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 Heart Demon surged in her once more.


Her cheeks flushed red, her mind a complete blank.


Before she could react, the kiss had ended.


And she was embraced in those broad, strong arms, so warm, so secure.


It was as intoxicating as if she were in her father's arms.


For a moment, she recalled the dusty past events, the images from the Heart Demon of her master's solid, steadfast body.


The coldness in her eyes turned into spring water, rippling constantly.


Fang Yang held Ye Qinghong in his arms, fully aware of what was on his disciple's mind.


Such restraint and such passion in these feelings, occurring in his coldest and most indifferent first disciple.


He could almost imagine how Ye Qinghong must have tossed and turned every night.


Thinking of the words his first disciple had just spoken, he sighed.


His gaze was firm as if he had made the most difficult decision.


Chapter 91: My Beloved Disciple, Kneel Down (Please Subscribe)_1