Demonic_Paradise

After living a hopeless life and getting exploited to his breaking point for his unique powers, Mithras is diagnosed with a terminal illness, about to die a brutal death when he is murdered anyway by his boss for refusing to betray his sister. 

Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac, and now equipped with a lewd system, Mithras is determined to use this second chance to avenge his past grievances and breed his boss' slimthick mom with a million babies!

But there are two problems: 

1) He is now unkillable, but can only heal his injuries and sustain his immortality by drinking breast milk or love juice! 

2) The System has not only turned his entire body into an aphrodisiac but also made his cum into a five-star delicacy that can not only improve the beauty of any woman he has sex with but also turn them into peerless warriors! 

"Mithras, we want your secret juice!"

"Ok. But how much are you willing to pay for it?" 

[Ding! Ding! Ding!] 

[Hidden Quest...Bad Girls Become My Bitches...completed!]

[Hidden Quest...I Don't Stuff For Free...completed!]

Surrounded by beauties chasing after his secret juice, and persecuted by their greedy admirers, can Mithras protect his secrets and stay true to his past life's principles, or will he indulge in the temptation of his new powers, becoming the Harem God of a generation?

Spoiler Alert: Of course, he will!

(Note: This story contains no yuri or netorare, but a shit-ton of netori -- meaning that the mc steals other men's girls and crushes. It's also a lot more lighthearted than what I write usually. Extra tags include Wincest, Smut, Netori, Twins, MILFS, Priestesses, Nuns, Demonesses, Monstergirls, Dragons, Revenge, Conquest, Oyakodon, Dual Cultivation, Ero Leveling, Large Harem, Ahegao, Slut-Training, Goddesses Pay Mc for Sex, and many more cultured tags.)

Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

"Who…are you?" The Queen Mother asked, causing a spell of confusion to spread across the scene.

Not many knew what Akamana di Angra looked like. Even in the Angra Theocracy, the Grand Priestess had quite literally not shown her face in the last 500 years, erasing past portraits to keep her real appearance a secret.

Why? A whim, mostly. And while most of those who remembered Akamana's appearance had died long ago, Vel'Asha happened to be one of the few who remained. Akamana even claimed they were friends. A dubious claim no doubt, but they clearly knew one another. So why could Vel'Asha not recognize the Grand Priestess?

"Oh Vel darling how could you say that? You're breaking my heart and ruining my street cred. And to think I came to assist you in your time of need. Sucks to be your bestie," Akamana said with a little pout, looking sideways with crocodile tears in her eyes.

The Forbidden Race!