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

Lamp light flickered, and tears of crimson trickled down.


The Empress, who had always been unrivalled in her authority, was now lying in Fang Yang's arms, biting down on her teeth. Her graceful figure was clad in a black, high-slit dress made of heavenly silkworm silk, tightly wrapping her body.


It made her appear both icy cold and enticing.


Especially now, as the tumult of dragon energy within her surged, flushes of redness appeared on her cheeks.


Her eyes, deep and hazy, were fixed on Fang Yang, filled with hate.


The damned Demon Lord — he truly had abominable intentions!


She could never have imagined that the mighty Demon Lord would stoop so low as to poison her, causing her to faint.


Could it be that he was so bold he intended to carry out his designs on her here in Ganlu Palace, within the imperial confines?


The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, the more her heart surged.


Chapter 239: The Empress's Whimper_1