Lady Qiao in Spring

Fang Yang transmigrated to become the leader of a demonic cult, with his powers completely dissipated and his memory lost. All he inherited was a stack of diaries left by the previous demon lord. He discovered that the demon lord was a philanderer, with ex-lovers and admirers everywhere, each of whom harbored deep-seated hatred for him.
In order to survive, he had no choice but to follow the diaries and pretend to be the demon lord, navigating relationships with numerous peerless beauties, trying to dispel their hatred.
"Your Highness, the moon is exceptionally beautiful tonight, why don't we go out to enjoy it together?"
The Princess of Zhen Nan: "?"
"Empress, please be reserved. For the sake of the people of the world, let us part ways here."
The Empress: "??"
"My disciple, give up. It's impossible between us."
Female disciple: "???"
...
From then on, Fang Yang racked his brains and put on a full performance. He maneuvered among many women, striving to keep himself from being raped or killed by them.
As the old saying goes, one woman is equivalent to five hundred crows.
What about ten or twenty?
Fang Yang, covering his ears that were nearly deafened by the noise, looked at the sensual and stunning beauties before him.
He wanted to cry but had no tears...

My Female Disciples All Have Sinister Intentions

In the palace chamber, the atmosphere instantly tensed up.


It was like a drawn sword and a cocked crossbow.


Fang Yang, with his robes fluttering, almost crushed the Demon Lord card in his hand.


Huang Fuling realized things had gone too far, biting her lip as she crawled off the bed, her thin undergarments sheer as cicada wings, exposing vast expanses of white skin.


Her body wasn't as voluptuous as the queen's, nor her looks as stunning that could overthrow cities and nations.


But she exuded a unique charm that could stir people's hearts to the utmost.


Fragrant breezes brushed the face; her slender waist swayed.


She walked slowly towards Fang Yang and gently knelt before him, her undergarments stretched tight, outlining a beautiful and heart-stopping curve.


Her eyes rippled like spring water, filled with deep resentment.


Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, recognizing her at once.


Chapter 40: Is It Just Because I'm Not the Queen? (Please Follow)_1