Chapter 3: Pervert Project Under Construction
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling, breathing slowly.
I was now officially… the protagonist of a ridiculous "dating" novel, owning a lust system, and living inside the body of a guy who nearly died from heart failure.
Should I feel excited?
"Olivia, are you there?"
Her voice came instantly—soft, composed… but with an unmistakable tone of hidden mockery.
> "Since you're still alive, yes… I'm here."
"Are lust systems always this philosophical?"
> "Only when assigned to boys with zero experience, fragile hearts, and confused minds."
I sighed. "Great… I'm just a test subject for a sarcastic system."
> "Don't sell yourself short. You're a full-fledged pervert project under construction."
Despite myself, I chuckled. Her presence, as bizarre as it was, made this new reality easier to digest.
"Alright… show me where to start."
> "It's simple: girl, interaction, effect.
A look, a touch, a double-meaning phrase… The system feeds on excitement, not meditation."
"A girl? Already?"
> "I'm not asking you to marry her. Just spark something in her heart… or her body. Whichever reacts first."
I stood up with a tired sigh. "Feels like a game… with no clear prize."
> "Oh, but the prize is clear: skills, power, women… and maybe a sudden heart attack if you overdo it."
"You're surprisingly helpful."
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I left the room.
Silence cloaked the dorm hallway—no one around.
I made my way down to a small courtyard near a fountain… and there she was.
A girl, sitting alone, reading.
Gentle features, short brown hair, small glasses resting on her nose. I recalled her name from the body's memories: Hana.
> "Excellent choice for a first target," Olivia chimed in.
"Shy, introverted, unused to male interaction. Perfect for a first move… with minimal legal risk."
"You speak from experience?"
> "I'm a lust system. Don't expect me to be mentally pure."
I approached her and spoke gently,
"Hi, mind if I sit here?"
She lifted her head slowly, eyes wide, and gave a small nod without saying a word.
I sat quietly and pretended to adjust the buttons on my shirt.
"Studying for something?"
She replied in a whisper, "Wind element… I have a test tomorrow."
"Ah… wind. Very useful for creating… emotional effects."
She glanced at me, puzzled, but didn't reply.
"Does that count as a bad joke?" I whispered to Olivia.
> "It counts as a sad seduction attempt… but hey, she looked at you twice."
I noticed a cup beside her, partially spilled.
I pulled out a napkin, wiped it gently, and briefly touched her fingers.
She didn't pull away—just loosened her grip.
> "Well done," Olivia whispered.
"First interaction recorded. Lust energy: one out of a hundred. Truly, a legend is born."
"Is sarcasm one of your core functions?"
> "No, but it keeps things interesting."
I looked at Hana again. "Do you always sit here?"
She replied, "Sometimes… I don't like crowds."
"I don't either. Maybe we could be a small crowd together."
Her face reddened a little, and she smiled faintly.
Then she stood suddenly and said softly,
"I'll be back later… if you're still here."
And she left.
"Was that a success?" I asked.
> "You worked a miracle. Raised attraction from zero to three percent. The world may never recover."
"I'll need a lot of patience… and maybe a touch of stupidity."
> "And a lot of courage… and a little lack of morals."
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I returned to the room, sat down, and closed the door.
It wasn't a grand event, but it was the first step.
The system was alive.
And I… had entered a game unlike anything I've ever known.
"Olivia…"
> "Yes, my little pervert project?"
"...Let's start the game."
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