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

Just as enchanting and tempting as ever.


But she looked somewhat tired and weary.


Then, with a slight frown of her willow-shaped eyebrows, a purple crescent mark flashed across her brow.


It brought a hint of pain to her face, her legs went soft, and she nearly fell to the ground—fortunately, Fang Yang promptly supported her before dominantly carrying her to the bed.


Seeing the pale and pain-stricken Huang Fuling, Fang Yang couldn't help but feel puzzled.


A Great Grandmaster like her should experience such pain and weakness from this?


He could, of course, leave at any time.


But the fact that Huang Fuling had just massaged him through her pain, putting so much effort into it, ultimately made him feel somewhat reluctant to be uncaring.


So, after hesitating for a while, he opened his mouth and said,


"This lord can treat your injuries, though the feeling is quite peculiar. Can you bear it?"


Chapter 100: Ye Qinghong Questions His Conscience, Is It Really Him? (4K for Subscriptions)_1