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

Hera loathed every god who didn't believe in pure love.

Before she was even born, she had been swallowed by her father, Cronus, and trapped in his belly, lost in a daze, never seeing sunlight.

And when she finally emerged into the light of life, the very first person she saw was her savior, her little brother, Zeus. The one destined to become King of the Gods.

From that first glance, her heart trembled with fate. And from that moment, she fell hopelessly in love.

But soon after came the bitter news: Zeus already had a wife.

So she buried those feelings deep within herself.

Even as Zeus flirted and fooled around with their other sisters, Hera kept her composure. She reminded herself:

Hera, you're not like those shallow little goblets. You're a goddess of pure love.

Until one day, her sweet Zeus pulled a cruel trick, faking injury to get her to open the door. She was forced to accept the truth.

After becoming Queen of the Gods, she claimed marriage as her divine authority, determined to cleanse the impure atmosphere of Olympus and promote true love and fidelity.

For this sacred cause, Hera poured heart and soul into her mission.

And the one thing she could never stand… was people who messed around in front of her.

Especially when that person was Eros, teasing her while she was using her daughter's face.

That was almost… no, not almost. That was absolutely intolerable.

She leaned back in her seat, instinctively trying to put more distance between herself and Eros.

This man was scum. The only reason she hadn't blasted him with divine lightning already was because of... certain reservations.

"You bastard," she spat, "stay away from me. Don't come near!"

"Tsk."

Eros looked at her with a curious expression.

That's weird.

Wasn't Hebe, the Goddess of Youth, also the cupbearer of Olympus? She was at every single party on the mountain, how could she be this prudish?

Wait, could it be… I'm not handsome enough?

No. Impossible.

He immediately dismissed that thought.

More likely, Hera had filled Hebe's head with some strange, old-fashioned ideas. Maybe she'd painted him as some perverted bug like Poseidon.

That was fine though. Eros loved a challenge.

With a carefree smile, he ignored Hera's disdainful glare, already brewing a new plan in his head.

The playful glint in his eyes sent shivers down Hera's spine.

This guy was plotting something again.

"What are you up to now?" she asked sharply.

There was no way he had anything good in mind. She needed to stay on guard.

Whatever nonsense he spouted next, she mustn't fall for it.

"I was just thinking," Eros said casually, "Hebe, don't you want to be the most beautiful goddess on Olympus?"

Hera's ears perked up instantly, completely forgetting her earlier warnings to herself.

She couldn't help it.

Beauty was a concept no goddess could resist.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been that whole fiasco with the golden apple. Even Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, couldn't turn away from the title of "most beautiful."

Still, Hera tried to keep her wits about her. This was just a private chat, no one else would know.

"Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?" she scoffed. "Who's more beautiful depends on your personal taste, doesn't it?"

"Apologies, poor choice of words," Eros said with a grin, already weaving his trap.

"What I mean is, each goddess has her own unique charm. It's hard to say who's more beautiful just by looks alone."

"But beauty isn't just about appearance, right? Clothes and style make a big difference too."

And that was the truth.

The Greek goddesses were all stunning in their own ways. But Eros had quickly noticed a major flaw:

Their outfits all looked the same.

Almost all of them wore chitons, those classic Greek tunics with waist sashes. Even Amphitrite, who looked a bit more dazzling, only stood out because of more luxurious fabric and some sparkly accessories.

In terms of design, none of their wardrobes were creative at all.

Forget the Saint Seiya battle armor Eros planned to introduce later, they didn't even have stockings. This wouldn't do.

Attack-speed gear was one of humanity's greatest inventions. How could it be missing from this world?

Hera stared at him, puzzled, as Eros suddenly activated his magnetic field powers.

"Magnetic Field Rotation, Material Reconstitution!"

He hadn't reached the level of atomic disassembly yet, but reshaping basic materials into new clothing? That was easy.

The goblet in his hand dissolved into swirling particles, then reformed into something entirely new.

In a flash, Eros, who'd been shirtless and lounging lazily was now clad in a sleek, form-fitting outfit that looked like it came from another era altogether.

His entire vibe shifted, exuding an aura of confidence and style.

Well… except he was still shirtless on top.

Can you seriously not put a shirt on?!

Hera stared, stunned, at the outfit he wore. She'd never seen anything like it. It was utterly foreign. It even challenged her sense of aesthetic reality.

"So? You see now?" Eros flipped his hair. "Just changing the style of clothes can transform your entire image."

"I'm great at this kind of thing, you know. My head is filled with unique and beautiful fashion designs."

"With those styles, I could easily make you the most dazzling goddess in all of Olympus."

And he meant it.

Just imagine: knee-high schoolgirl socks, tight stepmom skirts, black silk garter belts…

It would be a revolution.

He was ready to bring a fashion tsunami crashing through the outdated aesthetic of the Greek pantheon.

What? Worried the gods wouldn't accept the new style?

Nonsense. Good looks were universal. Only a few weirdos wouldn't be into it.

Slim waists, long legs, full chests, black tights, short skirts, spaghetti straps, who wouldn't fall for that?

Hera's heart was pounding.

This time, she was really thinking clearly. She knew Eros had some hidden agenda. But seriously, what goddess could resist this temptation?

It was like asking a man to resist a Kamen Rider transformation belt. Or Eros to walk away from a shiny new Saint Seiya armor.

She couldn't resist the idea of becoming Olympus's trendsetter. The most eye-catching, fashion-forward goddess on the mountain.

Even if she knew it was bait, she had to bite.

"…So, what's the price?" Hera asked through gritted teeth.

As long as Eros's request wasn't too outrageous, she'd bear it.

"What kind of question is that?" Eros laughed slyly. "Am I threatening you? This is a win-win partnership."

"I just want to launch a new fashion trend. You help by being the model. We both get what we want. Perfect, right?"

"You? That generous?" Hera narrowed her eyes. "Why not ask Amphitrite to do it? She'd say yes in a heartbeat."

"Her too!"

Eros waved his hand grandly, full of confidence.

"She's still resting right now, so let's start with you. Later on, I'll tailor designs based on each of your styles."

"No time like the present. Let's try this one first."

The magnetic field activated again. This time, two delicate, black silk garments appeared in Eros's hands.

It was time to redefine beauty in this world.

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