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

In the Bloodborn Palace, Odoacer sat on his ruby throne, tears dropping from his eyes as he trembled nonstop.

"All...dead? My brothers...have fallen?

My brothers...decimated by my son? No...no! It has to be a mistake! Trajan! Shapur! Arminius, Hadrian, Gurdenhozer! My brothers—Trajan! Aaaaaargh!" In a fit of murderous frenzy, Odoacer lunged out of his palace, soaring into the sky in a flash of sanguine rays!

"DRAKNEIL!" The Fylkir called, summoning his ancient mount. A colossal gray-skinned gargoyle with gigantic steel wings dropped from the heavens, putting Odoacer on its back...before turning into a meteor of sanguine flames!

100,000 years. For over 100,000 years, the Five Kings had been biding their time, waiting for the day Odoacer would return to lead the restoration of the Empire.

Return to Life!