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

Nightfall had set in, wrapping the deep waters in shadow. The Stygian River slowly streamed on, now having overtaken the entirety of Jade Lake.


The water of Jade Lake turned pitch black, once again revealing the souls and numerous giant corpses that floated and sank in the river, emitting a chilling aura.


Aboard that painted pleasure boat, Wen Chanyi continued to revive, the lantern in her hand growing ever brighter.


Clad in an opera robe that glimmered softly, her slender waist just so, she sat on the ground, her buttocks perked.


Her eyes, slightly suggestive and alluring, exuded waves of charm, much to the satisfaction of the enormous spirit, who stared at Wen Chanyi, at his beloved consort.


He waited for his consort to awaken, for then she would surely throw herself into his arms, eagerly anticipating his resurrection and emergence from the forbidden land.


Yes, it had to be this way; only then would she be worthy of his charm, his dominance.


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