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

But now, the Demon Lord had been appearing less and less, and it seemed he no longer set foot in this courtyard, no longer met with his concubine, leaving her in dead silence.


The little maid sighed, sitting beside her mistress, the concubine, waiting for the Demon Lord.


Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with anticipation and longing.


She wanted to comfort her mistress, but she knew very well that the stubborn concubine would never admit to missing the Demon Lord, and that she was a very proud person.


Such pride had doomed the concubine to her current fate.


The autumn wind surged, the occasional gusts capriciously dancing about, plucking many maple leaves from the trees in the courtyard.


Under this carpet of fallen leaves, the concubine's gaze grew even more dim, while the little maid hugged her knees, staring expectantly at the Empress's palace.


The Demon Lord, it had been so very long since his last visit, even she was beginning to miss him.


Chapter 281: The Empress and the Demon Lord Bound Together!_2