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 rippling, alive with the breath of spring.


At this moment, within this painting boat, Wen Chanyi bit her vermilion lip, her heart incessantly fantasizing about the myriad scenes entangled with the Demon Lord.


She was helplessly drawn to the Demon Lord's irresistible charm, which had reached a level beyond any resistance.


Even though she had previously been a devoted consort to the Demon Master, when she truly felt the Demon Lord's broad palms and the unforgettable, myriad ways he humiliated her—


She still couldn't help but fall into the depths of hell, utterly unable to extricate herself.


Especially just now, with the Demon Master before her, her heart incessantly echoed with visions of the Demon Lord embracing her amid a blood rain.


Despite feeling panicked, guilty, and frightened that the Demon Master would notice, the thrill was incomparable, making her still tremble slightly even now.


Chapter 361: Conquering the Demon Lord, Kneeling and Begging for the Demon Lord's Abuse!_1