It was late that night. The banquet had ended, the nobles were gone, and silence finally descended on the duke's estate. For the first time in days, Lan saw the outside world… well, not really. Just the view from the tall windows of his family's house.
"Little Lan, hope you weren't stressed today?"
A sweet, gentle voice full of warmth drifted into his ears.
Lan yawned, stretching his pudgy arms. To the world, it looked adorable. In his mind, however—
"Stressed? Hell yes. Those old geezers were swarming me like flies. I'm still traumatized."
His mother laughed softly at his cute face. She carried him to his crib, kissed his forehead, and gently laid him down. Humming a lullaby, she closed her eyes, her breathing soon slowing as she drifted into sleep.
Lan peeked one eye open and smirked. "Finally. Peace and quiet."
He was amazed by this world. He had caught a glimpse of it through his naming ceremony earlier that day, and deep down he knew—there was so much more to discover.
"System," Lan whispered softly.
[Yes, Host.]
"I want to explore this world… and become the strongest being." His tiny heart swelled with ambition.
[With this system, Host will indeed become the strongest in existence.]
"Oh, wow… not bad," Lan said, pleased.
[…The strongest pervert in existence.]
"Fuck you," Lan thought bitterly.
*********
Two Years Later
Days blurred into weeks, weeks into months. Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
And in those two years, a legend was born inside the Aurelius household.
Not the legend of a warrior.
Not the legend of a scholar.
The legend… of a pervert.
*****
The hallway bustled with activity. Maids hurried back and forth, balancing trays of food and baskets of laundry, gossiping in hushed tones. Suddenly, a sharp cry split the air:
"The little pervert is here!"
Silence slammed down on the corridor like a hammer.
Every maid froze. Dresses were tugged higher. Necklines adjusted. A few clutched their skirts protectively, bracing for an ambush.
Everyone knew the rumors: Duke Aurelius' son—cute as a cherub, cursed as a devil. At barely three years old, he had already earned an impressive collection of titles.
The Panty Lord
Squishy Hands
Enemy of Innocence
And of course, the most infamous of them all: Little Pervert.
A small silhouette appeared around the corner. The maids gasped in unison.
"He's here…"
They weren't afraid of Lan's noble status. No, they feared their dwindling panty reserves.
Lan stopped, staring at the way the maids avoided his gaze like he was some plague demon. His tiny heart cracked.
"…Do I really look like a monster?"
The system's smug voice hummed in his head.
[This only proves the Host is a strong man. Your aura is so mighty that women dare not meet your eyes.]
Lan's eyebrow twitched. "Bastard, it's because I'm a pervert!"
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host has gained a new Title: King of Women.]
Effect: When activated, Host appears more handsome to girls, increasing their affection.
Lan blinked. "…Handsome? Girls falling for me? Heh. Not bad. Not bad at all."
[It is designed so Host can commit even greater perverted atrocities.]
"…I knew it. This system is going to be the death of me," Lan muttered darkly, walking past the trembling maids.
************
Later that morning, while everyone assumed Lan was busy planning his next underwear heist, he had other things on his mind.
His older sister, Aurelia.
Over the past year, Lan had noticed she wasn't always around. She disappeared for hours every day, sometimes returning sweaty and exhausted. Curious—and, for once, wanting to do something not perverted—he decided to track her down.
That's how his tiny legs carried him to the training grounds of House Aurelius.
What he saw made his jaw drop.
His sister, now ten years old, stood in the center of the grounds, a wooden practice sword in hand and lightning cracking on it. Sweat dripped down her brow as she struck a thick brick pillar. The brick shattered like paper under her blow.
Lan rubbed his eyes. "Wait, what the hell? She was barely stronger than me two years ago!"
The system pulsed at his thought.
[Analyzing Target: Aurelia Aurelius.]
Strength: 115
Speed: 122
Defense: 110
Intelligence: 95
Skills: [Basic Swordsmanship], [Knight's Breathing Technique], [Focus Flow]
Lan nearly toppled over.
"In two years she went from weakling numbers to triple digits?! Is she on steroids?!"
Another brick exploded under Aurelia's strike, dust clouding the air. She exhaled, wiped her forehead, and finally noticed him standing there.
Her stern expression melted into a smile. "Lan? What are you doing here?"
Lan blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… visiting? I guess."
Aurelia walked over, crouched, and scooped him onto her lap. She smelled of sweat and grass, but also warmth.
"Sorry if I've been busy. I'm preparing to enroll in the Knight Academy soon," she explained, ruffling his hair. "That's where all promising children of nobility go to train as proper knights."
Lan tilted his head. "Knights… huh."
For once, he wasn't being sarcastic. He was genuinely curious.
Aurelia noticed. Smiling softly, she sat cross-legged, balancing him like a doll, and began explaining the world he hadn't seen yet.
She spoke of the hierarchy of knights—how only those born with Primoris could walk that path. How the Knight Academy was where children fully awakened their Primoris, learning to harness its power.
"Only with Primoris can someone advance," she said seriously. "Without it, you're nothing more than a soldier."
Lan's eyes widened. "And your Primoris?"
She looked down at her hands, a faint glow flickering across her knuckles. "Velastra Tempest. It grants control over wind and lightning. It's not a draconic Primoris like Father's Dragon Bloodline, but… it's mine."
Lan stared at her. His sister, who once barely beat him in toy-grabbing contests, was now casually breaking bricks.
"Damn… I've been slacking," he muttered.
"What's that?" Aurelia asked, raising a brow.
"Nothing! Just… impressed."
For a while, she told him about the academy's trials, the honor of knighthood, and the weight of carrying a family's banner. Lan listened quietly, which was rare for him.
At one point, she tickled his side and laughed. "You've been causing trouble again, haven't you?"
Lan coughed. "That's slander. I'm a refined young master."
Aurelia raised an eyebrow. "Refined… or perverted?"
Lan choked on air. "Wha—where'd you hear that?!"
She smirked. "The maids talk, you know. You've been given titles."
Lan's face turned red. "…Speaking of titles, System, why do some have effects while others don't? Like, my new one, King of Women, actually does something. But Little Pervert didn't."
The system answered instantly.
[Explanation: The "Little Pervert" title is a descriptive title—an acknowledgment of the Host's shameful deeds. It carries no functional effect. The "King of Women" title, however, is an active title, linked to Host's unique perverted behavior and potential.]
Lan froze. "…So you're telling me my very first perverted act is forever immortalized as a useless title? Just for decoration?!"
[Affirmative.]
Aurelia tilted her head. "Are you okay?"
Lan groaned, covering his face. "I'm fine, sis. Just… thinking about what my Primoris will be."
She chuckled, hugging him tighter. "Don't sweat it. Once you're eight, you'll know. For now, just enjoy yourself. Besides, your Primoris might be related to your perverted nature."
Lan blinked, stunned by her words. "Even my own sister sees me as a pervert. Yep, I've got a reputation now…" he thought in defeat.
*******
That night, as he lay in bed, Lan replayed his sister's explanations in his mind. The hierarchy of knights. The power of Primoris. The scale of strength in this world.
And for the first time, the Little Pervert felt a chill of realization.
"…This world is insane."
The system chimed softly.
[Indeed, Host. And you've only scratched the surface.]
Lan groaned, pulling the covers over his head.
"Perfect. I'm stuck in a world of monsters. And I'm the pervert mascot."
But deep down, he wasn't just scared—he was thrilled.