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

On the bed, Ye Qinghong stretched out her foot, the back of her foot tense, feeling her own icy-cold little foot being held by a broad and sturdy hand.


At this moment, her skin had turned red, resembling the enchanting beauty of clouds at sunrise or sunset.


Her silver teeth were biting down even harder.


The slender hand clutched the quilt tightly; where was the cold-hearted demeanor of the icy Swordsman from before?


"All he's doing now is healing me; there's no need to overthink it. My conscience is clear,"


Ye Qinghong muttered to herself internally, trying her best to keep calm. As for the words her master had reminded her of earlier, to endure a bit more, she didn't take them to heart at all.


It's just healing; how painful could it be?


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