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My Female Disciples All Have Sinister Intentions

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...

Lady Qiao in Spring · Eastern
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393: Exposed, Hang the Lust Slave for Punishment!_2

Biting her lips tightly, she suddenly felt uncertain, not knowing what to do.

However, Fang Yang just smiled indifferently and turned his gaze to Wen Chanyi. Looking at the distressed figure before him, without any hesitation, he waved his hand once more.

Slap!

Another crisp sound.

A shocking red mark appeared on Wen Chanyi's graceful buttocks, causing her to moan softly, and tears flowed once again.

"Demon... Demon Lord, this servant dares not, truly dares not..."

The lowly voice, nearly begging pitifully, could not have been more sorrowful or more full of despair.

But Fang Yang's face remained expressionless, like a punisher continuously punishing Wen Chanyi. The aura he emitted made one's hair stand on end and spine chill, invoking genuine terror.

His gaze, however, was fixed on Wen Chanyi, watching as the favorability above her head changed constantly.

Seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-five...

Climbing steadily.