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

Autumn was in full swing, the night cloaked in a dance of shadows.


The ginkgo trees within the palace had long since shed their leaves.


The Empress Dowager, draped in a garment thin as mist, her skin a match for frost and snow as if made from congealed cream.


Those eyes, like a spring's waters, cast a faint ripple, seemingly with hooks that could ensnare the soul and reel it in.


The palace was a picture of serenity, the maids all expelled by her command, with only one girl in close attendance by her side.


Knelt before her, she asked in a hushed voice.


"Empress Dowager, will the Demon Lord truly come tonight? If he doesn't, wouldn't all our preparations be in vain?"


With a coquettish smile that could warm the chill of the night, the Empress Dowager reassured.


Chapter 231: Empress Jealousy Seizes the Demon Lord?_1