06-07-2025, 08:18 PM
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Chapter 10: Uncle Lim (Act 7)
Lina sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Her body felt heavy, her mind a whirlwind of guilt, shame, and an unsettling residue of pleasure she couldn’t shake. The room smelled of sweat and sex, a stark reminder of what had just transpired. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her fingers trembling as she tried to steady her breathing.
Uncle Lim stirred on the mattress, his frail body shifting as he woke. He blinked groggily, his eyes adjusting to the dim light before landing on Lina. His expression softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his weathered face. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his movements stiff but deliberate. He shuffled toward her, his voice low and apologetic.
“Lina,” he murmured, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She flinched, pulling away from his touch. “I… I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Lina looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen. “You lied to me,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You said there were prostitutes. You said you didn’t need me. But you… you used me.”
Uncle Lim sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. He sat down beside her, keeping a respectful distance. “I didn’t lie,” he said quietly. “There were prostitutes. After the first time we… after that night months ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to find that same feeling with them, but it wasn’t the same. None of them could compare to you, Lina. You’re different. You’re… special.”
Lina stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Special?” she repeated, her voice barely audible. “I’m not special. I’m just… I’m just your employee. Your massage therapist. This isn’t supposed to happen.”
Uncle Lim reached out again, this time gently taking her hand in his. His touch was warm, almost comforting, despite everything. “You’re more than that,” he said softly. “You’ve given me something I haven’t felt in years. A connection. A spark. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I need you, Lina.”
Lina pulled her hand away, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “This is wrong. I’m married. I have a husband who loves me. I can’t do this anymore.”
Uncle Lim nodded, his expression somber. “I understand,” he said quietly. “I won’t force you. But… I want you to know that what we shared was real. For me, at least.” Lina looked away, her mind racing. She felt torn, her body still tingling from the pleasure he had given her, her heart heavy with guilt. She stood up slowly, her legs shaky as she reached for her clothes. She dressed quickly, avoiding his gaze as she pulled on her bra and top, her hands trembling as she buttoned her shorts.
Uncle Lim watched her silently, his eyes lingering on her curves as she moved.
When she was fully dressed, he stood up and walked over to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out two thick envelopes, handing them to her.
“Here,” he said softly. “Take this. It’s your salary increment and a bonus. You’ve earned it.”
Lina hesitated before taking the envelopes, her fingers brushing against his for a brief moment. She tucked them into her bag without looking at him, her mind still reeling.
“This isn’t right..,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Uncle Lim lowered his head, his eyes filled with regret. “Take care of yourself, Lina,” he said quietly.
Lina turned and walked out of the room, her steps slow and unsteady. The cool night air hit her face as she stepped outside, a stark contrast to the heat of the room she had just left. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind as she made her way home.
When she arrived, Rahim was already there, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. He looked up as she walked in, his face lighting up with a smile.
“Hey,” he said warmly. “How was work?” Lina forced a smile, her heart aching as she looked at him. “It was… fine,” she said quietly. She reached into her bag and handed him the envelopes. “Here. My salary increment and a bonus came early.” Rahim’s eyes widened as he took the envelopes, his smile growing wider. “This is amazing!” he exclaimed, opening them to count the cash. “We’re so close now, Lina. Just a few hundred more, and we’ll have enough for the shop.”
Lina nodded, her throat tight as she watched him count the money. She felt a pang of guilt as she thought about where the money had come from, but she pushed the thought aside. “That’s great,” she said softly.
Rahim looked up at her, his expression softening as he noticed the tired look on her face. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.
Lina nodded again, forcing another smile. “I’m just tired,” she said. “I think I’ll go to bed early.” Rahim stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. “You’ve been working so hard,” he said gently. “Get some rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”
Lina leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes as she fought back tears. She wanted to tell him everything, to confess what had happened, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she simply nodded and pulled away.
“Goodnight,” she murmured. “Goodnight,” Rahim replied, watching as she walked down the hallway to their bedroom.
Lina closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the water as hot as she could stand it. She scrubbed at her skin, trying to wash away the memory of Uncle Lim’s touch, but it was no use. Her body still tingled with the remnants of pleasure, her mind haunted by the look in his eyes.
When she finally stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and sat down on the edge of the bed. She stared at the wall, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened.
She heard the bedroom door open and looked up to see Rahim walking in. He smiled at her as he sat down beside her, his hand resting on her thigh.
“You look beautiful,” he said softly.
Lina forced a smile, her heart aching as she looked at him.
Rahim leaned in and kissed her gently, his lips soft against hers. Lina closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the kiss, but all she could think about was Uncle Lim’s hands on her body, his mouth between her legs…
She pulled away abruptly, her breath catching in her throat.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I’m just… really...really tired.” Rahim nodded, his expression understanding. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “Let’s sleep then...”
Lina lay down on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin as Rahim climbed in beside her. She closed her eyes, but sleep didn’t come easily. Her mind was still racing, her body still humming with the memory of Uncle Lim’s touch.
As she lay there in the darkness, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was how it would always be...her body betraying her, her heart torn between the man she loved and the pleasure she couldn’t deny…
Lina sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Her body felt heavy, her mind a whirlwind of guilt, shame, and an unsettling residue of pleasure she couldn’t shake. The room smelled of sweat and sex, a stark reminder of what had just transpired. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her fingers trembling as she tried to steady her breathing.
Uncle Lim stirred on the mattress, his frail body shifting as he woke. He blinked groggily, his eyes adjusting to the dim light before landing on Lina. His expression softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his weathered face. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his movements stiff but deliberate. He shuffled toward her, his voice low and apologetic.
“Lina,” he murmured, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She flinched, pulling away from his touch. “I… I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Lina looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen. “You lied to me,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You said there were prostitutes. You said you didn’t need me. But you… you used me.”
Uncle Lim sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. He sat down beside her, keeping a respectful distance. “I didn’t lie,” he said quietly. “There were prostitutes. After the first time we… after that night months ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to find that same feeling with them, but it wasn’t the same. None of them could compare to you, Lina. You’re different. You’re… special.”
Lina stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Special?” she repeated, her voice barely audible. “I’m not special. I’m just… I’m just your employee. Your massage therapist. This isn’t supposed to happen.”
Uncle Lim reached out again, this time gently taking her hand in his. His touch was warm, almost comforting, despite everything. “You’re more than that,” he said softly. “You’ve given me something I haven’t felt in years. A connection. A spark. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I need you, Lina.”
Lina pulled her hand away, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “This is wrong. I’m married. I have a husband who loves me. I can’t do this anymore.”
Uncle Lim nodded, his expression somber. “I understand,” he said quietly. “I won’t force you. But… I want you to know that what we shared was real. For me, at least.” Lina looked away, her mind racing. She felt torn, her body still tingling from the pleasure he had given her, her heart heavy with guilt. She stood up slowly, her legs shaky as she reached for her clothes. She dressed quickly, avoiding his gaze as she pulled on her bra and top, her hands trembling as she buttoned her shorts.
Uncle Lim watched her silently, his eyes lingering on her curves as she moved.
When she was fully dressed, he stood up and walked over to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out two thick envelopes, handing them to her.
“Here,” he said softly. “Take this. It’s your salary increment and a bonus. You’ve earned it.”
Lina hesitated before taking the envelopes, her fingers brushing against his for a brief moment. She tucked them into her bag without looking at him, her mind still reeling.
“This isn’t right..,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Uncle Lim lowered his head, his eyes filled with regret. “Take care of yourself, Lina,” he said quietly.
Lina turned and walked out of the room, her steps slow and unsteady. The cool night air hit her face as she stepped outside, a stark contrast to the heat of the room she had just left. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind as she made her way home.
When she arrived, Rahim was already there, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. He looked up as she walked in, his face lighting up with a smile.
“Hey,” he said warmly. “How was work?” Lina forced a smile, her heart aching as she looked at him. “It was… fine,” she said quietly. She reached into her bag and handed him the envelopes. “Here. My salary increment and a bonus came early.” Rahim’s eyes widened as he took the envelopes, his smile growing wider. “This is amazing!” he exclaimed, opening them to count the cash. “We’re so close now, Lina. Just a few hundred more, and we’ll have enough for the shop.”
Lina nodded, her throat tight as she watched him count the money. She felt a pang of guilt as she thought about where the money had come from, but she pushed the thought aside. “That’s great,” she said softly.
Rahim looked up at her, his expression softening as he noticed the tired look on her face. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.
Lina nodded again, forcing another smile. “I’m just tired,” she said. “I think I’ll go to bed early.” Rahim stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. “You’ve been working so hard,” he said gently. “Get some rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”
Lina leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes as she fought back tears. She wanted to tell him everything, to confess what had happened, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she simply nodded and pulled away.
“Goodnight,” she murmured. “Goodnight,” Rahim replied, watching as she walked down the hallway to their bedroom.
Lina closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the water as hot as she could stand it. She scrubbed at her skin, trying to wash away the memory of Uncle Lim’s touch, but it was no use. Her body still tingled with the remnants of pleasure, her mind haunted by the look in his eyes.
When she finally stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and sat down on the edge of the bed. She stared at the wall, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened.
She heard the bedroom door open and looked up to see Rahim walking in. He smiled at her as he sat down beside her, his hand resting on her thigh.
“You look beautiful,” he said softly.
Lina forced a smile, her heart aching as she looked at him.
Rahim leaned in and kissed her gently, his lips soft against hers. Lina closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the kiss, but all she could think about was Uncle Lim’s hands on her body, his mouth between her legs…
She pulled away abruptly, her breath catching in her throat.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I’m just… really...really tired.” Rahim nodded, his expression understanding. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “Let’s sleep then...”
Lina lay down on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin as Rahim climbed in beside her. She closed her eyes, but sleep didn’t come easily. Her mind was still racing, her body still humming with the memory of Uncle Lim’s touch.
As she lay there in the darkness, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was how it would always be...her body betraying her, her heart torn between the man she loved and the pleasure she couldn’t deny…
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