Adultery Lina - Young Massage Therapist Surrender to Desire

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How is Lina as per your imagination?

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Chapter 27: Cinema (Act 14)


Lina leaned against the cinema seat, her head spinning as she tried to steady herself. She took a deep breath, but it didn’t help. Her stomach growled angrily, and she realized she hadn’t eaten all day. This must be why I’m feeling like this, she thought, her hand trembling slightly as she gripped the armrest.

Just as her vision started to blur, a young voice broke through the haze. “Miss, are you okay?”

She turned her head sluggishly to see a teenager standing next to her, his brow furrowed in concern. He held out a granola bar and a bottle of water. “Here, you look like you need this.”

Lina hesitated for a moment before accepting them with a weak smile. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the foreign film still playing on the screen.

She unwrapped the granola bar and took a small bite, the sweetness immediately helping to ground her. The water was cool and refreshing, and she drank it slowly, feeling some of her strength return. After a few minutes, she finally managed to speak again. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

The boy shrugged casually, his eyes flickering with curiosity. “It happens. I’m Rizal, by the way. I work here.”
“Lina,” she replied, her voice steadier now. “Thank you for helping me. I think I just… overdid it today.”

Rizal chuckled lightly. “Well, it’s not every day someone stays behind after the movie ends. I usually just sweep the place to make sure no one’s left.”

Lina felt a pang of guilt but forced a smile. “I guess I lost track of time.”

They fell into a brief conversation, Rizal mentioning he was a high college student working part-time at the cinema. Lina listened politely, though her mind was still racing. Rahim will be home soon, she thought, glancing at her watch. The traffic at this hour would be a nightmare, and she had no idea how she’d explain her absence if he got there first.

As if reading her thoughts, Rizal tilted his head. “Need a ride? I’ve got an electric scooter. Should get you home faster than trying to catch a cab.”

Lina hesitated. The idea of clinging to a teenager on a scooter wasn’t exactly appealing, but she didn’t have much of a choice. “That would be great,” she said reluctantly.

The ride was awkward at first, Lina gripping Rizal’s waist as they weaved through the chaotic traffic. The wind whipped through her hair, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort, not just from the situation, but from the lingering stickiness on her skin, a reminder of what had happened in the bathroom earlier.

At one point, Rizal hit a sharp brake, and Lina crashed into his back, her ample breasts pressing against him for a split second before she pulled away quickly.

“Sorry!” he called over his shoulder, though there was a faint hint of amusement in his voice.

When they finally reached her flat, Lina stepped off the scooter, her legs still a little shaky. “Thank you, Rizal. Really.”
He grinned, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “No problem. You should eat something though. You look like you could use it.”

She laughed nervously, handing him some cash for his trouble despite his protests.
As he pocketed the money, Rizal paused, his tone shifting slightly. “So… do you watch foreign films often? Not many people come for that time slot unless they’re…” He trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.

Lina stiffened, cutting him off quickly. “I’m married,” she said firmly, gesturing to her slight belly. “And pregnant. My husband prefers me to stay home, but I got bored, so… you know.”

Rizal raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, he pulled out his phone. “Well, if you ever want free tickets for upcoming releases, let me know. I’ve got spares.”

She hesitated but eventually gave him her number, knowing it was easier than arguing. Once inside her flat, Lina rushed straight to the shower, scrubbing herself clean as if she could wash away the guilt along with the sweat and other remnants of her earlier encounter. She changed into fresh clothes and started the laundry, her heart still pounding as she tried to calm herself down.

Just as she finished, the door opened, and Rahim walked in, looking exhausted but smiling when he saw her. “Hey, how was your day?” he asked, dropping his bag by the door and loosening his shirt.
Lina forced a smile, hoping her nerves didn’t show. “It was fine,” she said quickly. “How about yours?”

Rahim sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Busy. Had a lot of customers today. All mostly the neighborhood aunties. One of them was flirting with me nonstop. Can you believe that?”

Lina laughed, genuinely this time, the tension easing slightly. “Well, you are quite the catch,” she teased, though her mind was still replaying the events of the afternoon.

They chatted for a bit longer, Rahim recounting the day’s events while Lina listened half-heartedly. He doesn’t suspect anything, she thought with relief as he headed to the kitchen to grab a snack.
But as she sat there, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It's a message from an unknown number. It was Rizal: “Thanks for the company earlier. Let me know if you want those tickets.”

Lina stared at the screen, her stomach churning with unease. She typed out a quick reply: “Thanks, but I don’t think so.” Then, almost as an afterthought, she added: “Please delete my number.”

She put her phone down, trying to push the thoughts out of her mind. But as Rahim leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, whispering something about how much he loved her, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of her secrets pressing down on her chest.

The evening passed quietly, but when they finally went to bed that night, Lina lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The lingering scent of the shower gel clung to her skin, but it didn’t erase the memory of what had happened earlier. Her body still felt alive in a way that made her chest tighten with guilt and longing alike.

Rahim shifted beside her, his breathing steady and calm as he drifted off to sleep. Lina turned to look at him for a moment before reaching for her phone again. There was another message waiting for her and this time from an unrecognizable number: “You left something behind.” Attached was a photo of her earring, lying on the bathroom floor of the cinema.

Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of deleting the text.

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Chapter 27: Cinema (Act 15)


Lina stared at the photo of her earring, her heart thudding unevenly in her chest. The cool glow of her phone screen lit up her face as she bit her lip, her mind racing. She glanced at Rahim, who was now softly snoring beside her, oblivious to the storm brewing in her thoughts. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. Finally, she typed out a simple message: Where did you find it?

The reply came almost instantly. Cinema bathroom. You must’ve dropped it when you were… busy. Lina’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her fingers tightening around her phone. She hadn’t even realized it had fallen out. I can return it, the message continued. If you want.

Lina hesitated. Her first instinct was to say no, to let the earring go and forget about the entire ordeal. But something inside her...a mix of curiosity and guilt...pushed her to respond. Okay. Where?
The Choy Wan park tomorrow afternoon. Wear something… casual.

She swallowed hard, glancing at Rahim again. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Lina set her phone down and exhaled slowly, trying to steady her nerves. It was just an earring, she told herself. Nothing more.

The next afternoon, Lina found herself walking through the park, the autumn leaves crunching beneath her sandals. She had chosen a loose, flowing dress that dbangd over her growing belly, trying to balance comfort with the need to look presentable. Her heart pounded as she spotted Rizal sitting on a bench near the fountain, his scooter parked beside him. He looked younger than she remembered, his messy hair tousled by the breeze, and he was fidgeting with something in his hands, her earring.

“Hey,” he said as she approached, standing up awkwardly. His eyes darted to her face, then quickly away, as if he wasn’t sure where to look.
“Hi,” Lina replied, forcing a small smile. “Thanks for finding my earring.”
“No problem,” Rizal said, holding it out to her. His fingers brushed hers briefly as she took it, and he pulled his hand back quickly, as if he’d been burned. “I, uh… I saw it after you left. Thought you might want it back.”

Lina nodded, slipping the earring into her pocket. “Yeah, I didn’t even realize I’d lost it. Thanks again.”
There was a moment of silence as they stood there, the sound of the fountain filling the air. Lina shifted uncomfortably, her hands resting on her stomach. Rizal’s gaze flicked downward for a split second before he looked away again.

“So… you’re pregnant,” he said abruptly, then immediately winced. “Sorry. That was rude. I just… noticed.”
Lina laughed softly, trying to ease the tension. “Yeah, six months along.”
“Congrats,” Rizal said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Is it… is it your first?”
“Yeah,” Lina replied, nodding. “It’s been… an experience.”

“I bet,” Rizal said, his voice softer now. He hesitated, then added, “You look really good, though. Like… healthy, you know?”
Lina felt a faint blush creep up her neck. “Thanks.”

Another silence followed, heavier this time. Rizal seemed to be struggling with something, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Finally, he blurted out, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Lina said cautiously.
“That day at the cinema… are you okay? I mean, you seemed kind of… upset when I found you.”

Lina’s stomach twisted. That memory was still raw, and she hadn’t expected him to bring it up. “I’m fine,” she said quickly. “Just… a long day.”
Rizal nodded, but he didn’t look convinced. “Okay. Just… if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

Lina studied him for a moment, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. He seemed so young, so earnest, and yet there was something in his eyes that made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t anticipated. “Thanks,” she said quietly.
“So…” Rizal shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly unsure of how to proceed. “Do you want to sit for a bit? Or… I mean, if you have to go…”

Lina hesitated, glancing around the park. There weren’t many people around, and the bench by the fountain looked inviting. “Sure,” she said finally. “Just for a little while.”

They sat down together, the distance between them just enough to be polite but not so much that it felt uncomfortable. For a while, they just watched the water cascade into the fountain, the sound soothing but not quite enough to dispel the growing tension between them.

“You seem… different,” Rizal said after a while, his voice low. “Not in a bad way. Just… calmer, I guess.”
Lina glanced at him, surprised. “Calmer?”
“Yeah. Like… you’re not worried about what people think anymore.”
She laughed softly, shaking her head. “I wish that were true.”
Rizal shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems like you’re… more yourself now.”

Lina didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just nodded and looked back at the fountain. But she could feel Rizal’s gaze on her again, lingering longer than it should have.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked suddenly.
“Sure,” Lina said, though her heart began to race again.

Rizal took a deep breath, his fingers drumming nervously on his knees. “I’ve never really… been with anyone before. Like, at all.”
Lina turned to look at him, her eyebrows raised. “Really?”
He nodded, his cheeks turning pink. “Yeah. I mean… I’ve kissed someone once, but that’s it.”

Lina wasn’t sure what to say to that. She hadn’t expected him to open up like this, and it made her feel both flattered and uneasy. “That’s… normal,” she said finally, trying to sound reassuring.
“I guess,” Rizal said with a shrug. “But sometimes it feels like everyone else just… knows what they’re doing, and I’m just… lost.”

Lina felt a pang of sympathy for him. She remembered what it was like to feel that way...young and uncertain and full of questions that no one seemed willing to answer. “It’s not as glamorous as people make it seem,” she said gently.
Rizal laughed softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, I figured.”

They fell silent again, but the air between them felt charged now, as if something unspoken lingered just beneath the surface. Lina glanced at Rizal out of the corner of her eye, noting the way his jaw tightened and relaxed as he stared at the fountain.

“Do you ever…” Rizal started, then stopped himself, his voice trailing off.
“Do I ever what?” Lina prompted.
He hesitated, then shook his head. “Never mind.”
Lina tilted her head slightly, studying him. “What is it?”
Rizal sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just… I don’t know how to say it without sounding weird.”
“Try me.”

He looked at her then, his dark eyes searching hers for a moment before he spoke. “Do you ever feel like… like there’s this whole side of life you’re missing out on? Like everyone else is living this… bigger story, and you’re just watching from the sidelines?”

Lina felt a lump form in her throat. The question hit closer to home than she cared to admit. “Sometimes,” she said softly.
Rizal nodded, as if he’d expected that answer. “Yeah. Me too.”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words, the tension between them growing heavier by the second. Lina could feel her pulse quickening as Rizal shifted closer on the bench, his arm brushing against hers.

“Lina…” Rizal began hesitantly

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Chapter 28: Cinema (Act 16)


Rizal’s voice broke the heavy silence, his tone soft but tinged with curiosity. “Can you feel the baby moving yet?”
Lina blinked, caught off guard by the question. She placed a hand on her belly instinctively, as if the motion could shield her from the intimacy of his inquiry. “Yes,” she admitted after a pause, her voice quiet. “It’s faint, but it’s there.”
Rizal’s eyes lit up with a childlike excitement, his lips curving into a small smile. “Wow… that’s amazing. Have you..uh...have you felt it move today?”

She nodded, her fingers tracing an absentminded circle over her stomach. “Just a little while ago, actually. It’s like… tiny flutters. Like butterflies but… deeper.”

Rizal leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on her belly as if he could see the movements through her sweater. “That’s incredible,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then, hesitantly, he added, “Do you think… I mean, would it be weird if I....” He trailed off, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

Lina raised an eyebrow, already guessing where this was going. “If you… what?”
He swallowed hard, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. “If I could… touch your belly? Just to feel it? I’ve never been this close to a pregnant woman before. It’s kind of… fascinating.”

Lina hesitated, caught between politeness and the sudden awareness of how invasive the request felt. “I don’t know, Rizal,” she said slowly, her voice tinged with unease. “The movements are still really faint. You probably wouldn’t feel anything. Maybe in a few months.”

Rizal’s face fell slightly, but he nodded quickly, as if trying to mask his disappointment. “Oh, right. Yeah, of course. That makes sense.”

There was an awkward pause before he suddenly perked up again, a new idea sparking in his eyes. “Hey, do you have time to grab coffee or something? There’s a café just around the corner. My treat. I just got paid, so…” He shrugged, trying to sound casual, but there was a hopeful edge to his voice that made it impossible to ignore.

Lina glanced at her watch, her mind racing for an excuse. “I should probably get going,” she said, her tone apologetic but firm. “I’ve got errands to run, and Rahim’s expecting me.”
“Please?” Rizal interjected, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “I don’t have many friends, Lina. I’m kind of… a loner, I guess. It’d be nice to just talk for a bit.”

The vulnerability in his words struck a chord in her, and before she could stop herself, Lina found herself nodding. “Okay,” she said reluctantly. “But just for a little while.”

The café was small and cozy, with warm lighting and the faint aroma of freshly baked pastries lingering in the air. They found a table in the corner, away from the handful of other patrons. Rizal ordered a cappuccino and a slice of chocolate cake; Lina opted for herbal tea and a croissant.
As they settled into their seats, Rizal leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “So, how are you coping with the pregnancy? Is it… hard?”

Lina sipped her tea, considering the question. “It’s different,” she admitted. “Some days are easier than others. The fatigue is the worst part right now.”
Rizal nodded sympathetically. “I can’t even imagine. But you seem like you’re handling it well.”

She gave him a small smile. “Thanks. It’s not always easy, but… I’m managing.”
The conversation shifted then, drifting into lighter topics at first...Rizal’s job, his hobbies, his lack of a social life. But soon, the tone grew more personal.
“Do you think it’s weird that I’ve never had a girlfriend?” Rizal asked abruptly, his voice tinged with insecurity.

Lina hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Not necessarily,” she said carefully. “You’re still young. There’s plenty of time.”

He frowned, stirring his cappuccino absently. “But I feel so behind, you know? Like everyone else has already figured things out, and I’m just… stuck.”
Lina studied him for a moment, her expression softening. “You’re not stuck, Rizal. Relationships take time. And honestly, it’s better to wait for the right person than to rush into something just because you feel like you’re supposed to.”

He looked up at her then, his gaze earnest. “When did you find your first boyfriend?”
The question caught her off guard once again, but she answered anyway. “I was about your age, actually. Maybe a little younger.”
“And… what was that like? Your first relationship?” He was leaning forward now, his curiosity palpable.

Lina hesitated, unsure how much to share. “It was… sweet,” she said finally. “We were both inexperienced, so it was kind of awkward at times. But it was nice to have someone to talk to and spend time with.”
Rizal nodded slowly, as if filing away every word. “When did you first… you know…” He trailed off, his cheeks turning pink.
Lina raised an eyebrow. “When did we first what?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh… hold hands? Or… kiss?”
She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his nervousness. “Holding hands was pretty early on. The first kiss… well, that took a little longer.”
“How long?” Rizal pressed, his eyes wide with fascination.
“A few weeks,” Lina admitted, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that this line of questioning was crossing a line.

But Rizal wasn’t done yet. “And… what about sex?” he asked bluntly, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Lina’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing. “Rizal…”
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, holding up his hands in apology. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… I don’t really have anyone else to ask these things, you know? And I thought… maybe you could help me understand.”

She exhaled slowly, torn between discomfort and a strange sense of responsibility. “It’s… complicated,” she said finally, choosing her words with care. “Everyone’s experience is different. For me, it happened when I was ready—when I felt comfortable and safe with my partner.”

Rizal nodded thoughtfully, his expression serious now. “Was it… scary? Or painful?”
Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around her teacup. “A little,” she admitted quietly. “But it gets better with time and experience.”

He opened his mouth to ask another question, but Lina cut him off gently. “Rizal,” she said firmly, “this is starting to feel a little too personal.”
He looked chastened immediately, his shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

There was another awkward silence before Rizal spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… I don’t want to mess things up when it finally happens for me.”

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Chapter 28: Cinema (Act 17)


Lina shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her cheeks flushing as Rizal’s words hung in the air. She took a slow sip of her tea, trying to buy herself a moment to think. How do I even respond to that? she wondered, feeling a mix of pity and awkwardness.

“Rizal,” she began carefully, her voice soft but firm, “you’re young. You have so much time to figure things out. Sex isn’t everything, you know. There’s more to life than… well, that.”

He frowned, his brows knitting together as he leaned forward slightly. “But everyone else is already doing it,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “My friends, they… they talk about it all the time. They tease me for being ‘inexperienced.’ One of them even said I must have a....” He cut himself off, his face turning a deep shade of red.
Lina’s eyes widened slightly. “Said what?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer.

Rizal avoided her gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the table. “They said I probably have a small… you know.” His voice was barely audible now, laced with shame.

Lina exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. This is way beyond my pay grade, she thought, but she couldn’t bring herself to shut him down completely. “Rizal,” she said gently, “those are just words. People say stupid things when they’re trying to act tough. It doesn’t mean anything.”

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and hope. “But how do I know? How do I know if…” He trailed off, clearly struggling to find the right words.
Lina hesitated, her mind racing. This conversation was veering into territory she hadn’t anticipated. She licked her lips nervously before speaking. “Have you ever… explored on your own?” she asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rizal blinked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
She cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks burn. “You know…self love...errr....masturbation”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Then, slowly, he shook his head. “No,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t even know how.”

Lina nearly choked on her tea, setting the cup down quickly to avoid spilling it. This is not happening, she thought, but something in his earnest expression kept her from shutting the conversation down entirely. She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “It’s… it’s a natural thing,” she began awkwardly. “It’s a way to relieve stress and… curiosity.”

He stared at her intently, his curiosity piqued. “How does it work?” he asked innocently.

Lina felt a wave of panic wash over her. How do I explain this without making it weird? She glanced around the café, grateful that no one seemed to be paying attention to them. “Well,” she started slowly, her voice low, “it’s about… touching yourself. In a way that feels good.”
Rizal frowned slightly, still looking confused. “But how?”

Lina’s mind raced. She felt completely out of her depth, but she couldn’t bring herself to abandon the conversation now. Spotting a fork on the table, she picked it up, holding it carefully. “Okay,” she said, her voice faltering slightly, “imagine this is, uh… you know.”

His eyes flicked between her face and the fork, and Lina could see the realization dawning on him. He nodded slowly, his cheeks flushing.

She took a deep breath, feeling utterly ridiculous but pressing on nonetheless. “You start slow,” she explained, moving the fork in a careful, deliberate motion. “And then… you can go faster if it feels right. Just… don’t rush it.”

Rizal watched intently, his eyes wide with fascination. “Is that how it works?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lina nodded, setting the fork down quickly and wiping her hands on her napkin as if it had suddenly become contaminated. “Yes,” she said firmly, trying to regain some semblance of control over the conversation. “But it’s important not to overdo it. Maybe… three times a week at most. And use lotion or something to reduce friction.”

Rizal nodded slowly, absorbing the information like a sponge. “I didn’t know it was that simple,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. Then, after a brief pause, his brow furrowed slightly as another question surfaced. “But… how do I, um, get… turned on? Like, what makes it happen?”

Lina’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she felt her palms grow clammy. Why did I start this conversation? she thought miserably. She cleared her throat, her voice trembling slightly as she replied. “Well… you can watch, uh, movies. Not porn!” she added hastily, holding up a hand as if to stop him from jumping to conclusions. “Just… regular movies with romantic or… intimate scenes. Something you’ve already seen before. Or you could look at pictures in magazines like models or actresses dressed… nicely.” She winced internally, hoping she wasn’t leading him down a path she couldn’t control.
He tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “Pictures? Like in fashion magazines?”

“Yes,” Lina said quickly, nodding. “Or maybe… from the internet. But not porn,” she emphasized again, her voice firm despite her embarrassment. “Just… something that, uh, inspires your imagination.” She swallowed hard, feeling like she was walking a tightrope between being helpful and oversharing.
Rizal’s eyes widened slightly. “Imagination?”

She nodded, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “Yes. You can imagine… scenarios in your mind. That can help you get… you know, an erection. Once that happens, you can start.”
He blinked, processing her words slowly. “Oh,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with realization. “That makes sense.”

Lina forced a small smile, though her face felt like it was on fire. “Just… don’t get too carried away,” she cautioned, trying to sound calm and collected despite the storm of awkwardness swirling inside her. “It’s supposed to be… natural and not too extreme.”

He nodded again, looking both fascinated and slightly overwhelmed. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I think I understand now.”

Lina let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Good,” she said, her voice strained. “Just… take it slow, okay? And don’t let anyone pressure you into something you’re not ready for.”


Rizal looked up at her, his expression softening. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “For telling me all this. I… I feel better knowing I’m not completely clueless.”
She gave him a small nod, though her heart was still racing. “You’re welcome,” she said, her voice strained. Inside, she was screaming at herself for even entertaining this conversation.

There was a moment of silence before Rizal spoke again, his voice tentative. “Do you think… maybe you could show me again? Just to make sure I understand?”
Lina froze, her mind going blank. “What?” she managed to choke out.

He looked at her with those innocent eyes, completely unaware of the awkwardness he was creating. “Not with you! Just… maybe with the fork again?”
She let out a nervous laugh, grabbing her teacup to hide her face behind it. “I think you’ve got it figured out,” she said quickly, her voice higher-pitched than usual.

Rizal seemed to sense her discomfort and nodded, sitting back in his seat. “Right,” he said, his tone apologetic. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Lina took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. “It’s fine,” she lied. “Just… remember what I said, okay? And focus on other things too. college, hobbies, your future.”

He nodded again, though there was a hint of disappointment in his expression. “I will,” he promised.
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken tension. Lina felt like she needed to escape the conversation before it took another unexpected turn. “I should probably get going,” she said abruptly, standing up and grabbing her bag.

Rizal looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise. “Already?”
She forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “Yeah, I have some errands to run,” she lied smoothly. “But thanks for meeting me.”

He stood up as well, nodding awkwardly. “Thanks for… everything.”
Lina gave him a quick nod before turning and walking away, her heart still pounding in her chest. As she stepped out of the café and into the cool evening air, she let out a long, shaky breath.

What just happened? she thought, pressing a hand to her forehead as if that would help clear her mind. She felt equal parts relief and dread relief that the conversation was over, and dread at the thought of what might come next.

But as she walked down the street, replaying the conversation in her mind, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d opened a door she wasn’t prepared to step through.

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Chapter 28: Cinema (Act 18)


Lina’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, breaking the silence of the empty house. She glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Rizal’s name. For a moment, she considered ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of her. She unlocked her phone and read the message.

“I did it, Lina. I masturbated. Just like you said...slowly, imagining things. It… it worked.”

Her cheeks flushed as she quickly typed back. “Good for you.” She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Before she could send another message telling him to stop contacting her, his next text popped up.

“I got tickets for a special Bollywood screening tomorrow afternoon. It’s my way of thanking you. I’ll even take you home on my bike afterward to avoid traffic.”

Lina stared at the screen, her mind racing. It sounded harmless enough. And yet, something about it made her uneasy. But before she could overthink it, she typed back, “Okay. 2 pm tomorrow.”

The next day, Lina arrived at the cinema right on time. She spotted Rizal waiting at the entrance, his hands shoved into his pockets as he smiled nervously at her. “Hi,” he said, his voice a little shaky. “Ready for the movie?”

“Sure,” she replied, forcing a smile. “Which hall is it?”
“This way,” he said, leading her through the maze of corridors. They reached a smaller hall, and Lina frowned when she noticed there was no one at the ticket scanner.
“How come we don’t need to scan tickets?” she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

“Oh, it’s a special screening,” Rizal said casually. “Staff benefits.”
Lina nodded, though her unease grew as they entered the dimly lit hall. It was completely empty. She glanced around, her stomach twisting. “Why is no one else here?”

“Must be a niche movie,” Rizal said, shrugging. “Not everyone knows about these screenings.”

Lina sat down in one of the plush seats, her arms crossed over her chest. Rizal excused himself to get popcorn and drinks, leaving her alone for a few minutes. When he returned, he handed her a drink and placed the popcorn between them.

“So… what’s this movie about?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“It’s… uh… a drama,” he said, avoiding her gaze. “You’ll see.”

The lights dimmed, and the movie started. At first, it seemed like a typical Bollywood film with bright colors, dramatic music, and exaggerated acting. But then the first kissing scene came on, and Lina shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The camera lingered on the actors’ lips, the sound of their moans filling the small hall.

“This is… intense,” Lina muttered, glancing at Rizal out of the corner of her eye.
“It’s normal these days,” he said quickly, his voice a little too high-pitched.

The scene escalated quickly, the hero peeling off the heroine’s dress as they moved into a simulated sex scene. Lina’s eyes widened, her face flushing as the sounds of heavy breathing and moans surrounded her. “What is this?” she hissed, turning to Rizal.

He didn’t respond. When she looked at him, her stomach dropped. His pants were unzipped, his hand stroking his limp cock as he stared at the screen.
“Rizal!” she snapped, her voice sharp with disgust. “What the hell are you doing?”
He froze, his hand still gripping himself as he turned to her. “I… I need your help,” he stammered, his face red with shame. “I tried masturbating like you said, but I couldn’t… you know… get hard. So I thought if I watched this with you…”

“You thought what?” Lina interrupted, standing up abruptly. “This whole thing was a setup? I’m leaving.”
“Wait!” Rizal pleaded, grabbing her arm. “Please, Lina. I didn’t mean to trick you. I just… I don’t know what to do. You’re the only one who can help me.”

She yanked her arm away, but something about the desperation in his voice made her hesitate. She looked down at him, his cock still small and flaccid in his hand. “What happens if someone comes in?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
“I locked the doors,” he said quickly. “No one will disturb us.”

Lina sat back down reluctantly, her heart pounding in her chest. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “But you keep your hands to yourself. Understand?”
He nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with gratitude. “Thank you, Lina.”

She turned back to the screen, trying to ignore the moans coming from the speakers. “Okay,” she said tightly. “Start slow. Watch the scene and imagine… things.”

Rizal obeyed, his hand moving slowly over his cock as he focused on the screen. But after a few minutes, nothing had changed. He looked up at her helplessly. “It’s not working.”

Lina sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You have to imagine something that excites you. A fantasy or… or someone you like.”
“I don’t have anyone,” he admitted quietly. “Except… maybe… you.”
Her head whipped around to face him. “Absolutely not,” she said firmly.
He looked down at his lap, his shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Fine,” she interrupted, cutting him off. “Just… pretend it’s me if it helps. But keep your hands to yourself.”

Rizal nodded eagerly, turning his attention back to the screen. His hand began moving again as he spoke softly, almost to himself. “I’m kissing you… touching your breasts…” His cock twitched slightly, and Lina’s eyes widened as she saw it start to grow.

“That’s it,” she said quietly, encouraging him despite herself. “Keep going.”
He continued stroking himself as his breathing grew heavier. “I’m licking your thighs… your pussy…” His cock was fully erect now, and Lina couldn’t help but notice it was a decent size. But just as he seemed to be getting close, it began to soften again.

Rizal groaned in frustration, his hand tightening around himself as he tried to bring it back to life. “What am I doing wrong?”

Lina hesitated, her own body betraying her as she felt a strange warmth building between her legs. The movie’s new scene unfolded before her, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The pregnant heroine was in the kitchen, wearing a loose dress that clung to her curves. Her younger brother-in-law entered, his face flushed with desperation. He pleaded with her, his voice trembling. “I’m so lonely. Please, just… let me feel something. Just this once.”

The heroine hesitated, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. “This is wrong,” she whispered, but the brother-in-law persisted, his hand reaching out to touch hers. “Just a stroke, please. I can’t take it anymore.” The heroine sighed, her resistance crumbling as she reached for his cock. Lina’s breath hitched as the camera zoomed in on the woman’s trembling hand wrapping around his shaft, slowly beginning to stroke.

Rizal’s breathing grew heavier beside her, his hand moving furiously over his own cock. Lina glanced at him, her heart pounding as she saw his erection straining against his hand. His eyes were glued to the screen, his lips moving faintly as he muttered her name under his breath.
“Lina… Lina…”

The scene escalated quickly. The brother-in-law tugged at the heroine’s dress, pulling it down to reveal her swollen breasts. He buried his face between them, sucking and licking with a hunger that made Lina’s skin prickle. The heroine moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she gave in to the pleasure. Then, the camera panned lower, capturing the brother-in-law kneeling before her, his tongue delving into her wet pussy. Lina squirmed in her seat, her own arousal growing uncontrollably.

“Oh my god,” Rizal whispered, his voice strained. He was stroking himself faster now, his hand slick with precum. “Lina… I’m so close…”

But Lina’s attention was fixed on the screen. The heroine was now on her knees, taking the brother-in-law’s cock into her mouth. The explicit details were too muchwith her lips wrapped around him, the sounds of suction filling the cinema.

Lina felt her own pussy throbbing, a wetness spreading between her thighs. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as the scene shifted to the brother-in-law thrusting into the heroine in missionary position, then flipping her over for doggystyle.

“Fuck,” Rizal groaned, his voice breaking. “Lina… please… I need to cum.” He was panting now, his strokes frantic. But despite his efforts, he still couldn’t reach the edge. Lina glanced at him, torn between disgust and something darker, something she didn’t want to admit.

The movie reached its climax literally as the brother-in-law pulled out and came all over the heroine’s breasts. The sight was so visceral, so raw, that Lina had to press her thighs together to suppress the ache building inside her. Rizal slumped back in his seat, his cock still hard and dripping. He looked at her with desperate eyes.
“Lina… I can’t do it without you.”

She swallowed hard, her body thrumming with a mix of shame and desire. She didn’t know what to say or what to do. The heat between her legs was unbearable, and the memory of Rizal’s whispered fantasies lingered in her mind like a forbidden temptation.

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Chapter 28: Cinema (Act 19)


Lina jolted from her seat as she remembered her vows and marriage with Rahim. Her heart clenched with guilt, and she quickly shook off the haze of the moment. "Rizal, this isn’t right," she said firmly, pulling her hands away. "I can’t do this. I’m sorry, but I need to leave!!"

Rizal’s face crumpled, defeat etched into every line. He nodded weakly, his voice barely a whisper. "I understand. I… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable."

Lina stood, smoothing her dress and avoiding his gaze. "It’s not just about me. This whole situation feels… wrong. I feel humiliated being put in this position."
Rizal’s cheeks burned with shame as he hastily redid his pants. "I’m sorry," he muttered again, his voice thick with regret. "Let me just… turn off the projector. Wait outside, okay?"

Lina agreed quietly, stepping out of the cinema and into the cool night air. Her mind raced, torn between pity for Rizal and the gnawing guilt of what she had almost allowed to happen. When Rizal reappeared, he wordlessly led her to his motorcycle.

The ride to her flat was silent, the only sound the hum of the engine. Lina held onto his waist lightly for support, her thoughts a tangled mess. When they arrived at her block, she dismounted awkwardly and turned to him. "Rizal," she began gently, "don’t rush things. They’ll happen naturally when the time is right. Just… be patient."

He nodded, but his eyes were hollow, pitiful. As she turned to walk away, he called out suddenly, "Lina, wait! Can I use your bathroom? It’s a long ride back, and I…"
She hesitated, then nodded out of pity. "Alright. Come in."

Inside her flat, Rizal glanced around awkwardly, marveling at the small but cozy space. Lina pointed him to the bathroom and stepped aside, busying herself with tidying up. Fifteen minutes passed, and he still hadn’t emerged. Concerned, she called out, "Rizal? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," he replied, his voice strained. "Just… a bit longer."

Lina frowned, pressing her ear to the door. The faint sound of grunting and rhythmic stroking sent a wave of disgust through her. She knocked sharply. "Rizal! Come out now!!!!"

He emerged moments later, looking sheepish and defeated. She sat him down on the sofa, her voice stern. "This behavior is unacceptable, Rizal. Do you hear me? You can’t keep doing this."

He apologized profusely, his voice breaking. "I just… I can’t live like this anymore. I’m so alone, so humiliated…"
Lina tried to reason with him, her tone softening slightly, but before she could finish, Rizal suddenly bolted toward the kitchen. Her heart sank as she realized what he might be after.

Lina’s heart pounded as she stood in the kitchen, her hands trembling as Rizal gripped the knife. His eyes were wild, desperate, and she could see the weight of his humiliation crushing him. The air felt thick, suffocating, as she stepped closer, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

“Rizal, please,” she said softly, her words trembling on the edge of a plea. “Put the knife down. We can figure this out. I’ll help you, but not like this.”

His chest heaved, his knuckles white around the handle. “You don’t understand,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I can’t live like this anymore. I’m a fucking joke.”

“You’re not a joke,” Lina insisted, her tone firmer now. She took another step, her hand outstretched. “But if you do this, there’s no going back. Please, trust me. Put it down.”

For a long moment, he hesitated, his gaze flickering between her face and the blade in his hand. Then, with a defeated sigh, he dropped the knife onto the counter. It clattered loudly, the sound echoing in the small kitchen. Lina quickly grabbed it and locked it in a drawer before turning back to him.

“Come on,” she said gently, guiding him by the arm toward the bedroom. “Sit down.”
Rizal obeyed without protest, sinking onto the edge of the bed. His shoulders slumped, his head hanging low. Lina could feel the tension radiating from him, the shame and frustration that had driven him to such a desperate act. She sat beside him, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to help him without crossing lines she couldn’t uncross.

“Rizal,” she began carefully, “this isn’t about just… physical stuff. It’s deeper than that. But if you want my help, I need you to trust me. And you need to promise me you won’t hurt yourself. Ever.”

He nodded miserably, though his voice was barely a whisper. “I promise.”
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. “Okay. I’m going to help you with… this. But it’s only this one time. Understand?”

His head shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Really? You’ll… you’ll help me?”
“Yes,” she said, though her stomach churned with guilt. “But we’re doing it my way. No more knives, no more… desperation. Just calm down and listen to me.”

Rizal nodded eagerly, his hands fidgeting in his lap. Lina stood and fetched a bottle of oil from the bathroom, praying silently that she wasn’t making a terrible mistake. When she returned, she sat beside him again and placed the bottle on the bed.

“Okay,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I’m going to teach you a technique called Batin massage. It’s used to improve circulation and… well, help with things like this. But you need to relax and let me guide you.”

She watched as he undid his pants, his hands shaking slightly. When he pushed them down around his thighs, she focused on keeping her expression neutral, though her heart raced at the sight of his flaccid cock resting against his thigh. It was smaller than she expected, but she knew that didn’t matter, this wasn’t about size or performance. It was about helping him feel whole again.

Lina warmed the oil between her hands, the fragrant scent filling the room as she rubbed her palms together. She glanced at Rizal, who was staring at her with a mix of awe and nervousness.

“Close your eyes,” she instructed softly. “Just focus on your breathing.”

He obeyed, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he tried to calm himself. Lina reached out slowly, her fingers brushing against his soft flesh before wrapping gently around him. He flinched at her touch, his breath hitching.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice soothing. “Just relax.”

She began to massage him slowly, her fingers moving in small circles around the base of his cock. The oil made her touch slick, and she could feel him stirring slightly under her ministrations. She increased the pressure gradually, her fingers working their way up his shaft in a rhythmic motion.

Rizal let out a low groan, his hips instinctively bucking into her hand. “Lina… it feels… so good.”

“Shh,” she whispered, keeping her focus on the task at hand. “Just let it happen.”
Her strokes became more deliberate as she worked to stimulate the blood flow to his cock. It began to grow in her hand, hardening steadily as she continued the massage. She could feel the tension in his body easing, his breathing becoming more even.

“See?” she said softly, her thumb swirling over the tip of his cock. “It’s working.”
He groaned again, his hands gripping the bedsheet tightly. “I… I can feel it. It’s like… it’s like it’s waking up.”

Lina smiled faintly, though her own heart was pounding. She shifted closer, her other hand joining in to cradle his balls gently as she continued to stroke him. His cock was fully erect now, thick and warm in her hand, and she could feel every pulse of his heartbeat through it.
“Rizal,” she said, her voice low and steady. “You’re doing great. Just keep focusing on how it feels.”

He moaned softly, his hips lifting off the bed as she quickened her pace. Her hands moved with purpose now, slick with oil and gliding effortlessly over his length. She could see him losing himself in the sensation, his body trembling with pleasure.

“Lina…” he gasped, his voice trembling. “I think… I think I’m going to…”

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Chapter 29: Cinema (Act 20)


Lina’s heart raced as she realized what she was doing. The image of her and Rahim in their bedroom flashed before her eyes, and guilt washed over her like a cold wave. She yanked her hand back from Rizal’s cock, her breath shaky. “Rizal… I...I think we’ve gone too far,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “You should… finish this yourself.”

Rizal groaned, his hips twitching as his erection began to fade. “W-what? No, Lina, please… I was so close!” His voice cracked with desperation as he reached for her hand, but she pulled away, shaking her head.

“No, Rizal. This isn’t right. I… I can’t.” She stood up, wiping her oil-slicked hands on a nearby towel, avoiding his gaze. She could see the disappointment etched across his face, his cock now softening in front of her eyes.

He tried to take matters into his own hands, gripping himself tightly, but his body betrayed him. “Why… why is this happening?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. His cock was almost flaccid now, and panic crept into his eyes. “Please, Lina… help me. I can’t do this alone.”

Lina sighed, her guilt warring with her pity for him. She knew she’d gone too far, but leaving him like this felt cruel. Reluctantly, she sat back down beside him, her fingers hesitating before she reached for him again. “Okay… but just this once, Rizal. Understand?”

He nodded eagerly, his breathing shallow as she tried to revive his arousal. Her fingers wrapped around him softly, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. But it was no use, his cock remained lifeless in her hand.

She tried touching his balls, massaging
them gently, but nothing seemed to work.
“I’m sorry, Rizal,” she whispered, her voice filled with regret. “It’s not working.”
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked away, ashamed. “I was so close… I’ve never felt that before. I just… I wanted to know what it was like.”

Lina’s heart ached at his vulnerability. She cursed herself for letting things go this far. If only I’d made him cum just now, she thought. But now, she felt responsible for him. “Stand up,” she said softly, her voice firm despite her inner turmoil.

Rizal obeyed, standing awkwardly beside the bed. Lina motioned for him to sit next to her, patting the space beside her. “Put your arm around me,” she instructed, trying to keep her voice steady. “And… imagine you’re holding me like you want to. Let yourself feel it.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders hesitantly, his touch tentative at first. Lina reached for him again, her fingers wrapping around his soft cock as she began to stroke him slowly. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Think about… whatever makes you feel good.”

Rizal’s breathing deepened as he followed her instructions. His free hand wandered nervously to her chest, brushing against her blouse. “Can I…” he hesitated, his voice barely audible. “Can I touch you?”

Lina stiffened, but before she could respond, his fingers were already exploring the curve of her breast over the fabric of her blouse. She bit her lip, torn between stopping him and letting him continue. His touch was clumsy but eager, and she could feel his cock stirring in her hand.

“They’re… so big,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. His fingers squeezed gently, exploring the fullness of her breasts through the thin material. Lina’s breath hitched as a shiver ran down her spine. She hadn’t expected to feel anything from this, but the warmth of his touch was undeniably arousing.

“Rizal…” she said hesitantly, her voice trembling. “That’s enough.”
But he wasn’t listening anymore. Emboldened by her lack of resistance, he tugged at the hem of her blouse, pulling it up and over her head before she could stop him. Lina gasped, her hands flying to cover herself as the cool air hit her skin.

“Rizal! What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes glued to the sight of her bra-clad breasts. His cock was fully erect now, throbbing in her hand as he reached for her again. “Please… let me see them,” he pleaded, his voice trembling with desire.

Lina hesitated, shame and arousal warring within her. She knew she should stop this, but the way he was looking at her, like she was something unattainable, something divine...made it hard to think straight. Slowly, almost unconsciously, she lowered her hands.

Rizal’s fingers trembled as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, letting it fall open to reveal the full swell of her breasts. His eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight of her nipples hardening under his gaze. “They’re… beautiful,” he breathed, his voice filled with reverence.

Lina closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but deep down, a flicker of pleasure stirred within her. She could feel his hands on her skin now, warm and eager as they explored every inch of her breasts.

His fingers traced the curve of her flesh, squeezing gently as if testing their weight. Then, without warning, he leaned in, pressing his lips to the soft skin just above her nipple. Lina gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his mouth moved lower.

“Rizal…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of guilt and desire. But he was beyond words now, lost in the sensation of her body against his lips. He sucked gently at her breast, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak as his hands roamed freely.
Her moan escaped before she could stop it, a soft sound of pleasure that made Rizal pause for a moment before redoubling his efforts. He shifted her onto the bed, guiding her head onto the pillow as he continued to worship her breasts with his mouth.

Lina’s hands clenched the sheets beneath her as his lips moved from one breast to the other, alternating between soft kisses and hungry sucks. His enthusiasm was almost comical in its eagerness, but it was clear he had no idea what he was doing and yet, somehow, it only added to the forbidden thrill coursing through her veins.

Her mind was a haze of conflicting emotions of shame, arousal, guilt but her body responded instinctively to his touch. Her nipples pebbled under his lips, and a warm, heavy sensation settled low in her belly. She knew this was wrong, so wrong, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the soft press of his mouth against her skin.

Rizal’s hand slid down to the waistband of his pants, and she heard the faint rustle of fabric as he pushed them down to his ankles. His cock stood proudly between them, thick and flushed with need, but he seemed oblivious to it now.

“Lina…” he whispered between kisses, his voice muffled against her breast. “You’re amazing…”

She couldn’t bring herself to respond, couldn’t even open her eyes. Her body was betraying her, arching into his touch as waves of pleasure washed over her.

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Chapter 29: Cinema (Act 21)


Rizal’s mouth was relentless, his lips and tongue working in tandem to explore every inch of Lina’s breasts. They were heavy and full, the soft flesh spilling slightly against his face as he sucked and nibbled, leaving trails of saliva glistening in the dim light. His hands cupped them, fingers kneading gently as if afraid they might slip away. The sounds of his sucking and her soft moans filled the room, a symphony of forbidden pleasure.

“Lina…” Rizal murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. “Your breasts… they’re so soft. I can’t stop.” He shifted his attention to her nipples, taking one between his lips and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Lina gasped, her back arching slightly as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her hands clenched the sheets, knuckles whitening, but she didn’t push him away.

He paused for a moment, his breath hot against her damp skin, and glanced up at her face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted slightly as she panted. She looked lost in the sensation, and it only fueled his desire further. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before diving back in, this time taking both breasts in his hands and squeezing gently as he sucked harder.

The wet sound of his mouth against her skin was almost obscene, but Lina couldn’t deny how good it felt. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle it. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch in ways she hadn’t expected.

Rizal pulled back slightly, leaving her nipples tender and glistening with his saliva. He looked down at her swollen belly, his hand trailing down to rest on the curve of it. “You’re so amazing, Lina,” he said softly, his voice filled with awe. “Carrying life like this… it’s incredible.”

His lips brushed over her belly, planting soft kisses along the expanse of her skin. Each kiss sent a warm shiver through her, and she could feel herself relaxing despite the tension in the air. Rizal’s hands moved slowly, tracing patterns over her skin as if memorizing every inch of her.

Then, his lips began to move lower, kissing down her thighs and causing her breath to hitch. He widened her legs gently, his hands resting on the inside of her knees as he pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs.

The sensation was new, unexpected, and Lina couldn’t help but moan softly.
Rizal hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering up to her face. She still had her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Swallowing nervously, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against the fabric of her panties. He could see how wet they were already, the thin material clinging to her.

“Lina…” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “Can I… can I see you? All of you?”
She didn’t respond, her body frozen in place as if caught between giving in and pulling away. Rizal took her silence as permission, unzipped her skirt and reached for waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as the cool air hit her exposed skin, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together.

“It’s okay,” Rizal murmured, gently prying them apart again as he gazed at her for the first time. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her glistening folds, perfectly shaped and inviting. “You’re… stunning,” he breathed, his voice filled with reverence.

Lina’s face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as she felt his gaze on her most intimate area. She wanted to cover herself, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as Rizal leaned in closer.

His lips brushed against her thigh again before moving inward, closer and closer until they finally met her pussy. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she gasped loudly. Her hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he began to lick her slowly and deliberately.

“R-Rizal… stop…” she managed to whisper, though her voice lacked conviction. Her body was betraying her again, hips lifting slightly to meet his mouth as he continued to explore her with his tongue.

He paused for a moment, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes. “Please, Lina,” he begged, his voice hoarse with desire. “I’ve never… I’ve never done this before. Let me feel good. Please let me....”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared down at him, torn between guilt and the undeniable pleasure coursing through her body. Eventually, she nodded weakly, unable to resist any longer.

Rizal grinned triumphantly before diving back in, his tongue lapping at her folds with renewed fervor. He explored every inch of her, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal. The more he licked and sucked, the wetter she became, and soon he could hear her soft moans growing louder and more urgent.

Lina’s hands tightened in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. She tried to hold back, to keep herself from falling over the edge, but it was impossible. Her body was too far gone, too consumed by the sensations Rizal was creating with his mouth.

“Oh… oh God…” she moaned, her voice trembling as she felt herself nearing climax. “Rizal… I can’t…”
“It’s okay...let it go” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and unsteady.

And she did. Her body convulsed as the orgasm hit her full force, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she cried out Rizal’s name. He continued to lick and suck at her pussy, drawing out every last drop of her pleasure until she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily.

Rizal sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up at her with a satisfied smile.
“That was… incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I have never seen anything like this"

Lina couldn’t bring herself to look at him, her mind swirling with guilt and shame even as her body still tingled with the aftermath of her climax. She turned her head to the side, catching sight of the photo of her and Rahim on the bedside table. A pang of guilt shot through her, and she quickly reached out to knock it over, unable to bear the sight of it right now.

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Chapter 29: Cinema (Act 22)


Lina lay on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. The wetness between her thighs was a stark reminder of what had just happened, and the guilt creeping into her mind was almost suffocating. Rizal sat back on his heels, his face glowing with a mix of satisfaction and admiration. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a drop of her juices still glistening on his lips.

“That was… incredible,” he whispered, his voice trembling with awe. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Your taste, the way you moved… it was everything.”
Lina couldn’t bear to look at him. Her eyes flickered to the photo of her and Rahim on the bedside table, and she quickly reached out to knock it over, unable to face the reminder of her betrayal. She turned her head away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Rizal… we shouldn’t have”

Before she could finish, Rizal interrupted her, his voice pleading. “Please, Lina. Don’t say that. Don’t ruin this moment. I… I need you.” His voice cracked, and she glanced over to see him sitting there, completely naked, his cock fully erect and throbbing against his stomach. It was larger than she expected for someone so young, the veins running along its length pulsing with need.

He stroked it slowly, his eyes locked on hers, filled with desperation.
“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore,” he muttered, his breath hitching. “It hurts so much. No matter how much I stroke it, it doesn’t go away. I… I need to feel what you felt. Please, Lina. Help me.”

His words were a mix of longing and despair, and Lina felt her resolve crumbling. She knew she shouldn’t, but the guilt of what she’d already done and the way he looked at her made it impossible to refuse. She sat up slowly, pulling the sheets around her body to cover herself, though it did little to hide the curves he’d just explored so thoroughly.

“Rizal, you don’t understand… this isn’t right,” she said, her voice trembling.
“I know it’s wrong,” he said quickly, his voice breaking. “But I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. About what we just did. You made me feel alive for the first time, Lina. I… I don’t want to lose that feeling.”

He leaned closer, his cock twitching as he moved, and Lina could smell the musky scent of his arousal. It was overwhelming, and despite her guilt, she felt a pang of desire deep in her core. “What do you want me to do?” she asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I need to feel something. Something real. Like how you felt when I…” He trailed off, his face flushing red.

Lina hesitated, her mind racing. She knew what he wanted, but the thought of it terrified her. Yet, she also knew she couldn’t leave him like this, not when he was so vulnerable. “Rizal, listen to me carefully,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “What we did earlier… that was already crossing a line. We can’t go any further. Do you understand?”

He nodded quickly, but his eyes were still filled with desperation. “I know, I know. But… what about how they do it in the movies? When they rub their cocks on the girl’s thighs? That’s not really sex, is it? Maybe… maybe we could try that?”

Lina’s eyes widened in surprise. He clearly had no idea what he was talking about, and the innocence in his question made her heart ache. “Rizal… that’s not how it works,” she said gently.

But he was already moving, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between her legs. Before she could stop him, he pushed the sheets aside and pressed his cock against her thigh, the heat of it startling her. He groaned loudly, his hips already starting to move as he rubbed himself against her soft skin.

“Rizal! Stop!” Lina cried out, but he didn’t seem to hear her. His eyes were closed, his mouth open as he moaned with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming; she could feel every inch of him sliding against her thigh, his precum leaving a sticky trail on her skin.

“This… this feels amazing,” he panted, his voice shaky. “Is this what sex is supposed to feel like? Oh God, Lina… I think I’m finally doing it.”

Lina tried to push him away, her hands pressing against his chest with all her strength, but Rizal was too lost in the moment, his body fueled by desperation and lust. His cock hovered dangerously close to her entrance, the tip brushing against her wetness with each uncontrolled thrust. “Rizal, please! This is too much!” she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear and frustration, but he seemed deaf to her words.

Rizal alternated between sucking on her breasts and licking her neck, his mouth leaving hot, wet trails across her sensitive skin. His hips moved furiously, dry humping his cock against her entrance, the rhythm erratic and uncontrolled. Lina could feel the pressure building, each slam of his hips edging closer to penetration. “Stop, Rizal! You’re going too far!” she cried out, her voice cracking under the strain.

But Rizal was beyond reason. His face was a mask of pure lust, his eyes glazed over as he moaned loudly, “I’m finally losing my virginity! Just like in the movies… I’m going to release inside you, Lina!” His words sent a jolt of panic through her. She could feel her own body betraying her, her pussy wet and ready, seemingly inviting him in despite her protests.

The sensation was overwhelming as each time his cock slammed against her entrance, it felt like he was on the verge of breaching her. Lina’s heart raced as she realized how dangerously close he was to doing just that. I have to stop this before it’s too late, she thought, her mind frantic.
With a burst of strength born of sheer willpower, Lina shoved Rizal off her, scrambling to sit up as she gasped for air.

“Enough!” she snapped, her voice sharp and commanding, cutting through the haze of his arousal.

Rizal froze, his chest heaving, confusion and hurt flickering across his face. “But… but I thought…” he stammered, his voice breaking as he looked at her with wide, pleading eyes.

Lina shook her head firmly, her expression resolute. “You thought wrong. This stops now.” With a burst of strength, she shoved him off her and sat up, breathing heavily.

“Enough!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to finally get through to him. He froze, his face a mix of confusion and hurt.
“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his cock still hard and throbbing. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Just lie down,” she interrupted, her tone softer now but still firm. “On your back.”

He obeyed without hesitation, lying flat on the bed as she moved to kneel beside him. Her eyes fell to his cock, thick and standing straight up, the head swollen and glistening with precum. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and wrapped her fingers around it gently. He gasped at the contact, his body tensing.

“Stay still,” she instructed softly as she leaned down, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. The salty tang of his precum hit her tongue as she kissed it gently before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

Rizal let out a low groan, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as she began to move her mouth up and down his length. She started slow, savoring the way he trembled beneath her touch, the way his cock pulsed in her mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, musky and slightly bitter but undeniably arousing.

She swirled her tongue around the tip before dipping down to lick at the base of his shaft, her lips wrapping around him again as she took him deeper. He moaned louder this time, his hips lifting slightly off the bed as if chasing her mouth.

“Lina… oh God… that’s so good,” he panted, his voice breaking with pleasure.
She could feel him growing even harder in her mouth, the veins throbbing against her tongue as she continued to suck and lick at his cock with increasing intensity. Her hands moved to cradle his balls, gently massaging them as she worked him over completely.

“Don’t stop, Lina… please,” Rizal begged, his voice cracking with desperation. His moans grew louder, more erratic, as he clutched the bedsheets tightly. “This… this feels so much better than before. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

Lina didn’t respond, focusing instead on the task at hand. She bobbed her head up and down, her lips wrapping around his length with firm precision. Her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, eliciting sharp gasps from him every time she reached the sensitive tip. She sucked at the head of his cock, applying just enough pressure to make him shudder, before deep-throating him again, taking him as far as she could.

Her own moans mingled with the wet, slurping sounds of her mouth working him over. The rhythm of her movements became faster, more urgent, her lips and tongue teasing him relentlessly. Each stroke of her mouth against his sensitive flesh sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, and she could feel his body tensing, his breathing becoming shallow and uneven.

“Lina… I… I think something’s happening,” Rizal gasped, his voice trembling. His grip on the sheets tightened as he thrust his hips upward instinctively, craving more of her. “I don’t know what it is, but it feels… it feels like I’m about to explode!” His words were frantic, filled with both awe and fear.

Before she could pull away, he erupted, his release surging into her mouth in hot, thick streams that seemed endless. Lina’s eyes widened as she felt him filling her completely, the taste of him overwhelming her senses. The sheer volume of his cum spilled out around her lips, coating her chin and cheeks in sticky streaks.

“Oh God, Lina! It’s… it won’t stop!” Rizal groaned, his body convulsing as he continued to release into her mouth. He reached up, grabbing her face with trembling hands, holding her in place as he emptied himself completely. His cum sprayed across her face, painting her features in a glistening mess. Her skin was now caked with the evidence of his ecstasy.

When he finally collapsed back onto the bed, spent and panting, his face was a mixture of exhaustion and bliss. “That… that was the best feeling I’ve ever had,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t even know my body could do that.”

Lina, however, felt no such joy. Tears welled in her eyes as she wiped at her face with the back of her hand, the guilt of what she’d done crashing over her like a tidal wave. She quickly covered herself with a robe, avoiding Rizal’s gaze as she made her way to the bathroom.

As she stood at the sink, scrubbing his cum from her face, she called out to him, her voice cold and distant. “Get dressed and leave. Now.”

Rizal hesitated for a moment, but the finality in her tone left no room for argument. Slowly, he got up, his mind still reeling from the experience even as Lina’s tears fell silently into the sink.

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Chapter 29: Cinema (Act 23)


Rizal stood motionless, his breath hitching as he followed Lina into the bathroom, still naked and feeling a mix of guilt and lingering arousal. She hadn’t noticed him yet, too focused on washing her face at the sink.

His eyes traced the curve of her bare back as she bent over the sink, her round, supple ass catching the dim light, looking impossibly inviting. The sight of her body, even in such a mundane moment, was enough to make his cock twitch with renewed interest. He could feel the heat building inside him again, despite the guilt gnawing at his conscience.

As Lina leaned down to wash her face, the soap lathering her cheeks and forehead, Rizal’s gaze lingered on her curves. Her ass was a masterpiece, full and perfectly rounded, and he couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel in his hands. He felt himself hardening again, the throbbing ache in his cock impossible to ignore. She was so close, so vulnerable, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

As Lina kept cupping water in her hands to splash her face again, she suddenly caught sight of Rizal in the mirror. Her eyes widened in shock, and she spun around, water dripping down her cheeks. “Rizal!” she exclaimed, her voice sharp with surprise and frustration. “Why aren’t you dressed? You were supposed to leave!”

Before she could scold him further, her foot slipped on the wet tile floor. Lina gasped, her arms flailing as she lost her balance. Her eyes widened in the mirror as she realized she was about to fall. “Oh!” she gasped, panic flashing across her face.

In an instant, Rizal darted forward, his hands instinctively reaching for her. He caught her just in time, his strong arms wrapping around her waist to steady her.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. But what neither of them realized in that split second was that his hard cock had accidentally brushed against her entrance, slipping slightly inside her. Rizal, naive and unaware, didn’t notice the subtle penetration, too focused on keeping her safe. His hands instinctively moved to her breasts, cupping them firmly to help stabilize her.

Lina winced at the unexpected sensation, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. She was torn between relief that he’d caught her and shock at the sudden intrusion. “Rizal,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “you need to pull out.”

“What? Oh...” Rizal’s eyes widened as he felt the warmth and tightness surrounding him. He tried to pull back, but his movements were clumsy, and instead of withdrawing, he slipped further inside her. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. “This… this feels different,” he stammered, his voice thick with confusion and arousal.

“Stop, Rizal!” Lina pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. But the sensation was overwhelming for him, and before he could think clearly, his hips pressed forward on their own accord, burying himself deeper inside her. The tightness of her pussy was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place as he marveled at the sensation.

“It’s so… tight,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “What is this? It’s incredible.”

Lina whimpered, her body betraying her as she felt him moving deeper. “Rizal, this isn’t right....” she began, but her words were cut off as he gripped her hips more firmly, his cock sliding fully inside her with a moan of ecstasy.

“I can’t… I can’t stop,” Rizal admitted, his voice shaking. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he was powerless to resist it. His hands roamed to her breasts again, squeezing gently as his hips began to move instinctively, rocking against her.

“R-Rahim… oh my God, Rizal!” Lina cried out, her voice a mix of shock and confusion. She felt his length filling her, the sensation both alien and electrifying. Her body tensed, but she couldn’t deny the way her own arousal was building despite the situation.

Lina winced, her legs trembling as she couldn’t process what was happening. “Oh God, Rizal, you’re inside me… pull out…” she begged, her voice shaky.

Lina bit her lip, torn between shame and the undeniable pleasure coursing through her. She knew he didn’t understand what was happening that her body was swallowing him whole but she also knew she couldn’t fight it anymore.

Rizal, lost in the euphoria, tightened his grip on her hips and whispered, “Whatever this is… it feels perfect.” His movements grew more confident as he gave in to the primal need coursing through him.

“Ah!” Lina moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the sink as waves of pleasure washed over her. “Rizal, please… stop…” But even as she said the words, her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily.

Rizal’s breath hitched as he felt her tighten around him. “I… I can’t,” he whispered, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. “It feels too good… I can’t stop.”

“No… this is wrong… we shouldn’t…” Lina protested weakly, but her body was already responding to him, her hips swaying back slightly, encouraging him.

Rizal took that as a sign, his grip on her breasts tightening as he began to move, thrusting into her slowly at first, testing the waters. “Oh God, Lina… you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Lina bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. Her heart was racing, her mind torn between guilt and the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling.
This is wrong… so wrong… she thought, but her body had other ideas. Her pussy was clenching around him, craving more of his cock.

“Rizal… ah… you need to stop now…” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as he continued to thrust into her.
“I can’t… I can’t stop,” Rizal panted, his movements becoming more urgent.

“Please, Lina… just let me… just this once. I promise I’ll never ask for anything again.”

Lina’s resolve was crumbling, the pleasure too intense to ignore. Her hands reached back, gripping his thighs as she gave in to the sensations coursing through her body.

“Okay… just… just this once,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Rizal’s heart soared at her words, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one driving deeper into her. “Yes… oh God, yes…” he groaned, his hands squeezing her breasts as he watched himself fucking her in the mirror. The sight of her body moving with his, her ass bouncing against him, was almost too much to bear.

Lina’s eyes met his in the reflection, her face flushed with pleasure and guilt. She couldn’t believe what was happening, how easily she had given in to him. But then he hit a spot inside her that made her cry out, her body shuddering with ecstasy.

“Oh! Rizal! Right there… don’t stop… don’t stop!” she begged, her hips grinding against him as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Rizal groaned, his cock throbbing inside her as he fucked her harder, faster. “You feel so good… so fucking good…” he panted, his hands moving down to grip her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust.

Lina’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she felt herself nearing the edge. “I’m going to cum… oh God, I’m going to cum…” she cried out, her nails digging into his thighs.

“Cum for me, Lina… please…” Rizal begged, his own orgasm building rapidly. He could feel her tightening around him, her pussy milking his cock as she came undone.

Lina’s breath came in ragged gasps as she felt Rizal’s cock driving deeper into her, every thrust reigniting the fire that had been smoldering within her during the long months of abstinence. Her legs trembled beneath her, weak from the intensity of her first orgasm and the weight of her pregnant belly. “Rizal… stop,” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling as she reached back to grip his thigh. “I can’t stand anymore. Please, pull out.”

Rizal groaned in protest, his hips stilling for a moment as he clutched her waist. “But Lina… I’m so close,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desperation. “Why now? Just let me finish…”

“My legs are giving way,” she insisted, her tone firmer this time. With a shaky effort, she pushed herself forward, forcing his cock to slide out of her. The sudden emptiness left her feeling both relieved and strangely bereft. She turned to face him, her cheeks flushed, and gestured toward the bed. “Help me get there.”

Rizal nodded, though his frustration was evident in the way he clenched his fists. He guided her to the bed, his movements careful and deliberate. Once she was seated on the edge, she motioned for him to lay down. “Lie back,” she instructed, her voice soft but commanding.

He complied without hesitation, his eyes never leaving hers as he settled onto the mattress. Lina hesitated for a moment, her hands resting on his chest, before she slowly straddled him. Her breath hitched as she positioned herself above him, guiding his cock back inside her. The sensation was electric, and she couldn’t suppress the low moan that escaped her lips as she sank down onto him.

“Oh god,” Rizal gasped, his hands instinctively reaching for her hips. His eyes roamed over her body, lingering on the swell of her belly and the heavy fullness of her breasts, which swayed slightly with her movements. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Lina rocked her hips gently at first, her body adjusting to the rhythm. The tightness and warmth of her pussy enveloped him, and she could feel the tension building again within her. But as the pace quickened, she began to tire, her energy waning. “Rizal,” she whispered, placing his hands firmly on her hips. “Help me… move me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands tightened around her hips, and he began thrusting upward in time with her movements. The sight of his cock disappearing into her body drove him wild, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Lina moaned, her guilt surfacing despite the pleasure coursing through her. She tried to lift herself off him, but Rizal’s grip on her hips was firm, holding her in place.
“Forget everything else,” he growled against her skin, his voice rough with desire. “I’m not letting you go until I cum inside you.”

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Chapter 30: Cinema (Act 24)


Lina’s body rocked against Rizal’s as she rode him, her hips moving in a rhythm that felt both familiar and foreign. But as the pleasure built, her mind began to betray her. Vivid flashbacks of her past infidelities flooded her thoughts of her moments of weakness with Ravi and Kumar, the guilt that had gnawed at her conscience ever since. The weight of it all became too much to bear, especially now, as she straddled Rizal on the very bed she shared with Rahim.

“No… I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she abruptly stopped moving. She pushed Rizal’s hands away from her hips and slid off him, her chest heaving as she grabbed a nearby towel to cover herself. Her heart was racing, not just from the exertion but from the overwhelming shame that threatened to consume her.

“Lina...” Rizal began, his voice filled with confusion and frustration. His cock twitched, still hard and glistening with precum, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“This is enough,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You need to leave, Rizal. You’re young… naive. You’ll find someone else, someone who isn’t already married. I can’t keep betraying Rahim like this. Not while I’m pregnant.”

Rizal sat up slowly, his expression a mix of disappointment and disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes lingering on her as if trying to understand what had just happened. “Fine,” he said finally, his voice low. “But… can I kiss you one last time?

Just once, and then I’ll go. I promise.”
Lina hesitated, her resolve wavering for a moment. She looked into his eyes, so full of longing, and sighed. “Just once,” she agreed reluctantly.

But the moment their lips met, something changed. Rizal’s kiss was no longer gentle or unsure, it was desperate, almost primal.

His tongue probed hers aggressively, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her closer. Lina tried to pull away, but he held her firmly, refusing to let go.

“Rizal, stop!” she gasped, her voice muffled against his lips. “You said just once...this isn’t what we agreed!”

“I can’t help it,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. His hands moved to the towel, pulling it away and tossing it aside. Before she could protest further, he climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

Lina’s eyes widened in fear as she struggled beneath him. “What are you doing? You’re not the same person I thought you were!” Tears began to well in her eyes as she realized the naive young man she had known was gone, replaced by someone driven by raw, uncontrollable desire.

“I need you,” Rizal growled, his voice trembling with intensity. “I can’t stop myself.” He kissed her again, deeper this time, his hands roaming over her body as if claiming her.

“Please, Rizal, don’t do this!” Lina pleaded, her voice cracking. “Think about the baby—you’re being too rough! And Rahim… he’ll be home soon!”

But Rizal wasn’t listening. His movements were frantic now, his years of pent-up frustration and humiliation boiling over. He spread her legs apart and entered her with a sharp thrust, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to move roughly.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, his eyes blazing with a fire she had never seen before. “I don’t care who tries to stop me. I’ll fuck you until I’m satisfied.”

Lina cried out as he pounded into her, his hands mauling her breasts with a roughness that left bite marks and bruises. She tried to turn her head away as he leaned in to kiss her, but he bit her neck instead, the pain mingling with the pleasure in a way that made her scream.

“Stop! Please!” she begged, tears streaming down her face. But Rizal was relentless, his youthful stamina driving him harder and faster, as if he were determined to punish her for rejecting him.

Lina screamed one last time, her voice breaking as she pleaded, “Stop, Rizal! Please!” To her surprise, he uncharacteristically pulled out of her, his chest heaving as he hovered above her.

For a fleeting moment, Lina thought he had finally come to his senses. His breath was hot on her face, ragged and uneven, as he kept muttering something under his breath on words she couldn’t quite make out but that sent a shiver down her spine. His grip on her wrists loosened slightly, but his eyes remained the same....dark, intense, and filled with a rage she hadn’t seen before.

“Please, Rizal,” Lina whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “Have mercy… for the baby.”

Rizal’s jaw tightened as he stared down at her, his eyes flickering with conflicted emotions. “I will,” he said hoarsely, his voice low and strained. But before Lina could breathe a sigh of relief, he flipped her onto her stomach with a sudden, rough motion. She gasped in shock, her hands instinctively bracing against the bed as he lifted her ass to face him.

“Nooo! Not there!” Lina cried out, her voice muffled into the sheets as she felt him position himself behind her. She tried to push back, but it was too late, Rizal entered her again, this time with a slow, deliberate thrust that made her gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Rizal growled, his voice thick with dominance. He began to move, his thrusts growing harder and faster with each passing moment. Lina’s moans were a mixture of anguish and reluctant ecstasy. She had never been fucked like this before, with such raw intensity and abandon. Her body trembled beneath him, torn between the sensations coursing through her and the fear of what might happen if Rahim came home.

“Please, hurry,” she begged, her voice shaky. “Rahim… he’ll be back soon.”

But Rizal wasn’t listening. He leaned forward, gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her with relentless force. His words were harsh, filled with expletives and swearing that made Lina’s cheeks burn with

“Fuck, you’re mine, Lina!” Rizal snarled, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with the force of an animal in heat. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts, leaving deep red marks and scratches as he squeezed them roughly.

“You think your husband can fuck you like this? Huh? You think he can handle this fucking pussy the way I do?”
Lina gasped, her body jolting with each brutal thrust. “Rizal, please...! It’s too much!” she cried out, her voice trembling. But he ignored her, his cock slamming into her with a relentless rhythm that left no room for protest.

“Shut the fuck up and take it!” he barked, his voice filled with raw dominance. His hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yelp.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? You’ve been teasing me in the last few days. Now you’re going to take every inch of me until I’m done with you!”

“No! I didn’t mean!” Lina’s words were cut off as he slapped her ass hard, the sharp sting echoing through the room.

His nails raked down her back as he pounded into her, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, even with that damn baby in you. Bet Rahim never made you scream like this, huh? Bet he never made you feel like a real fucking woman!”

Lina’s cries were muffled into the sheets as she tried to push back, but Rizal held her firmly in place, his cock driving deeper with every thrust. “That’s it, take it like the bitch you are,” he hissed, his voice hoarse with desire. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight, until you forget anyone else even exists.”

His hands moved back to her breasts, squeezing them with brutal force as he grunted like a beast. “You’re mine now, Lina. Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to ruin. And there’s not a damn thing you or that pathetic husband of yours can do about it.”

Their bodies slammed together, sweat pouring off them as the room filled with the sounds of their rough coupling. Rizal’s hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts hard enough to leave marks. He showed her no mercy, each thrust driving deeper into her as he claimed her again and again.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Rizal screamed at the top of his lungs, his body shaking violently as he reached his climax. “I’m cumming… oh fuck, I’m cumming!” he shouted, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he emptied himself inside her. He kept pumping until there was nothing left, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

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Chapter 30: Cinema (Act 25)


Lina cried out as her own body betrayed her, exploding into her third climax despite the turmoil raging within her. Tears streamed down her face as she lay there, trembling and numb, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. 

Rizal rolled beside her, breathing heavily, his grip 
on her finally loosening. He muttered incoherently, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and awe. “That… that was so fucking good,” he whispered, his tone almost reverent.

Lina lay motionless for a moment, feeling the weight of Rizal’s seed dripping out of her. With a shaky breath, she pushed herself up and grabbed the nearest towel to wrap around her trembling body. Her eyes darted to the mirror, catching a glimpse of her tear-streaked face and the bruises already forming on her skin. How did it come to this? she thought, her heart pounding with a mix of regret and something else she couldn’t quite name.

Anger boiled inside her as she turned to face him, her voice breaking as she screamed, “Why, Rizal? Why did you have to be so rough!? I told you to leave, but you....you just kept going!”

Rizal sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed low, his hands trembling. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, Lina,” he muttered, his voice choked with emotion. “I… I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear.”

Lina’s tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head, her voice quivering with disbelief. “You swore at me, Rizal! You called me things… horrible things. I can’t believe you said all that. You weren’t the man I thought you were.” She pointed to the marks on her body, the bruises on her hips, the scratches on her chest with her voice rising in anguish. “Look at what you did to me! I never expected this from you.

After everything I did for you… I gave you your first time, Rizal. I trusted you!”
Rizal’s shoulders slumped, his guilt overwhelming him. He reached out as if to touch her but stopped himself, his hand hovering in the air. “I know, Lina. I know,” he whispered hoarsely. “The years of abuse… the humiliation… it all just… it took over. I didn’t mean those words. I never wanted to be rough with you. Please, believe me.”

Tears spilled from his eyes as he knelt before her, his voice trembling with sincerity. “I’m so sorry. I’m just… I’m a victim too.”

Lina stared at him, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. She wanted to stay angry, to scream at him some more, but seeing him like this, broken and crying softened her resolve slightly. She wiped her tears and spoke firmly, though her voice still carried the weight of what had happened. “Rizal… this can never happen again. Ever. You promised me. We cannot meet again. Do you understand?”

Rizal nodded vigorously, his tear-streaked face etched with regret. “I understand, Lina. I’ll stay away. I swear it.”

She sighed deeply, her voice softening just a bit. “You’ll find someone else, Rizal. A girlfriend who’ll take care of you, who’ll love you the right way. Don’t… don’t go back to those dark thoughts again. Promise me.”

“I promise,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. He wiped his eyes and added softly, “Thank you, Lina… for everything. For giving me… my first time.”

Lina’s jaw tightened, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. She gestured toward his clothes scattered on the floor, her tone sharp but steady. “Get dressed and leave. Now. Before Rahim comes back.”

Without a word, Rizal scrambled to gather his clothes and quickly dressed, his movements hurried and awkward. He glanced at her one last time, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and guilt, before slipping out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Lina sank to the floor, her body aching and her mind reeling. She forced herself to stand and began stripping the bed, yanking off the soiled sheets with trembling hands. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil tearing her apart. She tossed the sheets into the laundry basket and headed to the bathroom, where she turned the shower to its hottest setting.

Under the scalding water, Lina finally let herself cry deep, shuddering sobs that echoed against the tiled walls. How could this have happened? she thought, scrubbing her skin raw as if trying to erase every trace of him. The memory of his roughness, his words, his dominance… it all played on repeat in her mind, a relentless reminder of the line they had crossed.

When she finally stepped out of the shower, her skin red and raw, Lina looked at herself in the fogged-up mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, a woman forever changed by one terrible mistake.

She took a deep breath, wiped her tears, and resolved to bury this moment deep within her, where no one, not even Rahim would ever find it. But deep down, she knew: nothing would ever be the same again.

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Chapter 30: Rizal (Act 1)


A few days had passed since the incident between Rizal and Lina at her flat. Rahim, blissfully unaware of what had transpired, hadn't suspected a thing. Lina had meticulously covered her bruises and kept the whole ordeal under wraps.

It didn’t help that Rahim had been distant lately. He seemed hesitant to get intimate with her, fearing he might accidentally injure their unborn baby during sex. His words had stung: “Lina, I just… I don’t want to risk it. It’s not that I don’t want you, but I’m just… turned off by this.” Her pregnancy, which should have been a time of closeness, had instead become a barrier between them.

But Lina couldn’t stop thinking about that afternoon. The memory of Rizal, wild and relentless, taking her on her own marital bed like a man possessed, haunted her. It was wrong but it was all she could think about. Every night, as Rahim slept soundly beside her, she would slip her hand beneath the sheets, rubbing her pussy to the thought of Rizal’s rough hands and demanding mouth. The heat between her legs was unbearable, and she knew she couldn’t stay silent any longer.

That afternoon, she found herself standing at the entrance of the cinema hall, dressed beautifully in a form-fitting dress that accentuated her curves. She knew it was Rizal’s workday and that this was his break time. When he spotted her, his eyes widened in shock. Had she come to confront him? To report him?

Lina simply smiled and signaled for him to meet her once his shift was over. She waited patiently, her heart racing as the minutes ticked by. Finally, when the last customer left and the hall fell quiet, Rizal approached her nervously, his hands fidgeting at his sides.

“Lina,” he began, his voice shaky. “What are you doing here? Is everything… okay?”
She greeted him with a soft, surprisingly kind demeanor that caught him off guard. “I need to talk to you,” she said calmly. “Somewhere private, where no one will disturb us.”

Rizal hesitated, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios, but he nodded. “Follow me.” He led her to a small, private room he used for breaks, a space no one else had access to. It was cozy, with a single bed, a computer, and a fan that hummed softly in the corner. There were no windows, making it feel like their own little world.

He pulled up a chair for her and poured her a cup of coffee, his hands trembling slightly. “Here,” he said, handing her the cup. “What’s going on, Lina? Are you… here because of what happened?”

Lina took the cup, her fingers tracing the rim absently as she looked at him with an intensity that made his stomach twist. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, a mix of curiosity and anxiety that neither knew how to navigate.

Rizal shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. She’s here. Why is she here? His mind raced with possibilities, each more nerve-wracking than the last. “So, uh… how’ve you been?” he asked, trying to break the silence.

Lina lifted her eyes to meet his, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I’m fine, Rizal. Just… just wanted to catch up. See how you’re doing.” Her voice was soft, almost tentative, but there was something beneath her words, something she wasn’t saying.

Rizal nodded, though his unease didn’t fade. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… you know, working. Trying to keep busy.”

Lina took a sip of her coffee, the warmth spreading through her as she tried to calm her nerves. Why did I even come here? She knew the answer, of course. The memories of that afternoon of Rizal’s hands on her body, his lips against her skin, the way he had taken her with such raw, unrelenting need had haunted her every waking moment. And now, sitting here with him, those memories felt closer than ever.

Lina shifted in her seat, the silence between them growing heavy. She decided to break it with something light, anything to ease the tension. “So, how’s work been?” she asked, her voice casual, almost cheerful. “I heard there’s a new movie coming out soon. Have you seen the trailer?”

Rizal blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. “Uh, yeah,” he said, nodding quickly. “It looks good. Lots of action. You know me, I’m a sucker for that kind of stuff.”

She smiled faintly, her fingers still tracing the rim of her coffee cup. “And how’s… everything else? Found a new girlfriend?” She avoided mentioning the incident, steering the conversation toward safer waters.

Rizal shrugged, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Same as always. Nothing. You know how it is.” He paused, then added, “How about you? How’s… how’s the baby?”
Lina’s hand instinctively moved to her belly, a soft smile forming on her lips.

“Everything’s fine. Growing every day. Rahim’s been really… careful lately.” She hesitated, the word careful lingering in the air like an unspoken confession.

Rizal nodded, his eyes flickering with a mix of relief and curiosity. He took a deep breath, finally broaching the topic that had been gnawing at him since she walked in. “Lina, I need to ask… am I in any kind of trouble? After what happened… I mean, I’ve been worried you might—”

She cut him off gently, shaking her head. “No, Rizal. It’s not like that. I’m not here to cause trouble.”

He exhaled sharply, some of the tension leaving his body. “Okay. That’s… that’s good to hear.” He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of him. “So… why are you here, then?”

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Chapter 31: Rizal (Act 2)


Lina hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I just… wanted to know how you’ve been. Since that day.” Her voice was soft, almost tentative.

Rizal laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Honestly? I’ve been… uh… well, let’s just say I’ve been spending a lot of time alone. a lot.” His face turned red as he admitted, “I’ve been… you know… taking care of myself… about three times a day.”

Lina nearly choked on her coffee, coughing as she set the cup down. “Three times a day?” she repeated, incredulous.
He grinned sheepishly. “Yeah. But hey, at least I can get a full erection now. So, uh… silver lining?”

She chuckled despite herself, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

The humor eased some of the tension, and Rizal leaned forward, his expression turning serious again. “But seriously, Lina… why are you here? Last time we talked, you made it clear that was a one-time thing. No more meets, no more… anything.”

She looked away, her cheeks flushing. The silence stretched between them until Rizal finally broke it. “Is everything okay at home? With Rahim?”

Lina nodded quickly. “Yes, everything’s fine.” Her voice was firm, but there was something in her eyes that Rizal couldn’t quite read.

He hesitated, then decided to change the subject. “So… you asked about movies earlier. I’ve got a whole collection here.” He turned to his computer, waking it up with a few clicks. The screen lit up, showing a folder labeled Movies.

Lina leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What kind of movies do you have?”

Rizal clicked open the folder, revealing a list of titles. “A little bit of everything. Action, drama, comedy…” His voice trailed off as he scrolled through the list.
Lina’s eyes scanned the screen, her lips curving into a small smile. “Quite the collection,” she murmured.

Rizal glanced at her, his heart racing as he wondered what had really brought her here and what she might be looking for.
Rizal’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. His heart raced as Lina leaned closer to the computer screen, her curiosity piqued. “Mallu movies?” she asked, her finger hovering over the mouse. “What’s that?”

Before Rizal could stop her, she clicked on the folder, and his stomach dropped. “Wait, Lina, maybe we should...” he started, but it was too late. She had already opened a file titled Shakeela.

Rizal froze, his face flushing crimson as the movie began to play. He bowed his head, unable to meet her gaze. This was the movie he watched daily, his secret indulgence, the one that fueled his fantasies and lonely nights.

The screen flickered to life, showing an old, grainy film with subtitles. Lina tilted her head, intrigued. “Who’s Shakeela?” she asked innocently, leaning back in her chair. “I love classic movies. Is this one of those?”

Rizal stammered, his words tangled in embarrassment. “Uh, yeah, kind of. It’s… it’s a bit different, though,” he managed to say, avoiding her eyes.

Lina shrugged, settling in to watch. The movie began with a dramatic scene of a woman in traditional attire, her midriff exposed and cleavage prominently displayed. Lina raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Ten minutes in, the tone shifted. The villain cornered the heroine, his voice menacing as he forcibly removed her pallu, blouse, and long skirt. Lina’s eyes widened as the villain ripped off the heroine’s underwear, his rough hands groping and mauling her bare skin. The heroine screamed, begging for help, but her cries only seemed to fuel the villain’s aggression.

“What the hell is this?” Lina gasped, her voice trembling. She turned to Rizal, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. “Is this some kind of… soft porn?”

Rizal groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Yes,” he admitted reluctantly. “Mallu movies… they’re known for this kind of thing. I didn’t mean for you to see...”

But Lina wasn’t listening. Her eyes were glued to the screen as the villain stripped completely naked, his erection thrusting ruthlessly into the heroine. The raw, primal force of the scene reminded her of something she hadn’t allowed herself to think about in days the way Rizal had taken her that afternoon, rough and relentless, on her own marital bed.

Her breath quickened, her body reacting despite herself. She didn’t even realize she was gripping the edge of the desk until Rizal’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Lina,” he said softly, his tone laced with guilt and something else she couldn’t quite place. “I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you.”
She turned to him, her cheeks flushed but her gaze steady. “You watch this every day?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rizal nodded, his eyes downcast. “Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “It’s… it’s just a way to pass the time.” Lina stared at him for a long moment, the tension between them thickening with each passing second. Finally, she turned back to the screen, her mind swirling with thoughts she couldn’t or wouldn’t put into words.

Lina’s eyes were glued to the screen as the scene shifted. The villain pinned the heroine down on the bed, his hands roughly gripping her waist as he entered her from behind with a primal force. His thrusts were hard and relentless, his fingers digging into her hips as he leaned forward, squeezing her big breasts with a possessiveness that made Lina’s breath catch. The heroine’s cries of protest turned into whimpering moans as the villain pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

This was exactly how Rizal had taken her that afternoon, rough, demanding, and utterly dominant. Lina felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realized this must be where he’d drawn his inspiration from. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Are you okay?" Rizal asked softly, his voice laced with concern but also a hint of nervousness.

Lina nodded quickly, her eyes still fixed on the screen. "Yes, I’m fine. It’s just... a little stuffy in here." Her voice was calm, but she could feel her body betraying her, her pussy growing wetter with every second she watched the raw, unfiltered passion unfolding before her.

Rizal hesitated, then reached out slowly, his fingers brushing against her shoulder. "Here, let me take your jacket. You look warm."

Lina didn’t resist as he carefully removed her jacket, revealing the white v-cut t-shirt she wore underneath. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her cleavage, and her blue bra was faintly visible through the thin material. Rizal’s breath hitched as he took in the sight, his own arousal stirring despite his best efforts to stay cautious. He didn’t want to repeat his past mistakes with her, but seeing Lina like this so effortlessly sensual was testing his restraint.

Lina, meanwhile, kept her eyes locked on the computer screen. The next scene began with the heroine stepping out of the shower, wrapped in a towel that clung to her damp body. She entered her bedroom, unaware that her father-in-law had been peeping at her through a crack in the door. When he suddenly barged in and locked the door behind him, Lina’s heart raced in anticipation.

The heroine froze, about to scream, but the old man swiftly cupped her mouth. "Be quiet," he hissed, his voice low and commanding. "Satisfy me, and I’ll make sure you’re safe."

The heroine hesitated, but then nodded reluctantly. Lina’s eyes widened as the father-in-law began to undress the heroine, his hands trembling with desire as he revealed her flawless body. Her ripe breasts stood firm, her nipples hardening under his touch, and her wide, curvaceous ass only added to her allure. Lina could feel her palms sweating as she watched, her own arousal spiking as the scene unfolded.

The old man wasted no time. He pushed the heroine onto the bed, his hands roaming her body as he kissed her neck and shoulders. The heroine’s moans filled the room as he slid his fingers between her legs, teasing her until she was wet and ready. Then, with a grunt of satisfaction, he positioned himself between her thighs and sank into her, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first but quickly growing more urgent.

Lina’s breathing hitched as she watched the father-in-law take control, his hands gripping the heroine’s hips as he fucked her with an intensity that left Lina feeling both scandalized and aroused. The heroine’s moans grew louder, her body arching with pleasure as the old man’s pace quickened. Lina could almost feel the heat radiating from the screen, her own body responding in ways she hadn’t expected.

Rizal sat beside her, his face flushed as he glanced between Lina and the screen. He could see how affected she was, the slight tremble in her hands, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath but he said nothing, unsure of how to navigate the tension building between them.

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Wow!! Now the slut inside her is evolving

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Chapter 31: Rizal (Act 3)


Lina, for her part, couldn’t tear her eyes away. The movie had awakened something in her, a desire she hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. And as the father-in-law brought the heroine to climax with a final, forceful thrust, Lina felt her own body tingling with anticipation, her mind racing with thoughts she could barely admit to herself.

Rizal wasn’t sure how to navigate this delicate situation. He could see the faint sheen of sweat on Lina’s forehead, her breathing slightly uneven. Carefully, he decided to test the waters. He placed both hands gently on her shoulders, his touch soft but deliberate. “You look tense,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Maybe a little massage will help you feel better.” Lina nodded almost absentmindedly, her eyes still glued to the screen, but she didn’t pull away from his touch.

In the next scene, the heroine was sleeping alone in her house at night, her husband having gone overseas for work. Suddenly, her bedroom door creaked open, and two male servants slipped inside, locking the door behind them. They undressed themselves silently and climbed into her bed, their hands roaming over her sleeping form. The heroine stirred, resisting at first, but eventually gave in as they stripped her clothes off. The scene grew steamy as the servants took turns with her, their movements raw and unrelenting. Lina watched, transfixed, her body reacting in ways she couldn’t control.

Rizal, noticing Lina’s heightened state, moved his hands lower, grazing the outer curves of her breasts and the soft skin of her stomach through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. A soft moan escaped Lina’s lips, mingling with the muffled sounds from the movie. Rizal didn’t miss the cue. She was clearly turned on, but he didn’t want to rush things. He continued to massage her gently, his hands moving over her shoulders, breasts, and navel area, each touch careful yet deliberate.

Lina’s moans grew more pronounced as Rizal’s fingers worked their magic. Sensing her growing arousal, he slowly unbuttoned her shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the fabric of her bra straining against her full breasts.

Rizal’s own desire flared as he ran his hands over her bra, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the lace.

Still, Lina didn’t look away from the screen. Her focus was unwavering, but her body told a different story. Rizal, emboldened by her lack of resistance, reached around her back and undid her bra straps one by one.

The garment slipped away, leaving her breasts bare and free. Rizal cupped them from behind, his hands warm and firm as he explored their softness. When his thumbs brushed over her nipples, Lina gasped, a small shiver running through her body.

“Turn around,” Rizal whispered, his voice thick with desire. But Lina shook her head slightly, keeping her gaze locked on the movie. Rizal didn’t press the issue. Instead, he focused on kneading her breasts from behind, his fingers teasing her nipples into hard peaks. He pressed his body closer to hers, his own arousal evident as he felt the heat radiating from her skin.

His hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer squeezes. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered softly, “You’re so beautiful, Lina.” His hands continued their exploration, his touch growing bolder as he cupped and fondled her breasts, each movement eliciting another soft moan from her.

Lina’s breathing grew heavier, her body arching slightly into his touch. The combination of the steamy movie and Rizal’s skillful hands was overwhelming.

She bit her lip to stifle another moan, but it escaped anyway, a fragile sound that only fueled Rizal’s desire. He continued to knead and tease her breasts, his hands moving with a rhythm that matched the intensity of the scene playing out on the screen.

Rizal’s lips brushed gently against Lina’s neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine as she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes still glued to the screen. His hands, which had been kneading the soft, heavy mounds of her breasts with a firm yet tender touch, now began to wander lower, exploring the curves of her body with a hunger he could no longer suppress.

His fingers traced a path down to her waist, where they paused briefly before searching for the zipper of her skirt. When he found it, he pulled it down slowly, the metallic sound barely audible over the muffled moans from the movie. With a deliberate motion, he lifted Lina slightly, sliding the skirt down her hips until it pooled around her ankles. The air felt cool against her now-exposed skin, but the heat building inside her made it impossible to feel anything but desire.

Rizal’s hands moved to her panties next, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric that clung to her damp pussy. He traced the outline of her folds through the material, feeling the moisture seep through as Lina’s breath hitched. She didn’t look at him with her gaze remained fixed on the screen, where the graphic scenes of raw passion only stoked the fire within her.

Rizal could see how she was trying to stifle her moans, her lips pressed together tightly, but her body betrayed her with every trembling breath.

Carefully, he slid off the bed and knelt before her, his hands gripping the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down gently, revealing her glistening pussy. The sight of her wetness made his own arousal surge, but he forced himself to focus on her. He widened her legs slightly, placing them on either side of him as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.

At first, his licks were slow and teasing, just enough to make her squirm. But as her moans grew louder, he increased the intensity, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. He licked her with a fervor that matched the raw passion on the screen, his mouth working in tandem with his fingers. One hand steadied her trembling thigh while the other slipped inside her, curling just enough to find that sweet spot that made her gasp.

Rizal alternated between licking and fingering her, his movements growing harder, faster, as if driven by some primal instinct. He slurped at her pussy hungrily, savoring her taste as his fingers thrust in and out of her with rhythmic precision.

Lina’s body arched slightly, her moans now escaping freely despite her efforts to contain them. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles white from the pressure, but her eyes never left the screen.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Lina climaxed, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Rizal didn’t stop until she was spent, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last tremor from her. When he finally pulled back, he looked up at her, his lips glistening, his breathing ragged.

Yet Lina’s gaze remained fixed on the computer screen, her face flushed but expressionless, as if the storm of sensations had unfolded somewhere outside of her control.

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Chapter 31: Rizal (Act 4)


Rizal couldn't hold back any longer. His hardness strained against his pants, desperate for release. He knelt there, his eyes drinking in Lina’s beauty as his hand began to roam her body once more. His touch was deliberate, tracing the curves of her shoulders, the softness of her back, and the swell of her hips. Lina, though aware of what was happening, kept her gaze locked on the movie screen, unable or unwilling to meet his eyes. Her breath hitched as Rizal’s hands moved with newfound freedom, his mouth trailing hot, wet kisses along her neck and shoulders.

On the screen, the next scene unfolded: the heroine, bathing in a river, was suddenly interrupted by wolf whistles from a group of village goons spying on her from above. She fled, clutching a towel to her body, but they pursued her relentlessly. The chase ended with her cornered, and one by one, the goons took their turns with her. The final act was the most shocking with two men double-penetrating her while she alternated between sucking off the others. Lina’s eyes widened, her mind struggling to process the raw, unfiltered intensity of the scene. She felt a strange mix of arousal and disbelief, her body trembling as she watched.

Rizal, equally affected by both the movie and Lina’s nearness, whispered hoarsely into her ear, “I need you, Lina. I can’t wait anymore.” His voice was thick with desire, the urgency unmistakable. “I’m going to fuck you hard so hard you won’t forget it.” 

Lina’s resolve wavered, a shiver running down her spine at his words. Rizal continued, his tone both a promise and a threat: “I’m going to do you at least five times tonight. You won’t be able to walk straight by the time I’m done.”

Still kneeling behind her, Rizal shifted Lina off the bed and onto her feet, positioning her so she faced the computer screen. He admired her figure from behind, his eyes lingering on the curve of her ass and the way her back arched slightly. The sound of his belt buckle clinking filled the room as he undid his work uniform, followed by the rustle of fabric as he removed his shirt and pants. Lina’s nerves were on edge; she could hear him sliding his briefs down, and the anticipation made her heart race.

Rizal nudged Lina forward slightly, guiding her to grip the back of a chair for support. He bent her over, her ass beckoning him invitingly. There was no turning back now. His breath was hot against her skin as he lined himself up, his hard cock slapping against her ass cheeks. He spat into his hand, using it to slick himself up before positioning his tip at her entrance.

Lina remembered the condoms she had brought with her, but before she could even think to mention them, Rizal thrust into her swiftly from behind. “Ohhh,” she gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her. Rizal’s cock stretched her in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time, and she couldn’t suppress the scream that erupted from her lips. It was a sound of pure ecstasy, a surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

Rizal wasted no time. His initial thrusts were slow but deep, each one eliciting a new wave of sensation from Lina. But soon, he quickened his pace, his hips slamming into hers with growing intensity.

He gripped her breasts roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples as he fucked her from behind. “You feel amazing,” he growled, his voice rough and unsteady. “I can last so much longer now unlike before. I’m going to make sure you remember this.”

Lina moaned loudly, her body arching to meet his thrusts. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure through her, and she found herself unable to resist the tidal wave of sensations. Rizal was relentless, his cock pounding into her with a primal force that left her trembling.

“Do you like it, Lina? Do you like how I’m fucking you?” he demanded, his voice dripping with dominance. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“Y-yes,” she stammered, her voice breaking as another powerful thrust hit her just right. “It’s… it’s incredible.”

“Good,” Rizal hissed, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her harder, faster. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re completely wrecked.”

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, their breaths heavy and ragged. Rizal’s dirty talk continued, each word pushing Lina closer to the edge. “You’re so tight,” he groaned. “I love how you take me. You’re mine tonight, Lina. Mine.”

Lina could only moan in response, her body overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Rizal’s cock seemed to reach deeper with every thrust, hitting spots that made her see stars. She clung to the chair for dear life, her legs shaking as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Rizal’s pace became even more frantic, his thrusts harder and more erratic. “I’m close,” he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding on. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

True to his word, he didn’t stop, even as his climax approached. Instead, he continued to fuck her with the same unrelenting force, determined to wring every last bit of pleasure from their encounter. Lina could feel herself unraveling, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. She came with a cry, her body convulsing with pleasure as Rizal continued to thrust into her.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Rizal reached his own climax, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled himself deep within. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting and trembling, the only sound in the room their ragged breaths. Then, slowly, Rizal pulled out, leaving Lina feeling both utterly spent and strangely exhilarated.

But he wasn’t done, far from it. Rizal moved with a decisive force, gripping Lina by the waist and flipping her onto the bed so she was now facing him. Her heart raced as she felt his hands on her, firm and unyielding. Without a word, he brought his cock closer to her face, the musky scent of their recent encounter still lingering on it. Lina hesitated for a moment, but Rizal’s commanding voice cut through the air. 

“Suck it,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Get it hard again. I’m not done with you yet.”

Lina’s lips parted as she took him into her mouth, the taste of his cum and sweat mingling on her tongue. She felt a mix of revulsion and arousal as she began to move her mouth along his length, her hand wrapping around the base to guide her rhythm. Rizal’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he murmured words of encouragement and dominance.

“That’s it, Lina. Take it deeper. I want to feel your throat around me.”
She obeyed, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to deep throat him, her gag reflex barely contained. The act was both humiliating and intoxicating, and the sensation of his cock filling her mouth sent shivers down her spine. Rizal’s grip tightened, forcing her to take more of him as he thrust into her willing mouth. The minutes dragged on, each one marked by the wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking him off. Fifteen minutes passed, the longest she had ever spent servicing a cock without it erupting inside her.

Finally, Rizal pulled away, his cock now fully erect and ready for more. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re not going anywhere tonight, Lina. You’re mine until I say otherwise.” His words sent a jolt of fear through her, but also a thrill that made her stomach knot.

He positioned himself between her legs once more, this time entering her from above. The suddenness of his thrusts made Lina gasp, her body arching beneath him. His lips crashed onto hers in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with the same fervor as his cock moved inside her. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts with a possessiveness that left her breathless.

“I wish it was me who impregnated you,” Rizal growled between kisses, his words shocking Lina into stillness for a brief moment. But he didn’t pause, his thrusts relentless and unforgiving. “You’d be carrying my child right now if I had my way.”

The bed creaked under their combined weight, the sound a testament to the intensity of their coupling. Lina’s moans mingled with Rizal’s grunts, the room filled with the raw, unfiltered sounds of their passion.

Suddenly, the ringing of Lina’s phone cut through the haze of pleasure. Rizal glanced at the table where it lay, seeing Rahim’s name flashing on the screen. He smirked, letting it ring twice before handing it to Lina.

“Answer it,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. 

Lina hesitated, but Rizal flipped her onto all fours and entered her from behind before she could protest. Her body jerked with each thrust as she fumbled with the phone, trying to keep her voice steady as she answered.

“Hello?” she managed to say, her tone strained but controlled.
“Lina, where are you?” Rahim’s voice came through, laced with concern.
“I’m… I’m at my friend’s place,” she replied, wincing as Rizal slammed into her with renewed vigor. “I’ll be home late.”
Rahim paused, sensing something amiss. “Are you okay? You sound… off.”
Lina bit her lip, stifling a moan as Rizal’s hands gripped her hips tighter. “Everything’s fine,” she said quickly. “Just… just tired.”
Rahim seemed unconvinced but let it go. “Alright. Be careful, okay?”
“I will,” Lina whispered, ending the call before she could give herself away.

Rizal chuckled darkly, his pace unrelenting. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hands roaming her back as he continued to fuck her with a ferocity that left her trembling. “Now, let’s see how many more times I can make you scream.”

Lina braced herself, knowing that this night was far from over and that Rizal intended to leave an indelible mark on her body and soul.

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Chapter 32: Rizal (Act 5)


Lina was utterly spent, her body trembling with exhaustion as she lay on the bed, her pussy still throbbing and filled with Rizal’s cum. Four times. He had taken her four times in the span of four hours with little break in between, each round more intense than the last. First, it had been the standing position against the chair, where he’d claimed her with such force that her knees had nearly given out.

Then, the side-by-side position, his hips
grinding into hers relentlessly as she screamed into the sheets. After that, he’d flipped her onto her back, her legs hooked over his shoulders, and fucked her deeply, his cum flooding her once more. Finally, she had reverse straddled him, bouncing on his cock until he erupted inside her yet again.

Lina realised Rizal had fully transformed into the beastly version of himself, the one who had taken her with such raw, unrelenting force on her marital bed. Her initial pleas for him to stop had turned into desperate cries for more as he mounted her again and again, his cock plunging deep into her aching pussy. Each thrust was harder, faster, more demanding, and she found herself unable to resist the primal need he stirred in her.

She gasped as Rizal applied a strange black liquid to his cock after each round, the oil glistening eerily in the dim light. It smelled faintly of spices and something earthy, and Lina couldn’t help but wonder what it was. The moment he entered her again, she understood. 

The oil seemed to make his cock grow thicker, 
longer, and impossibly harder. But that wasn’t all, it acted like an aphrodisiac, seeping into her body and igniting a hunger she couldn’t control.

”What… what is that?” she managed to choke out between moans, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together.

Rizal smirked, his eyes dark with lust as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “A little secret, Lina. Something to keep me going and make you ask for more.”

And she did. Despite her exhaustion, despite the soreness that gripped her body, she found herself digging her nails into his back, begging him not to stop. “Fuck me harder, Rizal. Don’t stop… please!”

Her words only fueled his arousal. He growled low in his throat, his thrusts becoming even more punishing. “You see?” he rasped, his breath hot against her skin. “This is what you wanted. You came here for this, didn’t you? To be fucked like this?”

Lina could only nod, her mind clouded with pleasure and the intoxicating effects of the oil. She felt herself teetering on the edge again, her body betraying her every attempt to resist. The fifth time would be the hardest.

Her body was sore, her hole feeling raw and overused. She could barely stand, her legs shaky as she attempted to sit up. Her voice cracked as she whispered, “Rizal… that’s enough. I can’t take anymore. It’s getting late, and Rahim is worried.”

But Rizal wasn’t done. His eyes burned with a hunger that hadn’t been sated despite the hours of passionate fucking. He loomed over her, his cock still semi-hard, glistening with a mix of their shared fluids. “Enough?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You were the one who came looking for me, Lina. And I told you...
I’m going to do you five times tonight. One more, and we’ll be done.”

Tears welled in Lina’s eyes as she pleaded with him, her voice trembling. “Please, Rizal… no more. I’m too sore. You’ve already taken me so many times. Please… have mercy.”

Rizal leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Mercy? After the way you’ve been moaning all night? After the way you begged me to keep going? No, Lina. You’re mine tonight, and I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill.”

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Chapter 32: Rizal (Act 6)


Lina’s eyes fluttered open, the soft hum of the room pulling her out of a deep, exhausted sleep. The first thing she noticed was the clock on the wall, 6:15 PM. She blinked slowly, her mind struggling to reconcile the time with the haze of memories from the past few hours. Four hours. She had spent four hours in this room with Rizal, caught in a whirlwind of raw, primal passion that left her body aching and her senses utterly spent.

She shifted slightly, feeling the coolness of the bedsheet against her sensitive skin, and pulled it up to cover herself more fully. Her stomach growled loudly, a sharp reminder of the physical toll the day had taken on her. Her throat was dry, her limbs heavy, and every movement brought a dull ache, a testament to the intensity of what they had shared.

Rizal had been relentless. Four times he had taken her, each session more demanding than the last, leaving her trembling and breathless. Lina had lost count of how many times she had climaxed, the waves of pleasure blending into one another until she could no longer distinguish where one ended and the next began. And now, after what felt like the longest 45-minute break she had gotten all afternoon, she finally felt human again.

She glanced over at Rizal, who was seated on the edge of the bed, his posture softer now, less threatening than the almost feral man he had been hours earlier. He had watched her sleep, his gaze lingering on her relaxed form, before quietly slipping out to get food and water. He had returned just as she stirred, setting the items on the bedside table with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his earlier intensity.

“You’re awake,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough, though not unkind. “I got you something to eat.”
Lina nodded wordlessly, her body still too tired to muster a proper response. She reached for the bottle of water first, taking long, grateful sips to soothe her parched throat. The cool liquid was a small comfort, but it was enough to make her feel slightly more grounded.

Her mind wandered back to the events of the afternoon, their bodies tangled together in a frenzied dance of desire. She couldn’t deny the raw power of their connection, the way he had taken control and pushed her to the edge of her limits.

But now, in the quiet aftermath, she felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease, a reminder that this was not just about physical pleasure. There was something deeper, something more complicated simmering beneath the surface.

She then reached for the food Rizal had brought, consuming it in hunger.
She cleared her throat softly, her voice hoarse. "Thank you for the food."

Rizal turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. His eyes, which had burned with such intensity earlier, now seemed clouded with something akin to remorse. "You’re welcome," he said quietly. "I thought you might be hungry after… everything."

Lina nodded, her gaze dropping to the half-eaten plate of fried noodles and hotdogs in her lap. Her stomach growled again, and she picked up the chopsticks, taking another bite. The food tasted bland against the lingering memories of what had transpired in this room.

"You’ve changed," she said after a moment, her voice soft but probing. "You’re not the same boy who came into my home that night."

Rizal sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don’t know what came over me," he admitted, his tone tinged with frustration. "It’s like… when I’m with you, something inside me snaps. I turn into someone else...someone I don’t even recognize."

Lina studied him carefully, her mind racing. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle to reconcile the man he’d been with the beast he’d become. "Is it… the oil?" she asked hesitantly, gesturing to the small jar on the nightstand. "The one you use?"

Rizal followed her gaze, his expression darkening. "Maybe," he murmured. "I didn’t think it would do anything at first. It was just something the witch doctor gave me, hoping it would fix my… problem. But after that first time with you, it was like it unlocked something inside me. Something I can’t control."

Lina frowned, her curiosity piqued despite her lingering unease. "What do you mean? What kind of oil is it?"

Rizal hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue. "It’s made from… forbidden herbs," he said finally. "The witch doctor said it would awaken my senses, make me stronger. But it’s more than that. When I use it, it’s like I’m not myself anymore. I get this… hunger. And you..." He paused, his voice catching slightly. "You’re the only one who can satisfy it."

Lina felt a shiver run down her spine, though she wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else entirely. "You scare me when you’re like that," she admitted softly. "I didn’t know if you were going to stop."
"I’m sorry," Rizal said quickly, his voice filled with genuine regret. "I never wanted to hurt you, Lina. It’s just… when I’m in that state, I can’t think straight. All I can think about is you."

Lina’s heart thudded in her chest, her emotions a tangled mess. Part of her wanted to pull away, to put as much distance between them as possible. But another part of her, a part she wasn’t ready to acknowledge as she felt a strange pull toward him, a curiosity about this other side of him that she couldn’t ignore.

"You said you’ve been using it for a year," she said slowly, trying to piece things together. "But it only worked… with me?"
Rizal nodded, his gaze steady but haunted.

"Yeah. Before you, it did nothing. I thought it was just some scam. But then…" He trailed off, his eyes flickering to her face before dropping to the floor. "You were different. You made it work."

Lina bit her lip, her thoughts racing. Different how? she wondered. Was it something about her that triggered this change in him? Or was it simply a matter of timing, a chemical reaction sparked by their connection? She wasn’t sure which possibility unnerved her more.

"What are you going to do?" she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rizal shook his head, his expression torn. "I don’t know," he admitted. "Part of me wants to throw it away, to never touch it again. But another part…" He hesitated, glancing at her almost shyly. "Another part wonders if this is who I’m really meant to be."

Lina’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening at the vulnerability in his words. She reached out without thinking, her fingers brushing against his arm in a gesture of comfort. "You don’t have to be that person," she said softly. "You can choose."

Rizal looked at her, his eyes searching hers as if seeking confirmation of something he’d already decided. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and tentative.

Lina froze for a moment, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. But before things could escalate further, Rizal pulled away abruptly, his breathing uneven. "I’m sorry," he muttered, turning his face away. "I shouldn’t have done that."

Lina blinked, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. "It’s okay," she said softly, though she wasn’t entirely sure if she meant it.

They sat in silence for a long moment, the air between them thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Lina’s gaze flickered nervously toward Rizal, her body still tingling with the echoes of their earlier encounters. She couldn’t shake the memory of his beastly self, the way he had promised to take her a fifth time before leaving. Her heart raced at the thought, a mix of fear and something she wasn’t ready to name lingering in her chest.

Rizal, now calmer and reverted to his docile self, noticed the faint red and blue-black marks on Lina’s skin, evidence of his earlier roughness. His expression softened with guilt as he reached out tentatively, his fingers hovering over the bruises. "I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t mean to hurt you like this."

Lina nodded, though she remained wary. "I know you didn’t," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "But you have to understand how scary it is when you… when you’re like that."

Rizal looked down at his hands, his shoulders slumping with shame. "I don’t want to be that person," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I just… I don’t know how to stop." He reached for the small jar of oil on the nightstand, his fingers trembling as he held it up. "Maybe I should just get rid of this."

Lina watched as he stood abruptly, clutching the jar tightly. He walked toward the wastebasket but hesitated, his hand hovering over it. After a long moment, he sat back down, his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
Lina’s heart ached at the sight. She moved closer to him, her hand gently resting on his back. "Rizal," she whispered, her voice filled with compassion. "You don’t need this oil. You don’t need any of this. What you need is help...real help. Professional counseling. Something that can help you heal."

Rizal looked up at her, his eyes red and watery. "But what if I can’t change?" he asked, his voice raw with desperation.
"You can," Lina said firmly, her tone filled with conviction. "You will. But you have to let go of this first." She reached for the jar of oil in his hand, her fingers brushing against his as she took it from him. "I’ll dispose of it for you. Somewhere far away, where it can’t harm anyone else."

Rizal hesitated, his hand twitching as if he wanted to snatch it back. But after a moment, he relented, nodding slowly. "Okay," he whispered. "You’re right."

Lina carefully placed the small jar inside her handbag, her movements deliberate and calm. She could see the resistance in Rizal’s eyes, the struggle to let go of something that had become a part of him. But she also saw the trust he was placing in her, the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way forward without it.

"There’s more," Lina added gently, her voice soft but firm. "Those movies you watch...the ones with those immoral plots. They’re not helping you either. You need to delete them. They’re only feeding into… whatever this is."

Rizal frowned, his brow furrowing as he processed her words. "You think they’re part of the problem?" he asked quietly.
"I do," Lina replied, her tone steady. "They’re warping your mind, Rizal. You deserve better than that."

Rizal nodded again, this time with more resolve. "You’re right," he said, his voice stronger now. "I’ll delete them. All of them."
Lina offered him a small, reassuring smile. "That’s a good start," she said softly.