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 small courtyard, tiny Ling'er sorted with great care.


Those for the queen and the Demon Lord were all very large, plump and full.


But those set aside for herself looked shriveled.


Even so, the little maid did not feel any dissatisfaction, but was instead quite content.


"Two for the queen, two for the Demon Lord."


"Two for the queen, two for the Dem—"


Just as she was about to finish sorting the chestnuts, Ling'er's voice abruptly stopped. In front of her,


there was only one chestnut left that was meant for the Demon Lord, and it seemed impossible to divide any further.


Her little face instantly furrowed into a frown, gazing at the remaining chestnut with distress.


For a moment, she didn't know what to do.


A moment later, her eyes brightened as if she had an idea. She smacked her little head.


Chapter 63: Demon, Await Your Death! (Please Follow) _1