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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.
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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