Zeus, You Fucking Bastard
I was a modern man.
Yeah, well. Looking back on it now doesn't change a damn thing.
Because I had reincarnated into the ancient Greek era, a world crawling with gods and monsters.
On this barren land, all I did was dig and toil. My only destiny was to work myself to the bone until I dropped dead of overwork.
Even if I died like that, no one would mourn me.
I was an orphan of the world—a slave.
"Can't you work any faster, Homeron?!"
That was the name they'd stuck on me. I had to harvest wheat while my bastard of a master flogged me with a whip.
Fortunately, I was a bit sturdier than the other slaves.
At least compared to others my age.
Even though I'd only just become an adult, if I kept growing like this, I'd eventually be able to overpower anyone.
Maybe that was why.
My master feared my physical potential, so he treated me even more savagely.
"Get to work! Now!"
Crack! Snap!
Under the rain of lashes, my mind started to blur.
Was I really going to die like this?
Dying once and reincarnating already felt unfair enough. Now I was about to die again.
"Ghh…"
A groan slipped from my lips. Blood dripped steadily from my whole body, yet I still crawled across the ground and forced myself upright.
My master stared at me with disgusted eyes.
"Is something wrong?"
Even while gasping for breath, I asked quietly.
"I stood up, just as you ordered, Master."
He spun around on his heel.
Tch. Nasty temper, but the moment anyone pushed back, he tucked his tail between his legs like a coward.
I brushed the dirt from my face.
Then I rose fully, drawing a deep breath.
The other slaves glanced at me, then turned away with indifference.
Every one of them had vivid whip scars across their backs.
"Ugh, shit…"
I pulled my hand away from my face and looked down at my swollen, ruined hands.
Status Window! Status!
Nothing. Of course not. I hadn't expected anything.
I'd been yelling for it for over ten years. Something that never existed wasn't going to suddenly pop up now.
It was just a habit of mine.
A way to remember where I came from—and how I got here.
If I ever forgot even that, I really would go insane.
Swish, swish.
I started cutting wheat with practiced skill. Nearby, the sound of more whipping rose again.
Groans and cries of pain.
But everyone ignored them.
"What's with this guy?"
The master bastard poked a slave sprawled on the ground with his toe and smirked.
"He's dead."
My whole body trembled.
My mouth went dry, and a chill ran down my spine.
I have to get out of here!
Or I'd end up just like that.
I couldn't keep living like this forever, just working myself to death.
I'd reincarnated, after all.
Sure, ancient Greece was a crying shame of a destination, but this was still a different world from the one I'd lived in—a mythological otherworld.
After more than ten years of hell, couldn't I catch at least a little break?
Whoooosh.
That was when it happened.
Wind rose from the far side of the sky, and dark clouds swallowed everything overhead.
The sun vanished. Broad daylight turned black as night.
"W-What the—?"
"O heavens!"
Everyone looked up and dropped to their knees. Even the working slaves collapsed face-down in terror.
I was no different.
I'd seen this kind of event before.
BOOOOM!
A thunderous roar split the air, and the sky opened.
From the far side of the heavens, a rainbow formed into a staircase and descended to the earth.
Then a half-naked goddess came spiraling down, dancing as she descended.
No one dared open their mouth.
All we could do was listen to the sound of her footsteps as she set foot on the ground and walked toward us.
…Huh?
Toward us?
"Homeron."
At that clear, ringing voice, I lifted my head without thinking.
A goddess of peerless beauty was smiling down at me with gentle kindness.
"I am Iris, goddess of the rainbow. I am the messenger sent by Zeus, sovereign of the heavens."
I knew that.
Anyone with even a scrap of knowledge about Greek mythology would know.
"W-Why has a goddess come here?"
My master, still prostrate, managed to speak. Iris raised a hand and sealed his mouth shut.
"Zeus summons you, Homeron."
Zeus?
Me?
Why?
"Why…"
"I will not answer questions."
Iris spoke firmly and beckoned me.
"Follow."
I rose awkwardly to my feet and followed her up the rainbow staircase.
Everyone stared at me.
But how the hell was I supposed to know what was going on?
Whoooosh!
The moment I stepped on, the rainbow carried Iris and me upward like an escalator, straight into the sky.
"Um…"
With a face gone pale and stiff, I carefully opened my mouth.
"What is this about?"
"Homeron."
Iris turned to look at me and smiled brightly.
"You will know when we arrive."
Why?
Why did this feel so ominous?
"I have brought him."
The clouds felt softer than any carpet. In the heavens, where even gods were not permitted to wear shoes, I was invited to walk forward barefoot.
Guided by Iris, I finally stood before Zeus.
"Hmm…"
In the Greek mythology comics I remembered, looking straight at Zeus from the front would burn you to death.
So I tried hard to avert my gaze.
"Do not look away. Look straight at me."
A deep, powerful voice I had never heard before stabbed into my ears. Under an irresistible pressure, I looked up.
A golden-haired middle-aged man with a rugged, muscular body was staring at me.
I had never seen a man this handsome in my life.
If he'd been a Hollywood actor, he would have become a worldwide star without question.
T-This is Zeus?
But why the hell had this guy summoned me?
"Closer."
He beckoned. I approached him in an awkward, half-standing posture.
His golden eyes raked over my entire body, devouring every inch.
W-Wait a second?
What the fuck is that look?
The thought had barely formed when it happened.
Ding.
Zeus feels sexual desire for you.
Ten years—no, longer.
The Status Window I had cried out for all that time had finally appeared.
It should have been a deeply moving moment.
It really should have been.
This fucking what?
What did it just say?
"Not bad."
The gaze that had only felt a little uncomfortable a moment ago now rivaled the scariest horror movie.
I trembled with pure terror.
"Your face is so pale. You must have suffered a great deal. You look frightened."
This bastard!
Don't call me in that soft, gentle voice!
It's fucking creepy as hell!
"Mm…"
Zeus stroked his beard and beckoned me again.
I couldn't help the curses rising in my throat.
On shaking legs I stepped forward, one step at a time.
I felt like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse.
"Remove the tunic from your lower half."
Here it came.
With trembling fingertips I reached for my waist.
Then I slowly undid the fabric and let it fall open.
"Ohh. Even at your young age, you're packing something quite fine."
Having a man—especially a man who was turned on by me—appraise my cock was pure agony.
But I couldn't show it.
The being before me was Zeus, god of the sky.
King of the gods who ruled this ancient Greek world swarming with deities and monsters.
A being said to be unbeatable even if every other god united against him.
"Just my type."
Hearing him say something like that made my breath catch in my throat.
This…!
I wanted to die.
I wanted to die all over again.
"Tonight, I shall cherish you."
Getting fucked in the ass by a man instead of a woman?
With no way out?
"Zeus."
Right then.
A soft, feminine voice that seemed to caress the ear reached us.
"The humans are seeking you again."
Zeus's expression, which had been practically licking its lips while looking at me, twisted. He waved a hand as if the whole thing were a nuisance.
"Tell them to stop seeking me, Hera."
"Is it not your duty to look after the humans? Fulfill your role as a god."
"Tch…"
Zeus clicked his tongue and rose to his feet.
I flinched involuntarily.
He looked at me calmly.
"I will return soon. Stay quietly, Homeron."
With that impossibly gentle voice, Zeus rode the clouds and vanished into the distance.
Only then did my legs give out completely, and I collapsed where I stood.
Cold sweat poured down my entire body.
"Haa… haa…"
Ragged breaths escaped my lips.
"I-It's over."
No. It wasn't over.
It had only been postponed.
The fact that I was going to get fucked by him hadn't changed at all.
"Zeus, you fucking…"
The curse spilled out on its own.
"Fuck, you hole-obsessed bastard!"
I gasped and shouted it. Then I startled and looked around wildly.
Just in case someone had heard.
"Zeus's ears are everywhere. Even if you resent him, do not open your mouth so carelessly."
At that moment, the voice of the woman who had spoken to Zeus earlier reached me again.
"W-Who's there?"
I jumped and spun around, searching.
Click.
The sound of heeled footsteps approached.
I turned my head toward it.
Holy shit.
My eyes went wide on their own.
"I am Hera, goddess of the home and family."
In my entire life, I had never seen breasts that looked ready to burst and sway like that.
And the way she walked with those wide hips rolling made it impossible to even guess how massive her ass was.
Above all, her face.
A beauty so breathtaking she surpassed even Iris, the rainbow goddess, stood right in front of me.
I stared at her, completely lost.
"H-Hera…?"
"That's right."
She smiled with her eyes and gazed at me steadily. Then those captivating red lips parted as she spoke.
"I intend to help you escape this place."