[Pervert] - a person's whose sexual behaviour is regarded as abnormal and unacceptable.

Amir stared at the dictionary with a pensive look. It took him a few hours to find the book in the Royal Library and several more to look up [Pervert]. Learning the word also took him several minutes. This was due to both his stupidity and the ridiculous number of books collected over the years.

Both his Skill and Title were... absolute garbage. He had already wasted 1 out of 3 slots for his [Underhanded Tactics] Path, severely crippling his potential.

At level 1, he unlocked the [Underhanded Tactics] Path and at level 50 he would unlock another path allowing him to learn a further 3 skills. However, Level 50 was years away.

To reach level 50 faster, Amir decided to walk the road of a [Pervert]. Fortunately for him, he was a natural born [Pervert].

"King," Amir mounted his bear, "to Ophelia's room!"

He had found his XP cow. He planned to play naughts and crosses on her buttock. If he lost, he would try again on the other cheek. Either way, his XP would increase AND he would have tonnes of fun. For some reason ever since they were babies, Amir found great pleasure in torturing Ophelia. Was it the act of torture or her reaction to torture?

Ophelia was born slightly earlier than Amir. As soon as he was born, the Duke shipped his daughter off to the Royal Palace to increase his political power. The Duke had multiple wives and even more children. To him, the exchange was more than worth it.

Even if Amir was a untalented trash, the Duke would still profit. The Duke could accept it, but Amir couldn't. He coughed up so much blood the day he learned Bluff that he was under the royal healer's care for many days.

The treatment required the healer to use the Analyse Skill hence exposing Amir's low intelligence, degenerate Title and worst of all his criminal class. The old bag must've not kept his mouth shut as there was a new rumour around the palace: The Prince was a pea brained, lustful criminal. Even the maids stifled their laughter whenever they passed him.

Amir would surely deal with him later.

Sssssssssssss......

He noticed that his mother was watering her prized plants. Since the King was rarely around, she learned to direct all her focus into gardening. She grew flowers of all shapes, sizes and colours. Amir was shocked to find that she even named some plants. The flowers plugged an emotional crevice that his father couldn't.

Oh! Loneliness... such a cruel thing. If only that old geezer died, she could remarry. More importantly, I would inherit Leilah. Leilah under one foot, King under the other. It would be the spitting image of an unfettered immortal piercing through heaven.

The thought caused a smirk to creep across Amir's face. He had reached Ophelia's quarters.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Ophelia! Come out and greet your husband!" Amir gave a heroic pose and maintained the position for several minutes.

"OPHELIA!" the girl was testing his patience. Although the future Harem King was benevolent and magnanimous, this didn't make it right for a Harem Member 1 to take advantage of his generosity and her power.

Sensing his master's impatience, King barged through Ophelia's door.

THUD!

The red oak toppled onto the carpet creating a dense dust cloud. King sniffed the room thouroughly for her scent. A soft whimper indicated that she wasn't here.

It's your lucky day, Ophelia.

Amir scratched the back of his head. "To the maid quarters!"

***

The Prince had spied on bathing maids for the past month. When he was caught, he would utilise his Bluff Skill. By both bluffing and being a [Pervert] he would maximise the XP gained.

EHHHHH!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!! - The typical cry of the palace maids.

I'm lost.

This is the female bath?

I thought you were a man.

I was inspecting the premises for a pervert.

Amir grew more confident with each bluff. However, he didn't take into account that he had a horrible reputation in the palace. Whether he was lying or not, no one trusted the Prince.

100% more than 0% was still 0%.

The maids only went along with his antics for three reasons.

One, he was still a child.

Two, he wasn't causing any real harm.

Three, he was THE Prince.

One time he had coated himself in grey paint and pretended to be a naked statue. Whenever he felt his bladder filling, he would simply urinate. He sprayed with such force that he almost blinded a maid in her left eye. A human fountain. An elderly maid caught him when she accidently grazed his manhood. The sensual stimulation triggered a healthy reflex in the growing boy. It was a pity that more women couldn't gaze at the world's eight wonder.

The wrinkled granny scolded the young Prince to no avail. Her irritating, whiny voice led to her demise. The fed up Prince blasted her aged body. Maybe her bark like skin would regenerate to its youthful glory after absorbing his noble essence.

Finally, he levelled up.

Name: Amir Ursus

Class: Thug

Title: [Pervert]

Age: 10

Level: 2 -> 3

Vitality

36 (+2) -> 38

Intelligence

5

Strength

10 (+1) -> 11

Agility

17 (+1) -> 18

Skills:

[Underhanded Tactics]

- Bluff

***

Amir was relatively pleased with his progress. If he kept at it, he would reach Level 50 within 10 years. Level 100 on the other hand, would take more than 20 years as the XP requirement increased with each level. And quite honestly, Amir was not willing to waste 20 years.

Level 100 was a milestone much more enticing than level 50.

At Lvl 100 he could finally change classes. Unlike the initial Awakening which blessed (or cursed) you with a random class; a Class Change gave you a few options to choose from. Harem King would surely be one of them. His road was truly long.

Amir frowned at his status screen. His 5 INT was far too low. Progression without external aid would be extremely difficult. Usually, the father would impart his knowledge to his son after he awakened. But the irresonsible brute still hadn't returned. Who could Amir turn to? There weren't any other Thugs in the palace and there was certainly no [Pervert]. This left him with one alternative.

Amir would have to settle for a commoner. Just thinking about it made his skin crawl. Subservient to a mere commoner?

"King, look for Ophelia. I'll be back soon." It seemed a trip to town was in order.

By now, he had memorised the faces and bodies of every maid in the palace. He locked eyes with a passing maid sending shivers down her spine. She instinctively covered her chest and private areas. Amir gave her a nod and recalled the contours of her body.

If memory serves me right, she is below average. Finding a marriage partner... will be difficult. If she fattened up, she might meet King's standards. Who am i kidding.

Daydreaming about his perverted fantasies, Amir could feel his XP rising. Maybe being a [Pervert] was not so bad after all.

Seems I've been sidetracked. (Author: also me)

Amir only visited the city on special occasions. Unlike the palace, he didn't know Veluca's intricacies like he knew the maids' figures. A guide was required.

"You there, Guard!"

"Yes, your highness," a handsome youth with golden locks and a heroic face bowed.

This guy looks like Prince Charming?!

"Guard, your stars must have aligned because today is your lucky day. You have the extraordinary privilege to guide the future Harem King. Follow me, we're heading to town," Amir didn't spare the guard a second glance and proceeded to the stables.

He may have the aura of a stud, but I have the bearing of a Prince.

"Your Highness, my shift is ending soon. I have to tend to my mother. Is it alright if I brought her along?"

Damn. I almost got lost in those aqua eyes.

*Cough*

"I give you an inch and you take a mile. Look buddy, I know you wish to marry your mother to this great one so you can gaze at my perfection on a daily basis. However, I don't have the time nor patience to wait for a geriatric patient as my tasks are rather urgent."

Despite Amir's low intelligence, his way with words and toxicity couldn't be looked down on.

"Follow me."