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

Behind the Demon Sect, the hot springs.


Moonlight, thin as sand mist, enveloped the surface of the spring.


Huang Fuling stepped on the rocks and entered the water, her skin white as jade, tinted with layers of clouds and rosy light.


Beneath the veil of mist, a kind of hazy beauty was revealed.


The spring water rippled, stirring waves of ripples.


Huang Fuling, full of seductive charm, purposely passed in front of the Princess Consort, her waist graceful and enchanting.


The Princess Consort was not to be outdone, holding her head high and thrusting out her chest.


As they were about to brush past each other, the two stunning beauties exchanged smiles.


One dignified and lovely, a beauty that could overturn states.


The other alluring and gentle, tugging at heartstrings.


They exhibited two completely different kinds of beauty.


But both appeared quite polite, as if they were close friends from the boudoir.


They seemed eager to extend their hands in friendship.


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