I transmigrated into the body of a highborn pure-blood succubus, but lost the ability to perceive emotions.
As long as I collect delicious emotions from young women, I can use my innate talent to draw rewards from them.
Swordsmanship, magic, assassination techniques, bloodline talents...
Mulin: Lying on beautiful girls and freeloading their abilities until I become the strongest? That sounds like a pretty sweet deal.
However...
The sword princess he rescued from a goblin attack kept probing him, determined to unmask him.
The half-dead dragon girl he accidentally hatched hid a fierce possessiveness beneath her tsundere exterior. She wanted to cover his body with dragon tattoos symbolizing their bond.
The witch he saved from the gallows finally glimpsed a ray of hope after being reviled by society. But at some point, she too began secretly considering adding a little something to his potions...
Realizing things were going badly, Mulin tried to put them in their place:
"I am the strongest warrior, mage, assassin, and potion-maker on the continent..."
"That really is a problem."
The beautiful girls sighed.
"Master, why don't you guess where your power comes from?"
