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

The moonlight enveloped the scene, and the autumn wind rustled.


Watching that hurried figure, for some reason, the young maidservant felt that her princess seemed to be in a rush and couldn't help but whisper,


"Princess, do you, do you have feelings for the Demon Lord?"


The figure with a back as smooth and round as pearls momentarily froze.


The princess's voice even began to tremble.


"Nonsense... speaking such nonsense, I have nothing to do with that demon, my conscience is clear. Besides, there is a sea of blood between us, how could I possibly have feelings for him?"


"You girl, you... you always overthink!"


After dropping that comment, she turned and headed towards the hot spring, her pace becoming even more frantic, more rushed.


Under the rippling moonlight, her side face was still somewhat flushed.


Chapter 54: Clash of the Two Women (Seeking Follow-up Reads)_1