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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.
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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