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

What do I do next? It seems from the illusions that I would need to busily attend to many things as a maidservant, and also... I might not be able to bear it.


The little maid's face flushed red, her body trembling incessantly, while Fang Yang was stunned by the astonishing thought processes of the princess...


Ordinary people faced with danger would likely think about how to break the situation, but when it came to the princess, it seemed better to die a glorious death than a miserable one.


The corners of his mouth twitched, as he prepared to dissuade the princess, only to see Ye Qinghong also gripping her sword, her eyes blazing as she stared at him, eager to try, with the hint of a red candle wax appearing and disappearing in her sleeve.


Gong Yajun was the most direct, simply sealing off the surroundings on the spot, blocking all lines of sight, her robes already shed to reveal her skin white and jade-like.


Chapter 198: _2