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[Stats]
{Main Stats-}
Strength: 6
Agility: 7
Vitality: 4
Endurance: 2
Intelligence: 8
Luck: 6
{Added Stats-}
Spirit: 0 (Added after Host acquired 'Forbidden Library System')
Charm: 0 (Added after Host acquired skill 'Watchful Eye')
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Looking at his stats for the first time, Stiletto couldn't help but feel a bit deflated. It seemed the previous owner of this body had been slacking up until now.
He had assumed being assigned "Stage 2" meant the boy was strong.
After all, two came after one.
But it appeared that wasn't the case.
Another thing stood out to him—the added stats.
It seemed he had gained certain benefits due to his system. His guess was that "Spirit" functioned similarly to magic or mana. As for the new "Charm" stat, he reasoned that since the skill 'Watchful Eye' measured his favorability with others, raising his Charm would likely increase how others viewed him.
With that, he would have to start from zero.
Not too terrible of an issue, considering the rest of his stats were practically at zero as well. He would build them up with time and become a force to be reckoned with...
There was just one last thing that puzzled him, however.
A button indicated there was a fourth page, but nothing happened when he pressed it.
Deciding it was pointless to worry about now, he stepped in front of the grand mirror in his spacious room.
The system window appeared to be stuck in place, hovering in front of him without fading. On instinct, he willed it to shift aside—and it did—sliding neatly out of his line of sight and letting him see in front of him again.
It remained there as he observed.
Staring back at him in the reflection was a lanky young man, his skin extremely pale—almost as if he had never set foot outside. His deep purple hair fell in soft waves around his ears, brushing across his forehead and reaching the nape of his neck.
But it was his eyes—vibrant, striking red—that stood out the most, the sole feature that demanded attention. Their intensity was only amplified by the baby-blue robe he wore.
Golden morning light streamed through the massive windowed walls, casting a glow over him, as though he were some mystical being.
Yet a closer look revealed that aside from his hair and eyes, the rest of his features were rather ordinary.
Calling him undeniably attractive wasn't a description one could confidently commit to, but he could probably turn a couple heads.
"Hmmm... not bad there, man! You're for sure more handsome than I was in my previous life. I'll make sure to put this face to good use~"
Stiletto looked down with anticipation gleaming in his eyes.
"Now then, time for the big reveal~ I hope he's got something I can work with... not that I ever had the chance to use mine in my previous life."
He quickly undid the strap around his waist and posed in front of the mirror, flaring out the sides of his robe. The sunlight kept pouring in, shining a spotlight on his toolbox.
Once again mystical!
...
If only.
'Oh... I see. Wait, why does it look almost identical to the one in my past life?!'
Stiletto, unfortunately, possessed a small cock. The one before him was about 1.5 inches.
"Well... maybe he's a grower?"
His size had long been one of his deepest insecurities, and it seemed to have somehow managed to follow him even through space and time.
Continuing to study his package with a slight frown, he suddenly heard a startled yelp behind him.
"OH! I'm so sorry, Young Master...!"
Stiletto's eyes snapped back to the mirror—and his heart dropped.
Reflected behind him was a woman in a traditional French maid outfit, the skirt reaching her mid-thigh. The maid was frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at him. She had stepped into the room at the worst possible moment... and the reflection had given her a front-row view of her Young Master's family jewels.
Memories flooded his mind as her name resurfaced.
Quickly wrapping his robe to conceal his body, he turned around and said:
"Oh... hey, Mya."
The woman before him had dull, dark-green hair and bleak silver eyes.
Her other assets, however, were anything but average.
The woman boasted extremely large breasts—seemingly fighting for air in her tight-fitting maid outfit. Her thin waist tapered into a pronounced hourglass shape before widening again at her plump, shapely hips.
Mya was actually the nurse who had helped deliver him. She and Stiletto's mother had met a couple years before the birth and had grown close as friends during the war.
After his father earned the title of Baron, his mother—Valerie—offered Mya a position in the household, knowing her friend was in dire need of support.
The war had not been kind to many.
Since then, for as long as he could remember, Mya had served as his personal maid.
'Huh... I don't know how the previous Stiletto didn't feel anything with this beauty in front of him all the time...'
Quickly, Stiletto activated one of his skills for the first time.
The system still hovered at his side, not having vanished even once since he called it forth.
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[Watchful Eye]
(Mya Caster)
Stage: 1
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'5
Skills: None
Favorability: 81/100
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He noted that he was able to appraise her because her stage was lower than his.
Of course, Mya was an ordinary Mortal—possessing neither skills nor spiritual affinity.
Seeing her favorability score, he wondered what actually determined it. There were many types of favorability after all—romantic interest, familial closeness, friendship, business ties, and countless others.
He wondered what type of favorability Mya's represented.
Was it all bundled into one value, or would he one day be able to see each metric separately?
Suddenly, Mya's timid voice drifted through the air, her face still flushed from the earlier sight.
"Uhm... Young Master? Is everything okay? You seem rather deep in thought. Should I leave and come back?"
"No, no. Please stay, Mya."
Walking back to his bed, he patted the sheets beside him, wordlessly inviting her to sit.
Stiletto glanced at his maid with almost puppy-like eyes, batting his eyelashes...
He planned to test his theory about favorability.
"Do you think... I'll be able to find a good partner?"
He turned his head slightly, a faint blush touching his cheeks—only partly faked, since the question he was about to ask sat far outside his comfort zone.
His virgin mind was spiraling, but he forced himself to maintain his composure.
"One that will be... satisfied with me...?"
"Wha— Uh... what do you mean by that, Young Master?"
Mya shifted a bit on the edge of the bed, her expression betraying her—she clearly knew what he was referring to. Her cheeks were bright red.
Stiletto inwardly braced himself, locking eyes with the maid as he slowly unraveled his robe.
His growing member slowly became upright, purple pubic hair surrounding it enticingly.
"This..."
"Young—!"
Her eyes shot open, her mouth gaping as she stared at Stiletto with a shocked look.
"Young Master, what has gotten into you?!"
"I'm not sure... maybe it's stupid, but I yearn for love. People my age are already getting into relationships, and I just don't see how I can do the same."
Stiletto took a deep breath, keeping eye contact with the maid.
He didn't miss how her eyes kept periodically glancing down toward his cock.
It seemed that Stiletto was indeed somewhat of a grower. His measly one and a half inches had grown to five.
Still not great, but better than what he'd had in his previous life.
"Am I just rambling, Mya? I don't know anymore. As the Baron's son, I'm supposed to have some influence... yet it feels like anyone who tries to get close to me is after my privileges, not... me."
Continuing to pile on, and noticing Mya's eye's flash with the concern of a woman who had raised him, Stiletto went on.
"And when I add that to everything else—like wondering whether I'd even measure up physically—I just... I don't know if I can satisfy my partner. I hear it in the hallways often—how my classmates are becoming intimately and physically active, and it makes me feel left behind. I'm sorry if this isn't making any sense, Mya."
"No, no, Young Master. Don't even think for a moment that your feelings are invalid! I can confidently tell you right now that—"
Without thinking, as she leaned closer, Mya instinctively reached out and placed a gentle, warm hand on Stiletto's thigh in an attempt to comfort him.
He felt his cock throb at the close impact, and at the same moment, Mya's face reddened even further as she realized what she had done.
Placing his hand tenderly over hers, Stiletto stared deep into her soul, his tone shifting in an instant.
"That~?"