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

And yet, even if the Empress truly felt nothing for the Demon Lord?


But, alone together, a man and a woman, are like dry tinder to a raging flame.


Moreover, the postures they adopted in their cultivation were so preposterous, so ludicrous.


Even if they did not ignite now, they would certainly catch fire in the future, a great and uncontrollable blaze.


With this thought in mind, the mockery in her eyes grew even more intense.


"Empress, you may deceive me, but don't deceive yourself. Are you certain you won't develop feelings of adoration towards the Demon Lord? Certain you won't seduce him? Sometimes, one shouldn't be overly confident," she said.


"I am certain! I am the Empress, sweeping across the world, suppressing the Eight Desolates; I will never be swayed by love and affection. This is my oath!"


The Empress's eyebrows shot up; her imperial robe fluttered about, her eyes brimming with confidence, she was the picture of unbowed determination.


Chapter 287: Are You Such a Wanton Empress?_4