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

Jade Lake spans thousands of acres, its azure waves gently undulating.


Gusts of autumn wind swept down from the heavens, brushing the surface of the lake, stirring up ripples upon ripples.


The Empress, dressed in her palace attire, was expressionless, her brow marked with a spot of cinnabar, her cold eyes sharp as blades.


She was waiting for the arrival of the Demon Lord.


As the lake waters flowed, another pleasure barge reached their location. The Empress's face abruptly changed, a majestic aura emanating from her being, enveloping the approaching barge.


She was the great ruler of the Tang Empire, her word was as heavy as nine tripods, no one dared to defy her.


Just moments ago, she had ordered everyone to leave, yet a barge dared to drift in her direction, a challenge to her, the greatest of challenges.


With a flick of her sleeve, she produced a crisp sound.


Chapter 221: Empress Dowager: You're Not as Impressive as Me!_1