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Chapter 33: Rizal (Act 9)
Rizal nodded slowly, but his gaze lingered on her face, then dropped to her lips, and finally settled on the curve of her neck. Lina felt a shiver run through her, one she tried to suppress. “Please. Go!” she repeated, firmer this time, her voice tinged with both desperation and resolve.
Rizal exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Alright,” he said reluctantly, but his tone softened as he added, “Can I just… talk to you for five minutes? Please.”
Lina hesitated, her heart torn between sympathy and caution. She glanced around the dimly lit corner, ensuring they were still secluded. Finally, she nodded. “Five minutes,” she said firmly, her arms folded protectively across her chest.
They moved deeper into the tight space, the shadows wrapping around them like a veil. Rizal’s voice was low, almost pleading as he asked, “Will I ever get to see you again?”
Lina’s response was immediate and unwavering. “No,” she said firmly, her eyes locking with his. She could see the pain in his expression, the way his jaw tightened as if her words had struck him physically.
She softened slightly, her voice gentler now. “I forgive you, Rizal… I really do. But this can’t happen again. You need to get proper help. Not some witch doctor’s ointment or quick fix. You need to see someone who can help you with… everything.”
Rizal’s eyes welled with tears, his voice cracking as he spoke. “I’ll never feel the warmth of another woman like you, Lina. Never.”
Before she could respond, he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. Lina hesitated but allowed it, sensing his sincerity and the weight of his remorse.
For a moment, they stood there in silence, the tension between them a mix of guilt and unresolved emotions.
But then, slowly, his hands began to wander down her waist, his grip tightening ever so slightly. Before she could react, his lips pressed against hers in a sudden, desperate kiss.
Lina’s eyes widened in shock as she pushed against Rizal’s chest, breaking the kiss. “Stop!” she said sharply, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.
Rizal froze, his hands still on her waist, but his grip tightened. He looked at her, his eyes clouded by longing. “I’m sorry, Lina,” he whispered, his voice thick with desperation. “I need you one last time. Then it’ll be over.”
Lina’s heart raced as Rizal confessed part of the curse that had consumed him. The witch doctor’s ointment he had applied earlier required him to ejaculate inside her at least five times, or else he’d be tormented by a beastly personality whenever he was near other women. Lina’s mind spun as she processed his words. She remembered the four times he had already taken her earlier that day, each encounter more intense than the last.
“No, Rizal,” she pleaded, her voice trembling but firm. “You can overcome this. You don’t have to give in to the darkness. Just… just fight it.”
But Rizal wasn’t listening. His lips traveled down her neck, sending shivers through her body despite her resistance. One hand moved to grab her breast through her jacket, while the other squeezed her ass through her skirt. Lina shook with a mix of fear and unwanted pleasure, her breath hitching.
“What if someone hears us?” she whispered urgently, her hands pressing against his chest again. “I need to go back to Rahim. Please, Rizal, don’t do this. This isn’t you.”
Rizal’s breath was hot against her skin as he ignored her pleas. “It’ll be quick,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “Just endure it silently for me.”
Before Lina could react, he spun her around, pressing her face-first against the wall. Her heart pounded as she felt him pull off her jacket, leaving her in just her blouse and skirt. Panic surged through her as she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants and briefs.
“Stop!” she cried, but her protest fell on deaf ears. His hands lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, exposing her to the cool night air. She felt his fingers run along her folds, and despite herself, her body betrayed her as she was throbbing wet.
“Look at you,” Rizal growled, his voice low and gruff. “You’re so wet for me.” His cock pressed against her entrance, and Lina clenched her fists against the wall.
“Please, Rizal,” she begged one last time, her voice breaking. “Don’t do this.”
But he was beyond reason now. He entered her slowly, the stretch making her gasp in pain. Her body was oversensitive from their earlier encounters, and she buckled slightly, but Rizal held her steady.
“Just relax,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.
As he began to move, his thrusts long and deliberate, Lina felt her resistance start to fade. Her body responded to him, even as her mind screamed for her to stop. She tried to stifle her moans, but a few escaped, soft and involuntary.
“You’re still so tight,” Rizal groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “After all I’ve done to you today, your pussy is still perfect.”
Lina blushed at his words, her face burning with shame and arousal. She hated how good it felt, how her body seemed to betray her every time.
Rizal’s hands moved up to her blouse, and Lina instinctively clutched at the fabric. But he was relentless, pulling it up and freeing her breasts from her bra. He squeezed them firmly, causing a soft moan to escape her lips.
“I’m not going to finish quickly,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Not this time.”
Rizal nodded slowly, but his gaze lingered on her face, then dropped to her lips, and finally settled on the curve of her neck. Lina felt a shiver run through her, one she tried to suppress. “Please. Go!” she repeated, firmer this time, her voice tinged with both desperation and resolve.
Rizal exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Alright,” he said reluctantly, but his tone softened as he added, “Can I just… talk to you for five minutes? Please.”
Lina hesitated, her heart torn between sympathy and caution. She glanced around the dimly lit corner, ensuring they were still secluded. Finally, she nodded. “Five minutes,” she said firmly, her arms folded protectively across her chest.
They moved deeper into the tight space, the shadows wrapping around them like a veil. Rizal’s voice was low, almost pleading as he asked, “Will I ever get to see you again?”
Lina’s response was immediate and unwavering. “No,” she said firmly, her eyes locking with his. She could see the pain in his expression, the way his jaw tightened as if her words had struck him physically.
She softened slightly, her voice gentler now. “I forgive you, Rizal… I really do. But this can’t happen again. You need to get proper help. Not some witch doctor’s ointment or quick fix. You need to see someone who can help you with… everything.”
Rizal’s eyes welled with tears, his voice cracking as he spoke. “I’ll never feel the warmth of another woman like you, Lina. Never.”
Before she could respond, he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. Lina hesitated but allowed it, sensing his sincerity and the weight of his remorse.
For a moment, they stood there in silence, the tension between them a mix of guilt and unresolved emotions.
But then, slowly, his hands began to wander down her waist, his grip tightening ever so slightly. Before she could react, his lips pressed against hers in a sudden, desperate kiss.
Lina’s eyes widened in shock as she pushed against Rizal’s chest, breaking the kiss. “Stop!” she said sharply, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.
Rizal froze, his hands still on her waist, but his grip tightened. He looked at her, his eyes clouded by longing. “I’m sorry, Lina,” he whispered, his voice thick with desperation. “I need you one last time. Then it’ll be over.”
Lina’s heart raced as Rizal confessed part of the curse that had consumed him. The witch doctor’s ointment he had applied earlier required him to ejaculate inside her at least five times, or else he’d be tormented by a beastly personality whenever he was near other women. Lina’s mind spun as she processed his words. She remembered the four times he had already taken her earlier that day, each encounter more intense than the last.
“No, Rizal,” she pleaded, her voice trembling but firm. “You can overcome this. You don’t have to give in to the darkness. Just… just fight it.”
But Rizal wasn’t listening. His lips traveled down her neck, sending shivers through her body despite her resistance. One hand moved to grab her breast through her jacket, while the other squeezed her ass through her skirt. Lina shook with a mix of fear and unwanted pleasure, her breath hitching.
“What if someone hears us?” she whispered urgently, her hands pressing against his chest again. “I need to go back to Rahim. Please, Rizal, don’t do this. This isn’t you.”
Rizal’s breath was hot against her skin as he ignored her pleas. “It’ll be quick,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “Just endure it silently for me.”
Before Lina could react, he spun her around, pressing her face-first against the wall. Her heart pounded as she felt him pull off her jacket, leaving her in just her blouse and skirt. Panic surged through her as she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants and briefs.
“Stop!” she cried, but her protest fell on deaf ears. His hands lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, exposing her to the cool night air. She felt his fingers run along her folds, and despite herself, her body betrayed her as she was throbbing wet.
“Look at you,” Rizal growled, his voice low and gruff. “You’re so wet for me.” His cock pressed against her entrance, and Lina clenched her fists against the wall.
“Please, Rizal,” she begged one last time, her voice breaking. “Don’t do this.”
But he was beyond reason now. He entered her slowly, the stretch making her gasp in pain. Her body was oversensitive from their earlier encounters, and she buckled slightly, but Rizal held her steady.
“Just relax,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.
As he began to move, his thrusts long and deliberate, Lina felt her resistance start to fade. Her body responded to him, even as her mind screamed for her to stop. She tried to stifle her moans, but a few escaped, soft and involuntary.
“You’re still so tight,” Rizal groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “After all I’ve done to you today, your pussy is still perfect.”
Lina blushed at his words, her face burning with shame and arousal. She hated how good it felt, how her body seemed to betray her every time.
Rizal’s hands moved up to her blouse, and Lina instinctively clutched at the fabric. But he was relentless, pulling it up and freeing her breasts from her bra. He squeezed them firmly, causing a soft moan to escape her lips.
“I’m not going to finish quickly,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Not this time.”
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