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

Day 3 at the Throne of the Oceans

Started jotting down my daily experiences here, just to stay on track and remind myself not to forget the plan.

Day 4

Tested the durability of the special-use outfit with Amphitrite. Accidentally ripped three pairs. Oops.

Day 7

Hebe secretly snuck off with another outfit again. She's way kinkier than she looks. Doesn't wear it for me, goes home and stares at it in private. What a tease.

Day 10

Held the first official Fashion Show of the Ocean Throne today. The Ocean Goddesses were very enthusiastic. Amphitrite seemed a bit jealous, though.

Day 11

Stayed in to comfort our little Sea Queen today. Nothing else happened.

Day 12

Hosted a party and held a fashion design workshop with the Ocean Goddesses. I forgot some of them aren't exactly human, so there were… design issues.

P.S.: Snake tails are surprisingly flexible. Mermaid tails are super strong. Shell girls are sticky. Keep your distance from liquid-state goddesses. Slime types are terrifying.

Day 16

Another party, this time I redesigned outfits based on each goddess's unique features. Total success.

Their thank yous were extremely passionate!

Day 18

Spent two days comforting Amphitrite. Starting to feel a little burned out. Time to go fishing.

Day 19

Fishing.

Day 20

Caught nothing. Gonna try again tomorrow.

Day 21

Landed a big one! But turns out it was a shapeshifter. Promised to repay me if I let her go.

Day 22

Back to fishing.

Day 23

Eros, Eros… have you forgotten your mission? Your grand plan?

You can't keep living like this.

Starting tomorrow, it's time to get serious and resume the plan.

Day 24

Did 5,000 pushups… on top of Amphitrite.

I'm terrifyingly strong now.

Day 25

Held a fashion show while training with the goddesses.

Hebe says I'm living in luxury and will die from overindulgence.

Hah. Foolish goddess. I grow stronger every single day.

Day 26

Hebe's had enough. She's nagging me to start journeying across the Seven Seas. Says I can't just laze around here hosting parties forever.

How naïve. These aren't parties, they're strategic recruitment events. I'm selecting the perfect candidate. I just haven't found one yet.

"Eros, there's a new stack of invitations. Want to take a look?"

Amphitrite approached gracefully, dressed in creamy-white thigh-high stockings and a translucent bustier dress that gave her a completely different vibe.

In her hands was a bundle of letters, each bearing the crest of an Ocean Goddess, like the circular tidal seal once left by Oceanus on Eros's arm.

Except now, it was etched with countless new tributary symbols, almost like a living registry.

"Let me see."

Eros skimmed through the pile quickly.

First, the private invitations, decline.

If they weren't from particularly famous goddesses, he didn't have time for meet-and-greets.

Next, the familiar ones, also pass.

No time for old friends either.

After sorting the letters into keep and toss piles, Eros let out a tired sigh.

"Sigh… Why is it that not one goddess who contacted me is plain-looking or unappealing?"

Don't get him wrong, Eros wasn't craving "rougher grain" to cleanse his palate.

He was simply trying to select a "gift" for Poseidon.

With so many Ocean Goddesses around, surely a few wouldn't be his type, right?

But after hosting party after party, not one goddess turned out to be someone he found unappealing.

They were all seductive, smooth-voiced, and endlessly charming. Totally un-giftable.

Hearing his grumbling, Amphitrite couldn't help but giggle.

"Eros, they're all goddesses. Do you really think any of them could be unattractive?"

She'd already learned quite a bit about his plan by now.

In short: find a goddess who wouldn't resist marrying Poseidon in her place.

Ideally, someone less attractive, so Eros wouldn't feel so guilty about handing her over.

But how would someone like that catch Poseidon's eye?

That's where Eros's fashion revolution came in.

[No One Knows 'Sexy' Like I Do]

[Your designs have redefined beauty standards across Greece.]

[Goddesses now worship your clothing like it was drawn by a lewd master illustrator.]

[You've singlehandedly ushered in a new era of divine fashion.]

[Effect: Wearing your designs drastically increases personal charm.]

Eros had only been making clothes to please himself and to mess with Poseidon on the side.

Who would've thought he'd gain an achievement from it?

And with that passive bonus in hand, he felt even more confident in his half-baked plan.

All he had to do was tailor a custom outfit that precisely targeted Poseidon's... tastes.

Even if the goddess wasn't a knockout, Eros was sure the Sea God would take the bait if her outfit pushed all the right buttons.

There was just one snag:

He couldn't find the right candidate.

Pressing his fingers to his temples in mild frustration, Eros glanced at Amphitrite.

Life here had been peaceful, yes, but he couldn't expect her to remain trapped in this deep-sea sanctuary forever.

The moment they stepped outside, Poseidon would almost certainly find them.

This place was the only safe zone left, though even that was no guarantee.

Oceanus wouldn't block Poseidon if he came.

And the candidate had to be a goddess with Oceanus's bloodline.

Otherwise, Eros would've just picked a few demigod sea monsters and tossed them Poseidon's way already.

Damn it.

If his power level were just a little higher, he'd slap Poseidon in the face and call it a day.

But no… not yet.

He just wasn't strong enough.

His hand drifted from the pile of letters to Amphitrite's thighs, her legs snug in thigh-high stockings.

Too bad Hebe's been so guarded lately.

If only he could bag Zeus and Hera's daughter...

In that moment of spiritual joy and sensual fulfillment, he was sure he'd break through to a new level of power.

Just as he was about to resume "training" with Amphitrite—

BAM!

The door burst open.

"You scumbag. Seriously? In broad daylight again? It's time for you to get out there."

Hera, disguised under Hebe's persona, strode into the room holding a formal invitation.

"Your name's getting around. The Silver Whirlpool sent an invite, they want you at their gathering."

The Silver Whirlpool?

Or rather, Achelous.

Didn't ring a bell for Eros.

But Amphitrite remembered.

That was one of her eldest sisters, the creator of the Sirens.

The Silver Whirlpool was both her domain and divine river, known for hosting massive feasts and all kinds of goddess parties.

Which meant, if Eros accepted, he'd have to leave the safety of the Abyssal Capital.