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

The eruption of the Silver Whirlpool brought with it a flood of life.

This was something Acheron did every year.

As the creator of the sirens, a race composed entirely of females, she had an obligation to ensure their continued prosperity.

This massive party was her way of blessing the followers in her domain.

The diluted divine authority of Fertility she released could barely allow them to bear offspring. The resulting children were nowhere close to demigods, not by a long shot.

And the residual divine essence that soaked into the sea further enriched the natural resources under her jurisdiction.

All in all, aside from being visually indecent, this was a celebration where everyone walked away happy.

Acheron satisfied her urges, while her followers got their next generation and an abundance of fish and crops.

That is, unless someone uninvited decided to crash the party.

As most of the demi-human races around her spread their arms, opened their mouths, or even held up basins to catch the divine downpour…

The one person who not only rejected it but obliterated the rare blessing using magnetic field powers became the center of attention.

"…Hmm? Who was that?!"

From atop the central platform, Acheron shot an annoyed glare toward the source.

Who had the nerve to disrespect her like that?

Don't want it? Fine, grab an umbrella. But to destroy what she worked so hard to build up? Seriously?

Did they not realize how many others would kill for even a drop?

But then she saw Eros's human appearance and paused, her anger turning to surprise.

A god? No… most gods didn't walk around in male form. So, a human then?

And the only human currently still alive in this era would be—

"You're the little plaything the King of Gods fancies, right? That human hanging around my divine father lately—Eros?"

Bullseye.

Eros's face darkened at once.

And Acheron wasn't done. She squinted at him from afar and muttered:

"Hmm. You're alright to look at, I guess. Not as jaw-droppingly handsome as the rumors said though."

Boom. Another critical hit.

If there was one thing Eros could not stand, it was anyone questioning his looks.

In an instant, he canceled the disguise modifying his face.

Shhhkk—

The temperature across the entire plaza dropped by two full degrees.

Dozens of goddesses stared at him, their eyes glazed with hunger.

And the demi-human women? They were straight-up collapsing where they stood, unable to handle the visual crit.

One crab-woman even released her crab roe on the spot. KO'd by sheer attractiveness.

Even a few male demi-humans gulped and straightened their backs like soldiers on parade.

And that was Eros fully clothed.

If he'd shown up like the rest of these degenerates, wearing nothing but a ceremonial sash?

Forget hiding his weapons, he would've incited a full-on riot.

After all, his body was a symbol of vitality and virility.

Acheron immediately shifted gears, her entire demeanor doing a complete 180. Cold detachment turned into doglike enthusiasm.

"Please, please! Have a seat! Come sit in the place of honor!"

From frosty to fawning in seconds, honestly, it was hilarious.

But no one laughed.

Because if licking a few boots meant getting close to Zeus's consort, they'd gladly wag their tongues raw.

Eros was instantly escorted to the best seat in the plaza.

Before him were heaped delicacies from every corner of the era, clearly a spread meant for royalty.

Acheron was treating him better than she probably treated her own divine father.

She herself was a massive figure, a hybrid of siren and harpy, covered in a mix of feathers and scales.

From a mythological perspective, she could be called exotic or intriguing.

From a human perspective? She barely looked like one.

Judging by her entourage, which included all kinds of races and genders, her preferences were… expansive.

Put simply, she wasn't picky. If it moved and piqued her interest, she'd go for it.

In short, her personality, tastes, and appearance were everything Eros disliked.

But Poseidon?

Oh, they were practically soulmates.

Yes. She'd be perfect for him.

Now that he'd locked in on a target, Eros just had to figure out how to deliver her.

Though… this wasn't really the right time to start scheming.

"Dearest Eros~ Try this milk wine. I personally squeezed it for you."

Eros stared at the large cup filled with milky, pungent liquid… then glanced at the bashful sheep-girl standing behind Acheron.

...Yeah, no.

Eros wanted to ask if he could get a fresh pour.

But honestly? Fresh or not, he wasn't interested.

Anyone who willingly participated in this party… probably dabbled in "spin-the-centaur" or "multi-deity limbo."

Eros liked things a little cleaner.

Meanwhile, Acheron was indeed quite enthusiastic.

But after that ridiculous Getsuga Tensho-style climax earlier, the entire plaza was now fully lit.

No one here had wandered in by accident.

Even first-timers were throwing themselves in with wild abandon.

But not Eros.

This place gave him the creeps.

There was no romance here. No atmosphere. No build-up.

People weren't even looking at faces anymore—they were just animals in heat.

Love and desire are inseparable.

Eros admitted he wasn't about "pure love," but he definitely wasn't some caveman with a hole-seeking instinct.

They looked like they were ready to party for days without pause.

Yeah, I'm out.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and decided to leave.

There was no point sticking around. Better to head back, flirt with Hebe a bit, and continue his "academic research" with Amphitrite.

His standards had gone up.

These nameless, backwater deities didn't even stir his interest anymore.

"What? But the party's just getting started! Eros, dear, won't you stay and play a little?"

Acheron was stunned. He'd shown up to her party and now wanted to back out?

Anyone with half a brain knew what her Silver Whirlpool's 'Silver' really meant.

"Sorry," Eros replied flatly. "This kind of scene isn't for me."

Not giving even a shred of face.

Acheron's eyebrow twitched.

She was happy to play the sycophant, if it got her what she wanted.

But if it didn't… she'd turn into a wolf.

"However," Eros added, "I do have business with the goddess Acheron. So I'll be staying in the Silver Whirlpool for a while."

"If you're done… feel free to come find me."

That made her eyebrows relax again.

And a smile slowly bloomed across her lips, one of those smiles.

Ahh, so he didn't like public group settings. He preferred a little private intimacy, huh?

Feeling she now fully understood Eros's preferences, Acheron no longer stopped him and allowed him to take his leave.

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