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

It seemed as if the entire night sky had been obscured, and then, forcefully pulling along the demon, she directly flew into Ganlu Palace.


The lights flickered, and after the two figures entered Ganlu Palace, they directly landed on the cold jade bed.


The Empress bit her lips tightly, the dragon energy inside her going wild with growth, while Fang Yang's body also gradually produced a stream of dragon energy. The two energies merged gradually, emitting a misty aura.


Reuniting after a long time apart, the Empress couldn't help but snort heavily, her mind flashing with those absurd movements.


For the past five days, she had looked down upon these movements, but they had long since been engraved deep in her heart, indelible and hard to erase.


Now, with fingers forming seals, her figure slightly swayed, and she naturally performed those movements.


Fang Yang's motions were somewhat slow, and she even proactively helped Fang Yang make corrections.


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