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

She was known for her heart as clear as ice, unfazed even if the sky fell, when had this demon ever stirred her heartstrings?


Indeed, a demon was a demon after all, most adept at using all kinds of strange and filthy tricks.


Even she had fallen into the hands of this demon.


The autumn wind was desolate, a breeze blew in through the windows of Ganlu Palace, influenced by this charming and romantic atmosphere, it seemed that even the wind became warm and ambiguous.


Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, his finger lightly traced a line, a gust of Sword Qi flashed by, grazing the waist of the Empress, and her high-slit silk skirt slowly unraveled.


Wafts of fragrance drifted over, and his fingers touched her skin.


In just an instant, the Empress's gaze became hazy, a faint bewilderment flitted through her beautiful eyes that she could not fully conceal.


Chapter 239: The Empress's Whimpers_2