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

Moonlight spread, and a gentle breeze approached.


By the tranquil waters of the lake, the servant girl's eyes were filled with bashfulness, letting the misty haze envelope her youthfully inexperienced body.


She looked at the White Snow Lion Cat with anticipation, haziness, and even more so, nervousness.


So unscrupulous, at this moment, he felt that every woman by his side was so calculating.


He originally thought the servant girl was the only obedient one, but now it seemed, she had become somewhat dishonest as well.


The night was so serene, perhaps seeing that the White Snow Lion Cat remained silent, Ling'er heaved a sigh, and her bright almond eyes quickly dimmed.


Squatting down, she embraced the lion cat in her arms.


The faint scent of a maiden, refreshing and penetrating, made one calm down unconsciously.


Chapter 210: Ye Qinghong: Master, I am very unwilling!_1