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 Empress Dowager thinks too much, each has its own merits,"


"Last time, didn't the Empress Dowager want to drain my essence to enhance her strength? Now, I offer you this chance. Why not join this gathering... no, the cultivation conference, where the three of us can cultivate together. I will infuse the Empress Dowager with countless cultivation techniques, guaranteeing that her strength will soar, unforgettable."


The Empress Dowager's face instantly turned red, fiery hot, how could she not detect the insinuation in the Demon Lord's words?


Being from the celestial fox clan, she had cultivated bewitching techniques to a high degree.


Furthermore, having spent over a decade in the deep palace, she was already desperately craving.


The former emperor, aged and feeble, couldn't compare to the sturdy vigor of the Demon Lord.


And it was him who kept her propped up from behind, preventing her from collapsing outright.


Chapter 271: Empress Dowager, Empress Both Prostrate on the Dragon Chair? (Part 3)_2