After waking up in the world of ancient Greek mythology, I became a stunningly beautiful young shepherd boy named Eros.

Life was carefree, there was always enough to eat and wear, but it was, well… painfully lonely.

Until one day, I met her by the river.

A girl whose beauty and personality both struck straight into my heart like lightning.

We fell in love instantly, sparks flying between us.

Then came the twist.

After one steamy encounter, the sky suddenly darkened.

A majestic figure appeared before me, none other than the Queen of the Gods, Hera herself.

“Who are you?” I asked in shock.

But the girl in my arms answered before I could finish.

“She is Queen Hera,” she said with a mysterious smile.

I was stunned. My mind raced.

“Then who are you?” I asked nervously.

“Are you Hebe, the Goddess of Youth? Or some other goddess?”

She shook her head.

“No,” she said softly. Her lips curved into a teasing grin.

“I’m Zeus, the King of the Gods. So… wanna be my (XXXX)?”

Note:

Some readers might feel that “genderbending” contradicts the mythological setting, so here’s my explanation:

First of all, Zeus has always been fluid in gender representation as were many of the early Greek deities.

Also, the protagonist’s name isn’t random.

Eros, the original primordial god of love symbolized the raw force of love and desire that brought life into being. Before Eros existed, the gods reproduced asexually, without love or union.

So in this story, we’re following a timeline where Eros was never born, and Gaia modeled Uran*s on herself instead.

This is that alternate world.

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