The retreat looked like it belonged on Instagram Explore, not in Villian Ville. Lanterns glowed against cedar wood, steam curled over hot pools, and massage tables lined the hall like something out of a luxury resort ad.
Tidam laid out across them, towels slipping, skin glistening under oil. For the first time in weeks, the air was filled not with blood but with sighs.
Tim sat nearby, knife at his hip. But his body betrayed him.
Lacey stretched with a moan, tank top tugged low. Oil streamed down her spine, highlighting every muscle line like a fitness model mid-photoshoot. Tim's eyes locked on the curve of her chest pressed into the padding, and heat pooled fast in his groin.
Amy giggled on the next table, hoodie peeled off, towel barely covering her hips. "This feels like one of those spa clips people upload at 2 a.m.," she teased, cheeks pink, towel slipping lower as the masseuse kneaded. Tim's cock twitched hard, shame fighting with desire — too young, too soft, but her pout carried the same energy as those viral "innocent but not" TikTok girls.
Yuko tilted her head back, oil glistening across her thighs. She smirked directly at Tim, lips parting, the sound of her breath a low exhale. "Leader," she purred, "enjoying the show?" She looked like an idol caught in a fan-cam, legs crossed high, daring him to keep watching. His cock stiffened further, straining against his pants.
Jenny lay last, robe loose at the collar. Steam clung to her pale chest, sheer fabric sticking wet against skin like a lingerie ad gone transparent. Her lashes fluttered, her chest rising slow, and Tim nearly groaned aloud. His body tightened, hard and throbbing, guilt mixing with hunger.
It felt like he'd stumbled into a soft-core porn set disguised as a spa.
Then everything snapped.
Ropes cut into wrists. Tim jerked, muscles flexing, cock still swollen from everything he'd seen. Amy whimpered, towel sliding dangerously low as she thrashed. Yuko cursed as her skirt rode up in the struggle. Jenny's robe slipped almost open, breasts straining against thin fabric as she fought.
From the shadows, Nina appeared. No longer the polite hostess — now in black silk lingerie that hugged her hips, cleavage spilling like she'd stepped out of an OnlyFans thumbnail.
"You should've known," she crooned, perfume thick, eyes sharp. "Spas are for surrender."
Tim's breath caught. Rage surged — but so did blood between his legs as she bent low, silk clinging to every curve.
But Lacey wasn't tied.
Her masseuse lay dead at her feet. Oil slicked her palms, spear shaft gleaming.
"You picked the wrong spa day," she hissed.
The spear cracked Nina's back. She shrieked, stumbling forward.
The fight turned into something indecent. Oil smeared across both women's bodies as they grappled. Lacey's chest pressed against Nina's, nipples hard through thin fabric. Nina clawed back, silk slipping down, exposing more. Their thighs tangled, sliding together in a way that looked like an R-rated catfight clip filmed for clicks.
Tim strained against his ropes, cock throbbing as he watched. His mind screamed to look away, but his body locked on the scene. Lacey's knee pinned Nina's hips, their bodies slick and grinding, oil dripping between them. Nina's moans blurred into curses, half-sex, half-rage.
Finally, Lacey slammed her spear shaft across Nina's throat, pinning her down. Both women glistened, chests heaving, breasts sliding against sweat and oil. They looked like porn actresses locked in a fight scene too raw to fake.
Tim's breath grew ragged. He hated himself for it — cock stiff as stone, body burning with lust when he should be furious.
"Why?" he roared, desperate to end it.
Nina's sultry mask cracked. Tears streaked her makeup, smearing with oil. "Because they have him," she sobbed. "Nomerci has Ryan. My Ryan. If I didn't deliver you, he dies."
Pinned beneath Lacey, trembling, oil-streaked and broken, Nina no longer looked like a seductress. She looked like a woman chained by love — and a weapon in someone else's hand.
And Tim realized: this spa hadn't just been a trap. It had exposed every weakness, even his own.