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

It completely enveloped Fang Yang and the Sect Master's wife, shrouding them within,


What... what in the world is happening?


Wasn't his wife supposed to be giving the Demon Lord a massage?


How did it go from a massage to suddenly drawing the curtain, barring any view?


Could it actually be some kind of forbidden massage technique?


The more he thought, the angrier he became, the more stifled he felt, especially recalling his wife's fervent and eager gaze from before.


He couldn't shake the feeling that he had been thoroughly tricked.


In a moment, he was beside himself with rage and shame.


Behind him, the void kept distorting, as if two manifestations were about to emerge, but ultimately they dissipated slowly.


Without fully understanding the Demon Lord's strength, he dared not act rashly or provoke the Demon Lord no matter what.


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