My Pervert Sytem

Leon absorbed the valuable political intelligence realizing the upcoming martial exhibition was not just a diplomatic hurdle but a highly orchestrated death trap designed to permanently wipe House Sterling off the map.

He casually tossed the unconscious assassin onto the flat roof of a nearby guard barracks knowing the local patrols would find the broken Syndicate agent by morning.

He turned around and began the rapid journey back to the manor dropping smoothly into the dusty courtyard a few minutes later expecting to find the estate locked down in high alert.

Instead he found a tall familiar woman standing elegantly near the ruined entrance gates wearing a pristine glowing emerald uniform that radiated a deep suffocating magical presence.

Isolde Vane stood in the center of the neglected courtyard resting one hand casually on the jeweled hilt of her glowing rapier while casting a highly disdainful gaze over the cracked marble statues and overgrown weeds.

The beautiful rival knight possessed long vibrant green hair tied into a strict military braid and her sharp piercing eyes locked immediately onto Leon as he landed silently on the cobblestones.

She remembered exactly how this rugged magicless brute had barehandedly disarmed her, so she kept her guard high.

Leon did not expect that her house would sent her to the capital aswell.

"I heard the great House Sterling was reduced to sleeping in the dirt but I truly did not expect it to look this pathetic," Isolde sneered her voice dripping with haughty confidence while her internal energy network flared defensively at his sudden arrival.

"And it seems their precious guard dog is spending his nights chasing shadows across the rooftops instead of guarding his fragile mistress."

"Good evening Lady Isolde," Leon replied smoothly walking slowly toward her projecting a calm magnetic charm that instantly irritated her fierce pride. "I would invite you inside for tea but we are currently dealing with a minor pest infestation courtesy of your lovely political allies."

Isolde narrowed her bright green eyes ignoring the subtle accusation while her passive aura scanned his heavy muscular frame trying to figure out how a man with no formal lineage could radiate such intense intimidating power.

"I am not here to play political games with a servant," the emerald knight stated firmly taking a confident step forward to close the distance between them. "I came to deliver a personal warning because I refuse to let the Syndicate steal my rightful victory. Do not bring Seraphina to the royal banquet tomorrow night because the duels are heavily rigged against her."

The crystal bell chimed playfully in his mind projecting a glowing pink text box right in front of her beautiful flushed face.

[Quest Issued: The Rival’s Submission]

[Objective: Step into her personal space, trap her against the wrought iron gate, brush her green hair aside, and whisper something scandalous.]

[Reward: +15 Strength, Skill ’Aura Piercing’, 500 Shameless Points.]

[Failure Penalty: The Host will suffer a highly specific curse causing his armpits to aggressively sweat hot mayonnaise for the next twenty four hours ruining his dark tailored aesthetic.]

Leon read the horrific culinary penalty and ruthlessly suppressed a deep tired sigh..

He blurred into motion utilizing his massive Agility to bypass her highly trained reflexes stepping directly inside her personal guard before she could even twitch her fingers toward her glowing rapier.

He smoothly backed her up until her shoulders collided lightly with the cold wrought iron gate trapping her athletic frame between the metal bars and his broad heavily scarred chest. Isolde gasped sharply her bright green eyes widening in sheer shocking disbelief as the searing blistering heat radiating from his body seeped directly through her emerald uniform.

Leon raised his right hand and gently brushed a stray lock of vibrant green hair behind her delicate ear letting his rough fingertips trail highly scandalously down her soft jawline.

"Did you really come only to deliver that message or you were just longing to see me," Leon whispered in a deep resonant tone that vibrated heavily against her neck bypassing her fierce military discipline entirely.

The sheer audacity of the intimate gesture sent a massive jolt of blinding electricity straight down her spine causing her highly aggressive magical aura to wildly shift into a dense confusing wave of pure helpless submission.

She opened her mouth to issue a lethal threat but her breath hitched erratically leaving her staring up at his dark handsome face with a deep unspoken hunger burning in her chest.

[Quest Completed Successfully!]

[Your personal hygiene remains pristine and sauce free.]

[Distributing Rewards: +15 Strength, Skill ’Aura Piercing’ Acquired, 500 Shameless Points.]

Leon slowly stepped back offering the flustered rival knight a charming wicked smirk before turning his back on her to walk casually toward the manor entrance.

Isolde stood frozen against the iron gate her pale cheeks burning with a brilliant furious red flush before she rapidly composed herself and vanished into the night shadows swearing deeply confusing vengeance against the arrogant warden.

Leon entered the main foyer and jogged lightly up the grand staircase pushing the heavy wooden doors of the master suite open to check on his primary target.

Seraphina was standing in the center of the dusty room wearing only her form fitting white under-tunic while staring down at the elderly tailor who was currently weeping loudly on the floor.

"What is the situation Lady Seraphina?" Leon asked smoothly stepping into the room and sweeping his dark eyes over the surrounding shadows to ensure no other assassins had breached the perimeter.

"The assassin missed me but they managed to strike something far more valuable," Seraphina muttered her voice tight with heavy frustration as she pointed toward the large wooden cutting table.

The beautiful roll of dark shimmering silk they had purchased to craft her banquet dress was violently torn straight down the middle ruined by the jagged black arrowhead that had grazed the fabric during its lethal flight.

The elderly tailor was sobbing into his hands loudly proclaiming that the rare material was sourced from the southern coast and could never be replaced before the royal event began.

Leon stared at the ruined fabric and felt a slow confident smile spread across his face realizing his newly acquired system rewards were about to prove incredibly useful.