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

Before long, it descended before the crowd.


The princess, with her noble status and majestic presence, loved to show off — a peony stood before her.


The lowly little maid, content and humble, only wished to stand guard in front of the Demon Lord and her own princess, resembling a simple wild white flower.


Guan Qinghan, with her indifferent nature and hair full of silver strands, was a snow lotus.


Gong Yajun and Huang Fuling, though they appeared to be devout Buddhist disciples, exuding sanctity as they fasted and chanted scriptures daily, in reality, cultivated the way of the Joyous Bodhisattva.


Fang Yang had originally planned to endow them with peach blossoms upon their buttocks, for after all, these two women seemed to enjoy just that.


But in the end, he bestowed upon them two orchids instead.


They seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet they exuded a rich, subtle fragrance.


Chapter 201: Why Does My Chest Still Feel So Uncomfortable?_2