Love and Hatred on the Lake and Sea, Chapters 1-8 (incomplete)

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In late autumn in Jiangnan, on the shore of Taihu Lake, an old man wearing a straw hat held a fishing rod, gazing intentionally or unintentionally at the lake, muttering to himself, "Seven years! This day has finally come!" Seven years ago, he was the leader of the Sixty-Four Strongholds of Taihu Lake. In the martial arts world, mentioning his name, "Water Tyrant" Zhao Quan, was enough to make anyone give way. Especially his signature move, "Crossing River Divine Fist," had claimed the lives of countless heroes.

Unexpectedly, ten years ago, a moment of kindness led him to take in the orphaned mother and son of his friend "Northern Bandit" on his deathbed, sowing the seeds of his own family's ruin and the massacre of his entire clan.

Ten years ago, Zhao Quan was only sixty years old, with countless wives and concubines. However, due to his excessive practice of martial arts, he had no particular desire for women. After taking in the Northern Bandit's wife and child, his wife, Jiang Fang, was exceptionally beautiful. Although she was over thirty, she was still stunningly beautiful. However, Zhao Quan, mindful of his friend's wife, had no intention of taking her for himself and treated her with utmost courtesy.

One day, Zhao Quan was passing through the inner room when he heard a woman's moans. He quickly pushed open the door and saw Jiang Fang lying naked on the bed. A small cloth cushioned her small, slightly upturned body, and her jade-like hands were gripping a gourd, forcefully thrusting it in and out of her pink vulva. Her juices flowed down the gourd and soaked half of the cloth.

Zhao Quan coughed lightly, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Jiang Fang. Jiang Fang was startled and quickly put on a long robe. Her face flushed red, and she said shyly, "I didn't know you were coming, brother. I really am..." As she spoke, she knelt down before Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan quickly helped her up, saying, "Brother, you were too impetuous. You didn't know your sister was... No! No!... It's..." He didn't know what to say for a moment, feeling that his hands were holding Jiang Fang's hands like soft persimmons, and he couldn't let go. As he helped her up, Jiang Fang's long robe was wide open, and her two peach-like breasts bounced open, and a fragrance of milk wafted towards him. Jiang Fang leaned against Zhao Quan's body.

"Brother Zhao, you're so naughty! You're going to fuck me no matter what!" Zhao Quan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt his long thing harden. He didn't care about chivalry anymore. He grabbed her with both hands and his penis went straight into Jiang Fang's breasts. Jiang Fang was like a parched land receiving rain. She sucked on it with her tongue and her fingertips kept gently rubbing Zhao Quan's testicles. Zhao Quan pressed his tongue against his palate and practiced his internal energy technique. His penis was as hard as iron. Jiang Fang couldn't help but sweat profusely and her vaginal fluids flowed freely. She looked half-pleading and used her hands to guide his penis into her. Zhao Quan thrust deeply, reaching her heart. Then he used his divine power and rotated it left and right. Jiang Fang felt a wave of pleasure rush into her brain and her vaginal fluids shot out. She could no longer close her legs.

After hundreds of rounds, Jiang Fang had lost count of how much she had ejaculated, while Zhao Quan remained as hard as ever. Jiang Fang recalled that even her deceased husband, the Northern Bandit, in his prime, hadn't possessed such ability. Thinking about it, she realized she had truly wasted her life. Zhao Quan picked up Jiang Fang, turned her around, and, his body weak from ejaculation, looked at her anus. He moistened his finger with saliva and slowly inserted his large penis. Jiang Fang cried out in pain, "Good brother! You've hurt your little sister..." "Don't be afraid! I know what I'm doing. This move is called 'Searching for the Snake'..." "You'll feel amazing in a moment..." Zhao Quan held Jiang Fang's slender waist with both hands, his penis sliding in and out of her anus. With each thrust, Jiang Fang felt a loosening in her intestines, a tingling and slightly itchy sensation spreading from her waist to her head and neck, then to her genitals. She felt a dizzying sensation, as if all 36,000 pores on her body were simultaneously exploding with energy. She turned her hands back and pressed them against Zhao Quan's buttocks, unwilling to let go. At this moment, Zhao Quan suddenly thrust, his hot semen shooting straight to his head. Jiang Fang shuddered, her whole body collapsing into a heap.

Zhao Quan pulled up his pants, looking at Jiang Fang's still-flowing semen, and suddenly thought of his deceased friend, feeling deeply ashamed. He said to Jiang Fang, "What happened today must not be repeated. Your reputation and my standing in the underworld are both important. This must not be told to anyone." Jiang Fang listened, looking at Zhao Quan with resentment, and could only silently nod.

After returning to his room, Zhao Quan vowed never to continue this ill-fated relationship, and instructed his steward, Old Zhang, to find a better house for Jiang Fang and her son to move in that very day.

Jiang Fang longed for Zhao Quan every night, especially in the dead of night when she dreamt that Zhao Quan's large penis was still rubbing against her deep inside. But when she woke up, there was no trace of him. Jiang Fang vowed that one day she would make sure Zhao Quan's family was destroyed. At

the age of 11, Jiang Fang's son, Jiang Shaobai, was also nearly eighteen. His martial arts skills were mediocre, but his handsome face made him popular. Shaobai had lived a life of luxury since childhood. Although Zhao Quan never visited, he was never short of money. So, despite his poor martial arts skills, his generosity earned him many friends among the wicked, especially Wang Ping, known as "The Flower Butterfly." Wang

Ping's martial arts skills were also poor, but he was skilled at using aphrodisiacs to seduce people. Shaobai used Wang Ping's aphrodisiacs to take the virginity of many innocent women in the neighborhood, and the two of them enjoyed it.

One day, the two met upstairs at the "Qunyingju" tavern by Taihu Lake. After three cups of millet wine, they began to indulge in lewd thoughts. Wang Ping said, "We've had our share of so-called 'good girls,' so the novelty has worn off. I'm thinking of my elder brother's widowed mother, living alone at home. It's pitiful. Why don't we accompany my brother to fulfill his filial duties, taking on the role of father?" Shao Bai glared at him and replied, "If it weren't for our brotherhood, you wouldn't be turning against me today. What woman can't you think of? Why are you thinking of my old mother?" Wang Ping chuckled lewdly, lowered his voice, and turned to the side. He said, "Isn't your mother a woman? Although she's over thirty, she still has her charm. By caring for her, you can not only fulfill your filial duty but also prevent her from living a lonely life. This is a win-win situation, Brother Shaobai, you should think about it!" Shaobai thought about it and realized it made sense. He had lost his father at a young age, and his mother was always looking sad at home. He remembered one night when he accidentally saw his mother vigorously rubbing her vulva with her hand. Although she had a quick release, he felt the same way about her sorrowful expression afterward. After Wang Ping mentioned it, he couldn't help but be moved.

"Brother Wang," said Shao Bai, "my mother hasn't had rain in a long time, and I'm afraid she's no longer capable of such things. Even with her own son, I think it would be difficult. Let's not bring this up again." Wang Ping then took out a jade bottle from his waist and laughed, "Brother Shao Bai, don't worry. This bottle contains the Great Spring Divine Water, reserved for the Emperor in the palace. Just one drop is enough to make a chaste and virtuous woman undress and automatically seek pleasure. Once is unfamiliar, twice is familiar, and later your mother might even ask for intercourse every day without needing a libation." Shao Bai, excited, accepted the divine water, and the two went downstairs to their home.

Entering the main hall, Shao Bai first brewed Pu'er tea, while Wang Ping helped add the divine water. The two carried the tea set into the inner room, where Jiang Fang was sitting alone.

Wang Ping immediately stepped forward, offered her a teacup, and invited her to drink. Jiang Fang, unsuspecting, drank it in one gulp and praised Wang Ping and Shao Bai for their thoughtfulness.

A moment later, Jiang Fang suddenly felt a surge of heat in her chest, which rushed straight to her lower body. Her vagina involuntarily began to flow with vaginal fluid. The two men before her seemed to transform into Zhao Quan, and her legs went weak, causing her to stumble forward. At this moment, Wang Ping quickly stepped forward to meet her, supporting her with both hands. Jiang Fang involuntarily knelt on the ground. Wang Ping unceremoniously pulled out his penis and pointed it at Jiang Fang. Jiang Fang could no longer restrain

herself and began to suck on his penis. Shao Bai then walked behind Jiang Fang, took out his dagger, and cut down her collar, revealing her snow-white back and slightly upturned buttocks. Shao Bai helped Jiang Fang cross her legs, clamping them around his waist, and thrust his large penis into her vagina. Jiang Fang, suspended in mid-air, naturally wrapped her arms around Wang Ping's waist, her breasts tightly sucking on his penis.

Jiang Fang was suddenly thrust into by Shao Bai, her legs naturally clamping together. Deep within her, her vaginal fluids flowed freely as the jade rod pounded against her. Thinking of Shao Bai's illicit desires, she felt a slight sense of shame, but the pleasure from the repeated thrusts of his penis overwhelmed all moral considerations. Wang Ping's penis was in Jiang Fang's mouth, enjoying the tingling pleasure of her tongue circling around it. His left hand lightly touched Jiang Fang's drooping, peach-pink nipples, causing her to moan involuntarily. The tingling, itchy sensation in her nipples... Shao
Bai knelt down, supporting Jiang Fang's lower body with his legs. His left hand reached towards Jiang Fang's clitoris, while simultaneously channeling his inner strength into his left middle finger, using an electric shock-like tremor to touch Jiang Fang's clitoris back and forth. Streams of lustful fluid gushed out, and Jiang Fang was close to her third orgasm. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Good son, Mom loves you to death!" Wang Ping's penis, numb and throbbing in Jiang Fang's mouth, couldn't help but tremble, and his semen shot straight into the depths of Jiang Fang's throat. At this moment, Shao Bai also accelerated his thrusting, and Jiang Fang swayed back and forth in coordination. Shao Bai suddenly stopped abruptly, pressed close to Jiang Fang's vagina, and shot a stream of hot semen into her flower core. Jiang Fang was stimulated by this and ejaculated again.

Shao Bai helped Jiang Fang back to bed. Jiang Fang, completely naked, shyly turned to the side of the bed. Wang Ping also said goodbye with satisfaction.

Jiang Fang looked at the youthful-looking Shao Bai and sighed, "You've ruined my life tonight. How am I supposed to go on living? I've been widowed for ten years, and now this is truly the end of my life." Shao Bai gently stroked Jiang Fang's long hair and replied, "Don't worry, Mother. Heaven, earth, you, and I know. This matter won't be heard from a second person. Mother is so beautiful; to live a life of widowhood is a waste of your youth. I know that Mother also has desires. After this, I will never mistreat Mother. If Mother wants anything, I will take on the role of a father to fulfill my filial duty. Please rest assured, Mother." Jiang Fang thought about it and it made sense. Mother and son living together in a secluded room, if no one knew, how could such a blissful life be anything but? Thinking of Shao Bai's vigor just now, her little hole couldn't help but flow with lustful fluids again. She couldn't help but lean towards Shao Bai, her slender little finger already rubbing back and forth on Shao Bai's glans.

Shao Bai's previously limp penis, stimulated by this, immediately became erect again. Jiang Fang lowered her head, her lips lightly taking his penis in her mouth, her tongue lingering around the sensitive spot. Shao Bai pressed down on Jiang Fang's head, his penis thrusting deep into her throat. The incestuous pleasure she felt at this moment was incomparable to that of ordinary village women and girls.

Suddenly, Jiang Fang stopped, her face serious and stern: "You must swear an oath to kill Wang Ping, and this matter must never be known to outsiders." Shao Bai obediently promised to do so. Jiang Fang lay flat on the bed, letting Shao Bai thrust his penis back and forth in her vagina to his heart's content. One had been craving desire for a long time, the other was young and vigorous; they made love dozens of times that night. From that night on, Shao Bai did not return to his room to sleep alone.

Early the next morning, Shao Bai took his ancestral sword and went to Wang Ping's house. He killed everyone he saw with a single stroke, and in no time, more than ten people, young and old, were all killed. Only Wang Ping remained silent and hid in the cellar under the bed.

Shao Bai searched high and low but found no one. Suddenly, a young girl returned from outside, carrying a candied hawthorn and calling out, "Dad, Xiaoyu is back!" He pushed open the door and saw more than ten corpses lying around. He was horrified and speechless. Shao Bai grabbed Xiaoyu tightly around the waist, holding her captive so she couldn't move. Shao Bai shouted, "Brother Wang, come out! If you wait any longer, you might not see your daughter again.

Look, Xiaoyu is quite pretty. Although she's inexperienced, I can teach her a lesson." Seeing that Wang Ping didn't come out, Shao Bai used a knife to tear open Xiaoyu's clothes from top to bottom, and lightly inserted his fingers into her smooth, hairless vulva. Xiaoyu cried out for her father in fright. Wang Ping heard this and, though filled with resentment, was ultimately afraid of death and dared not utter a sound.

Seeing this, Shao Bai resorted to an even more ruthless move. He took out the Great Spring Divine Water, held Xiaoyu's teeth open, and poured two drops into her mouth, while lewdly laughing: "Brother Wang, how effective was your Great Spring Divine Water on your daughter? I'll make you a ready-made father-in-law later, ha! ha! ha!" Although Xiaoyu was only twelve, the divine water was incredibly potent. Soon, Xiaoyu's face was flushed, her eyes alluring, her rosy cheeks pressed against Shao Bai's chest, and her virgin fluids flowed from her vulva. Shao Bai sat upright on the long bench in the hall, loosened his trousers, and his large penis sprang up. Xiaoyu felt an intense itch in her lower body and unconsciously straddled Shao Bai's thighs, her vulva facing his penis, and with a "plop," she sat down inside.

Although Xiaoyu felt a sharp pain, she couldn't move an inch away from his penis. Soon, with Shao Bai's rhythmic thrusting, she felt a tingling, incredibly pleasurable sensation. At this moment, Shao Bai used his internal energy to protect himself, his penis as hard as a rock, and with a forceful thrust, poor Xiaoyu's vagina instantly ruptured, bleeding profusely. Shao Bai, however, did not stop for a moment.

Xiaoyu knew the pain was unbearable, but under the torment of the divine water, she couldn't help but sway her lower body in response to Shaobai's movements... At this moment, Wang Ping could no longer endure it. Grabbing his longsword, he pushed open the secret door of the chamber and shouted, "I'll fight you to the death!" He thrust his sword forward, but Shaobai pushed Xiaoyu aside to block the attack. Wang Ping couldn't stop in time and could only watch helplessly as his daughter was pierced by his own sword. Seeing Xiaoyu's fear and sorrow in her dying moments, Wang Ping gritted his teeth and chased after Shaobai with another sword strike. Unfortunately, Wang Ping's skills were not refined enough, and his martial arts were too mediocre. How could he possibly defeat Shaobai's ancestral martial arts? Fortunately, because Shaobai usually indulged in wine and women, he had only mastered 20% of his ancestral skills. Therefore, for a time, the two fought to a standstill. But after a while, Wang Ping had no choice but to abandon his sword and kneel on the ground.

Shao Bai lunged forward, casually twirling his sword. Wang Ping screamed as his left arm snapped off. He glared at Shao Bai resentfully, saying, "I knew I had no chance of survival today, but we were brothers, why did you go so far as to kill me, even a young girl? Heaven has eyes, one day you'll get your retribution!" "Blame it on you for messing with my mother! How could Zhao Quan know about this? As for Xiao Yu? You forced her into it too. But thinking about it, she wasn't so bad. You're going to die!" Wang Ping sighed, whispering, "My fate today is also my fault for the evil I've committed. But we were brothers, and I'm not afraid to kill you. I'm just a young girl, not a young girl."

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