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

Atop Mount Xianglu, the scenery was picturesque, with leaves falling in profusion. But between the expanses of the Gallery of Shili, the view was even more exquisitely beautiful.


The endlessly dancing fallen leaves and the withered vines—everything was like a painting that beckoned one to immerse themselves and be astounded by its beauty.


At this moment, however, Qiu Yuan Dai's brows were tightly furrowed, an absent-minded look on her face, clearly not focusing on the scenery. Instead, her brows creased, and waves rippled in her cool and clear eyes as she cast her gaze upon Wen Chanyi.


She had just used the Forbidden Technique to sense Wen Chanyi's Divine Soul, so she knew everything the other said was true, without a trace of falsehood.


This Demon Consort, her own subordinate, indeed had some tendencies towards masochism, and quite perverse ones at that.


Chapter 370: The rougher and harder, the more pleasure!