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

With these thoughts in mind, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his gaze gradually turning icy. With a wave of his hand, a silk quilt fluttered into the air, conveniently shielding him and the Empress from view.


Indifferent by pretense, his demeanor composed, he took a light step forward. With a flash, he had already arrived behind the Empress and then, he gently wrapped his arms around her waist.


One, with skin as smooth as jade, blushing with layers of red, the other as profound as the abyss, the two embraced, their skins tightly pressed against each other.


And the very instant they touched, the Empress couldn't help but shudder, her skin burning hot, wishing she could slap him fiercely across the face, to send this devil flying with a single hit!


Chapter 243: The Empress Takes the Initiative? (Please Follow!)_2