Why is a pervert the chosen one?

I woke up tired and wanting to go back to sleep when it hit me. Today was the day I got my class, the day I am officially an adult. I throw the covers off myself and try to pull up the system like I have been told… nothing. Dang I knew I wasn’t born in the middle of the night. My father told me as such but I still hoped he was wrong.

I got dressed and went down stairs, my father tossed me some jerky and a canteen of water. “Eat, then we head outside and train until it is time. It will get your mind off things and might help you unlock a combat class. It is a little late to change things fully but some think it has more effect than any other day of training.”

I quickly scarf down the meat and water, others got a feast but knowing my father it doesn’t surprise me that he is more focused on getting me a good class. It shows he loves me in his own way, but I doubt I could ever get him to admit it.

Following him outside I see him toss a sword my way. I panic a bit when I see it is a real sword but my training kicks in. I see it will screwer me on its current trajectory so I step forward and catch it deftly in my hand surprising myself. Then I glared at my father, “Are you serious?! Throwing a sword at your son? If I hadn’t moved it would have stabbed into me!”

I see him smirk, “Well if that happened you wouldn’t deserve the class you would unlock today.” I knew what he really meant was that he had faith I would catch the blade. He still takes after his family to an extent.

He beckons me and I naturally use the glory fighting style he taught me. I charge in using powerful swings without wasting movement. He blocks me with his shield with the hold style, it is all about defensive fighting. I personally prefer to be on the offensive but my father is incredibly skilled and not a single attack gets through.

The added weight is messing me up a little and my father has no qualms taking advantage of it. When my sword is slightly misplaced the edge of his shield jams up and hits my chin knocking me back. I stumble back and rub my chin, he clearly held back at the last second.

“Pick up a shield, unless you want a fully offensive class.” My father says smirking at my annoyance. I pick up a shield and get into the hold stance, I expected him to switch styles but he seems content to be in the hold stance as well.

This naturally leads to a slow fight where we both try to test each other defenses. Neither of us making much progress, I decide to go a bit more offensive using my shield as a weapon as much as my sword. I see my father grin, as he blocks all my attempts still. I am about to body slam him when I see something appear in front of me.

CONGRATULATIONS KLARK BROOKHOLD YOU HAVE UNLOCKED YOUR CLASS!

YOUR CLASS IS: PERVERT

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I stared at the screen confused, I knew there were such classes but they were uncommon and I didn’t think I was overly perverted. Then again… yeah ok maybe it is a better fit than I want to admit. Still I hoped for something combat…

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That is weird it seems to still be thinking.

**Aurial**: Ugh, damn it why did it have to be someone with the pervert class of all things? Whatever, here is the spiel. You are one of the few people with the potential for a second class. This is once in a generation kind of rare mind you. I don’t control this but I can give you the ability to pick your second class. I would LIKE you to help kill the demon king but I am not holding my breath. Not when one of your two classes is solely related to sex and perverted acts. I will keep looking for another solution.

CHOOSE YOUR SECOND CLASS!

Then I saw a drop down menu with more classes than I could keep track of. It did have a search bar but what made me freeze was my father looking at me expectingly. I panicked and thought of three choices that I could go with.

Warrior: This is the class that my father hopes I will unlock. It matches my current training and I could probably level quite quickly in it.

Paladin: This class would mostly match my training and my father could help me learn how to use it. We don’t talk about it much but my father comes from a line of paladins. I am not quite sure why our name is different than theirs but I assume he got disowned. Or why he doesn’t have the paladin class himself… I think. I at least haven’t seen him use such a class.

Mage: It is cool… yeah that is mostly it. I have no talent for it as far as I know and I am not an avid reader either. I really would love to use magic though and I have a second class even if it is the pervert class. Maybe between the two I can make this work out. Using spells in a perverted way to level them both?

Or I could just tell my father what happened. I could just not mention the pervert class, or I could lie and say I got warrior while I think it over. I could just say I didn’t want to let him down afterwards when it comes out I have a different class.

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Author note: This will be a bit of a slow burn and there is not yet any porn. His current environment isn’t quite right for it yet but I will include some as we go. Some branches might be pretty similar but I will try to include little differences that should pull them apart as he goes. For example he chopped down a tree with his skill in a chapter… how will this tree being gone matter? I don’t know yet but it is certainly something I can build off of. Also thought it would take longer for the story to be accepted so I was hoping to have another chapter or two.

If you want like a specific skill choice tell me in the comments. I am currently planning to only do two per chapter at the moment. Mostly to reduce the exponential aspect making it so chapter depth is too short lol.