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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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Damn it!

The very thing he feared had come to pass; he had always wanted to keep this matter hidden, but now the Western Wasteland Demon Lord had grasped everything.

Using prohibitions, he took pictures of these scenes, and judging by the looks of it, while Fang Yang fought fiercely with the Demon Head, the other party might have been hiding nearby, secretly peeking. It was only because he was too consumed by anger that his mind was clouded, failing to detect that figure.

Crack!

Crack!

Grinding his teeth, time seemed to freeze for him. The mirror continued to flicker, and those images gradually became clearer. In the pictures, Qiu Yuan Dai's complexion was flushed with desire, her eyes brimming with intense emotion, tightly embracing Fang Yang. His burning hands were placed on her exquisite curves, wantonly defiling her.

And from deep within her throat, she let out a sticky moan.