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

In Pear Garden, petals fell like a shower of flowers.


Each pear blossom was so pure, so beautiful, that at this moment, they danced freely in the sky.


It was as if they had become a layer of hazy mist, and within the mist, Wen Chanyi bit her lip, her skin as beautiful as snow, tender as peach blossoms.


Under the terrible desire, her body trembled slightly, feeling wave upon wave of sensation, attacking her relentlessly.


Then, through the Demon Lord's disciple's divine sense, it was transmitted to a far, far away place.


At this moment, she was not quite clear about her feelings toward the Demon Lord.


But none of that mattered anymore. What she needed to do was to drag the Demon Lord's disciple down with her.


To make the Demon Lord and the disciple engage in something close to dual cultivation, such a forbidden love would surely drive the Demon Lord to madness and anger.


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