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

Inside the Star Picking Observatory, the breeze was sharp and piercing.


Gusts of wind blew wantonly, lifting the strands of Hua Lianyue's hair, softening her gaze tremendously.


"Second Senior Sister, at first, Junior Sister truly thought that her sacrifices were for Eldest Senior Sister, but after experiencing much more, she realized it wasn't the case. I do not like to lie, especially not in front of Senior Sister."


The spring water murmured, Hua Lianyue held up a tea cup, the tea inside was coarse, randomly picked by Mo Ke from the back mountain.


It looked unremarkable, even somewhat rough compared to those precious teas, yet it had a flavor all its own.


She took a gentle sip, the faint bitterness seemed to calm her inner turmoil.


This, how very like Second Senior Sister, because that's just how Mo Ke was,


"Not because of Eldest Senior Sister? Then... could it be because of Master?"


Chapter 252: Demon Lord: Good Disciple, Come and Serve Your Master!_1