Adultery Lina - Young Massage Therapist Surrender to Desire

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Chapter 8: Prabas (Act 2)


Prabas felt a pang of sympathy for the young woman. He knew how much she loved her husband, and how much she wanted to start a family with him. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Lina," he said. "I wish there was something I could do."

Lina leaned into his touch, her head resting against his chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, and she found comfort in the warmth of his body. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, Prabas," she whispered.

Prabas could feel the softness of her body against his, and he felt a stirring of desire. He knew it was wrong to feel this way about Lina, but he couldn't help himself. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

Lina,” Prabas murmured, his voice low and thick with desire as his lips brushed against her ear. “You’re so beautiful”

Lina’s breath caught, her heart pounding as she felt the warmth of his body pressing against hers. She hadn’t planned for this—hadn’t even imagined it but the way he looked at her, the way his hands gently cupped her face, made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Wanted. Needed.

Prabas,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I don’t know if this is right.”

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing hers in a soft, tentative kiss. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice soothing. “We’re just two people who need comfort. Let me give that to you.”

Her resistance melted as their lips met again, this time with more urgency. His hands slid down to her shoulders, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Lina’s fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She could feel the hardness pressing against her thigh, and a shiver ran through her.

Now, in the dimly lit locked restroom, Prabas pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming over her body as they kissed. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, and soon it fell open, revealing the lace bra beneath. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her full breasts, the way they spilled over the cups of her bra.

“God, Lina,” he breathed, his hands moving to unhook her bra. “You’re stunning.”
She blushed, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but he gently pulled them away. “Don’t hide from me,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Let me see you.”

Her bra fell to the floor, and Prabas groaned at the sight of her bare breasts. They were full and heavy, the nipples already hard with arousal. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. Lina gasped, her head falling back against the wall as pleasure shot through her.

He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder as she moaned. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention.

“Prabas,” she whimpered, her hips arching toward him. “Please…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands moved to the waistband of her skirt, sliding it down her hips along with her panties. She stepped out of them, standing before him completely naked. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her soft skin.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of her.

Lina’s breath hitched as he spread her legs apart, his hands gripping her thighs. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders for support as he began to lick her in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips rocking against his face. “That feels so good…”

Prabas hummed against her, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine. His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of her wetness. He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Prabas, I’m going to...” Her words were cut off by a sharp cry as she came, her body trembling with pleasure.

He didn’t stop until she was spent, her legs shaking so badly she could barely stand. He stood up, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only made her want him more.

“Lina,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Would you… would you do something for me?”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and curious. “What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I’ve never… I’ve never been sucked before. Would you…?”
Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded slowly. “Yes,” she whispered.

He smiled gratefully, stepping back to remove his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Lina’s eyes widened at the sight of it. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch him.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly as she leaned in to take him into her mouth. He groaned loudly, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to suck him. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took him deeper, her lips tight around him.

“Oh God, Lina,” he moaned, his hips bucking slightly. “You’re amazing…”
She alternated between sucking him and using her breasts to stroke him, the sensation driving him wild. His moans grew louder, more desperate, and she could tell he was close.

“Lina,” he gasped trying to savor as long as he can. “I’m going to.....”
She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Don't hold back, Prabas," she said, her voice husky. "I want to feel you cum in my mouth."

He nodded, pushing himself back into her mouth as she increased the pace. His hands tightened in her hair as he came with a loud groan, his release filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her tongue lapping at him until he was completely spent.

He pulled her up into his arms, kissing her deeply as they both caught their breath. “Thank you,” he murmured against her lips. “That was… incredible.”

Lina smiled shyly, resting her head against his chest. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For making me feel… wanted.”

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Chapter 9: Prabas (Act 3)


The air in the restroom was thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant and the lingering warmth of Lina’s breath. She stood naked, her fair skin glistening faintly under the harsh fluorescent lights, her black hair cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall. Her curvy figure, accentuated by the tight clothes she now favored, was bared completely, her ample breasts with their protruding nipples rising and falling with her shallow breaths.

Prabas, the elderly bus driver, leaned against the sink, his weathered face flushed with desire, his pants still unbuttoned. His eyes, kind but clouded with longing, never left Lina’s body.

Lina had just finished giving him his first oral sex, her lips still tingling from the effort. She had done it reluctantly, her loyalty to Rahim warring with her growing need for physical release. Her husband’s erectile dysfunction and his personal battles had left her starved for intimacy, a void she was increasingly unable to ignore. Prabas, with his gentle demeanor and persistent advances, had become an outlet she both craved and despised.

Prabas cock lay half-hard against his thigh still hungry for her and when he caught her glancing down at it, he didn’t hesitate.

"Would you…?" His voice was rough, fingers brushing her lower lip as he tilted her chin up. "Please. Just one more time?"

Lina hesitated for only a heartbeat before nodding, sinking to her knees between his legs without another word. Her fingers wrapped around his softening length, stroking him slowly at first...her palm warm against his sensitive skin. She leaned forward, lips parting as she took him into her mouth with a soft mmmmpfh, hollowing her cheeks around him.

Prabas groaned, hips twitching upward instinctively as heat flooded back into him under her attention. "God...yes...just like that," he rasped, watching through hooded eyes as she worked him back to full hardness with wet, eager pulls as her tongue swirling around his tip every time she drew back.

Her breasts pressed against his thighs with each bob of her head, their weight swaying slightly beneath. Prabas couldn’t resist reaching down to cup one, kneading it until she arched into his touch with a muffled whimper around his cock.

"So good," he praised hoarsely,  his fingers pinching her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger until she gasped against him. "You take me so well."

Lina moaned in response with the vibration sending sparks up his spine and picked up her pace, her free hand sliding between her own thighs now as she pleasured herself in time with each suck.

But Prabas stopped her abruptly, his gnarled hand gently lifting her to her feet.

“No, Lina,” he said, his voice surprisingly tender. “I want more. I want you.” Her heart skipped a beat. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t betray Rahim.”

Prabas’s eyes softened further, but his grip on her waist tightened. “I can feel how wet you are.” he murmured. “Just let me feel you.”

Lina shook her head, her cheeks flushing. “I...I can’t.”

Instead, she lifted her breasts to his mouth, offering them as a compromise. Prabas hesitated, then leaned in, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking gently. Lina gasped, her head tilting back, her hands clutching his shoulders. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot through her, making her forget, if only for a moment, the weight of her guilt.

But Prabas wasn’t satisfied. With a strength that belied his age, he spun her around, bending her over the sink. The cold porcelain pressed against her stomach, her breasts hanging heavy, her nipples still throbbing from his attention. He positioned himself behind her, his erect cock pressing against her entrance, his breath hot against her ear.

“Please, Lina,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desire. “Let me in.”
She shook her head, her voice trembling. “I can’t. Rahim..."
“Just once,” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips. “Just let me feel you.”

Lina closed her eyes, her mind racing. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t betray her husband, no matter how much her body ached for release. “No,” she said, her voice firmer this time. “I can’t.”

Prabas didn’t force her. Instead, he pulled back slightly, his cock rubbing against her, teasing her, pleading silently. Lina felt her resolve waver. She could see her reflection in the mirror above the sink, her breasts bouncing slightly with her shallow breaths, her face flushed, her eyes wide with conflicting emotions.

“Please,” Prabas whispered again, his voice breaking. “Just once.”
“I...I can’t,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Rahim...he’ll know.”
“He won’t,” Prabas insisted, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently. “Just let me feel you, Lina. Just once.”

The repetition was hypnotic, his pleas chipping away at her resistance. She could feel his desire, his need, mirroring her own unspoken longing. Her body was betraying her, her muscles relaxing despite her protests, her entrance growing wetter with each passing moment.

“Please....Lina"  he whispered for the fifth time, his voice desperate. “I’ll  be quick.”

Lina’s breath hitched. She looked at her reflection, at the woman staring back at her...a woman torn between duty and desire, between loyalty and longing. Her husband couldn’t satisfy her, couldn’t give her the child she craved, couldn’t fill the void that had grown within her. And here was Prabas, offering her something she hadn’t felt in years: raw, unbridled passion.

Lina’s breath hitched "P-Please..." but when he paused expectantly behind her? What spilled out wasn’t refusal. "...just be gentle."

Prabas didn’t hesitate. He pressed forward, slowly, gently, his cock sliding into her with a wetness that made her gasp. Lina’s eyes widened as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him, a sensation that was both foreign and intoxicating.

He began to move, his pace deliberate at first, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Lina watched her reflection, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her face a mask of conflicting emotions of guilt, pleasure, and something akin to liberation. Prabas’s face was a picture of pure ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent groan as he rammed into her from behind. “Don’t stop,” Lina whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please, don’t stop.”

Prabas quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He squeezed her breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Lina moaned, her head falling forward, her body surrendering to the rhythm of his movements.

And then, with a guttural cry, Prabas erupted inside her, his seed spilling into her in hot, pulsing waves. Lina’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling as she felt him fill her, a sensation that was both sinful and sublime. Prabas continued to thrust, milking every last drop from himself, his hands never leaving her body.

When he finally pulled out, Lina collapsed against the sink, her legs weak, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Prabas stood behind her, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and regret.

Lina turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “I shouldn’t have,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Prabas reached out, his hand cupping her cheek. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You needed it. We both did.”

They quickly dressed and returned to the bus, Lina feeling a mix of guilt and relief as she sat down next to Rahim and fell asleep. She knew that this moment would haunt her...a moment of pleasure that came at a cost she wasn’t sure she could afford.

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Chapter 9: Rahim (Act 5 )


The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the small sundry shop that Rahim had poured his heart and soul into. Lina stood by the counter, her fingers tracing the edge of a neatly stacked pile of canned goods. She could hear Rahim in the back, shuffling boxes and muttering to himself. The shop had been open for a few weeks now, and while business was steady, she could sense the weight of his worries pressing down on him.

“Rahim,” she called out softly, her voice carrying through the quiet space. “Come here for a moment.”

He emerged from the storage room, wiping his hands on his apron. His dark eyes were tired but still held that familiar spark of determination. “What is it, Lina?”

She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I’ve been thinking… about the shop. About us. I know you’ve put everything into this...your savings, your time, your energy. And I want to help more. I can work extra hours at the parlor. My salary hasn’t increased in a while, and I think it’s time I pushed for that. Maybe even a bonus.”

Rahim’s brow furrowed, and he shook his head firmly. “No, Lina. I don’t want you working yourself to the bone for this. This is my responsibility. I’ll figure it out.”

She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to rest on his arm. “But it’s our responsibility, Rahim. We’re in this together. I don’t want to see you carrying this burden alone. Let me help.”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looked at her. “You’re already doing so much. You’ve been here every day, helping me set up, organizing the shelves, dealing with customers. I don’t want to take more from you.”

Lina’s gaze softened, and she moved even closer, her body brushing against his. “You’re not taking anything from me, Rahim. I want to do this. For us. For our future. Please, let me help.”

“Lina,” he began, his voice low. “I need to be honest with you. The shop… it’s doing okay, but it’s not enough. I’m barely breaking even after restocking. I need to find a way to bring in more money, or we’re going to struggle.”

She squeezed his hand, her eyes filled with understanding. “We’ll figure it out, Rahim. Together. Maybe we can look into expanding the inventory or finding ways to attract more customers. And like I said, I’ll talk to Uncle Lim about my salary. Every little bit helps.”

He nodded, though the worry didn’t fully leave his eyes. “I just don’t want to let you down.”

“You could never let me down,” she said firmly. “You’re doing everything you can, and I’m so proud of you.”

Her words seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. “Thank you,” he murmured into her hair. “For being my rock."

The tension between them shifted, the air growing thick with unspoken desire. Rahim reached out, his large hand cupping her cheek. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Her breath caught as she leaned into his touch, her heart racing. “I just want us to be happy,” she whispered.

He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them undeniable. “You make me happy,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear.
Lina shivered, her hands resting on his chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips, and it only fueled her longing. “Rahim…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

He didn’t wait for her to say more. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, their passion igniting instantly. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with a hunger that left her weak in the knees. Lina moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

Rahim’s hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He broke the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her gasp. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her throat.

Lina arched into him, her body responding eagerly to his touch. “Rahim, please…” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t need to be told twice. With a growl of desire, he lifted her onto the counter, the jars and boxes clattering as he made room for her. His hands slid under her dress, pushing the fabric up to reveal her smooth thighs. Lina’s breath quickened as he knelt before her, his dark eyes locked on hers.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, his voice thick with need.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. Rahim’s hands gripped her hips as he leaned in, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Lina gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as he kissed and nipped his way closer to her core.

When his tongue finally touched her, she cried out, her body arching off the counter. Rahim groaned against her, savoring her taste as he licked and teased her relentlessly. Lina’s moans filled the small shop, her pleasure building with every stroke of his tongue.

“Rahim… oh God…” she panted, her hips rocking against his mouth.
He responded by sliding a finger inside her, curling it just right to hit that spot that made her see stars. Lina’s cries grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Rahim added another finger, stretching her as he continued to devour her.

“Come for me, Lina,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. With a sharp cry, she shattered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Rahim held her through it, his mouth and fingers working her until she was spent and trembling.

When she finally came down from her high, Rahim stood and pulled her into his arms. Lina clung to him, her breathing still ragged as she buried her face in his chest.

“That was… incredible,” she whispered. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re incredible,” he corrected her.

Lina looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and desire. “I want to make you feel good too,” she said, her hands sliding down to the waistband of his pants.

Rahim’s breath hitched as she undid the button and zipper, freeing his hard length. Lina wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly as she watched his reaction. His eyes darkened with lust, and he groaned as she tightened her grip.

“Lina…” he growled, his hands gripping the edge of the counter. She smiled wickedly as she leaned down, taking him into her mouth. Rahim’s head fell back, a guttural moan escaping him as she sucked and licked him with skill and enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took him deeper, her hand moving in sync with her mouth.

“Fuck… you’re amazing,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently into her mouth.
Lina hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, and she knew he was close. With a final swirl of her tongue and a firm stroke of her hand, Rahim came undone, his release spilling into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him as he shuddered above her. When she finally pulled away, Rahim pulled her into a deep kiss, his hands cradling her face.

I love you,” he murmured against her lips. “I love you too,” she replied, her heart full.

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, before Rahim finally spoke again. “We should probably clean up before someone walks in.” Lina giggled, nodding in agreement. As they straightened their clothes and tidied up the shop.

As she moved toward the door, Rahim watched her, a mixture of admiration and desire flickering in his eyes. He couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed slightly as she walked, the way her hair caught the fading light. She was beautiful...not just in appearance, but in the way she carried herself, in the way she loved him so fiercely.

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Chapter 9: Uncle Lim (Act 3)


Lina returned to work, her heart heavy with the burden of Rahim's new business venture. Her husband had recently opened a sundry shop near their home. She is the best masseuse at Uncle Lim's massage parlor, her touch a secret delight to many.

As she clocked in, she saw Uncle Lim at the reception desk, his eyes tired and his face weary. He had been a widower for twenty years, his loneliness as palpable as his depression.

"Uncle Lim," Lina greeted him, her voice soft. "Can I speak with you for a moment?"

Uncle Lim looked up, surprised. "Of course, Lina. What's on your mind?"

Lina took a deep breath, her hands clasped in front of her. "I...I've been the top masseuse here for a while now, and I...I was hoping for a raise."

Uncle Lim nodded. "I'm glad to hear that. You're our best therapist, Lina. You have a real talent for this."

Lina blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, Uncle Lim. That means a lot coming from you."

After a moment of awkward silence, Lina decided to bring up the topic of a raise. "Uncle Lim, I was wondering if we could talk about my salary. I've been working here for three years now, and I feel like I deserve a raise. I've never missed a day of work."

Uncle Lim looked thoughtful for a moment before responding. "I understand your concern, Lina and I appreciate all the hard work you've put in. However, raising your salary would be difficult for me right now. The parlor hasn't been doing as well as it used to."

Lina felt a pang of disappointment, but she knew that she couldn't give up. "I understand, Uncle Lim. But I really need the extra money to help support my husband's shop. Is there any way we could work something out?"

Uncle Lim hesitated for a moment before finally relenting. "I suppose we could work out a deal. I could give you a small raise, and maybe a bonus if you continue to be our top masseuse."

Lina felt a surge of relief. "Thank you, Uncle Lim. That would be great."

As they continued to negotiate the details of the raise and bonus, Lina couldn't help but feel a little awkward. She knew that she had "helped providing relief" to Uncle Lim in the past, and she couldn't help but wonder if that was why he was being so generous now. She pushed the thought out of her mind, though, and focused on the task at hand.

After a few more minutes of negotiations, they finally reached an agreement. Lina thanked Uncle Lim for his generosity and headed home to her husband. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the whole situation. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking about Uncle Lim in that way, but she couldn't help it.

As she entered her house, she saw Rahim sitting on the couch, a nervous look on his face. "How was your day, honey?" he asked.

Lina smiled at him. "It was good. I think I'll get a raise."

Rahim's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That's great, Lina! How did you manage that?"

Lina blushed. "I just asked Uncle Lim for it. He was happy to give it to me."

Rahim grinned. "That's my girl. You always know how to get what you want."

Lina felt a surge of pride at her husband's words. She knew that she had earned this raise, and she was determined to continue working hard to support her husband's shop.

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Chapter 9: Uncle Lim  (Act 4)


Lina was just finishing up her shift at Uncle Lim's massage parlor. She knew her husband's new sundry shop was not doing as well as they had hoped, and she is looking for ways to help make ends meet.

Few days ago, Lina had mustered up the courage to ask Uncle Lim for a salary increment, to which he had agreed. Today, as she was cleaning her massage room, she heard a knock on the door. It was Uncle Lim, and Lina welcomed him in as they chatted.

Uncle Lim handed her an envelope filled with cash, his promise fulfilled. Lina's heart swelled with gratitude, her eyes misting with unshed tears. They began to chat, their conversation meandering towards Uncle Lim's depression therapy. He spoke of his loneliness, his voice a whisper in the quiet room.

"I've been to a brothel," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Uncle Lim sighed, his eyes downcast. "Lina, I feel so alone. I visited a prostitute the other day, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"I saw the ladies, but none exuded the beauty that you do, Lina." His confession hung in the air, a heavy weight that neither dared to acknowledge.

Lina's eyes widened in surprise. "Uncle Lim, that's dangerous. You could get a disease or worse."

Lina's heart ached for Uncle Lim, her mind racing with a myriad of thoughts. She knew she had to discourage him, her heart unable to bear the thought of him seeking solace in the arms of a prostitute.

"Uncle Lim," she began, her voice soft yet firm. "You don't need to do that. You're a good man, a kind man. You deserve better than a fleeting moment of pleasure."

Uncle Lim looked at her, his eyes filled with a silent plea. "But Lina, I'm just unhappy...."

She knew that Uncle Lim was a good man, and he didn't deserve to feel so alone.

"Uncle Lim, there are other ways to connect with people. Have you tried dating apps or social groups?", Lina said.

Uncle Lim shook his head. "I'm too old for that," he said. "I don't know how to use those apps, and I don't have the energy to socialize with strangers."

Lina sighed. She knew that Uncle Lim was set in his ways, but she didn't want him to resort to paying for sex. She wanted him to find a genuine connection with someone.

Uncle Lim looked at her, his eyes filled with a silent plea. "Lina, I hope to feel again a woman's touch, like our encounter months ago"

"No...Uncle Lim!!! I know you're lonely, but there are other ways to find happiness," Lina said firmly"

Uncle Lim looked up at her, his eyes pleading. "Lina, you're the only one who understands me. Could you... could you help me this one time?"

Lina shook her head, her heart pounding in her chest. "Uncle Lim, we've been through this before. I can't do that again."

Uncle Lim's shoulders slumped, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm in pain, Lina. Please."

Lina's heart sank. She knew what he was asking, and she didn't know how to respond. She'd already slept with him once, a one-time promise that she'd made to help him. She couldn't do it again.

"Uncle Lim, I can't," she said, her voice firm. "You made a promise before, and cannot break it."

Uncle Lim's shoulders slumped, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm in pain, Lina. Please."

Lina hesitated, her mind racing. She couldn't deny the old man's request, but she couldn't bring herself to sleep with him again. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination. "I'll only help by touching, and only if the lights are off and you don't touch me."

Uncle Lim nodded eagerly, his face lighting up with hope. "Yes, yes, anything you want."

Lina turned off the lights, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood facing the dressing table, her hands rubbing with oil. "Unzip and come closer," she instructed.

She heard Uncle Lim undressing behind her, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Slowly, she reached her hand behind her, searching for his cock.

She found it, already half-hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it twitch in her hand. She started to stroke, her movements slow and deliberate.

At first, Lina couldn't see anything, but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was shocked to see Uncle Lim's reflection in the mirror. He was completely nude, his cock growing bigger with each stroke. His face was a mask of lust, his eyes filled with desire.

Lina felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched him, his eyes closed in pleasure. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't help herself. She needed the money, and Uncle Lim needed her.

Uncle Lim rested his hands on Lina's hips, his breath coming out in short gasps. Lina tried to push him away, but he held on tightly, his grip firm and unyielding. "I need support," he whispered hoarsely.

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Chapter 10: Uncle Lim (Act 5)


Lina stood before the dressing table, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. She could feel Uncle Lim's breath on her neck, his hands roaming her body with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling. She had agreed to this, she reminded herself, for the sake of her husband's struggling business.

Uncle Lim's hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them over her top. Lina gasped, her nipples hardening under his touch. She could feel his erection pressing against her back, a testament to his arousal. She continued to stroke him, her hand slick with oil, as he moaned in pleasure.

"Uncle Lim," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, you promised you wouldn't touch me."

"I need this, Lina," he replied, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need to feel you to cum."

His hands moved under her top, his fingers finding her bare skin. He squeezed her breasts, his touch firm and confident. Lina moaned, her body betraying her. She was a faithful wife, but the sensation was intoxicating. She couldn't deny the pleasure she felt, the warmth spreading between her thighs.

Uncle Lim lifted her top and bra, exposing her breasts. Lina gasped, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself. But Uncle Lim was insistent, his hands replacing hers. He squeezed her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. Lina moaned, her body arching into his touch.

Her arm began to ache from stroking him, but Uncle Lim showed no signs of cumming. His hands moved lower, slipping under her tight shorts. He unbuttoned them, his fingers sliding them down her thighs. Lina gasped as his hands found her ass, his fingers kneading her flesh.

She couldn't take it anymore. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the dressing table. Uncle Lim took this as an invitation, sliding her panties down and burying his face between her legs. Lina gasped, her body jerking as his tongue found her clit.

"Uncle Lim," she protested, her voice weak. "Please, we can't do this."

But Uncle Lim was relentless, his tongue flicking over her clit with a skill that left her breathless. Lina could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with the force of it. She tried to push him away, but her resolve was weakening.

"Mmmmm...Lina," Uncle Lim whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Let me make you feel good."

Lina moaned, her body giving in to the pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as it approached. Uncle Lim's tongue moved faster, his fingers slipping inside her. Lina screamed as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

She pushed him away, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Uncle Lim pulled away, his face flushed with lust. Lina slumped on the dressing table, her body still trembling. She couldn't believe what she had just done.

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Chapter 10: Uncle Lim (Act 6)


Lina’s body trembled as she slumped against the dressing table, her breath ragged, her thighs slick with her own juices. She could still feel the ghost of Uncle Lim’s tongue on her pussy, the way it had lapped at her until she’d come undone. Her mind was a whirlwind of guilt and confusion, but her body...her traitorous body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure.

She hadn’t agreed to this. She’d only promised a handjob. But now, her top was off, her bra discarded, and her shorts and panties pooled around her ankles. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet… something inside her stirred.

She heard the sound of plastic tearing, faint but unmistakable. Her heart raced, but she was too spent to react immediately. Slowly, she pushed herself up from the table, her hands gripping the edge for support. When she turned her head slightly, she saw him...Uncle Lim, his frail frame standing behind her, his cock now sheathed in a condom, pressed against her ass cheeks.

“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, Uncle Lim… I didn’t agree to this. I can’t…I am not a whore!”

He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Lina, my dear, you’ve already done so much for me. Just a little more. I have another envelope of cash for you. Think of your husband, his shop. He needs the money, doesn’t he? You’re not a prostitute. You’re just… helping an old man feel alive again.”

Her eyes welled with tears as she shook her head. “I can’t… I’m married. This is wrong…please...”

But even as she protested, she could feel his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers finding her bare breasts. He cupped them roughly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them harden instantly. She gasped, her body betraying her once more. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her despite the guilt gnawing at her conscience.

“You’re so beautiful, Lina,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Your tits… they’re perfect. So full, so soft. I’ve wanted to touch them for so long. Let me have this. Just this once.”

She bit her lip, her mind warring with her body. She could feel his cock sliding against her ass, the tip brushing against her pussy entrance. She wanted to push him away, to scream, to run… but she didn’t. Instead, she stayed still, her silence giving him the permission he needed.

He took it as an invitation. With a groan, he gripped her hips and pushed himself inside her, inch by agonizing inch. Lina’s eyes widened as she felt him fill her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She could see their reflection in the mirror...her naked body, her tits bouncing with every thrust, his frail frame moving behind her. It was surreal, like watching someone else’s life unfold.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is… this is wrong…”
But Uncle Lim didn’t stop. He began to move faster, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. His hands never left her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, the sight of them only fueling his desire.

“You feel so good, Lina,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust. “Your pussy… it’s so wet, so tight around me. I’ve waited so long for this.”

She couldn’t help but moan as he hit a spot inside her that made her toes curl. Her body was betraying her again, responding to his touch, his cock, in ways she didn’t want to admit. Her tits bounced wildly as he increased his pace, his grip on her hips tightening.

“Look at yourself,” he urged, his voice rough. “Look at how beautiful you are when you’re being fucked. Your tits… they’re mesmerizing. I can’t take my eyes off them.”

She did as he said, her eyes locking onto their reflection in the mirror. She saw the way her tits moved with every thrust, the way her nipples hardened under his touch. She saw the look of pure lust on his face as he fucked her, his eyes glued to her bouncing breasts. It was humiliating… and yet, it turned her on in ways she couldn’t explain.

“Uncle Lim…” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I… I can’t…”

But she could. Her body was already responding, her pussy clenching around him as another orgasm built inside her. She tried to fight it, to hold it back, but it was no use. With a cry, she came again, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

He didn’t stop. If anything, her orgasm only spurred him on. He fucked her harder, faster, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. His hands moved from her breasts to her hips, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered between fucks. “Those prostitutes I’ve been with… they’re nothing compared to you.” Lina’s eyes flew open at his words. “Prostitutes?” she repeated, her voice trembling. “You… you lied to me?”

Uncle Lim paused, looking up at her with a sly grin. “I needed you to feel sorry for me,” he admitted. “But it doesn’t matter anymore, I am inside you now.”, he moaned saying it.

Lina’s stomach churned with disgust, but before she could protest, he was back at her breasts, squeezing with renewed vigor. She whimpered, torn between the pleasure coursing through her body and the revulsion she felt at his deception.

“I’m close, Lina,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to come inside you.”
She could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. Moments later, he let out a guttural moan as he came, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled the condom with his release. They both collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Lina lay there, tears streaming down her face as the weight of what had just happened settled over her. She felt used, violated… and yet, a part of her couldn’t deny the pleasure she’d felt. It was a confusing mix of emotions that left her feeling hollow.

Uncle Lim reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Thank you, Lina,” he said softly. “You’ve made an old man very happy.”

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. All she could do was lie there, staring at the ceiling, her body trembling, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. Uncle Lim’s words echoed in her ears, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, her full breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath. She felt him move away and doze off on the mattress in the corner of the room.

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Chapter 10: Uncle Lim (Act 7)


Lina sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Her body felt heavy, her mind a whirlwind of guilt, shame, and an unsettling residue of pleasure she couldn’t shake. The room smelled of sweat and sex, a stark reminder of what had just transpired. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her fingers trembling as she tried to steady her breathing.

Uncle Lim stirred on the mattress, his frail body shifting as he woke. He blinked groggily, his eyes adjusting to the dim light before landing on Lina. His expression softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his weathered face. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his movements stiff but deliberate. He shuffled toward her, his voice low and apologetic.

“Lina,” he murmured, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She flinched, pulling away from his touch. “I… I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Lina looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen. “You lied to me,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You said there were prostitutes. You said you didn’t need me. But you… you used me.”

Uncle Lim sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. He sat down beside her, keeping a respectful distance. “I didn’t lie,” he said quietly. “There were prostitutes. After the first time we… after that night months ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to find that same feeling with them, but it wasn’t the same. None of them could compare to you, Lina. You’re different. You’re… special.”

Lina stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Special?” she repeated, her voice barely audible. “I’m not special. I’m just… I’m just your employee. Your massage therapist. This isn’t supposed to happen.”

Uncle Lim reached out again, this time gently taking her hand in his. His touch was warm, almost comforting, despite everything. “You’re more than that,” he said softly. “You’ve given me something I haven’t felt in years. A connection. A spark. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I need you, Lina.”

Lina pulled her hand away, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “This is wrong. I’m married. I have a husband who loves me. I can’t do this anymore.”

Uncle Lim nodded, his expression somber. “I understand,” he said quietly. “I won’t force you. But… I want you to know that what we shared was real. For me, at least.” Lina looked away, her mind racing. She felt torn, her body still tingling from the pleasure he had given her, her heart heavy with guilt. She stood up slowly, her legs shaky as she reached for her clothes. She dressed quickly, avoiding his gaze as she pulled on her bra and top, her hands trembling as she buttoned her shorts.
Uncle Lim watched her silently, his eyes lingering on her curves as she moved.

When she was fully dressed, he stood up and walked over to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out two thick envelopes, handing them to her.

“Here,” he said softly. “Take this. It’s your salary increment and a bonus. You’ve earned it.”

Lina hesitated before taking the envelopes, her fingers brushing against his for a brief moment. She tucked them into her bag without looking at him, her mind still reeling.

“This isn’t right..,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Uncle Lim lowered his head, his eyes filled with regret. “Take care of yourself, Lina,” he said quietly.

Lina turned and walked out of the room, her steps slow and unsteady. The cool night air hit her face as she stepped outside, a stark contrast to the heat of the room she had just left. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind as she made her way home.

When she arrived, Rahim was already there, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. He looked up as she walked in, his face lighting up with a smile.

“Hey,” he said warmly. “How was work?” Lina forced a smile, her heart aching as she looked at him. “It was… fine,” she said quietly. She reached into her bag and handed him the envelopes. “Here. My salary increment and a bonus came early.” Rahim’s eyes widened as he took the envelopes, his smile growing wider. “This is amazing!” he exclaimed, opening them to count the cash. “We’re so close now, Lina. Just a few hundred more, and we’ll have enough for the shop.”

Lina nodded, her throat tight as she watched him count the money. She felt a pang of guilt as she thought about where the money had come from, but she pushed the thought aside. “That’s great,” she said softly.

Rahim looked up at her, his expression softening as he noticed the tired look on her face. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.

Lina nodded again, forcing another smile. “I’m just tired,” she said. “I think I’ll go to bed early.” Rahim stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. “You’ve been working so hard,” he said gently. “Get some rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”

Lina leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes as she fought back tears. She wanted to tell him everything, to confess what had happened, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she simply nodded and pulled away.

“Goodnight,” she murmured. “Goodnight,” Rahim replied, watching as she walked down the hallway to their bedroom.

Lina closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the water as hot as she could stand it. She scrubbed at her skin, trying to wash away the memory of Uncle Lim’s touch, but it was no use. Her body still tingled with the remnants of pleasure, her mind haunted by the look in his eyes.

When she finally stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and sat down on the edge of the bed. She stared at the wall, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened.

She heard the bedroom door open and looked up to see Rahim walking in. He smiled at her as he sat down beside her, his hand resting on her thigh.
“You look beautiful,” he said softly.
Lina forced a smile, her heart aching as she looked at him.

Rahim leaned in and kissed her gently, his lips soft against hers. Lina closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the kiss, but all she could think about was Uncle Lim’s hands on her body, his mouth between her legs…
She pulled away abruptly, her breath catching in her throat.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I’m just… really...really tired.” Rahim nodded, his expression understanding. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “Let’s sleep then...”

Lina lay down on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin as Rahim climbed in beside her. She closed her eyes, but sleep didn’t come easily. Her mind was still racing, her body still humming with the memory of Uncle Lim’s touch.

As she lay there in the darkness, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was how it would always be...her body betraying her, her heart torn between the man she loved and the pleasure she couldn’t deny…

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Chapter 10: Uncle Lim (Act 8)


The air in the massage parlor felt thicker than usual, the scent of lavender oil clinging to Lina’s skin as she adjusted the straps of her bra beneath her uniform. Two days hadn’t been enough to scrub the memory of Uncle Lim’s hands from her body...the way his fingers had dug into her hips, the wet heat of his mouth between her thighs.

She tightened her ponytail with a shaky breath, avoiding the reflection of her own flushed face in the treatment room mirror. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her top, sensitive and unignorable, a traitorous reminder of how alive her body had felt beneath his touch.

She heard his cane tapping against the linoleum floor outside the door before she saw him. The sound froze her in place, one hand still gripping the massage table’s edge.

“Lina,” Uncle Lim’s voice rasped through the half-open door, “the hot stone therapy supplies...are they restocked?”

Her knuckles whitened. “In the cabinet.” She didn’t turn around, staring instead at the smudge her fingertips left on the polished wood. The silence stretched until his shuffling footsteps retreated.

Six clients came and went that afternoon...tired housewives and stoic office workers...none of them noticing how her hands trembled during deep tissue work, how she jerked away whenever a man’s shoulder brushed her chest. During her fifteen-minute break, she crouched in the staff washroom, thumbs hovering over her phone screen.

"Meet me Room 4 after shift. We need to talk."

She stared at the sent message until the screen went dark, her cleavage glistening with nervous sweat above the V of her scrub top.

The clock above the reception desk ticked past 8:03 PM when Lina pushed open the door to the dimmed massage room. Uncle Lim stood by the essential oil diffuser, its mist curling around his stooped shoulders. The click of the lock behind her sounded unnaturally loud.

“You wanted to discuss…” he began, turning.

“Sit.” She gestured to the leather recliner in the corner, maintaining three paces of distance. Her crossed arms lifted her breasts, the outline of her nipples visible through double-layered fabric.

Uncle Lim looked up at her, his eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, Lina," he said softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just couldn't help myself."

Lina's anger flared. "You didn't just hurt me, Uncle Lim," she spat. "You violated me. You went beyond our agreement and fucked me without my consent.

Uncle Lim hung his head in shame. "I know, Lina," he said. "I'm sorry. I was just so lonely and desperate for touch.

“Start with why you lied. About the prostitutes. About…” Her throat clicked. “About only needing a handjob.”
He lowered himself into the chair, liver-spotted hands kneading his knees. “I didn’t lie. The girls from Happy Phoenix Salon...their manager owes me favors. But after the first time you… assisted me…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Their skin didn’t smell like gardenia soap. Their mouths didn’t gasp my name like it mattered.”
Lina’s heel tapped rapid fire against the floor. “So you fucked them anyway. How many? What did you let them do?”

A beat. The diffuser puffed bergamot-scented steam. “The first was Asha.” His voice dropped, roughened. “Thick waist. Breasts like overripe papayas that you could see the stretch marks through her cheap dress. She knelt in front of me right there on the tatami mats, didn’t even ask me to take off my trousers.” His fingers twitched against his thighs, miming the memory. “She said, ‘Old man, you want me to suck it soft or hard?’ I couldn’t even answer before she had me out, her lips stretching around...”

“Stop.” Lina’s palm smacked the massage table. The oils rattled. “You’re disgusting. Seventy years old and paying for…” “You think I wanted to?” His veined neck cords stood rigid. “Twenty years since my wife’s hands touched me. Twenty years waking up to empty bedsheets. Then you with your blouse buttons straining when you reach for high shelves, your ass cheeks swallowing up those tight little shorts you think a man can survive on handjobs?”

Her face burned. She uncrossed her arms, suddenly hyperaware of her breasts swaying with each agitated breath.

I visit Asha on Thursdays.” His tongue darted over cracked lips. “She brought toys...a rubber cock she’d shove up her ass while riding me. Said I could choke her if I tipped extra. One time she bent over the footstool, made me spit on her hole before I…”

“Enough!” Lina’s voice cracked. She pressed a hand between her own breasts, feeling her frantic heartbeat. “And you....you didn’t think of diseases? Of bringing that filth here? To me?”

He lurched up, fist gripping his cane. “I always used protection! And when I’m with you, Lina...fuck...it’s not just a hole to spill into. When I slid into you that first time, felt your cunt fluttering around me? I almost wept. No whore’s fake moans. You came on my cock like a virgin bride on her wedding night.”

Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the table, the leather warm beneath her palms. “You took advantage. I said no. I cried…”

“And came three times.” He stepped closer, the cane’s rubber tip squeaking. “Your tits bouncing in the mirror, those pink nipples hard as pebbles. You think I didn’t see you grinding back onto me by the end?”
Her mouth opened to protest, to scream...but only a shaky exhale escaped.

The room’s thermostat must’ve malfunctioned; sweat glued her scrubs to the cleft of her ass.

“Asha charged extra for tit-fucks.” His free hand hovered near the swell of her chest, not touching. “Said most men can’t last thirty seconds between thighs like hers. But you…” His wheezy chuckle held no humor. “That first handjob...remember? You dropped the bottle of jojoba oil, bent over to pick it up, and your tits practically spilled out of that lacey bra. I came in three strokes. Had to change my trousers before the next client.”

Her fingers crept to her top’s top button. “You never…”

“Paid her to sit on my face once.” Spittle gleamed in the corners of his mouth. “Three hundred ringgit to suffocate me with her cunt. Thought I’d die happy. But when my tongue was in you...” His cane clattered to the floor. His next words vibrated against her ear. “I wanted to live forever.”

Lina's mind was racing. She had never been with a woman before, but the thought of it was intriguing. "What other kinds of things you did with her?" she asked.

Uncle Lim's eyes sparkled. "She gave me the best blowjob of my life," he said. "And then she let me fuck her in the ass. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

"This...this... is not happening...." she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "And have you ever done it without condom?"

Uncle Lim shook his head. "Urrmmm...yes, Lina," he said. "I fucked her raw in the ass once. It was so hot and intense. I couldn't help myself."

Lina's heart sank. She knew the risks of unprotected sex, and she couldn't believe Uncle Lim had been so reckless. "You could have gotten an STD," she said. "Or worse."

Uncle Lim shrugged. "I know, Lina," he said. "But it was worth it. Asha swore she was clean."

Lina couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never felt so betrayed and hurt in her life. She knew she couldn't work for Uncle Lim anymore, not after what he had done.

"I'm leaving, Uncle Lim," she said, her voice shaking. "I can't work for you anymore. I can't trust you."

Uncle Lim looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears. "Lina," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know I've done wrong. I can't change the past, but I can promise you this...I'll keep my distance. You're the best therapist here, and I can't afford to lose you."

Lina looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "I can't trust you, Uncle Lim. You've crossed a line, and I can't just forget that."

Uncle Lim nodded, understanding her apprehension. "I know, and I'm sorry. But please, think about your husband. He's just started his business. If you quit now, what will you do if you need money?"

Lina hesitated. She knew he was right. She couldn't just leave Rahim hanging. She nodded, "Fine, I'll stay. But you better keep your word, Uncle Lim."

"I understand, Lina," he said. "I'm sorry for everything. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday."

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Chapter 11: Uncle Lim (Act 9)


Lina walked into Uncle Lim's office, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was small, filled with the scent of old wood and the faint smell of massage oils. Uncle Lim sat behind his desk, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of guilt and desperation. Lina had made it clear to Uncle Lim that their previous encounter was a one-time mistake, a moment of weakness that she deeply regretted. She had agreed to work at his massage parlor, but only if he kept things professional. And Uncle Lim had agreed, but today something felt different.

"Lina, thank you for coming," Uncle Lim said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at her with a mix of respect and something else...something that made her uncomfortable. "I know you're on your lunch break, but there's something I need to discuss with you."

Lina sighed, her big boobs heaving under her tight blouse. "What is it, Uncle Lim? I have to get back to work soon."

Uncle Lim hesitated, his fingers tapping nervously on the desk. "It's about my nephew, Alan. He's a good kid, but he's...urrm....he's never been with a woman. He's a virgin, and he's struggling to find someone. I thought maybe you could help him out."

Lina's eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck are you talking about, Uncle Lim? I thought we agreed to keep things professional!"

Uncle Lim held up his hands in a placating gesture. "I know, I know. It's not what you think. I just want you to give him a massage first and then urrm...a release. He's a virgin, so it'll be safe and quick. No touching you, I promise."

Lina's face flushed with anger. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not a prostitute, Uncle Lim. I'm a massage therapist, and I'm married to Rahim. I can't believe you're even asking me this...after everything happened so far."

Uncle Lim's eyes softened, and he pulled out a 150 dollars note from his pocket. "I understand, Lina. But Alan is a good kid. He deserves a chance. If you don't want to do it, I can ask someone else. But I thought, given your situation, you might need the extra money."

Lina's mind raced. Rahim was still short of 400 bucks for his shop. She had hesitantly asked Uncle Lim for a salary advance a few days ago, and he had agreed. But this... this was crossing a line. She looked at the money, her heart pounding in her chest. She needed the money, but she didn't want to do this.

"You're a piece of shit...." Lina said, her voice trembling with anger. "I can't believe you're even asking me this. But fine, I'll do it. But only because I need the money. And only if Alan doesn't touch me. I'll punch his nuts otherwise", Lina murmurs in anger.

Uncle Lim nodded, a look of relief on his face. "Thank you, Lina. I promise, it'll be safe and quick. Alan is waiting in room 3. Just be gentle with him."

Lina took the money, her hands trembling. She looked away in disgust, her mind racing with thoughts of what she was about to do. She just wanted to get it done quickly and get out of there. As she turned to leave, Uncle Lim called out to her.

"Lina, one more thing. Be gentle with him. He's a virgin, and he deserves a good experience."

Lina nodded, her face flushed with anger and humiliation. She walked out of the office, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what she had to do, but she hated every second of it. As she walked towards room 3, she couldn't help but think about Rahim and how he would react if he found out. But she needed the money, and she needed to keep her job. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.

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Chapter  11: Alan (Act 1)


Lina hesitated outside Room 3, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She had never been in this situation before, and she wasn't sure what to expect. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping inside. Alan was seated on a chair, his thin frame hunched over, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. He looked up as she entered, his eyes wide and uncertain.

"Hi, Alan," Lina said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm Lina. I'll be giving you your massage today."

Alan nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Hi, Lina. I've never done this before," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lina offered him a reassuring smile. "It's okay. Just relax. I'll guide you through it." She gestured to the bed. "First, you'll need to undress and lie face down on the bed."

Alan's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded and stood up. Lina turned away to give him some privacy, her mind racing. She could hear the rustling of clothes as Alan undressed, and she tried to steady her breathing. She could do this. She had to do this. Rahim needed the money, and Uncle Lim had promised that Alan wouldn't touch her.

"Okay, I'm ready," Alan said softly.

Lina turned around and saw Alan lying on the bed, his back to her. He was still wearing his briefs, and she could see the outline of his thin cock through the fabric. She tried not to stare as she walked over to the table and picked up the bottle of oil.

"Let's start with your back," she said, pouring some oil onto her hands and rubbing them together to warm it up. She straddled his legs, her big boobs and ass pressing down on his thighs, and began to massage his back. His skin was smooth and warm, and she could feel the tension in his muscles.

Alan let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing under her touch. "That feels good," he murmured.

Lina smiled, her hands moving in slow, circular motions. "I'm glad you think so. Have you ever had a massage before?" she asked, trying to make conversation to ease the tension.

Alan shook his head. "No, never. I've never even had a girlfriend before," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lina's hands paused for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. "Really? Why not?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Alan let out a soft sigh. "I guess I'm just not very confident. I almost had a girlfriend once, but she broke up with me before we could do anything. She said I was too shy and inexperienced."

Lina's heart went out to him. She could feel the pain in his voice, and she knew that Uncle Lim had taken advantage of his vulnerability. She resumed her massage, her hands moving gently over his back.

"Well, maybe you just haven't found the right person yet," she said softly. "Sometimes, it takes time to find someone who understands you and accepts you for who you are."

Alan was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "Uncle Lim said that maybe a woman's touch could help me gain some confidence. That's why I'm here."

Lina stopped in shock, her hands freezing on his back. She knew Uncle Lim was a sly old man, but she hadn't expected him to be so manipulative. She took a deep breath and continued her massage, trying to hide her anger.

"That's a very kind thing for him to say," she said, her voice tight. "But remember, Alan, confidence comes from within. It's not something that can be given to you by someone else."

Alan let out a soft sigh. "I know. But I just want to feel normal, you know? I want to be able to talk to a girl without feeling like I'm going to trip over my own words."

Lina smiled softly. "I understand. Just take your time. Don't rush into anything. When the right person comes along, you'll know it."

Alan was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "Your massage is really good, Lina. I feel so relaxed."

Lina smiled, her hands moving gently over his back. "Thank you, Alan. I'm glad you think so."

She could feel the tension in his body slowly melting away, and she knew that he was enjoying the massage. She continued to work on his back, her hands moving in slow, sensual motions. She could feel the heat building between them, and she knew that this was just the beginning of a very intense experience.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I want you to flip over now, Alan. And...urrmm...please remove your briefs"

Alan's body tensed slightly, but he did as she asked, flipping over onto his back. Lina's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. His cock was small and thin, but it was hard and erect, pointing straight up towards his belly button from his brief. She could see the precum glistening on the tip.

"Lina," Alan whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "I want you to touch me. I want you to touch my cock." as he slides away his brief.

Lina's eyes met his, and she saw the raw desire in his gaze. She knew that she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the opportunity. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Not yet, Alan. First, I want you to wear this sleeping mask first"

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Chapter 11: Alan (Act 2)


Lina hesitated at the door, the crisp hundred-fifty dollar bills burning a hole in her pocket. She had agreed to this, but that didn't make it any easier. She took a deep breath and stepped into the room where Alan was waiting. He was sitting on the bed, his thin frame hunched over, nervousness radiating off him in waves.

"Lina," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know what to do."

Lina softened slightly, remembering that this was his first time. "It's okay, Alan. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine." She handed him a sleeping mask. "Put this on. I don't want you to see anything."

Alan nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he secured the mask over his eyes. Lina could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. "Lina, please... be gentle," he pleaded.

She sighed inwardly, trying to push down her own discomfort. "I will, Alan. Now, lie back and relax."

Alan did as he was told, his body tensing as Lina began to massage his shoulders. She worked her way down his back, her hands firm and sure. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the nervous energy coursing through him. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "Do you masturbate, Alan?"

Alan's body jerked at the question. "Y-yes," he stammered. "A few times a day."

Lina's eyebrows shot up. "A few times? How many is a few?"

Alan hesitated before admitting, "Urmmm...up to four times...sometimes five.."

Lina was shocked. "Five times a day? Wow, Alan, that's impressive. I can't even imagine that much stamina." She could feel his body relax slightly at her words, his muscles loosening under her touch. She moved down to his legs, massaging his inner thighs, his loin. She could feel him twitching, his body responding to her touch. She could hear his soft moans, his breath hitching as she cupped his balls, gently massaging them. She could see his cock twitching, his precum leaking from the tip. She applied oil on his cock, her hands slick and warm as she began to stroke him.

Alan choked out a moan, his body jerking as Lina's hands wrapped around his shaft. She could feel his body responding, his hips bucking slightly as she stroked him. She could see his face, his mouth open, his breath coming in short gasps. She could see his body squirming, his hands fisting the sheets as she stroked him.

Suddenly, Alan's hands shot up, tearing the mask from his eyes. Lina tried to stop him, but he insisted, "I can only cum if I see it, Lina. Please, let me see."

Lina hesitated, then nodded, her hands still wrapped around his cock. Alan's eyes were wide, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched her hands moving up and down his shaft. He could see the precum leaking from his tip, the slick sound of her hands on his cock. He could see her big boobs bouncing slightly as she leaned over him, her big ass swaying gently as she moved.

Suddenly, Alan's hand shot out, grabbing Lina's ass. Lina gasped, her body jerking at the unexpected touch. She could feel his hand squeezing her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. She could feel his body tensing, his cock throbbing in her hand as he came, his cum shooting out onto her hands. She could feel his body shaking, his breath coming in short gasps as he panted from exhaustion.

Lina quickly grabbed a wet tissue, cleaning Alan's cock. She could feel his body relaxing, his muscles loosening as she cleaned him. She could see his eyes, his pupils dilated, his breath coming in short gasps. She could see his body, his thin frame, his cock, now soft and spent. She could see his face, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his body relaxed.

Alan opened his eyes, a soft smile on his face. "Thank you, Lina. That was... that was amazing."

Lina smiled back, her body relaxing slightly. "You're welcome, Alan. I'm glad I could help." She could feel her own body responding, her pussy wet and throbbing.

Alan looked at her, his eyes wide. "Lina, I... I want to do more. I want to enter you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

Lina hesitated, her body tensing slightly.  She looked at Alan, her eyes wide. "I... I can't, Alan. I'm married. I'm faithful to my husband, Rahim. Please...I can't do this."

Alan looked at her, his eyes wide. "I understand, Lina. I understand. But I just want to enter you at least once" as his cock throbbed hard again.

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Chapter 11: Alan (Act 3)


The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of massage oil.
As Lina cleaned Alan’s cum-stained cock with a wet tissue, her hands still trembling, he looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Lina,” he whispered, his voice shaky but desperate, “please… can I enter you just once? I just want to know what it feels like… to be inside a woman. I’ve never… I’m still a virgin.” His words hung in the air, heavy with longing.

Lina froze, her heart racing. She shook her head firmly, her voice soft but resolute. “No, Alan. You need to save that for someone special. It’s not something you should give away like this.”
Alan’s face fell, but desperation quickly replaced his disappointment. He scrambled to his feet and hurried over to his wallet, pulling out a wad of cash.

“Here,” he said, thrusting $300 toward her. “Please, Lina. I’ll be quick. I promise I won’t touch you. And I swear I won’t tell Uncle Lim. Please… just this once.”

Lina stared at the money, her mind racing. The amount was more than what Rahim needed for the shop, and the thought of helping him tugged at her conscience. But the idea of betraying him again made her stomach churn. She bit her lip, torn between duty and temptation.

"I don't want to do this," Lina whispered, her voice barely audible. "But... I need the money."
“I'll only do it if you have a condom” her voice barely above a whisper. Alan’s eyes lit up, and he fumbled with his wallet, pulling out a small, slightly crumpled packet. “I’ve had this for three years,” he admitted, his voice trembling with excitement.

Lina sighed deeply, her hands shaking as she took the condom from him. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “But you don’t touch me anywhere except my hips. And you have to be quiet. Do you understand?”

Alan nodded quickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I promise, Lina. I won’t… I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

Lina dimmed the lights further, the room now cloaked in near darkness. She knelt before him, her hands trembling as she rolled the condom onto his cock. Alan let out a soft moan, his body trembling with anticipation.

Go behind me,” Lina instructed, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. She took a deep breath, her fingers fumbling with the waistband of her shorts. Slowly, she slid them down her legs, along with her panties, letting them pool at her ankles. The cool air kissed her bare skin, making her shiver. She bent over the bed, her hands gripping the edge for support. Her ass was exposed, the curve of it soft and inviting, and she could feel Alan’s gaze burning into her.

“Go on,” she said, her voice trembling. “But be gentle.”

Alan stepped closer, his cock brushing against her thigh. He fumbled at her entrance, his inexperience evident. Lina reached back, guiding him with her hand until he was positioned correctly. With a soft gasp, he entered her slowly, both of them moaning softly at the sensation.

Lina closed her eyes, biting her lip as she felt the tip of him press against her. He was smaller than Rahim, thinner, but the sensation was still overwhelming. She gasped softly as he pushed inside, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed within her.

“Oh God,” Alan whispered, his voice shaky. “You feel… you feel so good, Lina.”

She didn’t respond, focusing on the sensation of him inside her. It was strange, unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant.

Rock my hips,” Lina instructed, her voice strained. She could feel his hands on her hips, gripping her tightly as he began to move. Lina caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror across the room as Alan’s face a mix of fear and ecstasy as he tried to prolong the experience.

His thrusts were slow and tentative at first, as if he was afraid of hurting her. But as he gained confidence, they became more deliberate, more forceful.

Lina’s breath hitched as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, but a small sound escaped anyway. Alan heard it and paused, his hands tightening on her hips.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“I’m fine,” she lied, her voice strained. “Just… just keep going.”

He obeyed, resuming his thrusts with renewed vigor. Lina could feel herself responding to him despite her best efforts to stay detached. Her body betrayed her, arching into his movements, her breasts swaying with each thrust. She could see their reflection in the mirror across the room as Alan’s thin frame moving behind her, his face flushed with pleasure.

“Lina,” he moaned, his voice breaking. “You’re so… so beautiful.”

She didn’t respond, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples hardened, brushing against the cool fabric of her bra with each movement.

Lina had never been with a virgin before, and she could see how much he was enjoying it, his soft moans filling the room. He pulled her shorts and panties off completely, giving himself more freedom to move. She could feel the heat building inside her, a familiar pressure that she tried to ignore but couldn’t.

Alan's thrusts grew more insistent, his hips slapping against her ass with each stroke. Lina moaned, her hands gripping the bedsheets for support. She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.

"I'm close....I'm so close,  Lina" Alan gasped, his movements becoming jerky.

She nodded, her own breath coming in short gasps. “Just… just finish.”

With a final thrust, Alan buried himself deep inside her, his body shuddering as he came. Lina could feel the warmth of his release through the condom, and she let out a soft moan as her own climax washed over her. Her body trembled, her legs giving out as she collapsed onto the bed.

Alan pulled out slowly, his hands still gripping her hips. He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, before stepping back. Lina lay on the bed, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She could hear Alan fumbling with the condom, disposing of it in the trash can by the bed.

“Thank you, Lina,” he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. “I… I’ll never forget this.”

Lina turned to him, her expression stern. "You promised to keep this a secret," she reminded him. "If anyone finds out, especially Uncle Lim, I'll deny everything. Understand?"

Alan nodded, his eyes wide with fear. "I understand, Lina. I promise, I won't tell a soul."

Alan then dressed quickly, his movements awkward and hurried. He glanced at her one last time before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him. Lina lay there for a long time, staring up at the ceiling. Her body was still humming with pleasure, but her mind was a mess.

She knew she should get up, clean herself off, and go home to Rahim but she's too tired to even pull her shorts and panties back on. She closed her eyes, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on her as she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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Chapter 12: Alan (Act 4)


Lina lay still, her body heavy with exhaustion, the darkness of the room enveloping her like a shroud. The events of the evening weighed on her mind, a tangled mess of emotions she couldn’t yet untangle. She had agreed to a transaction, a one-time deal with Alan, Uncle Lim’s nephew, to ease Rahim's financial burdens. But now, as she stirred awake, she realized the boundaries she had set were being crossed, and she felt powerless to stop it.

Her shorts and panties lay discarded on the floor, and her top was slowly being removed. She felt a gentle tug at her bra, and as it unhooked completely.

Then she noticed the warmth on her chest, a wetness that made her skin tingle. Someone's lips were pressed against her breast, his tongue tracing circles around her nipple.

She opened her eyes to see Alan hovering over her. His thin frame was silhouetted against the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and his eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

She flinched, her hand instinctively rising to push him away. “Alan, stop...what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice hoarse from sleep. “This wasn’t part of the deal.” as she covered her breasts with her arms.

But Alan didn’t listen. His mouth moved lower, his breath hot against her skin.  " For $300, I'm still not satisfied...Lina... I want to fully enjoy you." he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so beautiful, Lina. Look how hard I am...."

She tried to protest again, but his lips were already trailing down her stomach, his hands roaming over her body. She felt exposed, vulnerable, her skin flushing under his touch. “Alan, please,” she pleaded, but her words were weak, drowned out by the growing heat within her.

He didn’t stop. Instead, his mouth found her core, his tongue pressing against her most sensitive spot. She gasped, her hands clutching at the sheets as pleasure surged through her. “No, don’t....” she started, but it was too late. His tongue was relentless, his fingers parting her folds, and she felt herself spiraling toward the edge.

“Alan, stop this at once...” she managed, but her voice broke as her body betrayed her. Her hips arched involuntarily, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She tried to cover herself, to push him away, but he was persistent, his mouth devouring her, his fingers pressing deeper. The orgasm hit her like a wave, tearing a cry from her throat. She trembled, her body convulsing as he drank her in, his lips and tongue leaving her trembling and spent.

Panting, she lay there, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her climax. But there was no time to recover. Alan was already above her, his weight pressing her into the bed. She felt his hardness against her thigh, and panic surged through her. “Alan, wait....” she started, her hands reaching for him, but he pushed them aside, his lips crashing down on hers in a kiss that stole her breath.

“Condom,” she managed to say, her voice a desperate plea. “Please, use a condom.”

But Alan was impatient, his desire overwhelming. “I don’t  have one” he muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. “I need you now.”

She felt him push inside her, his cock sliding past her resistance. Her eyes widened, a mix of fear and arousal flooding her senses. “Alan, please...I don't want to get pregnant" she whispered, but it was too late. He was already moving, his thrusts deep and urgent, his breath hot against her neck.

She surrendered, her body responding despite her protests. His lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, his teeth nipping at her flesh as he moved inside her. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, her body arching to meet his rhythm. He was rough, his hands gripping her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples as he fucked her with a desperation that left her breathless.

“Alan,” she gasped, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. “Slow down....please"

But he didn’t. Instead, he lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders, his thrusts becoming deeper, more relentless. She felt him fill her completely, his cock hitting a spot inside her that made her cry out. Her nails dug into his back, her body trembling as he took her with a ferocity that left her reeling.

“Alan, oowwhhhhh..." she started, but her words were cut off by a moan as he bit down on her neck, his teeth leaving a mark that stung and thrilled her. She was lost in the moment, her body responding to his despite her mind’s protests.

“Cum outside,” she managed to say, her voice a plea. “Please, don’t....”

But it was too late. Alan’s thrusts became erratic, his body tensing as he reached his peak. “Lina,” he groaned, his voice thick with release. She felt him pulse inside her, his seed spilling into her in waves that left her breathless.

She sobbed, her body shaking as he collapsed on top of her, his weight heavy but not unwelcome. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She had wanted to maintain control, to keep things professional, but Alan had taken what he wanted, leaving her raw and exposed.

“I’m so...sorry Lina,” he murmured, his voice soft as he lifted himself off her, his breath still ragged. “I couldn’t help it. You’re too much for me.”

She didn’t respond, her tears falling silently as she stared at the ceiling. The room was dark, but she could feel his eyes on her, his apology hanging in the air. She wanted to be angry, to push him away, but instead, she felt a strange numbness, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter.

Alan rolled off her, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “I shouldn’t have,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “But I couldn’t stop myself.”

She closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with her uneven breaths. “Just go,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, just go.”

He hesitated, his hand lingering on her cheek before he finally stood, pulling on his clothes in silence.

Lina lay there, her body aching, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions. She had wanted to help her husband, to ease their financial burdens, but now she felt more lost than ever. Alan’s apology echoed in her mind, but it didn’t erase the boundaries that had been crossed.

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Chapter 12: Alan (Act 5)


Alan stood shirtless, his chest rising and falling as he watched Lina sprawled on the bed, her body glistening with sweat. He pulled up his briefs and pants, his hands trembling slightly. The experience had been unlike anything he’d ever known. Years of heavy masturbation, four to five times a day over porn, paled in comparison to the raw, primal connection he’d just shared with Lina...twice in a single day.

His gaze lingered on her nude body, his cum still oozing from her pussy. The sight made his cock twitch, despite his exhaustion. He wanted to take her again, to feel her warmth around him one more time. But he hesitated, his nerves getting the better of him. What if she screams? What if she refuses? He knew this might be his last chance, his only opportunity to experience her again.

Swallowing his fear, he undid his pants and briefs once more, letting them fall to the floor. His cock, still limp but eager, twitched as he approached the bed. 

Lina turned her head slightly, her eyes widening in shock as she realized he was still there. “Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. “Leave me alone.” Alan hesitated, his heart pounding. “I promise,” he said nervously, his voice trembling. “This will be the last time.” He knelt beside her, his hand gently caressing her arm before he guided the tip of his limp cock to her lips.

Lina shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “No… I can’t…” But Alan persisted, pushing his cock into her mouth despite her resistance. Her lips parted reluctantly, and he groaned as the warmth of her mouth enveloped him. With each slow, tentative suck and slurp, his cock grew harder, thicker, until it was fully erect. 

He pulled out of her mouth, his breath ragged, and shifted his attention to her breasts. “Your melons,” he murmured, almost reverently, as he positioned himself between them. He slid his cock up and down the soft valley of her cleavage, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. It was his first titfuck, and it felt heavenly.

“Alan....Stop,” Lina pleaded weakly, her voice barely audible. “I can’t… I can’t do this anymore.” Alan nodded, though his body betrayed him. “It’ll be over soon,” he promised, his voice strained.

Without warning, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. Lina cried out, her body trembling as she tried to pull away. “Please, no! I can’t!”

But Alan didn’t listen. He slid his fingers into her pussy, feeling the remnants of his previous release. She was still tight, despite all the times they had fucked today. He squeezed her breasts hard, his hands roaming over her body as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Alan, please…have mercy…” Lina sobbed, her voice barely audible. He ignored her pleas, pushing into her slowly. It was easier this time, the resistance gone after their earlier encounters. He moaned as he buried himself inside her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through him, and he alternated between squeezing her breasts and her ass, savoring every inch of her.

Lina’s cries turned into moans as her body betrayed her once again. She tried to dismount him, but she was too weak, her arms giving out beneath her.

Alan’s thrusts grew more erratic, his hips slamming against hers with less precision as exhaustion began to take its toll. He paused, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his thin frame trembling from the exertion.

What happened next shocked him to his core as Lina’s hips began to move on their own, grinding against his cock in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was pure, unadulterated pleasure, and Alan couldn’t suppress a groan of surprise and delight.

Her body seemed to act independently of her will, driven by a carnal desire that had taken full control. She rocked back and forth, moving in and out of his cock with a rhythm that was both sensual and primal. Lina’s breath came in shallow gasps, her mind a haze of conflicting emotions as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

She barely registered what was happening, her body betraying her silent resolve as it sought its own satisfaction. Encouraged by her involuntary response, Alan found a renewed strength. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he resumed thrusting, harder and faster than before. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Alan’s eyes were wide with astonishment and lust, his shy demeanor replaced by a raw, unbridled hunger.

“Lina,” he moaned, his voice thick with desire. “You’re… you’re incredible. I never expected this… I never thought…” His words trailed off into a guttural groan as he felt his climax approaching. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he drove himself deeper, his cock pulsing inside her.

“I’m going to cum!!!!” With a cry that was almost a scream, Alan unleashed his final thrust, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a force that left him shuddering. He groaned, a deep, thunderous sound that echoed in the room, his release spilling deep inside her. Lina’s body responded in kind, her hips jerking erratically as she reached her own climax, her back arching and her fingers clutching the bedsheets for dear life.

Alan collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. They lay there in silence, the room filled with the scent of sex and sweat. Lina’s tears streamed down her face as she stared at the ceiling, her body and soul utterly spent. Alan reached out to touch her arm, but she flinched away, her heart heavy with regret.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. “I’ll never forget this.”

Lina closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she wondered how she would ever make sense of what had just happened. The darkness of the room seemed to mirror the confusion in her heart, leaving her with more questions than answers.

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Chapter 12: Uncle Lim (Act 10)


Lina sobbed quietly. Her body felt like it had been wrung out, her limbs heavy and unresponsive as she lay sprawled on the floor, still trembling from the last round of fucking. Her mind was a haze of exhaustion and disbelief, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She reached weakly for a towel to cover herself, her hands shaking as she tried to regain some semblance of dignity. Just as she managed to dbang the towel over her naked form, she heard the sound of footsteps retreating.

Her eyes flicked toward the door, and she saw Alan, fully dressed, walking out without so much as a backward glance. Her heart sank as she heard voices outside the room...Alan’s and another man’s, his tone casual, almost boastful.
She strained to listen, her stomach churning with dread.

“How was it?” the other man asked, his voice low and curious.
Alan chuckled, a smug tone in his voice. “The best. I never thought losing my virginity would feel that good. She’s incredible.”

Lina’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was saying. She clutched the towel tighter, her body trembling even more.

“Did you use a condom?” the other man asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Alan hesitated for a moment before replying, “No. I wanted to feel her tightness around my cock. It was worth it.”

The other person sounded shocked. “You came inside her?”
Alan laughed softly. “Yeah. She’s so tight, I couldn’t help it. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Lina’s breath hitched, her mind reeling. She felt violated, used, and utterly helpless. She could hear Alan's voice growing more animated as he recounted the experience.

“She was so wet, so responsive. I thought she’d resist, but once I got going, she just… gave in. It was amazing.”

The other person let out a low whistle. “Sounds like she’s ready for more.”
Alan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Oh yeah, she is. Trust me, she’ll take any cock now.”

Lina’s breath hitched as she heard the door creak open again. She looked up, her eyes widening in shock as Uncle Lim stepped inside, locking the door behind him. He was already undressing, his eyes fixed on her with a hunger that made her skin crawl.

“No… please…” Lina whispered, pulling the towel tighter around her body.

Uncle Lim smirked as he approached her, his gaze raking over her exposed skin. “Look at you,” he said, his voice dripping with lust. “You’ve changed, Lina.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I’m not… I didn’t want this…”
But Uncle Lim wasn’t listening. He yanked the towel away, exposing her naked body once more. His hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. Lina gasped, her body betraying her as a moan escaped her lips.

“That’s it,” Uncle Lim murmured, his mouth descending to her nipples. He sucked and licked them furiously, his hands roaming lower to her pussy. Lina’s legs trembled as he slid a finger inside her, curling it just right to make her cry out.

“Please… stop…” she begged, but her voice was weak, drowned out by the pleasure building inside her.

Uncle Lin pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “Kneel,” he commanded, his voice firm.

Lina hesitated, but the look in his eyes left no room for argument. She slowly lowered herself to her knees, her heart pounding in her chest. Uncle Lim stepped closer, his cock already hard and throbbing in front of her face.

“Suck it,” he ordered, his hand tangling in her hair. Lina opened her mouth reluctantly, taking him in. Her head bobbed up and down as Uncle Lim guided her movements, pushing her to deep throat him. She gagged slightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, but he didn’t stop.

After a few minutes, Uncle Lim pulled back, panting. “Not yet,” he muttered, clearly trying to prolong the experience. He flipped Lina onto her stomach, lifting her ass into the air.

“No… don’t…” Lina pleaded, but Uncle Lim ignored her. He leaned down, his tongue tracing circles around her asshole. She moaned despite herself, her body betraying her once again.

“Stop… please…” she whimpered, but Uncle Lim kept going, his tongue probing deeper.

“You’re going to love this,” he whispered, pouring massage oil onto his cock before positioning himself at her entrance. Lina’s eyes widened in panic.

“No! It’ll hurt!” she cried, but Uncle Lim just smirked.
“It’ll be fine after a few strokes,” he assured her, pushing in slowly.

“It’s too big… it hurts…” she sobbed, but Uncle Lim only chuckled, gripping her hips tightly.

“It’ll feel good soon,” he assured her, thrusting deeper. “You’re so tight… tighter than any prostitute I’ve had.”

Lina’s eyes widened as she realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Condom…” she managed to whisper, but it was too late. He was already buried deep inside her, his cock filling her ass completely.

Uncle Lim groaned, his hands squeezing her breasts as he began to move. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he commanded, his voice filled with admiration. “I never expected you to be like this.”

Lina’s eyes flicked to the mirror across the room, her face flushed with a mix of pain and pleasure as she watches Uncle Lim’s cock plunging into her ass, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. It was both humiliating and arousing, and she hated herself for it.

Lina’s ass felt like it was being torn apart, but the pleasure was undeniable.  “Slow down… please…” she begged, her voice trembling.

Uncle Lin obliged, steadying his strokes to prolong the experience. He squeezed her breasts as he fucked her, his hands roaming over her body as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Lina’s moans filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure as he continued to pound into her.

Enjoy it,” he growled, his hands moved to gripping her hips tightly. “See how much of a slut you’ve become."

Lina’s body was on fire, the sensations overwhelming. She begged him to cum soon, unable to take much more. After what felt like an eternity, Uncle Lim finally let out a guttural groan, emptying himself inside her.

He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from her ass as Lina collapsed on the floor, her body spent and trembling.

For a moment, there was silence except for their heavy breathing. Then Uncle Lim reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, placing it on the bed beside her. “Thank you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “That was the best fuck of my life.”

Lina lay there, speechless and broken, as Uncle Lim got dressed and left the room. She stared at the money on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she realized how far she had fallen.

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Chapter 12: Babu (Act 1)

Lina's body ached as she slowly peeled herself off the stained sheets of Uncle Lim's mattress. Her pussy and ass were sore, the remnants of Uncle Lim and Alan's relentless fucking still leaking from her holes. She could feel the dried cum on her thighs, a grim reminder of the night's events. Her big tits, usually perky and full, felt heavy and bruised from the rough handling. She winced as she stood, her body protesting with each movement. She had to get out of there. She had to get home to Rahim.

The shower was a relief, the hot water washing away the grime and the evidence of her ordeal. She scrubbed her skin raw, trying to erase the memory of Uncle Lim's gnarled hands and Alan's eager dick. She had never felt so used, so violated. But she had no choice. Rahim needed the money, and she had to do what she had to do. Or so she thought.

As she dressed, she could feel the soreness in her ass and pussy. Every step was a reminder of the night's events. She collected the money, the crumpled notes a stark contrast to the pristine white of the massage parlor. She didn't bother locking the place as she left, her mind focused on getting home.

The night was quiet, the streets deserted. She had missed the last bus, and her phone was dead. She knew the shortcut home, a winding path through the outskirts of the city. It would take her about 45 minutes, but she had no choice. She had to get home.

Midway through her journey, she heard a low growl. She turned to see a pack of stray dogs, their eyes glinting in the moonlight. She tried to tiptoe past them, her heart pounding in her chest. But they had seen her, and they were not going to let her pass. They surrounded her, barking and snarling. One of them started to do mock charges at her, its teeth bared. She felt helpless, her body already sore and bruised. She fell to the ground, her pants and shirt torn by the dogs' teeth.

Just as the rest were about to pounce, a stick flew through the air, hitting one of the dogs and dispersing the pack. Lina looked up to see a man, his face dirty and disheveled, his clothes torn and smelling of sweat and dirt. He was a beggar, she could tell. He introduced himself as Babu, a beggar who lived in a makeshift tent nearby.

"Thank you, Babu," Lina said, her voice barely a whisper. She was grateful for his help, but she was also wary. She was alone with a stranger, in the middle of the night, her body sore and bruised. She didn't know what to expect.

Babu, however, seemed to sense her discomfort. He kept his distance, his eyes never leaving her face. "You're welcome"

"You're hurt," he said, his voice rough yet gentle. He moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch her bruised arm. Lina flinched, not the pain.

Babu offered to take Lina to his tent to tend to her wounds, and despite her reservations, she agreed.

The tent was a small, cramped space, barely large enough for two people to sit comfortably. The air inside was thick with the scent of damp earth, sweat, and something unidentifiable...something that made Lina’s nose wrinkle instinctively. The walls were made of tattered tarpaulin, patched in places with scraps of cloth and plastic bags.

A single, flickering lantern hung from a makeshift hook, casting uneven shadows across the space. The floor was strewn with old newspapers, discarded food wrappers, and a threadbare blanket that looked like it had seen better days. Babu shuffled into the tent after her, his movements slow and deliberate. He gestured toward the blanket, his voice raspy but kind. “Sit, sit. You need rest. I’ll find something for your wounds.”

Lina hesitated, her body still trembling from the encounter with the dogs and the events that had unfolded earlier in the night. She was sore, her legs aching, and the bruises on her arms and thighs throbbed with every movement. But there was something about Babu’s presence...something oddly comforting despite his appearance. She lowered herself onto the blanket, wincing as she did so.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “You didn’t have to help me.”

Babu waved her words away with a dismissive gesture, his face softening into a crooked smile. “No one deserves to be hurt like that. Especially not someone as kind as you.”

Lina’s cheeks flushed at his words. She wasn’t used to such direct praise, especially from someone she barely knew. She glanced around the tent again, her eyes landing on a small pile of belongings in the corner...a tin cup, a piece of bread wrapped in newspaper, and a worn-out book.

Babu noticed her gaze and chuckled softly. “Not much, but it’s home. I don’t need much.”
“How do you live like this?” Lina asked before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”

Babu shrugged, his shoulders lifting and falling in a tired motion. “It’s not rude. It’s honest. And honesty is rare these days.” He knelt beside her, pulling a small cloth from his pocket and pouring water from a plastic bottle onto it. “Let me clean those cuts.”

Lina nodded, her breath catching as he gently dabbed at the scbangs on her arms. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his hands calloused but careful.

"You have strong hands," Lina said, breaking the silence.

Babu looked up and smiled. "I've done a lot of hard work in my life," he replied.

She watched him as he worked, noticing the lines etched into his face..lines that spoke of a hard life, a life filled with struggles she couldn’t begin to understand.

“Why do you live alone?” she asked softly, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Bau paused, his hand hovering over her arm for a moment before he continued. “I chose this life. People… they complicate things. I prefer the simplicity of being alone.”

Lina frowned, her heart aching for him. “But doesn’t it get lonely?”
Babu smiled, a sad, distant smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sometimes. But loneliness is better than betrayal.”

The words hung heavy in the air, and Lina felt a pang of guilt. She thought of Rahim, of Uncle Lim, of the events that had brought her here tonight. She wanted to say something to comfort Babu, to explain herself but the words stuck in her throat. Babu finished cleaning her wounds and leaned back, his eyes studying her intently.

"You’re not like most people, Lina. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve been hurt, but you’re still kind. That’s rare.”
Lina looked away, her cheeks burning. “I don’t feel very kind right now.”
Babu chuckled softly, the sound low and raspy. “Kindness isn’t a feeling. It’s a choice. And tonight, you chose to trust me. That takes courage.”

Lina’s throat tightened, and she blinked back tears. She wasn’t sure why Babu’s words affected her so deeply, but they did. Maybe it was the rawness of them, the honesty that seemed to come so easily to him. Or maybe it was the fact that he saw something in her that she wasn’t sure she saw in herself anymore.

The storm outside grew louder, the wind howling against the tent and rain beginning to patter against the tarpaulin. Lina shivered, pulling her torn shirt tighter around her body.
“Here,” Babu said, reaching for the threadbare blanket and dbanging it over her shoulders. “It’s not much, but it’ll keep you warm.”

Lina nodded, pulling the blanket closer. “Thank you. For everything.”
Babu smiled again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You don’t need to thank me. Just promise me one thing.”
“What?” Lina asked, her voice barely audible over the storm.
“Promise me you’ll be kinder to yourself,” he said softly. “You deserve it.”

Lina’s breath caught, and she nodded slowly, her throat too tight to speak. She wasn’t sure if she could keep that promise, but for the first time in a long time, she wanted to try.

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Chapter 13: Babu (Act 2)


The wind howled outside, clawing at the thin fabric of Babu’s makeshift tent like a feral beast. Rain spat through the gaps, leaving cold, wet streaks on the dirt floor. The air inside was damp, heavy with the scent of mildew and earth. Lina sat wrapped in Babu’s blanket, her knees pulled close to her chest.

Her eyes darted around the cramped space...cans of food stacked haphazardly, a makeshift stove, and a small pile of tattered clothes. Babu sat across from her, shivering, his ragged clothes clinging to his thin frame. His hair was a wild tangle, and his face bore the deep lines of a life spent outdoors.

“This weather,” Lina muttered, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s... relentless.”
Babu nodded, rubbing his arms to ward off the chill. “The storm won’t ease anytime soon. Best to stay here until it passes.” Lina glanced at her phone, now dead in her hands. “Do you have a charger? Or... anything I could use?”

Babu shook his head, his eyes downcast. “No, I don’t use those things. Never needed one.”
Lina sighed, her fingers tightening around the blanket. She could feel the cold seeping through the fabric, biting at her skin. “You’re freezing,” she said, noticing how Babu’s teeth chattered.

He gave her a small, sheepish smile. “I’ll be fine. Used to worse.”
Lina hesitated, her gaze softening. “No, you’re shaking. Isn’t there anything we can do?”

Babu paused, his eyes flickering to her briefly before looking away. His voice was hesitant, almost timid. “Well... if you don’t mind, we could... share the blanket. Lie down together. It’d warm us both up.”
Lina’s breath caught for a moment, her cheeks flushing despite the cold. She stared at him, her mind racing. He’s just trying to help, she reminded herself. He’s not like Uncle Lim or Alan. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “Okay.”

Babu’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by her agreement. He moved slowly, carefully, as though afraid to startle her. Lina lay down on her side, the blanket dbangd over her like a cocoon. Babu hesitated for a moment before lying down beside her, his body close but not touching. He pulled the other end of the blanket over himself, and the warmth immediately began to seep between them.

“Thank you,” Babu said softly, his voice barely audible over the storm. “I’ve... never been this close to someone as beautiful as you.”

Lina laughed softly, the sound tinged with bitterness. “I’ve been in worse situations. Trust me, this is... almost comforting.” She paused, her voice lowering. “You saved me tonight. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.”
Babu’s face softened, his eyes glimmering with something unspoken. “You don’t have to thank me. Anyone would’ve done the same.”

Lina shook her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Not anyone. Most people wouldn’t have cared.” She shifted slightly, her gaze locked on his. “Why... why do you live like this? Alone, out here?”

Babu’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as if fighting back a flood of memories. “It’s a long story,” he said finally, his voice heavy. “I had a family once. A good childhood. My mum... she was kind. My dad, too. But when she died, everything changed. My dad turned to drink. He didn’t last long after that.” His voice cracked, and he looked away, his hands clenching into fists. “No one wanted me after he was gone. No relatives, no friends. I ended up on the streets. Learned to beg, to survive. Forty years... I’ve been doing this for forty years.”

Lina’s heart ached as she listened, her stomach twisting into knots. She reached out instinctively, her hand brushing his arm. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “That’s... unimaginable.”

Babu shrugged, though his eyes betrayed the pain he tried to hide. “It’s life. I don’t blame anyone anymore. Fate’s cruel, but it’s... it is what it is.”

The silence between them was thick, broken only by the sound of the rain hammering against the tent. Lina shivered again, the cold creeping deeper into her bones. Babu noticed, his brow furrowing with concern.

“You’re still cold,” he murmured. “Let me... let me hold you. Just to keep us warm.”
Lina’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening. She stared at him, searching his face for any hint of ulterior motive. But all she saw was sincerity, a raw kindness that demanded trust. Slowly, she nodded. “Okay.”

Babu moved closer, his arm sliding gently beneath her as he pulled her towards him. His other arm wrapped around her waist, his body pressing lightly against hers. The warmth between them intensified, a comforting heat that chased away the chill of the storm.

“Is this... okay?” Babu asked, his voice soft, almost tentative.
Lina nodded, her cheeks flushed. “It’s... better.” She hesitated, her voice trembling slightly. “Why are you so kind to me? After everything I’ve been through tonight, I... don’t deserve it.”

Babu’s grip tightened slightly, his breath warm against her ear. “Everyone deserves kindness,” he murmured. “Especially someone like you.”

Lina’s chest tightened, tears welling in her eyes. She buried her face in his chest, her body shaking with suppressed sobs. Babu held her, his touch gentle, his silence speaking volumes.

“What’s bothering you?” he asked after a moment, his voice low. “You seem... troubled.”

Lina swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Tonight... it was... horrible.”
Babu didn’t press further, his hand stroking her back in a slow, soothing motion. He didn’t need to ask. The way she trembled, the way she clung to him...it told him everything he needed to know.

“You’re safe here,” he murmured. “No one’s going to hurt you.” Lina nodded, her breath shaky against his chest. For now, in the warmth of his arms, she felt a fleeting sense of peace, a fragile escape from the storm raging both outside and within her.

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Chapter  13: Babu (Act 3)


The tent was cramped, its walls barely holding against the relentless storm outside. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, musty odor of Babu’s makeshift shelter. A single, flickering lantern cast dim light over the space, illuminating the worn-out blankets and scattered belongings. The sound of rain hammering against the tent’s fabric filled the silence, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo Lina’s racing thoughts.

She sat cross-legged on the edge of the blanket, her torn clothes clinging to her body, damp and cold. Her hands trembled as she held them tightly together, trying to steady herself. Babu knelt beside her, his rough hands carefully tending to the scratches and bruises on her arms. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his gruff exterior softened by the kindness in his eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not ready,” Babu said, his voice low and soothing. “But if it helps to talk, I’m here.”

Lina hesitated, her breath catching as she glanced at him. She wanted to trust him, but the weight of what she’d endured tonight pressed heavily on her chest.

Finally, she whispered, “I just... I wanted to help my husband. His shop...it’s struggling. I thought I could do something, but...” She trailed off, her voice breaking.

Babu nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Sometimes, the world doesn’t give us what we deserve. But that doesn’t mean we stop fighting.”

Lina’s tears spilled over, streaking down her cheeks. “It wasn’t just about the money,” she choked out. “They... they treated me like I was nothing. Like my body was theirs to take....” She cut herself off, unable to say more.

Babu’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “Men like that...they don’t deserve your pain. You’re worth more than they could ever understand.”

Lina wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her voice trembling. “Sometimes, I feel like that’s all anyone sees in me is my body. My husband... he’s no different. He doesn’t understand what I want, what I need.”

Babu’s hand paused on her wrist, his thumb brushing over her skin. “What do you want, Lina?” She looked at him, her eyes searching his. “I want to be seen. I want to matter. And... I want to be a mother. To have a child of my own. But my husband... he couldn’t... He doesn’t care.” Babu’s gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them.

“Sometimes,” he said gently, “you have to take charge of your own life. You can’t wait for someone else to give you what you need.”

Lina let out a shaky breath, his words sinking in. She had always put her husband’s needs before her own, always sacrificed her own desires for the sake of their family. But now, sitting here with Babu, she felt something shift a spark of realization, of courage.

The storm outside showed no sign of letting up, the wind howling through the trees. Babu glanced at the tent walls, then back at Lina. “You’re freezing,” he said quietly. “If this keeps up, you’ll catch a cold.”

Lina wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. “I don’t have a choice. I can’t leave yet.”

Babu hesitated, his brow furrowing. “There’s... one way we can stay warmer. But you might not like it.”

Lina looked at him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “What do you mean?”
He took a deep breath, his voice measured. “If we remove our clothes, we can use them as an extra layer over the blanket. And... skin-to-skin contact would help us stay warm.”

Lina’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. “Babu, I...I can’t...”
“It’s not about anything else,” he said quickly, his tone sincere. “I just don’t want you to get sick. I swear, I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. We’ll just... share body heat.”

Lina stared at him, her heart pounding. She was married, faithful to her husband but the cold was biting, and she couldn’t deny the logic in Babu’s suggestion. Slowly, she nodded. “Okay. But..just warmth. Nothing else.”

Babu gave her a reassuring smile. “Just warmth.” With trembling hands, Lina unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders. She hesitated before unzipping her pants, sliding them down her legs. Beneath, she wore only her bra as her panties had been discarded at the massage parlor, soiled and ruined by the night’s events. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling exposed.

Babu turned away, stripping off his own clothes until he was completely bare. His body was lean and weathered, his skin marked by years of hardship. He settled onto the blanket, holding it open for her. “Come here,” he said softly.

Lina hesitated, then lay down beside him, her back pressed against his chest. His warmth enveloped her instantly, his arms wrapping around her stomach. She could feel his limp cock resting against her ass cheeks, a reminder of the intimacy of their situation. Babu’s breath was warm against her neck, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

They lay in silence for a moment, the storm raging outside. Lina’s heart raced, her body hyper-aware of Babu’s closeness. She tried to focus on the warmth, on the way his arms held her gently, protectively. But there was something else...a flicker of arousal that she couldn’t ignore.

“Babu,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Hmm?” His response was soft, almost a hum against her skin.

“Thank you,” she said, her heart swelling with gratitude. “For... for everything.”
Babu tightened his hold on her, his voice low. “You deserve kindness, Lina. Always remember that.”

She closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. For the first time in a long time, she felt seen not as an object, not as a body, but as a person. And in that moment, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she could take control of her own destiny.