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

Mist shrouded the cold waters, and the moon enshrouded the sands.


Within Xingqing Palace, Xiao Hongyu bit her lip, her gaze hazy, her body now clad in a complicated palace dress, perfectly concealing her tempting figure.


At this moment, she sat in the palace, surrounded by fragrant mists, dressing herself in front of a bronze mirror. The mirror reflected her enchanting, flawless beauty, almost without a single imperfection.


Time passed slowly, and her eyes were full of confusion as if contemplating something. On the dressing table, there also lay a portrait.


Tall and straight, his face expressionless, his eyes so cold and deep, they commanded awe—it was a portrait of Fang Yang, the Demon Lord.


Nowadays, many girls and women in the capital owned this portrait.


But none of their portraits captured the essence and life-like quality like Xiao Hongyu's did.


It was enough to while away the long nights.


237: Demon Lord: Empress, I am here to help you change clothes!_1