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

"Eros! Are you messing with me?!"

From behind a veil of water, Hera's furious voice rang out.

One hand was clutching her chest, the other holding down her skirt, her entire posture radiating embarrassment and frustration.

"Of course not. Just come out so I can see how it turned out," Eros replied calmly, completely unfazed by her outrage.

"I gave you that outfit myself, and it's not like it uses less fabric than what you usually wear. What are you getting so shy about?"

That might be true, but…

Hera bit her lip, staring at her reflection in the watery mirror, then finally stepped out.

Eros's eyes lit up instantly as he circled her, clicking his tongue in admiration.

Already feeling utterly mortified, Hera's shame now teetered on the edge of full-blown rage. If Eros couldn't justify this, she was absolutely going to explode.

But Eros, admiring the final result of his carefully crafted "attack-speed outfit," was very pleased with himself.

As expected of me.

All those years trawling second-rate gacha games and waifu galleries hadn't gone to waste.

He'd designed the outfit by fusing his fashion knowledge with something akin to a high-slit qipao.

Except the slit extended all the way up to the waist, the collar was boldly cut open, and the dress had no sleeves.

As for what Hera was desperately covering with her arms, well, that didn't need elaborating. The crimson cords tied at her hips crisscrossed through the slit, contrasting strikingly with her pale skin.

And the deep black garter belt hugging her thigh? Absolutely essential.

Nice. This was a masterpiece. But... something still felt missing.

Eros squinted, then suddenly snapped his fingers.

He'd forgotten the lace-up butterfly-cutout on the back! That tied detail at the waist, that was the soul of a high-slit ensemble.

Then again... leaving it out might give it a minimalist soul too...

Eros fell into a deep internal debate over the merits of "laced" versus "no-lace" aesthetics, completely ignoring Hera's death glare that could have turned him to ash.

"Ahem. Look, this outfit uses more fabric than your usual ones, doesn't it?" he said self-righteously.

Ancient Greek garments weren't exactly conservative. Especially on Olympus. The goddesses' fashion sense leaned more toward "defenseless against scoundrels." After a few cups of ambrosia at a feast, most of them were half-undressed anyway.

Honestly, all those "artistic statues" Eros had seen? Total one-to-one replicas of what went down at Olympus banquets.

Compared to that, wasn't his design the modest one?

Why was it art when they stripped down, but shameless when he dressed up?

That rhetorical logic actually made Hera feel a little better.

When he put it that way... he might not be completely wrong.

Compared to the goddesses' usual party looks, this outfit was definitely more polished, just a tad more... humiliating.

"You see?" Eros grinned, gesturing at various points on her body. "Why show a little skin here and there? Not to save fabric, but to highlight your best features, obviously!"

His exaggerated commentary made Hera want to hide in the underworld. She was flushed with shame and didn't even know how to retort.

"Expose, but not too much. Tease a little, but leave something to the imagination. Got it?"

"…Forget it. Judging by your expression, clearly you don't. Just tell me, does it look good or not?"

Hera hesitated, then slowly nodded.

"…It's a little embarrassing, but… yes, it looks good."

"Wrong! It's completely off!" Eros shouted, cutting her off.

"…What?!"

"Just look at your face. Way too youthful. Totally doesn't match the outfit. Go change into the next one, now!"

Youthful?! Are you out of your damn mind?!

Hera's fury exploded. That was the one thing she couldn't stand hearing.

Because of that baby-faced appearance, she constantly worried she couldn't command the dignity of a true Queen of the Gods. That's why she always wore a veil in public.

But Eros didn't care.

This outfit would've looked perfect on Styx, who still happened to be around.

That icy, mature beauty type? Ideal.

As for Hebe's fresh-faced innocence? She should be in a cat-eared maid outfit instead.

Without hesitation, Eros tossed her a new outfit and pushed her back behind the water curtain.

"Come on, chop-chop. This is all part of the makeover plan."

Still fuming, Hera was too stunned to resist being shoved back behind the veil with a new outfit in hand.

What does he think I am? A clothing rack?!

She'd even prepared defensive measures for this body last night in case he crossed the line. Should she teach him a lesson right now?

But then she looked at the new outfit…

…And dropped the idea of blasting him.

Forget it. He's still useful. She'd already invested this much, blowing up at him now would only waste all her sunk costs.

That's what she kept telling herself. Again and again.

Besides, she had a little scheme of her own.

If these daring new outfits could help her keep her darling Zeus's eyes on her, then Eros's irreverence might just be… forgivable.

With anticipation, she unfurled the fabric he'd just handed her, eager to see what kind of bold design came next.

And then—

"…Why is there so little?!"

"EROS!!!"

Hera held up the whisper-thin fabric, her elegant eyes burning with literal fire.

"What is this?! Wearing this is no different from not wearing anything!!"

Eros glanced over, then scratched his cheek sheepishly.

"Oh. Oops. My bad. That was a special-use set I prepped for Amphitrite. Not exactly everyday wear."

"…Special use?"

Hera's brow twitched. Twice.

Then, without a word, she tucked the delicate garment behind her back and extended her hand again.

"…Hm?"

"Hm, what? Where's my new outfit?"

Hera raised her chin, expression calm and composed.

Special use, huh? Now she really wanted to see if it was as "useful" as he claimed.

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Late that night, atop the Heavenly Throne, Zeus was still buried in paperwork.

The Titan god Hyperion's family was getting far too greedy with divine jurisdictions. Something had to be done about them…

Just as that thought formed, he heard familiar footsteps behind him.

"…Zeus."

Clad in the "tactical special-use outfit" she had shamelessly swiped from Eros, Hera pressed her blushing body against his back.

Zeus turned around and gasped.

"Big Sis… what are you wearing?!"

"Don't ask."

Hera gently placed a finger against her lips and stared at him with starry eyes.

"…Does it look good?"

Zeus nodded rapidly. Then with a shimmer of divine light, his own clothes transformed, becoming a matching version of Hera's outfit.

"This is amazing," he murmured, running a hand down the smooth white stockings hugging his legs. "Why didn't I think of this?"

He elegantly crossed his long, slender legs and posed for Hera's admiration.

Hera froze.

She had only intended to test whether the outfit would catch Zeus's eye.

Now… why was he wearing it too?

A terrifying realization crept into her mind:

Had she just armed the enemy?

Because right now, staring at this beautifully androgynous girl version of Zeus, radiating purity and seduction, she was struggling to resist her own urges.

And if Zeus ever wore this to go flirt with Eros…

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