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

Memories were vivid, blurring the lines between dreams and reality.


She continuously reminisced about the past.


For some reason, there was a pain in her heart, a heavy, stifling sensation, as if something was about to happen.


Then, she felt a pair of large hands roaming over her body, so scorching and warm that she was enveloped in their heat without realizing it.


It was as if warm streams were flowing endlessly.


And the pain in her head also started to weaken.


Time passed, and moonlight poured down like water, shining through the western window, enhancing the mottled beauty of the bamboo outside, filled with a wondrous charm.


Suddenly, Ye Qinghong slowly opened her eyes, her clear gaze slightly bewildered.


Teardrops slid down her cheeks, falling unconsciously onto the bed.


She was expressionless, her pupils reflecting confusion, not knowing what had happened, nor understanding why she was crying.


Chapter 204: Ye Qinghong's Suspicions About Hua Lianyue_1