In the early 2000s, Jia, a young mother of 1 son living in an exotic country in the far east. She had met her husband, a fellow Asian during their college days & the circumstances when they married was considered scandalous. He was engaged to his then girlfriend but had gotten her pregnant in a casual fling.
They married quickly to avoid salacious gossip & she had to quit school to marry. Over the years, she settled on being a housewife while he traveled extensively for "work". It was during those absent years that he got involved with another woman which strained their marriage extensively. However, living in a conservative Asian society where divorce was taboo, she unfortunately had to tolerate his infidelity.
As a wife, she was loyal to a fault, fairly conservative and they were the atypical Asian family unit. Modest in her demeanour & dressing, she finds joy in simplicity. She is devoted to us and deeply committed to her family.
It was during this time, her son was stricken with asthma. It got so bad that he couldn't breath properly and western medicine didn't seem to do the trick. Due to them being dirt poor, they couldn't really afford the doctor & the healthcare system in the country was chronically bad as they are considered a 3rd world developing nation.
Standing at barely 5 feet, she is incredibly petite. If you had seen her while walking behind her on the streets, you might be forgiven for mistaking her for a high schooler. But once she turned around, you would see her unmistakable womanly contours. A girl who perhaps was pushed into motherhood far too soon.
She is a real smoke show, a petite package of forbidden seduction wrapped in an hourglass figure that seemed custom-made to drive men wild. Her full, tempting curves drew attention effortlessly. Her curvy physique was a result of an endocrinal condition: Endometriosis. The same condition that plagued Marilyn Monroe and it made her breasts swell up to her impossibly large 32DD bust because of endometriosis induced macromastia. Her sizable bosom was like a physical parody against her diminutive frame due to her narrow waist like a disproportionate Barbie doll. It was as if God had made her with too little putty and decided as a joke to place the remainder on her chest. Busty as she is, her figure flared out onto feminine hips that hinted at elegance and an irresistible allure.
She was rather conscious about her body and took great pains to hide it from prying eyes underneath large sweaters and clothes that didn't accentuate her voluptuous figure. She however failed horribly in that aspect, especially when she walked on the streets. Her breasts didn't only bounce with each step, but they swayed and strained against her clothes. Many times, she would find straying gazes at her from other male strangers who noticed her in the streets & the occasional cat calls which made her blush. She found it really hard to find suitable clothes as she had the frame of a little girl but the voluptuousness of a porn star.
Speaking of walking, with every step she took, her body radiated naivety and youthfulness, the gentle movement of her silhouette was deeply captivating for all who gander at her. Her gait was child-like & carefree, hinting at her own immaturity. Long, dark hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that held a knowing smile and soft glimmering eyes on a face that was a masterpiece of delicate symmetry, with porcelain smooth skin. Her brows arched delicately, framing her gaze with a touch of elegance, while her small button nose tapered softly, adding to her refined allure. Her lips, a natural shade of blushing pink, curved gently, as though always on the verge of a secret smile.
In short, she had the face of an angel cursed with the sinful curves of a devil.
Being a very devout Taoist and a very generous person, she would often donate money and her time to our community temples till it hurts. Perhaps she was trying to undo any bad karma she might have reaped by being a 3rd party as it was considered very taboo in their society.
However, as great as her love for all people was, her biggest undoing would be her woeful gullibility and her unquestioning belief in all things paranormal & supernatural. It was a common belief among their people that one's fate is dictated by Karma & the world we inhabit is shared with good as well as evil spirits. Spirits of which they believe have incredible hold and power in our lives. The power to do good as well as depraved sinful acts where the line between good and evil are often blurred. It also did not help that she was also and still is an air-head. If she was caucasian, she would most definitely be a blond bimbo.
As her only son was suffering from a seemingly incurable bout of Asthma & she was experiencing marital woes brought on by her unfaithful father, she sought solace & resolution in religion. That was how a certain Mr Chan and his brother came into the picture.
Mr Chan was a spiritual medium who had spent a couple of years as an ascetic studying the mystic arts of Mao Shan Magic in an unknown overseas temple. Mao Shan Magic (θ ε±±ζ³ζ―) is a system of Taoist mystical practices and rituals originating from Mao Shan (Mount Mao), a sacred Taoist mountain in Jiangsu Province, China. Mao Shan Magic is deeply rooted in Taoist cosmology, esoteric knowledge, and the pursuit of spiritual power. The rituals often involve invoking spirits, use of Talismans, magical rites & fortune telling. It was also known to blend in other Asiatic belief systems like Buddhism & regional Animistic practices.
Mr Chan was reputed to have vast healing powers and could exorcize all kinds of demons as well as very accurate divination. Unbeknownst to most at that time, he had studied under a splinter sect that was expelled for their unorthodox demonic practices as well as abuse of spiritual power for their own earthly agendas. Regardless, he had built up a small loyal following & amongst his devotees was Lulu who was a friend and neighbor of hers.
Lulu worked as a hostess in a seedy bar near where she lived. Jia had met her while volunteering at the local temple and they became fast friends despite their very different backgrounds. It was she who badgered Jia who was easily impressionable to seek out Mr Chan to cure her family ills.
Therefore on a fateful Saturday afternoon & upon Lulu's urging and arrangement she would go to somewhere on the edge of their bustling city for that fateful appointment
When she alighted from the taxi, she noticed the block Mr. Chan lived in was a large and aged apartment complex surrounded by closed Gogo bars and unlit neon signs. The building loomed like a decaying giant, its once-proud facade now a patchwork of cracked plaster and exposed brick, streaked with grime and the stains of decades of neglect. Windows, some shattered and patched with cardboard or plastic sheeting, stared out like hollow eyes, while others were crammed with makeshift curtains and flickering lights that hinted at the many lives crammed within.
The entrance, a rusted metal door hanging askew on broken hinges, opened into a dim, urine-scented hallway where the walls were scrawled with graffiti and peeling paint. The air was thick with the stench of mildew, rotting garbage, and the acrid tang of unwashed bodies while Jia and I held our noses as I felt her grasp on my hand tighten.
As she took the creaky lift up to the 6th floor, she felt nervous as its dim light flickering as the doors groaned shut behind her. As it ascended with a slow, unsettling rattle, she couldn't shake the feeling that the shadows in the corners were shifting, watching her.
She was wearing a simple white silk blouse paired with a denim skirt. The silk blouse she wore clung delicately to her voluptuous form, its fabric catching the light with a subtle sheen that highlighted the soft swell of her bust and the gentle slope of her shoulders.
She was sweating due to the humidity as her blouse clung to her body with her sweat. Shaded outlines of her beige nude-color bra she wore underneath. The blouse she wore was factory made as even though it fitted her shoulders, it was literally bursting at the seams from the front as her bosom strained against the buttons, threatening to propel them against the wall of the lift each time she heaved nervously. Most women wearing a blouse size XXS don't have 32DDs.
Her blouse, was tucked neatly into a high-waisted black skirt, accentuated her narrow waist before flaring slightly over the gentle curve of her hips. The skirt, sleek and hugging her bottom perfectly, ended just above her knees, revealing her slender bare legs with perked up calves due to her wearing high heels. She had her hair tied back in a neat little bun fastened by a chopstick-like hairpin.
The lift door creaked open to a dimly lit corridor with cracked, yellowing walls and rusty pipes. It took her forever to find Mr Chan's apartment as she navigated through the labyrinth of doors along the squalor. She finally found his unit along a deserted corner of the 6th floor. It was flanked by 2 empty units with faded eviction notices on its doors. She looked at the unit number above us "66", and mumbled to herself:" I think this is the unit. I wonder if anyone is home?"
Almost in response to her question, she heard the faint garish sounds of TV rising from within the unit and a cacophony of female voices getting louder and louder. At first it was gibberish but it got louder and she heard the words: "Yamate! Yamate Kudasai! Aaaah Aaah. Yamate!" along with the painful moans of a woman bellowing from inside the unit.
"Is that porn?" her face turned red with embarrassment to the thought of that and she was unsure if she should proceed.
