Danae's Complex
The preparations for the offerings were complete. I had them carried out by the servants, and after that I simply watched Zeus-nim depart into the heavens. A sigh of relief escaped my lips.
“Hmm. He’s gone.”
I knew he had left, so I tapped the top of my head twice with my palm. The Wisdom Pocket, which had been open, snapped shut. I had discovered that when unknown knowledge would suddenly flood my mind, tapping my head twice would restore normality. I had come to call it the Wisdom Pocket.
Relying on this Wisdom Pocket that held all the knowledge I didn’t know—my own unknown myths, common sense, everything—I had been plotting schemes until today, and it had finally succeeded.
Keraunos (κεραυνός) meant lightning.
The old man who had just claimed that name was clearly not fitting for a name anyone could write down. Thanks to that, I had learned in an instant that Zeus-nim had come. It was a cliché that gods would descend when they felt curious, but I had repeatedly ordered the servants not to treat guests disrespectfully, and the results had been rewarding after all.
Despite the darkness of night, he had swept back his long hair—black as ink and completely different from East Asians—into a smooth line, and when I scratched the straight bridge of his nose with my finger and turned around, a beautiful girl was watching me. Her hesitant smile couldn’t hide her worry, so she had to be my cute younger sister.
“Oppa? Are you all right?”
“Yeah. No problems at all.”
My younger sister Atalante had hugged me as she came running, her footsteps light.
Her beautiful blonde hair and sharp green eyes, cat-like and shining even in the dark, had been watching me closely.
“Really? I didn’t greet you earlier, but… I just pretended not to notice and that might have angered the gods. I was worried because I…”
I had already told Atalante and my mother Danae that the gods might descend. Atalante had been pacing near me earlier, so she had sensed something and trembled. I had hugged her and stroked her hair to calm her.
“It’s fine. This oppa knows for sure that the rabbits I caught have been delivered to Artemis-nim. Everything turned out perfectly, so the gods wouldn’t come down just because we were worried.”
“That’s right. Oppa is amazing.”
“……Whatever.”
Atalante laughed brightly, burying her blonde hair into my chest like a kitten rubbing against its master. The feeling was sexually stimulating.
I shouldn’t be thinking about such things…
Puberty was kicking in too hard…
Step back, you evil spirits! My head hasn’t been painted Greek yet! I came from a world where the Child Protection Act is strictly enforced! At least until I’m an adult, these feelings won’t stir or surge!
I calmed myself down, telling my younger sister Atalante she shouldn’t have such thoughts, and stroked her head purely. After transmigrating into this body, everything had been difficult—knowledge flooding in, preparation of offerings, and everything else. Still, even though this life felt unreal at times, one thing had remained vividly alive: lust.
Anyway, it’s troublesome. Why do these humans dress so thinly?
Now I finally understood why rape was treated like morning greetings in ancient myths. Young men and girls roaming in thin clothes, their blood boiling. With almost no moral sense, it was actually strange that no incidents had occurred.
Even young Atalante was already showing these signs of puberty. In ten more years, suitors would never stop coming. I hadn’t spent that much time with her yet, but because she was affectionate, affection had already begun to grow, and it was worrying.
At first I thought of flattering the gods here to root myself and find a way back… but is this really working…? I don’t know yet.
But the Wisdom Pocket was opening again on its own and speaking.
“It’s obvious it’s impossible, so I’ll let you enjoy Greece nicely.”
What does “enjoy Greece” even mean?
I think I get it.
Greece, Greece, Greece, Greece, GreeceGreeceGreeceGreeceGreeceGreeceGreeceGreece…
Enjoy Greece…
…………So that’s what it meant.
“Oppa?”
“Stop being cute while looking up at the sky right now.”
“Huh?”
To stop Atalante from having any strange thoughts about me, I tapped my head twice more to close the Wisdom Pocket. Since we weren’t adults yet, I could restrain myself easily.
“Ah! That’s right! Mother called earlier. When I told her about the gods leaving, she was stomping her feet in surprise. I think you’ll have to calm her down, oppa.”
“I got it. I’ll go to Mother right now.”
“Andooo~! Andooo~! So, what about the guest?”
“Treat the guest normally. Since the servants can’t work all day, tell the one staying here to stop worshiping and rest comfortably in the guest room. Close the iron-bar gate to the main house. The temple where the guest is staying has no expensive items, so it’ll be quiet as usual unless someone causes a ruckus.”
“I understand.”
Atalante left with her footsteps echoing as she went to watch her sister. I entered the room and headed toward Mother. Someone had lit the fire in the brazier, and the cold night breeze felt warm on my skin.
“Perseus?”
When I entered the warm room, a faint light from the fire revealed my mother’s figure in the dimness.
Danae.
The mother of this body.
Like Atalante, she had beautiful blonde hair, but her green eyes were lowered, as if kindness had gathered in them. Her figure was full, naturally stirring the lust of men, and she was beautiful in a way that even modern women couldn’t compare.
“Yes, Mother. What is it?”
“Just a moment, just a moment…”
Mother wasn’t my real mother, so I skipped that part and Danae stroked my cheek. Her small fingertips trembled like from the cold. I was puzzled by her reaction, so I covered the moon outside the window with my hand and spoke softly.
“I thought you had just woken up, so you’re doing this… and not only that, you actually invited me… I was worried that the gods hadn’t laid a hand on you…”
Her excessive worry made me think it wasn’t overdone. In this era, falling unconscious for half a day meant death. But she had cared for her revived son and miraculously brought him back to life. Not only that, but her revived son was acting completely differently from before, so it was no wonder her worry was piling up like a mountain.
This guy was born in a good place.
Danae knelt before me, hugging me tightly. Her maternal affection was touching, but at the same time, lust was hidden within it. Her large breasts were pressing firmly against my lower body, so I had to endure to keep my inner feelings hidden.
Atalante is still young… but this woman is my type… damn it…
Honestly, when I had remembered that Mother had been absent from the kitchen when Zeus came, I had been relieved. Even if the gods were gentle, there was no guarantee they would stay gentle about their thunderbolt. The moment I saw Mother, I would have run to plant seeds even without thinking. So I had been on edge.
“I’m fine. Zeus-nim was happy and left, so Mother doesn’t need to worry about anything. Tomorrow I’ll go about my usual business and spend time with you, so please don’t worry.”
“When you say it like that, I feel relieved. You’re still young, but you’re already so manly…”
Danae’s hand pulling me closer was rougher than usual. After I revived, she had hugged me often because she worried about my body condition, but today it was more forceful than ever.
Come to think of it… I asked the servants about Danae’s age earlier…
She was far too young. The era wasn’t one with advanced cosmetics, and her skin glowed with youth. I had asked out of curiosity and it was my fault.
She’s twenty-one now… compared to my eleven-year-old self…
I stopped myself.
I didn’t need to peek into the darkness of Greece, did I?
Instead, I secretly raised my thumb high toward my late father Perseus.
But Mother Danae’s actions… and the slightly humid air in the room…
Something felt off tonight. When I looked around, I saw a large tub placed inside the room. It was spacious enough for two people, and the warm water inside it. I could hear what it meant from Mother’s mouth.
“I’ve prepared the water. Before bed, shall we wash together and sleep?”
She spoke in a motherly tone while her expression was slightly flushed. Thanks to my previous-life experience, I knew exactly what kind of demand a woman making that expression wanted from me.
………Sure enough.
The deep, dark darkness of Greece wasn’t only for men.
Mother has a thing for incestuous shota…
Hey… isn’t that a bit too deep…?