Melina's hand lingered on the doorframe, her breath stilled as her eyes fell on the scene. For a heartbeat, she couldn't move, couldn't speak.
Her daughter trembled in Leon's arms, body shuddering from the powerful release that had just overtaken her.
Looking at Kara's flushed face, Melina felt heat rise to her own cheeks as an unwelcome memory stirred—the memory of what she herself had once shared with Leon. Shame and disbelief collided violently inside her chest.
"Mmm—mmmh!" She cleared her throat sharply, the sound cutting through the thick silence. Her voice, unsteady yet stern, followed:
"What," she asked, eyes narrowing, "is going on here?"
Kara froze as if struck. Wide hazel eyes darted between her mother and Leon, panic flashing across her features.
"M-Mother, I—" Her voice cracked, the words dying in her throat. Before either of them could stop her, she whirled around and bolted, footsteps hammering against the floorboards.
The bedroom door slammed shut with a hollow thud.
For a long, heavy moment, Melina's gaze lingered on Leon. Her hazel eyes, firm and searching, seemed to demand answers he couldn't yet give. At last, with a sharp exhale, she turned, her dress swaying as she strode after her daughter.
"Stay here," she ordered coldly, leaving no room for argument.
Left alone, Leon drew in a slow breath and closed his eyes. He focused inward, reaching for the strange energy stirring within him. At once, a cascade of alien notifications filled his mind:
[System initializing…]
[Analyzing Host…]
[Detecting energy…]
[Source energy detected... Lust Energy]
[Recalibrating…]
[Lust accepted as foundation energy. System adapting…]
Ding!
[Initializing Kingdom-Building System… Successful]
Leon's eyes snapped open, his breath sharp.
"What… the hell?" he muttered under his breath, his gaze flicking to his trembling hands.
The voice returned, calm and mechanical, echoing inside his mind.
[System Calibration Complete.]
[Welcome, Host.]
[You have been chosen as the bearer of the Kingdom-Building System.]
Leon froze. His lips parted as the words sank in.
"A… system? Like those novels I read back on Earth?" he whispered, eyes wide. His chest tightened, torn between disbelief and excitement.
Almost as if answering his thoughts, a shimmering blue panel unfolded in the air before him. The translucent screen floated inches away from his face, symbols flickering before arranging themselves into words he could understand:
[Host: Leon Smith]
STR: 5
STA: 7
CHA: 4
VIT: 6
L.E.P.: 10
He swallowed hard. "Just like in the novels." His hand twitched upward instinctively, reaching out, and to his shock, his finger passed through the screen, sending ripples across the light.
The panel pulsed again, shifting into a new display.
[Do you wish to view available functions?]
Yes| No
Leon hesitated, then drew in a slow breath.
"…Yes."
The instant he thought the word, the panel shimmered, breaking apart into streams of light that rearranged into a larger, more complex screen.
Leon squinted against the glow as the new screen stabilized, lines of text etching themselves in crisp, luminous strokes.
[Perverted Farmer King System – Core Functions]
Status – View Host attributes and available Lust Energy Points (L.E.P.).
Knowledge Library – Exchange L.E.P. for blueprints, formulas, farming techniques, military strategies, trade methods, and other nation-building knowledge.
Plant Recognition – Scan and identify plants, unlocking their properties, uses, and hidden potentials.
Leon's brows knit together as he read again, the words burning themselves into his mind.
"All… the knowledge needed to build a nation? Farming, engineering, cooking, even military tactics?" he muttered, heart racing. His hand twitched as the screen pulsed faintly, like it was alive, waiting for his command.
And then his gaze dropped to the line that made his throat go dry:
Note *Points can be assigned to personal stats or exchanged for knowledge.*
Leon's eyes skimmed over the glowing categories again. Farming techniques. Military strategy. Engineering blueprints.
It all sounded impossibly grand—too grand for him. His chest tightened. He was not interested in power. As a man of culture all he wanted to be surrounded by beauties.
His gaze dropped back to the status screen.
[Host: Leon Smith]
STR: 5 | STA:4| CHA: 4 | VIT: 6 | L.E.P.: 10
His brow furrowed. The words on the screen might as well have been mocking him. He'd nearly collapsed from exhaustion earlier; his body still felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. All the lofty promises of knowledge meant little if he didn't even have the strength to keep up with daily life.
"Forget nation-building…assign 5 points to strength and 5 to stamina," he muttered.
The screen flickered.
[Confirm Allocation?]
STR +5 | STA +5
Yes | No
Leon clenched his fists and whispered, "Yes."
The moment the word left his lips, his body erupted in heat. A rush of vitality spread from his core outward, surging into every muscle and bone. His arms tightened, veins pulsing with raw power. His legs felt steadier, springier, as if the ground itself pushed back with more life.
His chest rose sharply as his lungs expanded, pulling in more air than ever before. The heaviness he carried melted away, replaced by a vibrant strength he had never known.
[Stat Update Complete]
STR: 5 → 10
STA: 4 → 9
L.E.P.: 0
Leon gasped, flexing his fingers, marveling at how solid his own grip felt. He could feel the difference, not just in his muscles but in the very beat of his heart.
Leon clenched and unclenched his fists, unable to resist the urge to test this newfound power. His body felt lighter, his muscles alive with energy.
Dropping to the floor, he stretched out his arms.
"Let's see if this is real…" he muttered.
He lowered himself into a push-up position and pressed down. His body dipped, then rose with surprising ease. No strain, no trembling in his arms. He tried again—two, three, four—each one smoother than the last.
By the tenth push-up, Leon actually laughed under his breath.
"This… this feels amazing."
He pushed further. Fifteen. Twenty. His breath came steady, strong, his chest swelling with pride as sweat just barely began to bead across his skin. When he finally stopped, he didn't collapse in exhaustion—he sprang to his feet, still breathing evenly.
"Before, I would've been panting like a dog after ten," he said with a grin, flexing his arm and marveling at the firmness of his biceps.
A slow grin tugged at his lips.
"Now this… this is living."