force in front of a whole city, empowering all living creatures with divine essence as a goddess?!

"Perverted" didn't even begin to describe this.

Eros didn't even have the strength to curse anymore. He just immediately activated his magnetic field.

"Hyaaah! Magnetic Field Heaven's Net! I am NOT getting hit by that!"

It might not have been that, but it was worse than that. There was no way Eros was letting a single drop touch him.

Back at the inn, Hera's face went pale as well. She quickly slammed the window shut.

"What's happening outside?" Amphitrite asked in confusion.

"Ah… nothing important."

Hera thought for a moment, then decided to spare Amphitrite's still somewhat innocent heart.

"Just… remind me to throw out this carriage later. We'll need a new one."

Using Fertility on such a massive scale didn't strike Hera as all that strange.

Oceanus didn't exactly pop out three thousand sea nymphs one by one, after all. Most of them were probably created via divine mass-production.

But to spray it across an entire city like this… openly, visibly, from the sky…

Even Hera had never seen anything like it.

Acheron, huh?

Hera repeated the name in her heart.

She was done for.

To have exposed Hera to something this utterly depraved, there was no way she'd let her off the hook.

Oh, you're all that because you've got Fertility, huh? Able to get people pregnant just by looking at them?

Well then, Acheron, you're going straight to Poseidon's bed. Personally escorted by Eros.

…Which, coincidentally, was exactly what Eros was thinking too.

After narrowly avoiding the incoming divine deluge with the full power of his magnetic field, Eros stood there, seething.

Perfect. I was wondering who to pick. Looks like I don't need to hesitate anymore.

To explode like that in public? To be this off-the-rails perverse?

Who else could it possibly be?

Acheron, get ready to be the Sea Queen!

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