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

The night was enchanting, veiled in a misty haze.


In the hot spring, the Empress Dowager was embraced by the Demon Lord, her face blushing like peach blossoms, nearly dripping blood, her eyes full of excitement and struggle.


It was an illusion technique Fang Yang had just extracted, capable of plunging one into their most primal impulses, arousing the desires within, and trapping them in the tumultuous earthly dust, from which they couldn't extricate themselves.


Simply put, it was an advanced version of the "Deity's Touch," against which ordinary people stood no chance.


Additionally, Fang Yang was handsome, and he had also infused the aura of Xuantian Strategy into the Empress Dowager's body.


This made the Empress Dowager ultimately unable to suppress herself.


She looked at Fang Yang's eyes, dizzied and almost trembling, as she lightly traced her finger.


The wet, nearly transparent muslin gown then slowly slid off.


Chapter 235: The Empress Dowager's Complete Devotion_1