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 mountain spring was clear and clean, perfect for washing hawthorns.


Naturally, it was also something the young maid had prepared in advance.


The spring water from the back mountain was far away, but only the best water could thoroughly cleanse the hawthorns, allowing the princess and the Demon Lord to enjoy them truly.


These were all her careful considerations, things she had calculated well ahead of time.


After all, she was nothing more than a clumsy girl, as lowly as the grass in these troubled times, easily trampled to death with but a single footstep.


As long as her mistress and the Demon Lord were pleased, that was enough.


And so, enduring the pain, she meticulously washed each one by one.


Her chubby, baby-faced cheeks turned deathly pale, and before long, sweat began to bead on her forehead.


The princess, who was still drawing erotic pictures of herself and the Demon Lord, had heard the noise from the kitchen and walked in.


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