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

The drizzle was hazy, bringing tranquility and a clear chill to Chang'an.


The imperial palace was not too close to the places where the commoners gathered, hence the flying carriage still needed to travel for a while.


And at this time, inside the flying carriage!


The Empress bit her lips hard, her cheeks flushed as she looked at the Demon Lord, who wore a half-smile. She felt angry and shy, but above all, she felt helpless.


She had intended to use the Formation and the Soul Locking Chains in the maple forest to control the demon lord.


And since he already knew about these, he thus wanted to give her a taste of hardship.


The two regarded it as a fair exchange, owing nothing to each other.


But, did she really have to massage the demon lord with that embarrassingly intimate part of herself?


Wouldn't she then become entirely the Demon Lord's woman, a plaything for his wanton pleasure?


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