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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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Inside the White Jade Flyer, Fang Yang's robe was billowing, his black hair dancing wildly, his gaze deep, as he looked out beyond the craft, watching the endless autumn rain.

From beginning to end, his gaze never fell upon Situ Danyue, as if he didn't care at all for her answer.

The atmosphere gradually became more solemn, Situ Danyue pursed her lips tightly, her face pale, her eyes revealing a struggle, a mix of shame and rage.

Her earlobes were still slightly red, and her full and pert buttocks were sending waves of searing pain.

She even felt that on her skin, as smooth as mutton fat jade, there might already be a few finger marks.

And these, were all left by her master.

A son not taught is the father's fault; once a teacher, a lifetime a father.

These words seemed quite meaningful, an image of a righteous gentleman, but he had read too many classics on the subject over the years, and thus knew very well, some people have particular fetishes.