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

Her voice was like the autumn rain, her presence like the frosty white.


The cold atmosphere spread through the air as they conversed.


Ye Qinghong, clad in blue, had her Green Shadow Sword across her knees, her eyes reflecting the enchanting figure before her.


Though she was obsessed with the sword,


She had little understanding of the mundane world.


But at the very least, she knew that a proper massage wouldn't require such attire.


Nor would it entail eyes filled with such melancholic yearning.


This so-called Protector Huang was clearly trying to seduce her master in front of her, the head disciple of the Blood Rain Sect.


Although Protector Huang likely didn't realize her master was incapable of normal human desires,


Even so, she did not want this ill reputed, malicious woman anywhere near her master.


She didn't understand where this emotion came from, but she disliked it nonetheless.


Swordsmen like her were always straightforward.


Chapter 117: In the Future, I Will Become the Mistress (Please Subscribe)_1