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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…”
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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