The Hidden Charm of Huang Rong

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Chapter 1, The Song of the Rising Tide of the Azure Sea 1.1.Feng Heng's romantic allure is captured in the couplet, "Peach blossoms and cherry blossoms fall, a divine sword flies; the blue sea rises, a jade flute plays," a living testament to Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. This couplet is a reflection of Huang Yaoshi's talent; in just a few words, it not only depicts the beauty of Peach Blossom Island but also incorporates his lifelong martial arts prowess. However, this couplet conveys more than just this; hidden behind it lies Huang Yaoshi's romantic history. Feng Heng, a woman of unparalleled beauty, met the talented Huang Yaoshi, inevitably leading to a romantic tale. They were truly mutually attracted, their hearts in perfect harmony. In the instant their eyes met, they could weave a perfect deception, tricking him into revealing the second volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* and destroying the original. Talented women and beautiful women alike favor refined sentiments, even in matters of love and intimacy. Meanwhile, Huang Yaoshi, embracing the beautiful Feng Heng, was about to tear off her skirt to make his move when Feng Heng teased him, saying, "Brother Dongxie, please don't do this." Feng Heng straightened her skirt, walked to a peach tree, and said with a seductive smile, "You can take off my clothes if you want, but I have one condition: you are not allowed to touch me." Huang Yaoshi chuckled wickedly, "Aheng, do you want to undress yourself?" Feng Heng retorted, "I don't want to! Everyone says Brother Dongxie's martial arts are unparalleled. I wonder if you could use the 'Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm' to remove my clothes? That way, you can achieve your goal and improve your martial arts. However, I don't know any martial arts, so please don't hurt me." In truth, with Huang Yaoshi's internal strength, a single palm strike could easily peel off a layer of skin, let alone remove a skirt. But to do so without harming the beauty required considerable thought. When Huang Yaoshi created this martial art, how could he have imagined using it to remove a woman's clothes? Huang Yaoshi felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, and said helplessly, "Hengmei, stop fooling around, that's dangerous. Come here quickly." Feng Heng returned to Huang Yaoshi's side shyly, "If you don't want to play, then don't play. Don't blame me for not giving it to you... Or you can practice with peach blossoms first. If you can use the Falling Petal Divine Sword Palm to remove peach petals without damaging the branches and leaves, then you've succeeded." After Feng Heng finished speaking, seeing that Huang Yaoshi was speechless, she could only grumble, "Since brother doesn't agree, then forget it. But you're not allowed to try to take off my clothes again. It's getting dark. I've thought of a new dish. Let's go back and try it." Huang Yaoshi looked at the beauty beside him but couldn't enjoy her, and felt very bitter. He was a competitive person, and he was not willing to give up so easily. In the following nights, a dark figure appeared on Peach Blossom Island, vigorously exerting his power on the peach trees on the island. It turned out that Huang Yaoshi had been secretly practicing the "Falling Flower Sword Palm," a technique that could remove a woman's skirt without causing harm, all to win the heart of his beloved. With Huang Yaoshi's intelligence, he practiced diligently for several days and finally succeeded. The next day, he tried his best to conceal his joy, taking Feng Heng's hand and saying, "Heng-mei, the weather is beautiful today, let's go out and admire the peach blossoms." Feng Heng gave Huang Yaoshi a sly smile and said, "Where are there any peach blossoms left? These past few days, some madman has been targeting the peach blossoms, destroying them all on the island. Brother, do you know who did it? I will definitely not forgive him." In truth, the intelligent Feng Heng certainly knew who had done it; she was simply feigning ignorance. Huang Yaoshi was taken aback, but pretended not to know and said, "Really? Let's go out and take a look." Stepping out of the courtyard, Feng Heng ran among the peach trees, teasing Huang Yaoshi with her unique charm: "Look, these trees are all bare, just a few branches and leaves left, not a single flower left. How pitiful! If I knew which scoundrel did this, I'd never forgive him." Huang Yaoshi was no ordinary man. He devised a plan and chuckled to himself, "Isn't that tree next to you still full of peach blossoms?" As soon as he finished speaking, he gathered his inner energy and suddenly unleashed a palm strike at Feng Heng—the Falling Petal Divine Sword Palm, which he had been practicing diligently for the past few days. Feng Heng was about to turn her head when she suddenly felt a soft breeze lift her skirt, revealing glimpses of her alluring undergarments. She hurriedly covered her skirt, already guessing what had happened, but feigned surprise and cried out, "Brother Dongxie, what are you doing?" Huang Yaoshi swung his hands back and forth, the palm wind firmly circling around Feng Heng. Then, Huang Yaoshi opened his hands, and with a cry of "Ah!", Feng Heng's pink skirt was torn to shreds by the palm wind. The tattered pink skirt pieces danced in the wind, falling onto the peach tree like beautiful peach blossoms. The bare peach tree, which had just been bare except for branches and leaves, was instantly dotted with delicate pink blossoms, like thousands of flowers blooming. Huang Yaoshi smiled affectionately and walked towards Feng Heng: "Sister Heng, who said peach trees have no peach blossoms? Look how beautiful the peach blossoms on these peach trees are. And they will never wither." Feng Heng shyly covered her crotch with her hands, looking at her tattered skirt pieces hanging on the peach tree, like brightly blooming peach blossoms. Her heart was in turmoil, captivated by this uniquely romantic experience, and the usually clever and quick-witted girl was speechless. Huang Yaoshi picked up the naked Feng Heng, kissed her lips, and laughed, "Other peach trees are not beautiful without blossoms. But my peach tree, even without its flowers and leaves, is even more beautiful and alluring. Haha." Returning to the room, Huang Yaoshi gently placed Feng Heng on the bed. After admiring and playing with Feng Heng for a while, Huang Yaoshi wanted to undress and make love to her. Unexpectedly, Feng Heng playfully stopped him, "Brother, wait. At this moment, our passion is not yet strong, and our nectar is still lacking; it's not the best time. Brother, why don't you try a little harder, and when our nectar overflows, wouldn't that be even more delightful?" The beauty was indeed a beauty; even after such romantic teasing, her alluring honeyed orifice seemed unmoved, only slightly moist. Unlike those wanton men who were wet before undressing and ejaculated before being touched. Huang Yaoshi yielded to Feng Heng, pausing his undressing, and said, "Alright, let me turn your place into a vast ocean." He then prepared to touch Feng Heng's honeyed orifice, but was stopped by her again. Feng Heng said coyly, "Didn't we agree not to touch? That's too boring. Let's make a three-point agreement: before I'm aroused, we can't have physical contact; you must find a way to arouse me, to make me wet, and then I'll do whatever you want, okay?" Huang Yaoshi was speechless, unable to express his bitterness. However, he probably didn't care anymore, because he had completely become Feng Heng's captive. He tried to arouse Feng Heng, reciting several erotic poems, his own blood boiling, but Feng Heng showed no reaction, only a slight smile. Having received praise from all under heaven and witnessed countless temptations, Feng Heng was a beauty who had grown up in this way. How could her yearning heart be easily stirred by Huang Yaoshi? Feng Heng slowly said, "I memorized these poems you recited when I was a child. No matter how much you say, it's useless. Language can only convey a superficial and limited level of arousal. Why don't you try playing a tune, brother? A seductive melody might lead us into a seductive realm." Huang Yaoshi, disregarding his pride, picked up his jade flute and began to play Emperor Chen Houzhu's "Jade Tree Flower in the Rear Courtyard." Unexpectedly, Feng Heng simply smiled and said shyly in a low voice, "The 'Rear Courtyard Flower' is nothing special. How could it lead to the downfall of a country? Why don't you play 'The Song of the Azure Sea' for me, brother? See if it can make me feel a little wet, stir up a few ripples, or make waves crash against the shore." "The Song of the Azure Sea" was Huang Yaoshi's signature move. It sounded like a refined and elegant piece of music, but it was actually an extremely deadly martial art used when clashing internal energy. Now, his lover wanted him to play this very tune to flirt. Anyone else would have been furious. Imagine if his signature skill became known throughout the martial arts world as a means of flirting and courtship? What a disgrace! How could he ever face anyone again? But Huang Yaoshi was a man of deep affection and unwavering devotion. To please his lover, he had mastered the Falling Flower Sword Palm, capable of undressing without a trace. Now, to arouse her passion, he would play the seductive "Song of the Sea of Vagina." Huang Yaoshi picked up his jade flute, gently lifted Feng Heng, and carried her outside. He said tenderly, "My little darling, the music isn't very effective indoors. Let's go outside." Reaching the Sword Testing Pavilion, Huang Yaoshi laid Feng Heng down on the large Go board table, parted her jade-like legs, and saw the celestial pool waiting for him to unleash his power and set sail. Huang Yaoshi sat on the stone bench, gazing intently at the paradise between Feng Heng's legs. He slowly moved his flute to the tip and began to play his deeply arousing, erotic "Azure Sea Tide Song." In the past, he often played this song at dusk on the seashore, but the unfeeling sea could never appreciate the soul-stirring power of his voice. Now, however, the scene was different; the listener was that uniquely alluring honeyed orifice. Facing the honeyed orifice, the song rose, and spring warmth and flowers bloomed; as soon as the song ended, the distant tides rippled in the immortal pool; the song lingered, and the spring waters churned. The song and the beauty's moans intertwined, growing ever more joyful, until finally the spring tide burst its banks and surged forth. Huang Yaoshi tossed aside his flute, waved his hands, and with a surge of his inner energy, the spring water gushing from Feng Heng's honeyed orifice was gathered into a crystal ball. Huang Yaoshi's inner strength flowed continuously into that "spring water ball." Suddenly, the "Spring Water Ball" radiated colorful light, drawing in the peach petals scattered across Peach Blossom Island, creating a scene of countless peach blossoms fluttering in the air. Huang Yaoshi roared, and the "Spring Water Ball" instantly shattered into droplets of sweet dew, which adhered to the peach blossoms. Then, Huang Yaoshi moved his hands and feet, and the peach blossoms were bound together by Feng Heng's vaginal fluids, forming a beautiful flower bed.Huang Yaoshi, carrying Feng Heng, leaped onto the peach blossom bed. The bed slowly floated towards the sea, stopping on its surface. The bed swayed gently with the waves, and the people on it were even more aroused than the sea waves. Afterwards, the couplet "Peach blossoms and cherry blossoms fall, the divine sword flies; the blue sea rises, the jade flute plays" appeared on the Sword Testing Pavilion. Huang Yaoshi thus gained a name card that brought him joy and delight, and also had a beautiful and charming daughter, Huang Rong. Rong'er was a product of this romantic atmosphere, which also destined her for a life of passion and romance. The beautiful Rong'er arrived, but Feng Heng was gone. It's all Huang Yaoshi's fault for being so hasty; if he had presented her with the "Song of the Sea Tide" during Feng Heng's difficult childbirth, perhaps the world would have gained another beauty. 1.2.After Feng Heng's departure, Huang Yaoshi remained captivated by the tale of "Peach blossoms and cherry blossoms falling, a divine sword flying; the blue sea rising, a jade flute playing," visiting Feng Heng's tomb every night to play "The Blue Sea Rising Tide," neglecting the increasingly beautiful Rong'er. Only when the neglected Rong'er left Peach Blossom Island did Huang Yaoshi realize her importance in his heart, regretting his past mistreatment of her. In his daily anticipation, Huang Rong finally returned. Returning to her familiar surroundings, Huang Rong was overjoyed, shouting, "Father, Father, Rong'er is back!" Seeing the beautiful and lovely Huang Rong back by his side, Huang Yaoshi was overjoyed; but when he learned that she had brought back the simple-minded Guo Jing to marry, a different kind of feeling suddenly welled up in his heart. To prevent his daughter from having a secret rendezvous with Guo Jing, and to prevent Guo Jing from abducting his beautiful daughter, Huang Yaoshi kept Huang Rong locked in her room. Even then, he remained outside, silently watching over her. Through the thin gauze window, watching Huang Rong's graceful figure, Huang Yaoshi seemed to dream of returning to the time of Feng Heng, vaguely feeling that his daughter was the embodiment of his beloved wife, Feng Heng. That evening, when Huang Yaoshi brought Huang Rong her meal, he seemed like a different person. He abandoned his usual aloof elder's demeanor and rekindled the tenderness he once showed Feng Heng. He came to Huang Rong's bedside, placed the carefully prepared food, brushed the stray strands of hair from Huang Rong's face, gently released her pressure points, and said softly, "Rong'er, eat." Released from her pressure points, Huang Rong, like a fish in water, began to whine and fuss. She suddenly sat up, grabbed the sheets and pillows from the bed, and started throwing them on the floor. A moment later, the things on the bed were scattered on the floor. Still angry, she walked to the nearby table, intending to push away the food her father had brought. This was a meal that Huang Yaoshi had carefully prepared for his daughter. Since Feng Heng's death, Huang Yaoshi had rarely cooked, wasting his superb culinary skills. He believed that beauty was pleasing to the eye, but without a beautiful woman by his side, all the delicacies in the world were tasteless. Seeing the situation was turning against him, Huang Yaoshi quickly intervened. He grabbed Huang Rong's arms, pulling the unruly Rong'er close to his chest. Their eyes met, feeling each other's breath, and the previously defiant Huang Rong instantly became docile. Huang Yaoshi said gently, "Rong'er, it's all my fault. If you don't want to stay on Peach Blossom Island, I'm willing to go with you and travel the world together, seeing mountains and rivers. Let's go tomorrow, okay?" Huang Rong knew that since her mother's death, her father had stayed on Peach Blossom Island to protect her, rarely leaving. Years ago, Huang Rong had run away in a fit of pique because she resented her father's neglect. Now, realizing how important she was to her father, that he was willing to give up his beloved Peach Blossom Island for her, Huang Rong's heart softened instantly. Huang Rong was a clever woman; she knew her father was now in a soft spot, so she seized the opportunity to beg him to agree to her marriage with Guo Jing. She softly said, "Father, it's not very fun outside. After Jing-gege and I get married, I'll stay on Peach Blossom Island with you, okay?" How could Huang Yaoshi bear to give his daughter away to someone else? Hearing about marriage and Guo Jing, Huang Yaoshi was momentarily stunned, his face filled with disappointment, even despair. After a long silence, Huang Yaoshi stiffly released Huang Rong's hands, saying with a weary and sorrowful tone, "Do you really hate your father so much that you don't want to spend even a little more time with him?" Huang Yaoshi walked absentmindedly out of Huang Rong's room, lamenting to himself as he went, "It's all my fault for not cherishing you before. Now I want to be good to you, but I have no chance. I hope he can be better to you in the future." Hearing her father's heartbreaking words and watching his dejected figure as he left, Huang Rong felt a pang of heartache. She hadn't expected her father to have such a vulnerable side. She couldn't choose between her father and Guo Jing. One was the simple-minded Guo Jing, who obeyed her every word, and the mischievous Huang Rong had indeed found much joy in his company. Her father, Huang Yaoshi, was the man she had admired since childhood. He was a master of martial arts, but not a simple, crude warrior; he was talented, devoted, and loyal. As a child, she had envied her mother so much for having such a devoted husband, and she dreamed of finding a partner like her father in the future. But after leaving Peach Blossom Island and experiencing the world, she realized that men like her father were unique. Only then did she gradually come to like the honest and kind Guo Jing, who, though not as good as her father, was at least devoted and faithful to her. Frustrated, Huang Rong saw the exquisite food on the table. She secretly rejoiced that she hadn't thrown it away. Having been hungry all day, she couldn't resist eating. As she ate, she recalled her father teaching her to cook when she was little. At the time, she hadn't taken it seriously, only realizing how good her culinary skills were after leaving Peach Blossom Island. Huang Rong suddenly realized: her father's love for her was actually far better than that of other fathers and daughters; it was just that his love for her mother was deeper and heavier, and the contrast was so obvious that she had mistakenly thought her father didn't love her. The more she thought about it, the more she felt guilty towards her father. It was late at night, and Huang Rong, feeling guilty, undressed and went to bed. Meanwhile, Huang Yaoshi returned to his room and paced back and forth, as if at his wit's end, unable to find peace. When Feng Heng left him, he left Huang Rong to keep him company. Now, Huang Rong is also leaving him. Who knows the bitterness in his heart? Huang Yaoshi picked up his flute, his mind filled with the romantic tale of his past with Feng Heng: "Peach blossoms and cherry blossoms fall, the divine sword flies; the blue sea rises, the jade flute plays," echoing Huang Rong's graceful figure like a lotus flower. The flute's sound rose, its whistling notes embodying Huang Yaoshi's profound inner strength and his deep, unwavering affection, blending with his past romantic escapades. Since his flirtation with Feng Heng, performing a special version of "The Blue Sea Rising Tide," Huang Yaoshi had continuously improved the piece. The improved "The Blue Sea Rising Tide" had reached a state of perfect harmony between martial arts and emotion. Martial arts could attack the heart with inner strength, and emotion could confuse the mind with seduction. And when Huang Yaoshi played it in this sorrowful state of mind, it possessed an unprecedented power. The sound of the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) was ethereal and lingering, like a woman sighing, moaning, and then softly calling out. Zhou Botong, holed up in a cave on Peach Blossom Island, listened to the flute and focused on meditating, channeling his inner energy to resist the urge to play. However, the amorous and ambiguous whistling stirred up memories of his past affair with Ying Gu. He seemed to hear Ying Gu weeping and reciting: "Four looms, weaving mandarin ducks, yearning to fly together. Alas, before old age, hair turns white. Spring waves, green grass, in the depths of morning chill, facing each other, bathing in red robes." Lost in his reverie, he suddenly lost all his inner energy, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground. Guo Jing, beside him, was typically immature and didn't understand matters of love, failing to grasp the amorous undertones. His own considerable inner energy also prevented him from collapsing. Huang Rong, half-asleep, vaguely heard the music. Her breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed, her breasts hardened, and her private parts began to feel moist and itchy. Although she had heard this tune many times in her childhood and was familiar with its patterns, she hadn't understood its meaning then. Now, however, she was a young woman in the throes of first love, and being clever and quick-witted, she understood matters of the heart. How could she resist this ambiguous and affectionate whistling? She gradually drifted into a dream, dreaming of flirting with someone who resembled Guo Jing, but whose voice was as deep and magnetic as her father's. Whether he sounded more like Guo Jing or her father, Huang Rong couldn't say for sure. After a brief climax, Huang Rong slowly awoke. The wetness in her private parts told her it was just a dream. She felt a pang of regret that the dream was so short-lived. Recalling the man, his resemblance to Guo Jing, and the sound of her father, she felt a mixture of taboo and a desire to try something new. The whistling continued in her ears; Huang Rong knew it was her father playing it. Looking out the window at the candlelight shining from Huang Yaoshi's room, Huang Rong felt a pang of heartache. She sighed inwardly, "He's still awake so late. Father must be missing Mother again, and this time his longing is deeper and more intense than before. I should go and talk to him." Unbeknownst to Huang Rong, Huang Yaoshi not only missed Feng Heng but also loved Huang Rong, which explained his emotional whistling. Wearing her pajamas, Huang Rong didn't bother to comb her loose hair as she pushed open the door and headed towards Huang Yaoshi's room. Unconsciously, she walked slowly in the courtyard to the rhythm of the whistling, each footstep like a beat for a melody; her gait like a fairy dancing to the music. She kept imagining: how happy I would be if I were my mother. Reaching Huang Yaoshi's door, Huang Rong gently pushed it open and saw her father's haggard and deeply affectionate appearance, feeling a pang of heartache. Huang Yaoshi noticed the door open and a beautiful woman in a nightgown approached him. He was suddenly overjoyed. This was the person he knew best, the person he had longed for most. Huang Yaoshi trembled with happiness as he said, "Ah Heng, you're back! After you left, I practiced 'The Song of the Azure Sea' day and night, and tonight I've finally brought you back." Huang Yaoshi was so engrossed in playing the music that he became absorbed in it himself. At this moment, he couldn't distinguish whether the person before him was his daughter or his lover. Or perhaps, to him, they were both the same, already merged into one, indistinguishable. Huang Yaoshi excitedly threw down his flute, rushed over, and hugged Huang Rong tightly. After the embrace, Huang Yaoshi held Huang Rong in his arms and slowly walked towards the bed. Huang Rong looked at Huang Yaoshi with deep affection and sweetness, but didn't resist, which was quite strange. It turned out that when she came over earlier, she had followed the melody of "The Song of the Azure Sea," imagining what happiness it would be like to be her mother. She still thought she was in a fantasy, feeling her father's devoted love for her mother. She didn't know that she was not in a fantasy, but in the living reality. Huang Yaoshi was so engrossed in his music that he couldn't tear himself away. A remake of Love is about to unfold.Huang Yaoshi placed Huang Rong on the bed, stroking her face, and said, "Ah Heng, you've lost a lot of weight, but you're even more beautiful. Do you remember the 'Blue Sea Tide Song' I played for you that time? After you left, I kept refining the piece, and I thought of a completely new way to play it. Shall we play a duet later?" As he spoke, Huang Yaoshi's hand slowly moved down, caressing Huang Rong's breasts. Huang Rong shyly responded with a soft "Mmm." Having received her consent, Huang Yaoshi slowly moved to Huang Rong's waist, gently untying her skirt. He removed her nightgown, revealing a charming and adorable undergarment. The white undergarment was embroidered with several blooming peach blossoms. Removing the undergarment further revealed her tender, fair, and rosy skin. Huang Rong was now naked before her father, like a docile lamb, allowing him to enjoy her. Huang Yaoshi slowly parted Huang Rong's legs, and between them, a peach blossom slowly bloomed. At first, one could see the tender white bud, gradually revealing some red petals. Her legs parted wider and wider, the stamen slowly emerging. A perfect peach blossom finally bloomed, ready for her father to admire. Huang Yaoshi reached out and stroked Huang Rong's peach-red blossom, feeling the sparse, soft, fine yellow hairs. He felt an indescribable joy, yet also vaguely sensed something unusual; he remembered it wasn't like this before. Huang Yaoshi said affectionately to Huang Rong, "Stringed instruments are ultimately soulless things, unable to produce truly moving melodies. Now, I will use your honeyed cave instead of a flute; perhaps I can play a different 'Song of the Rising Tide of the Azure Sea.' Let's test the sound first." With that, Huang Yaoshi moved his mouth to Huang Rong's honeyed cave and reached out to grasp her breasts. Huang Yaoshi gathered his inner energy and blew on her honeyed cave. Huang Rong felt a jolt throughout her body, a current-like pleasure spreading through her entire being. The airflow pressed against Huang Rong's hymen, causing it to vibrate and produce a beautiful melody: its tone sweet, rich in texture, and penetrating, stirring the heart. Huang Yaoshi played eight notes in a row, exclaiming happily, "Truly a fine instrument! Let's change positions and compose the whole piece!" Huang Yaoshi quickly removed his clothes and, in a 69 position, held Huang Rong upside down. Huang Rong's legs were on top, her head below, like a large jade flute hanging on Huang Yaoshi's body: her legs hooked around Huang Yaoshi's neck; her vulva was directly opposite Huang Yaoshi's mouth; and her pretty face was pressed against Huang Yaoshi's crotch. Huang Rong's hands tightly gripped Huang Yaoshi's thick penis as a support, as if she wanted to put it into her mouth to taste. Huang Yaoshi's hands caressed Huang Rong's beautiful buttocks, then slowly moved to her slender waist, and finally placed on her chest. He cupped Huang Rong's breasts in his hands and slowly lifted her up. Huang Rong's face slowly moved away from Huang Yaoshi's crotch, but her gaze remained affectionately fixed on his erect penis, seemingly unwilling to leave. The two slowly shifted from a 69 position to a figure-seven, Huang Rong's vulva still pressed tightly against Huang Yaoshi's lips. Huang Yaoshi cradled Huang Rong's full breasts with one hand and caressed her tender waist with the other, like a master musician carefully tending to a fine instrument. Huang Yaoshi's hands, supporting Huang Rong's delicate body, began to sway, preparing for this exquisite performance. Although he was supporting a person, with Huang Yaoshi's martial arts skills, it was as easy and agile as holding a bamboo flute. Huang Rong's body swayed, her hair fluttering, incredibly alluring. Huang Yaoshi slowly gathered his inner energy and gently blew it into Huang Rong's vulva. The "flute" emitted a soft melody, like the gentle lapping of waves against the sand on a calm, moonlit beach. Huang Rong trembled slightly, letting out a soft, delicate moan, like a seagull skimming the sea, uttering a joyful cry. After a brief silence, Huang Yaoshi slowly stopped blowing and took a deep breath. Huang Rong's hymen gradually stopped trembling, the moan fading away, leaving a lingering sense of reluctance. Without the stimulation of the airflow, Huang Rong had a chance to catch her breath. Her soft gasp, perfectly timed within the stillness, created an alluring anticipation. It was like a young girl eagerly awaiting the arrival of her "tide-rider," hoping for his return. Gathering his strength, Huang Yaoshi continued to blow on Huang Rong's vulva, this time with greater speed and force. Huang Rong's vulva continued to vibrate, the sound like a rushing wave. Unable to withstand the stimulation, Huang Rong let out a soft moan, like a young girl seeing her "tide-rider" appear, her joyful exclamation filled with delight. Huang Yaoshi's blowing grew increasingly rapid, causing Huang Rong's hymen to tremble faster, producing a sound like rolling waves. Huang Rong experienced continuous pleasure, her moans incessant. It evoked the image of a young girl playing joyfully with surfers on the waves. Huang Yaoshi swayed Huang Rong's body as he blew, like a surfer embracing a young girl, reveling in passion atop the waves. A surge of spring tide rose within Huang Rong's honeyed depths, the spring water accumulating more and more. To prevent leakage, Huang Yaoshi slowly lowered his hands, which had been supporting Huang Rong, and Huang Rong's face gradually moved closer to his crotch. Huang Rong reached out and grasped her father's erect penis, using it to support her body as she hung upside down on him. Huang Yaoshi continued to blow passionately, the music growing increasingly intoxicating. The tide within Huang Rong's depths surged, gradually overflowing her hymen. The trembling of the hymen created ripples within Huang Rong's "sea of desire." The sound rose and fell, the blue sea swelled, and in an instant, the hymen was submerged in the spring water. The hymen trembled in the spring water, its sounds growing deeper, more lingering, and more melodious. Huang Yaoshi's inner energy intensified, causing the hymen to ripple rapidly, creating waves that crashed against her honeyed entrance like powerful waves crashing against the shore. Huang Rong screamed incessantly; one could imagine the girl being teased and ravaged by the waves. Huang Rong screamed, her mouth wide open, when suddenly Huang Yaoshi pressed down hard on the back of her head. Her breasts slammed against his abdomen, and with a sharp crack, her screams abruptly ceased. Upon closer inspection, Huang Rong's delicate body was pressed tightly against her father in a 69 position. Huang Yaoshi's enormous penis was deeply inserted into his daughter's tender throat. The sounds of screaming and waves continued, but the girl's moans were no longer heard, leading one to wonder if she had been driven unconscious by the waves. Huang Yaoshi's thrusts grew more forceful, his crotch relentlessly pumping in and out of his daughter's tender throat, producing a series of loud, slapping sounds. After several thrusts, Huang Rong finally caught her breath, slowly releasing her father's massive member from her mouth. She gasped, as if silently resenting yet savoring the moment. Adjusting her breathing, Huang Rong couldn't resist returning her mouth to her father's penis. She slowly sucked, beginning to try and insert his penis deep into her tender throat. Huang Yaoshi pressed Huang Rong's head down and began an even more vigorous thrusting session. With the rhythm of the "Tide Song," the thrusts grew increasingly rapid. The sounds of their bodies colliding, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, provided a beautiful rhythm for this intoxicating "Tide Song." Finally, Huang Rong's body trembled violently, as if the earth were collapsing, her "blue sea" suddenly erupting with a giant wave, like a tsunami. The wave surged into Huang Yaoshi's mouth, causing him to choke and quickly circulate his internal energy to regulate his breathing. Huang Yaoshi clearly wouldn't succumb to the surging waves; he blew even more wildly, seemingly trying to outdo the towering waves. Huang Rong's waves surged one after another, her delicate body trembling more violently, convulsing in waves. Her jade-like legs, wrapped around her father's neck, involuntarily parted and slid down. Huang Rong's body was immersed in climax. To prevent Huang Rong from slipping down, Huang Yaoshi held Huang Rong's slender waist tightly with both hands, his penis still thrusting in and out of his daughter's mouth. With rapid thrusting, Huang Yaoshi finally ejaculated. Huang Yaoshi pressed his daughter's head down, inserting his penis deep into the depths of her tender throat. A continuous stream of semen gushed into Huang Rong's throat, filling her fragrant stomach. Perhaps this was the best food her father had ever prepared for her, but unfortunately, Huang Rong had already fainted and couldn't savor it. Huang Yaoshi placed his daughter on the bed and withdrew his still-erect penis. A stream of semen flowed back from Huang Rong's mouth. Clearly, Huang Rong's small appetite couldn't accommodate so much of her father's essence. 1.3.After a brief moment of seduction, Huang Rong awoke from the illusion of the Chao Qu. Finding herself naked in bed, with her father also naked beside her, she was startled and quickly pulled the sheet to cover herself, crying out, "Father!" Huang Yaoshi hurriedly asked, "Ah Heng, what's wrong?" Huang Rong cried, "Father, it's me, Rong'er. It's me, Rong'er." Hearing "Father," hearing "Rong'er," Huang Yaoshi finally returned to reality from the Chao Qu. He was speechless. After a long silence, he slowly said, "Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought it was your mother returning..." Huang Rong wept and recounted, "Hearing you play the mournful 'Tide Song,' I came to see you. All the way here, I was captivated by the music, imagining myself as your mother, experiencing the sweetness of the whistling. I always thought I was just imagining things. Who knew it was all real..." Huang Yaoshi, upon hearing this, stood up blankly, sighing desolately, "Haha, I never imagined I would be so captivated by my own creation, the 'Tide Song,' bewitching myself and harming my daughter. Ah Heng, I'm so sorry..." With that, he walked naked out of the room towards Feng Heng's tomb. Huang Rong, still weeping, saw her father heading towards her mother's tomb. The clever girl suddenly sensed something was wrong: her father was probably contemplating suicide. Thinking of her father's suicidal thoughts, Huang Rong, without bothering to put on her clothes, hurriedly followed him, her delicate body still naked. Arriving at the tomb entrance, she saw her father about to open her mother's crystal coffin. She knew that her father wanted to take her mother on that little flower boat to be buried at sea. She cried out urgently, "Father, no!" Huang Yaoshi looked at his daughter and said stiffly, "Rong'er, Father is sorry for you, Father is sorry for your mother. You must live well. Father is going to join your mother." Huang Rong cried and pleaded, "Father, no! If you leave me like this, you will be even more sorry for me. How will you face Mother then?" After saying that, she quickly ran towards her father. When she was almost beside her father, Huang Rong deliberately twisted her ankle. She fell towards Huang Yaoshi, and just before falling to the ground, she quickly grabbed her father's leg. This was Huang Rong's trick. She knew she had to find a way to get her father out of this tomb, otherwise, given his personality, she would have a hard time stopping him from committing suicide. "Ah, Father. My foot hurts so much," Huang Rong said pitifully to her father in a coquettish voice. Huang Yaoshi ignored her. Huang Rong deliberately pretended to be in great pain and stood up, but after standing up a little, she deliberately fell down again. Huang Yaoshi finally felt a little sorry for her and wanted to reach out to help her up. But seeing his naked daughter wiping the semen from her lips, he recalled the scene of their earlier struggle. Feeling ashamed, he withdrew his hand. Huang Rong pleaded, "Father, I can't leave. Please carry me back to the room." Huang Yaoshi was conflicted and didn't answer. Huang Rong continued, "Father, hurry! If others see us naked here, how can we face anyone?" Huang Yaoshi coldly replied, "Kill anyone you see." "Father, hurry! I heard the Old Poison Master has also come to Peach Blossom Island," Huang Rong pleaded. Huang Yaoshi finally picked up Huang Rong and carried her out of the tomb. Huang Rong huddled in her father's arms, clearly feeling his rapid heartbeat. She gave him a flirtatious glance and chuckled, "Father, why is our heart beating so fast?" "When you're dead, it stops beating," Huang Yaoshi said calmly. "Father, please don't be like this. Rong'er doesn't resent you. Mother went because of me, I believe she won't blame you." Huang Rong gently persuaded him, only wanting to resolve her father's inner turmoil. Huang Rong thought: Father unconsciously had those things with me under the temptation of "Chao Qu," which is why he feels guilty. What if Father had done those things with me when he was sober? Knowing his character, he never regrets anything he does. That's right, if she could seduce Father into having feelings for her when he was sober, perhaps he wouldn't have tried to kill himself. So she made up her mind to seduce her father to eliminate his guilt. Huang Rong continued, "Father, Rong'er really still likes you. Not only are you highly skilled in martial arts, but you are also very talented. More importantly, your devotion and loyalty are unparalleled in the world. If you weren't my father, or if I were my mother, how wonderful that would be." "Rong'er, don't talk nonsense anymore." Huang Yaoshi stopped Huang Rong, but in truth, hearing his daughter say that she admired him so much, he still felt a little sweetness in his heart. Huang Yaoshi went to Huang Rong's room, intending to put her down. Unexpectedly, Huang Rong said, "Father, you've come to the wrong room. My clothes are still in your room. Quickly carry me to your room." Actually, Huang Yaoshi didn't want to put Huang Rong down either. Looking at Huang Rong's naked, alluring figure, he was truly captivated. She was becoming more and more like Ah Heng. Huang Yaoshi carried Huang Rong to his own room, placed her on the bed, picked up her undergarment and nightgown, and tossed them to her, saying, "Put them on quickly." Huang Rong said in a coquettish voice, "Father, please help me put them on; my feet hurt and I can't." Huang Yaoshi knew perfectly well that Huang Rong was strange. He wouldn't fall for it. He seemed to have returned to the way he used to playfully tease Huang Rong, sneering, "Your feet hurt, but your hands don't. Hurry up and put them on." The mischievous Huang Rong feigned anger, saying, "Fine, you won't help me dress, but you just want to see me a few more times. Go ahead and look, let Daddy see enough." Huang Yaoshi was furious. His daughter was saying he was obsessed with her naked body and that's why she didn't want to dress him—such a clever diversion! Huang Yaoshi stammered, "You...you..." In the end, he reluctantly gave in. To avoid skin contact, Huang Yaoshi didn't dress his daughter in underpants or a bodice, but simply draped a nightgown over her. It wasn't that he didn't love her beautiful body, but rather that he was bound by their father-daughter bond. Huang Rong saw through this too, and said sweetly, "Father, um, I haven't put on my underpants and bodice yet. Do you want to keep them? Then I'll give them to you." Huang Yaoshi was both amused and annoyed: "Nonsense!" Huang Rong deliberately spread her legs, and the "blue sea" that her father had just made so wet was so pink and alluring. Huang Rong said in a coquettish voice, "Then why don't you help me put them on? Your daughter is about to catch a cold."To avoid skin-to-skin contact, Huang Yaoshi didn't dress his daughter in underpants or a bodice, but instead draped a nightgown over her. It wasn't that he didn't love her beautiful body, but rather that he was bound by the bond between father and daughter. Huang Rong noticed this and said sweetly, "Father, um, I haven't put on my underpants or bodice yet. Are you trying to keep them? I'll give them to you then." Huang Yaoshi was both amused and annoyed: "Nonsense!" Huang Rong deliberately spread her legs, revealing her pubic area, which her father had just aroused, a tempting pink. Huang Rong said in a coquettish voice, "Then help me put them on. I'm getting cold."To avoid skin-to-skin contact, Huang Yaoshi didn't dress his daughter in underpants or a bodice, but instead draped a nightgown over her. It wasn't that he didn't love her beautiful body, but rather that he was bound by the bond between father and daughter. Huang Rong noticed this and said sweetly, "Father, um, I haven't put on my underpants or bodice yet. Are you trying to keep them? I'll give them to you then." Huang Yaoshi was both amused and annoyed: "Nonsense!" Huang Rong deliberately spread her legs, revealing her pubic area, which her father had just aroused, a tempting pink. Huang Rong said in a coquettish voice, "Then help me put them on. I'm getting cold."

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