The tide rises over the blue sea, and the jade flute plays.

After days of anticipation, Huang Rong finally returned. Overjoyed to be back in her familiar surroundings, she cried out, "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 strange mix of emotions welled up inside him.

To prevent his daughter and Guo Jing from having secret rendezvous, and to prevent Guo Jing from stealing away his beautiful daughter, Huang Yaoshi locked Huang Rong 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 be transported back 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 dinner, he seemed like a different person. He abandoned his usual aloofness and returned to the tenderness he once felt for Feng Heng. He came to Huang Rong's bedside, placed the carefully prepared meal on the table, brushed the stray strands of hair from Huang Rong's pretty face, gently released her pressure points, and said softly, "Rong'er, let's eat."

Relieved of 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 bed was empty. Still not appeased, she went to the table beside her, 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. 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, she was surprised to find herself so important to her father, and 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 softening at this moment, so she wanted to take the opportunity to beg him to agree to her marriage with Guo Jing. She said softly, "Father, it's not that fun outside. After I marry Brother Jing, I'll stay on Peach Blossom Island with you, okay?" How could Huang Yaoshi bear to give his daughter to someone else? Hearing about marriage and Guo Jing, Huang Yaoshi was 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'll 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 always obeyed her, and the mischievous Huang Rong certainly 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 Rising Tide 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. Overwhelmed with emotion, Huang Yaoshi threw down his flute, rushed over, and embraced Huang Rong tightly. After the embrace, Huang Yaoshi held Huang Rong in his arms and slowly walked towards the bedside.

Huang Rong looked at Huang Yaoshi with deep, sweet affection, yet she didn't resist, which was quite strange. It turned out that when she came over, she had been following 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, experiencing 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 too engrossed and focused, also unable to extricate himself from his own music. A reenactment of love was 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 'Song of the Azure Sea' 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."

With tacit consent, Huang Yaoshi slowly moved to Huang Rong's waist and gently untied her skirt. He removed her nightgown, revealing her girlish and adorable bodice. The white bodice was embroidered with a few blooming peach blossoms. Removing the bodice further revealed her 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 was slowly blooming. At first, only a white bud was visible, gradually revealing some red petals. As her legs parted further, the stamen slowly emerged. A perfect peach blossom had finally bloomed, ready for her father's admiration.

Huang Yaoshi reached out and stroked Huang Rong's peach blossom, feeling the sparse, soft, fine yellow hair. He felt an indescribable joy, yet also a vague sense of something unusual; he remembered it wasn't like this before.

Huang Yaoshi said affectionately to Huang Rong, "String and wind instruments are ultimately soulless things, unable to produce passionate melodies. Now, I will use your honey hole 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 honey hole and reached out to grasp her breasts. Huang Yaoshi gathered his inner energy and blew into her honey hole. Huang Rong felt a jolt throughout her body, a current-like pleasure spreading through her. The airflow pressed against Huang Rong's hymen, causing it to vibrate and produce beautiful music: its timbre sweet, its texture rich, and its penetration strong, directly arousing one's heart. Huang Yaoshi blew eight notes in succession, exclaiming happily, "Indeed, a fine instrument. Let's change positions and compose the whole piece."

Huang Yaoshi quickly took off his clothes and, in a 69 position, held Huang Rong upside down while standing. Huang Rong's legs were on top, her head below, like a large jade flute hanging from 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 male organ 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 jade breasts with both hands, slowly lifting Huang Rong up. Huang Rong's face slowly left Huang Yaoshi's crotch, but her gaze was still affectionately looking at Huang Yaoshi's erect male organ, seemingly unwilling to leave. The two slowly changed from the 69 position to a figure-seven position, Huang Rong's vulva still tightly pressed against Huang Yaoshi's mouth.

Huang Yaoshi supported Huang Rong's full breasts with one hand and caressed Huang Rong's tender waist with the other, like a master musician carefully cherishing a fine instrument. Huang Yaoshi cradled Huang Rong's delicate body in his hands and began to sway, preparing for this exquisite performance. Although he was supporting a person, Huang Yaoshi's martial arts skills made it as easy and agile as holding a bamboo flute. Huang Rong's body swayed, her hair fluttering, exuding unparalleled charm.

Huang Yaoshi slowly gathered his inner energy and gently blew it into Huang Rong's honeyed orifice. The "flute" emitted a soft melody, like the gentle lapping of waves on a calm beach on a full moon night. Huang Rong trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan, like a seagull skimming low over the sea, uttering a joyful cry.

After a brief silence, Huang Yaoshi slowly stopped blowing and took a deep breath. Huang Rong's hymen slowly 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. She breathed softly, a delicate gasp that, in the midst of the stillness, left behind an alluring anticipation. Like a young girl eagerly awaiting the arrival of her "tide-rider,"

Huang Yaoshi, with renewed vigor, continued to tease Huang Rong's honeypot, this time with greater speed and force. Huang Rong's honeypot vibrated, the sound like a distant, rushing wave. Unable to withstand the stimulation, Huang Rong let out soft moans, like a young girl seeing her "tide-rider" appear, her joyful cries filled with delight.

Huang Yaoshi's blowing intensified, Huang Rong's hymen trembled faster, producing the sound of rolling waves. Huang Rong's pleasure was constant, her moans echoing. It evoked the image of a young girl playing joyfully with a tide-rider amidst the waves.

Huang Yaoshi swayed Huang Rong's body as he blow, like a tide-rider embracing a young girl, enjoying passion on the waves.

A spring tide began to rise within Huang Rong's honeypot, the spring water accumulating more and more. To prevent the spring water from leaking out, Huang Yaoshi slowly lowered his hands that were supporting Huang Rong, and Huang Rong's face slowly moved closer to Huang Yaoshi's crotch. Huang Rong reached out and grabbed her father's erect penis, using it to support her delicate body hanging upside down on him.

Huang Yaoshi played the flute passionately, the music growing increasingly intoxicating. The tide inside Huang Rong's vagina 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, the music becoming deeper, more lingering, and more melodious.

Huang Yaoshi's true energy poured in stronger and stronger, the hymen rapidly rippled, stirring up waves of spring water that slapped against the honeyed orifice like powerful waves crashing against the shore. Huang Rong screamed continuously, one could imagine the young girl being teased and satisfied by the waves in the sea.

Huang Rong screamed, her mouth agape, when suddenly Huang Yaoshi pressed down hard on the back of her head. Her breasts slammed against his abdomen with a loud thud, and her scream abruptly stopped. Upon closer inspection, Huang Rong's body was pressed tightly against her father's in a 69 position. Huang Yaoshi's enormous penis was deeply inserted into his daughter's tender throat. The sounds of whistling and moaning continued, but the girl's soft moans were no longer heard, leading one to wonder if she had been driven unconscious by the playboy's actions.

Huang Yaoshi's thrusts grew stronger, his hips pumping in and out of his daughter's mouth and throat with resounding slapping sounds. After several thrusts, Huang Rong finally got a chance to catch her breath, slowly releasing her father's penis from her mouth. She gasped for air, as if both resentful and savoring the moment.

Adjusting her breathing, Huang Rong couldn't resist bringing her mouth back to her father's penis. She slowly sucked, beginning to try and insert his penis deep into her throat.

Huang Yaoshi pressed Huang Rong's head down and began a more vigorous thrusting session. The thrusting grew increasingly rapid, in sync with the rhythm of the "Tide Song." The sounds of their bodies colliding, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes light, sometimes heavy

, provided a beautiful rhythm for this intoxicating melody. Finally, Huang Rong's body trembled violently, as if the earth were collapsing and mountains were splitting; her "blue sea" suddenly erupted with huge waves, like a tsunami. The waves 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 waves; he thrust even more vigorously, seemingly trying to outdo the layers of the ocean.

Huang Rong's waves surged one after another, her body trembling even more violently, convulsing in waves. Her jade legs, which had been 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 her 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. He pressed his daughter's head firmly down, plunging his penis deep into her tender throat. A continuous stream of semen gushed into Huang Rong's throat, filling her sweet stomach. Perhaps this was the best meal her father had ever prepared for her, but Huang Rong had already fainted and couldn't savor it.

Huang Yaoshi laid 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 stomach couldn't hold so much of her father's essence.

[The End]

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