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

Snowflakes danced in the air, and the Princess Consort's body shivered,


Her phoenix eyes bulged, almost splitting at the seams.


The already generous expanse of fabric at her chest now outlined an even more breathtaking protective curve.


She had always known there wasn't a single good man in the world.


Especially this fiend, who in just a few short days, had become another's husband.


With rage consuming her heart, the little maid also stood there gawking at the scene, watching the Demon Lord's austere silhouette amidst the snowstorm, and beholding Guan Qinghan flying in the air, as beautiful as a fairy.


A profound sense of inferiority welled up within her.


She took out a small copper mirror, looked at her own slightly chubby baby-faced reflection, then at the simple hairpin in her hair.


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