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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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Chapter 39: You Are Not the Queen! (Please Follow)_1

In the dimly lit great hall, Fang Yang's body stiffened, and alarms blared in his heart.

Suddenly, he had an extra Demon Lord card in his hand.

Who was it?

Why would someone sneak into his bed?

It was well-known that the Demon Lord's bedroom was forbidden territory within the demonic sect, and all disciples should be aware of this.

Such a serious mistake shouldn't have been made.

Could it be...the princess consort?

Yes, that must be it!

Earlier in the day, he had signaled her with his eyes at the top floor of the Demon Lord's pavilion, indicating that he would visit her at the Wutong Courtyard tonight, and she had hurried back to make the bed.

But because of a physical ailment, he stood her up and hadn't yet managed to communicate the excuse to her.

Therefore, the princess consort, unable to wait at home any longer, came directly to the bedroom and his bed.

Reasonable! Quite reasonable!

It's only that...

He truly was willing but powerless.