Ban Tinh, isolated and yearning, turns to the comfort of self-love. He strips naked, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. He strokes himself slowly, his mind filled with forbidden thoughts. His fantasy takes over, his hand moving faster, his breathing ragged. He imagines a lover's touch, their hands, their mouths, their bodies entwined. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his body shaking with the force of his release, his mind filled with the echoes of his unspoken desires.