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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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Even the meridians within my body began to flow in reverse and fell into chaos, and I had no idea when I would fully recover. My whole being had suffered greatly, violently tormented in the process.

Rustling...

The spring water continued to ripple, and Xiao Rongxue let out a slight breath, forcibly erasing the panicked images from her mind.

But she quickly realized the difficulty of doing so was simply too high. Those images, being too stimulating and intense, were directly imprinted deep within her Dao heart and were not so easily erased.

She wasted a good deal of time, a fine layer of sweat appearing on her body, yet she still couldn't erase those images in the slightest; instead, they became even clearer.

It was as if she had relived it all again, her body burning up, soaking in the spring water, her long jade legs clad in black, tightly pressed together—and then, she exhaled another murky breath, seeming much more helpless.

"I've lost..."