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 darkness of night, the sound of rippling water arose.


Out of the mist, a figure appeared, graceful and voluptuous, slowly approaching from the distance.


It was the wife of the Marquis of Zhen Nan.


Fang Yang's heart tightened, and his brow furrowed.


He was at a critical moment of gaining favorability, and just as the wife was beginning to have faint feelings for him.


If she were to see him embracing another woman in the hot spring at this moment, no matter how open-minded she was, she would be greatly disappointed in him, which would lower her favorability.


With that thought, he struggled to leave, but Huang Fuling held onto him tightly.


"Demon Lord, there's no need to worry—I have a way," she said.


Huang Fuling smiled sweetly, eyeing the wife's figure from the corner of her eye, secretly wishing for her to come closer and witness the scene before her.


Chapter 53: Begging the Demon Lord for Mercy (Follow-up Reading) _1