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

Looking at the pitiful Huang Fuling, then at the whip held in her mouth.


As if something within him was slowly awakening.


Causing his robe to flutter slightly, his mouth dry and tongue parched.


At this moment, he naturally could have sent Huang Fuling away, making her leave the Demon Lord's abode.


But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say the words today, and instead, a sinful thought arose in his heart.


However, that thought did not linger long before he swept it from his mind.


As the Demon Lord, how could he be tempted by beauty?


So... he extended his hand, pressing it on her head, and said in a husky voice,


"Protector Huang, it seems I have told you before not to play with fire, lest the flames grow too large for you to control."


"But this servant enjoys fluttering into the flames and...if one hand isn't enough, there are always two."


Chapter 85: The Demon Lord's First Flutter of the Heart (3,200 Words, Please Subscribe)_1