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

Her desires grew incessantly, soon pervading the depths of her heart, utterly indelible and impossible to suppress any longer.


Most crucially, the Demon Lord was right before her eyes, their skin tightly pressed together, the automatic allure of the dragon energy swirling like a vortex, continuously churning.


She bit her lip, struggling to hold on, but eventually she couldn't bear it any longer, trembling as she clung to the Demon Lord like an octopus.


The curvaceous arc of her body was cupped by the Demon Lord's hands, and she could even feel the heat radiating from them, burning like flames, as if, in the next moment, if she didn't tear his dragon robe to shreds, the dragon energy would burst forth uncontrollably.


And so, before the eyes of all present, the Empress buried her face into the Demon Lord's embrace.


Chapter 267: The Graceful Figure on the Dragon Throne_2