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 Chang'an, within this imperial palace, what harm can befall me?"


"True to form, big sister, you're truly domineering."


The Empress Dowager spoke softly, emerging from the hot spring amid a pattering sound.


Skin whiter than snow, droplets cascading.


The graceful curves became even more beautiful the longer one looked.


Then, with a twist of her waist, she stepped slowly toward her elder sister. Those rippling eyes gazed at her sibling and she sighed as she spoke.


"Big sister's figure is something I can hardly match, but you just don't know how to dress up. If only you would apply some rouge, dust on some powder, and wear these black silk stockings of mine, you would definitely attract the Demon Lord and make his affection for you grow deep."


With that, she sighed, sat back down next to the hot spring and produced a pair of black silk stockings in her hand.


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