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

Eros' heartfelt speech, paired with that god-tier face that charmed even divine beings, was the kind of combination that could instantly melt the heart of any unmarried girl, make her fall into his arms and bare her soul to him without a second thought.

But "Hebe" wasn't one of those girls. She wasn't some innocent maiden anymore, and she definitely wasn't unmarried. That kind of smooth talk had little to no effect on her.

Sweet words alone? Please. What did he think she was, a child?

The only reason she was even slightly moved was because of that so-called "prophecy." Nothing more.

With an air of disdain, she yanked her hand out of Eros' grip and rubbed it firmly against her robe as if trying to wipe off something unpleasant.

"You sure know how to talk," she said coldly. "But save that for Amphitrite. If you're so determined to do this, go ahead. Why even ask me? I'm just a powerless decorative goddess, remember?"

Only now did Hebe remember she was supposed to be pretending to be someone else and patched her cover identity mid-sentence.

"You're a goddess, I'm a mortal," Eros shrugged, playing along. "And if I don't ask you, who should I ask, Amphitrite?"

He spread his arms helplessly. Oceanus had already sent Styx and Perseis away. There was no one left for him to strategize with. So of course, he turned to Hebe for advice and, well, maybe a little bit of flirting on the side.

Oh, Hera. So you wanna make things hard for me?

Fine. I'll seduce your daughter, park my chariot of ghost-fire at Olympus' gate, and make you regret ever messing with me.

Unfortunately for him, Hebe wasn't so easily swayed. She was clearly on guard and refused to take the bait.

Still, she seemed mildly satisfied, crossing her fair legs with a smirk. That last sentence of his was a bit more pleasant to hear.

Besides, watching Eros get on Poseidon's bad side wasn't necessarily a bad thing for her. Helping him just a little might not hurt.

After a quick calculation in her head, Hebe finally relented.

"If you really want to stop this from happening, then the key lies with Poseidon," she said firmly.

"He has to marry a Sea Queen. If you don't want that to be Amphitrite, then find someone else to take the role."

Eros immediately shook his head in protest.

"There's no way I'm doing that," he muttered. "Knowing how much of a hound that guy is, I'd be handing a beauty over to... ugh."

He trailed off mid-sentence, suddenly struck by a new idea.

If he couldn't bear giving Poseidon a beautiful goddess, what about an unattractive one? Or maybe someone with unique tastes who actually matched Poseidon's interests?

A bold plan slowly formed in Eros' mind, but it wasn't time to share it just yet.

"What is it? What are you smiling about?" Hebe looked at him suspiciously, confused by his sudden grin.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just figured out what I need to do," he said mysteriously, leaving it at that.

Now all that was left was to rest up and prepare a special little gift for our dear Sea King.

Seeing him clam up all of a sudden, Hebe actually felt a bit annoyed.

He was the one who asked for her opinion, and now he was acting all cryptic?

This mortal is infuriating!

If she'd come here as Ares, Eros wouldn't have dared act like such a pain.

Crossing her arms and turning away, Hebe decided to ignore him altogether.

Fortunately, a few moments later, the awkward atmosphere was broken by Amphitrite, who had finally calmed herself and returned.

"Eros, how do I look?"

She stood shyly before him, nervously tugging at the hem of her dress.

Her gown shimmered like stardust scattered across the sea at night, hugging her petite frame in all the right ways. Between the glimmering pearls and the iridescent scales on her cheeks, Amphitrite looked like a treasure handwoven from the ocean itself.

"You look beautiful," Eros said honestly.

To be fair, this was a whole new level.

Tight corset gowns usually looked best on voluptuous women like Perseis, or so Eros had always assumed. But seeing someone as dainty as Amphitrite wearing one, it gave off a unique kind of charm.

Maybe he should spend more time exchanging wardrobe ideas with her in the future.

Blushing with delight from his compliment, Amphitrite smiled, shy and radiant.

The nymphs brought out all kinds of delicacies from the deep sea, strange yet flavorful seafood prepared with simple but distinct methods.

Still, Eros wasn't focused on the food at all. His attention never strayed from Amphitrite.

Watching those two off in their own little world, Hebe clicked her tongue and looked away, unimpressed.

Certified silver bug. Just like Zeus.

The only difference was that Eros had more patience. Zeus would've already started creating new life by now.

After all, reproduction and childbirth were the main themes of the divine world. Many gods were extremely devoted to it.

They'd mix their divinity with one another, giving rise to entirely new gods.

Of course, someone like Zeus still liked to engage in... "extracurricular activities," even when reproduction wasn't the goal.

Hebe watched Eros out of the corner of her eye as he flirted shamelessly, making Amphitrite giggle and pout in turns.

A strange déjà vu washed over her.

For a brief moment, it felt like the one sitting there wasn't Eros, but someone else entirely.

But she quickly shook her head to chase away the thought.

They did look a bit similar, but people like them usually repelled each other.

Otherwise, wouldn't it just be two perverts colliding and hitting it off?

The evening meal came to a slow end, Hebe quietly observing, Eros firing on all romantic cylinders.

After dinner, Amphitrite arranged for some nymphs to escort Hebe to her room.

Without a party or banquet, Greek nights weren't particularly exciting.

But the moment Eros noticed all the nymphs had left with Hebe, he started feeling... off.

"Eros," Amphitrite said softly beside him, her cheeks flushed from honeywine, "I think... my palace isn't that big. There might not be enough rooms. So you might have to..."

Her finger twirled playfully as she spoke, eyes glimmering with mischief.

Nope. Something was definitely off.

Like, nine-out-of-ten-levels-of-trouble off.

Ever since she changed clothes, Amphitrite had been acting strange.

Eros instantly went on high alert.

Was this that thing people called "harmless on the surface, carnivore underneath"?

But seriously, wasn't that excuse a little too flimsy?

She wants to sleep with me? No, she's clearly the one tying a ribbon around herself and jumping into the wolf's den.

Amphitrite seemed to realize her excuse was too weak. Her face flushed even deeper as she took Eros' hand.

"Well... actually, I've been thinking about this whole Sea Queen thing..."

She leaned in close, whispered into his ear, and mustered every last drop of courage to say.

"If I got pregnant... then I wouldn't be able to marry anyone else, right? So... Eros, could you maybe... guide me?"

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