I'm a Villain, So I'll Take Over The World!

"Greetings, Master Noah. What shall I do for you today?" Melly asked with a soft smile, bowing.

He had a small tint to his cheeks at the sight of her barely-concealed bosom that was easily a G-cup, "Tidy up my room, please."

"As you wish," Melly nodded, quickly getting to work.

Melly was surprisingly efficient for being a glorified golem, and even more so, was shockingly human as she hummed a delightful tune while picking up scattered clothes and setting them in a bin for the laundry.

While she cleaned, he sat at his desk, fiddling with his grimoire as he studied the spells it contained, though he was mostly distracted by the scantily-dressed maid.

'How am I going to focus like this?' He thought.

Sitting there, a quiet growl of his stomach had him realize he didn't eat much that day, leading him to look over, finding that the room was already spotless, only being cleaned of dust by the dutiful maid.

"Hey," he called out to her.

Melly spun around and gave her undivided attention to him with a soft smile, causing her chest to jiggle as a result, "Yes? What can I do for you?"

"Are you able to cook?"

"Why, of course I am! I happen to be quite good at it, if I do say so myself!" Melly answered cheerfully, holding her hands together before tilting her head, "Are you asking because you'd like me to prepare dinner for you at this time?"

"Please," he nodded.

"Leave it to me," Melly bowed her head before leaving his room.

Though he was actually hungry, it also gave him some time alone in his room, undistracted by jiggling balloons as he studied his grimoire.

'I wonder if my stats have changed at all,' he pondered.

"System," he called.

[Level: 100]

[Strength: 5003]

[Constitution: 5002]

[Mana: 9999]

There was some curiosity found in the fact that his stats did seem to improve, minimally but still improved, yet his level remained the same.

"...Are these my only stats, though? I'd imagine I have 'EXP' points or something like that, right?" He mumbled to himself.

It seemed his utterances were enough as more advanced state lines revealed themself to him simultaneously.

[Fast-Twitch: 3000]

[Slow-Twitch: 2000]

From what he understood, "Fast-Twitch" referred to quick-bursts of strength like swinging his fist or breaking a rock, while "Slow-Twitch" was more aligned with carrying heavy objects or lifting them.

[Agility: 4000]

[Wisdom: 1000]

[Wits: 1150]

Though it was a stretch to believe his intellect had reached such heights in those stats, he found it to be the truth once realizing just how quickly he absorbed the information from his classes, understanding concepts of science, the English language, and mathematics within mere moments of being introduced to them.

[Charisma: 1350]

[Physical Attractiveness: 5120]

"What's the deal with 'Charisma' and 'Physical Attractiveness'--I mean, those kinds of stats would be static, right? You can't normally change that," he questioned to himself.

[ANSWER: [Charisma] was increased by a factor of +[1000] today when obtaining a multitude of companions. [Physical Attractiveness] alters with your perceived appearance]

The System informed him of the way the questionable stats worked, which provided a satisfactory answer for him as he leaned back in his rolling chair.

"So…I can increase my stats without increasing my level, but it's more of a specialized effort rather than general? I think I've played some games that worked like this, if that's the case, I think I've got the gist of it," he said to himself, tapping his chin with a pen as he began scribbling notes in a journal.

After a few more minutes, Melly returned with a tray that carried a bowl of piping-hot soup that emitted steam.

"It's fresh-and-hot, so be careful," Melly told him with a bubbly smile.

As the bowl was set down in front of him on his desk, he caught a whiff of what smelled like beef and a fragrant mixture of vegetables; 'immaculate beef stew.'

"Thanks," he smiled at the maid.

It felt somewhat odd to engage in conversation with the figure that should by all means be an inanimate figurine on his shelf, but there was no doubting she was living, breathing, and made of flesh with her own personality.

"Mhm!" Melly nodded, "Is there anything else you'd like me to do, Master?"

He only pondered for a moment before snapping his fingers, "…Well, there is one thing.

With just how real Melly was and accurate to the fictional form he was attached to, lecherous thoughts naturally came to his hormonal mind. It was only suppressed at first due to his own focus on other things, but now with the night left to him, he indulged.

"What is it, then? I'll do whatever I can to help," Melly asked with a smile.

"If that's the case, then…show me what's under that uniform," he brazenly ordered.

Such a direct way of asking for the vulgar request caused the scarlet-haired maid to blush, but she obliged after only a moment of hesitation.

A single tug of the collar of her revealing uniform caused her perfect, round breasts to pop out, bouncing as their pale, smooth form was revealed to Noah.

Of course, for the young man who was still a virgin, the sight made him pitch a tent, though he didn't shy away as he ushered Melly over for a closer view.

It was his first time seeing them in person: uncensored, in-the-flesh, mounds of perfection. As he placed his hands on them, experiencing just how soft and silken they were to the touch, a quiet 'eep' escaped the maid's lips, causing him to retreat his hands.

"Revert," he stopped himself, snapping his fingers.

In just that casual snap, the life-sized maid returned to a small, statuesque shape as he picked up the figure and carefully placed it back on the shelf along with the others.

The simple invocation reversed the effect of ["Sentience Bestowment"], though it was only temporary as he didn't plan on having a fictional character roaming his house, which could only cause a headache if his mother came home.

Finishing up the soup, he decided to call it a night as he made some meaningful progress on understanding his abilities.

'As far as I'm aware, I should be unstoppable by conventional weaponry. If it comes down to it, not even the army could stop me. For now, I'll keep things small scale. Eventually…with this power, there's no other choice but to take what's mine: the entire world,' he thought