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

"Miss Chu, what are you doing? Please, stand up first."


Chu Lian'er opened her eyes, her somewhat immature face still bore traces of tears, and she looked at Fang Yang with wide eyes filled with a hint of perplexity as if not quite clear on what the Demon Lord actually wanted to do.


Why hadn't he pounced on her like a starved tiger, just as she had imagined, but instead asked her to stand?


However, although she was somewhat puzzled and completely baffled,


she now had no other choice but to comply obediently with the Demon Lord, daring not to show any defiance, obediently climbing up from the bed.


She wore only a thin undergarment, shyly bowing her head, her body trembling slightly.


Then, she saw the Demon Lord move to the dressing table, giving her a smile and lightly tapping the table.


"Sit here, facing me. There's no need to be so tense,"


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