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 looked at her eldest senior sister with a feeling of guilt or perhaps, self-reproach.


After all, she knew her too well and was well aware of just how long the elder sister had been waiting for the bridal chamber candle night.


Yet now, she had offered herself to their master before her senior sister, which must tear at the elder sister's heart like a knife.


But if she were to offer their master to her senior sister right now, her own heart would also feel some reluctance.


She was willing to sacrifice everything for her elder sister and to give up everything.


Within the palace, Hua Lianyue bit her lips tightly, with eyes full of bitterness, shame, and sorrow, struggling to speak.


The air seemed to have become stagnant, as the sister disciples locked gazes.


Hua Lianyue's peach-blossom eyes rippled faintly, while Ye Qinghong's gaze was icy.


Chapter 357: You Sisters Serve Me Together_2