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 shrouded in darkness, stirring ripples upon ripples, everything was so peaceful, yet at this moment, the footsteps outside Ganlu Palace seemed particularly grating.


Within the palace, the Empress's face was as delicate as peach blossoms, her lips tightly bitten as she endured the pain from the interlacing of two finger techniques.


She circulated her cultivation technique on the side, allowing the two dragon energies to merge and entangle with each other.


In the midst of pain and pleasure, she suddenly heard footsteps, her pupils shrank, her face revealing an unusual shade of panic, as if caught in an act of adultery.


This emotion was unparalleled for her, filling her with shame and anger, but she quickly suppressed it.


Taking a deep breath, she regained her usual indifferent demeanor and coldly spoke.


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