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

A faint voice, yet it exploded in the hearts of the audience like a clap of thunder.


Before the courtiers could even suppress their stifled grief and indignation, Fang Yang suddenly stretched out his palm and gently circled the Empress's waist.


the unsuspecting Empress was pressed directly against him.


Their bodies tightly adhered to each other, Fang Yang could almost feel the Empress's scorching hot skin and alluring curves.


"Empress, your subject said you were about to wed me soon. Could it be that you have changed your mind and decided to completely submit to me?"


It was only then that the Empress finally came to her senses, overwhelmed by the masculine aura emanating from Fang Yang, she was dazed and panic-stricken. Even in the bleak autumn rain, her earlobes turned red, and her face was layered with flushes of crimson.


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