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

Huang Fuling gently dove into the water, droplets cascading onto her gleaming white body, trailing down its curves, reflecting the bright moonlight.


She was so graceful, so beautiful, a vision comparable to a work of art.


At the same time, Gong Yajun had just flown out of the nunnery.


The delicate fabric outlined her voluptuous figure, making her smooth legs appear even more exquisite and captivating.


Each age has its own unique charm and allure.


The young always prefer the raw bitterness of fresh tea leaves, yet fail to appreciate the mature, full-bodied flavor of aged Pu'erh.


"The Demon Lord is at the foot of the mountain, ready to administer her punishment once more," she murmured.


Gong Yajun bit her lip and flew down towards the mountain, her legs twisted together tightly.


Her gaze was filled with silent complaints and sorrow.


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