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 mirror, formed of condensed water, was quietly floating, emitting a faint glow, and small ripples.


At the dressing table, Chu Lian'er, the foremost Oiran in the world, sat with lips tightly pressed and cheeks flushed with shame.


Her arms, fairer than frost and snow, gently encircled Fang Yang's neck, and her jade-like legs were wrapped around his waist.


The two were tightly pressed against each other, perhaps in a posture that was too seductive, too absurd. Chu Lian'er leaned lightly on Fang Yang's shoulder, not even daring to lift her head, occasionally sneaking peeks at the mirror. Seeing her reflection so charming and enchanting, she became even more shy, unsure what to do.


She could only watch, with eyes wide open, as the Demon Lord remained expressionless, with layers of black flames burning on his large palms.


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