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

A pair of beautiful feet tread upon the icy floor.


Huang Fuling, this woman, is naturally bewitching.


Her greatest talent lies in ensnaring souls.


Every frown, every smile, every move she makes is enough to stir one's heart and soul.


The most shocking aspect was, as Fang Yang approached, he was stunned to discover that the high-slit, nearly translucent dress had another design to it.


It was adorned with silver chains like decorative items, glittering, yet they functioned like zippers.


A light tug, and one could behold a completely different realm.


What kind of massage technician wears such clothes?


He felt that such attire was a corrupt influence within the demonic sect.


He wanted to give her a good thrashing.


Make her kneel on the ground, admit her wrongdoing, and never dare to do it again.


Approaching closer, a fragrant breeze wafted toward him.


Chapter 99: Demon Lord, I'm Crying to Death!_1