After embarrassingly feeding and staring into his sister's eyes, Lan felt drained.
Mission after mission… this system is cursed, Lan thought as he adjusted his position in his crib.
"Well, it's dark now. Finally, no more missions. I can't wait for tomorrow. I'll be named, and I'll finally get to see a glimpse of the outside world." Lan chuckled darkly, though what came out were soft, adorable giggles.
On the side, his mother smiled warmly as she saw this.
"How cute…" she thought, gazing at Lan lovingly.
And with that, the night came and went.
Soon, morning arrived. Lan was dressed up in ceremonial robes, though the cursed system didn't forget to toss more embarrassing missions at him involving the maids.
By this point, the maids were used to their little master's fetish hands, and as for Lan… he was going numb.
His reputation? Ah yes—"the little pervert."
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The great bronze bell of House Aurelius tolled thrice, its deep chimes rolling through the estate like the heartbeat of a giant. Servants scurried, nobles gathered, and crimson-and-gold banners fluttered above the grand hall. Today was no ordinary day—it was the day the youngest son of Duke Aurelius would be named before the world.
Lan was wrapped snugly in ceremonial silks, carried in his mother's gentle arms. His father, Duke Aurelius himself, stood tall and proud at the head of the hall. Ministers, generals, and knights of renown filled the chamber. Even the eldest prince of the realm, barely older than Lan's eight year old sister, had come to witness the event.
Trumpets blared.
"From this day forward," the herald's voice rang clear, "he shall be known as...Lancaster Aurelius!"
Applause thundered, echoing off marble pillars. Nobles cheered, maids wept with joy, and even the duke's stoic generals cracked faint smiles.
Lan blinked. Of course his name ended up the same as in his last life. Considering the headache of trying to live under a completely new name, he wasn't too upset. But apart from that, he was amazed by the sheer sea of faces.
Oh, great. My big debut. Hundreds of strangers cheering my name like I'm a prize cow. Do they clap this hard when babies learn to poop too?
His tiny head turned, scanning the audience. That's when he saw it.
A wall of old men.
Rows upon rows of wrinkled faces, sagging jowls, and gleaming bald heads. They leaned forward eagerly, eyes shining as if he were a treasure chest waiting to be opened.
Lan's baby heart skipped. Whoa, whoa, hold up. Why do you all look like grandpas about to kidnap me into a chess club? Creepy!
One old general stroked his beard.
"Such sharp eyes for an infant!"
Another elder thumped his cane proudly.
"Look at his aura! Even at birth, he radiates strength."
Lan snorted inwardly. Aura? Old man, the only thing radiating off you is mothball perfume. And don't get me started on that comb-over—just let it go. You're not fooling anyone. Lan, remember: you're a pure, innocent baby. Cute. Nothing more.
He wiggled in his mother's arms, turning away from the bearded wall of creeps. And then—he saw salvation.
Behind the fossils stood their wives.
A group of radiant women dressed in silks and jewels, their skin glowing, their laughter light. Compared to their wrinkled husbands, they looked like blossoms in spring—bright, fresh, and full of life.
Lan's jaw slackened. His baby eyes went wide. Now that's what I'm talking about. Who knew heaven was just one row behind grandpa's hairline?
His tiny arms stretched forward, reaching, reaching—drool dripping down his chin. He gurgled and kicked his feet, trying to crawl out of his mother's grip.
The hall went silent for a heartbeat… then erupted.
"Hahaha! Look at the young master, already knows where beauty lies!"
"Truly a worthy son of the duke!"
"Don't worry, everyone. This is normal—he's our little pervert!"
Lan froze mid-reach. His baby brain short-circuited.
…Excuse me?
He looked at the nobles, then at his father, then back at the crowd. They were all smiling, laughing, nodding in approval—as if the title "little pervert" were some kind of badge of honor.
Lan's chest tightened. His lips trembled. Tears welled in his eyes. No… I won't cry. I'm not just some baby. I'm—
[Ding!]
The familiar chime rang in his mind, unseen by anyone else.
[New Mission: Hug five beautiful women.]
[Reward: Tier 1 System Access – Unlock Stat Window + Ability to Check Others' Stats.]
Lan's baby face darkened. System, are you serious right now? You're turning me into the mascot of harassment. Hugging women for XP?
The system's voice hummed with fake innocence.
[Host, this is a rare opportunity. Beauty and power often go hand in hand. Consider this… training.]
Lan clenched his pudgy fists. Training my butt. You're just enjoying my suffering. First, you give me a Primoris I can only use for one second, and now this?
But the laughter outside didn't stop.
"Ah, such spirit! Look at the way he reaches!"
"Hahaha, just like his father at that age!"
"Careful, ladies—our little master already has dangerous tastes!"
Lan buried his face into his mother's chest. Tears spilled out despite his efforts. I'm done. My reputation is ruined before I can even walk. A pervert before I can even say my own name.
His mother stroked his head gently, mistaking his frustration for shyness.
"There, there, my little Lan. Don't cry."
But inside, Lan's resolve sparked. Fine. If this is my fate, then I'll accept it. Hug five women? I'll do it. But when I unlock my stats and crush this world, they'll regret laughing at me.
He peeked out again, eyes locking onto the radiant noblewomen. His lips curled into a drooly baby grin.
Alright, ladies, line up. Mission accepted.
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The ceremony dragged on, with nobles giving speeches and elders debating which ancestor Lan resembled most. To him, it all sounded like buzzing flies. He only cared about one thing: his mission.
As the first noblewoman approached , Lan stretched his arms forward with determination. His tiny fingers brushed against her jeweled sleeves, his cheek pressing into her perfumed shoulder.
Gasps and laughter filled the hall.
"Hahaha! Did you see that? The young master hugged her!"
"So bold! So shameless!"
The system chimed softly in his mind.
[1/5 hugs completed.]
Lan's baby heart raced. One down… four to go.
Lan wiped his drool on the noblewoman's silks (purely accidental, of course), then turned his big round eyes toward his next target.
A tall lady with silver earrings leaned down. Her perfume hit him like a tidal wave. Lan's nose twitched. He sneezed.
HAA-CHOO!
Straight into her cleavage.
The woman yelped, but instead of being angry, she laughed. "Oh my, how affectionate!"
Lan buried his face deeper, half for cover, half for survival.
[2/5 hugs completed.]
The nobles roared. "Hahaha! Even bolder this time!"
Lan's baby thoughts screamed. Bolder? That was a sneeze, you degenerates!
His next victim, I mean, target ,was a young duchess with golden hair. She smiled kindly and offered her arms. Lan stretched his chubby hands toward her… then slipped.
He latched onto her waist instead.
The duchess gasped, then melted into a giggle. "What a strong grip for such a little one!"
[3/5 hugs completed.]
Lan's system voice buzzed smugly.
[Host, you're making excellent progress.]
Progress my butt. I'm one slip away from being written in the kingdom's gossip scrolls.
The fourth hug came when a baroness leaned too close, trying to coo at him. Lan saw his chance. He lunged forward like a baby predator, tiny arms clamping around her neck.
The poor woman staggered, half-choked, but instead of anger, she smiled brightly. "Oh! Such spirit!"
[4/5 hugs completed.]
Lan's father cleared his throat, clearly trying to keep his composure. "My son… is very affectionate."
The crowd burst into more laughter.
Just one left.
Lan scanned the women like a general surveying the battlefield. His eyes locked on a dark-haired beauty at the back—the youngest wife of some wrinkled viscount. She was half-distracted, sipping wine, not paying him any attention.
Perfect. Target acquired.
Lan wiggled violently in his mother's arms, pointing a stubby finger at the woman.
"Waaah!"
The nobles laughed. "He chooses! Look, he chooses his prize!"
The lady blushed at the attention, stepping forward reluctantly. She bent down.
Lan reached, hugged her tightly around the collarbone, and gave his best drooly baby grin.
[Ding! Mission Completed.]
[Reward Unlocked: Tier 1 System Access – Stat Window Enabled.]
The system's voice rang with authority this time.
[Congratulations, Host. You may now view your own stats and the stats of others.]
Lan's baby eyes gleamed. Finally. Finally something useful.
He peeked at the floating window only he could see. Numbers. Titles. Skills. All waiting to be explored.
Meanwhile, outside, the crowd kept cheering and laughing.
"Our young master! Truly a little pervert blessed by the heavens!"
Lan ignored them. His lips curled into a dangerous baby smirk.
Let them laugh. The age of Lancaster Aurelius had just begun.
[Ding!]
Host: Lancaster Aurelius
Title: Little Pervert
Bloodline: Son of Duke Aurelius
Primoris: Lux Inferna — A Primoris of Destruction. Its users are notoriously terrifying, and it was believed lost after the death of the last wielder. Considered nothing more than legend… until now. When activated, it boosts the host's stats immensely.
Stats
Strength: 15
Speed: 13
Defense: 8
Intelligence: 50
Stat Points Available: 50
Skills: Locked
[Note: The average adult has a base of 20 in each stat. At the moment, host is only slightly stronger than a chicken. Congratulations!]
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Lan's tiny face twitched.
"...Bitch," he muttered, thoroughly annoyed.