Steam curled heavy through the spa hall, lavender and oil clinging thick to the air. Nina was still pinned beneath Lacey, robe torn wide across her chest, oil streaking her thighs like liquid light. Every shaky breath made her cleavage swell against the spear pressing her down.
Tim stepped closer, knife gleaming. His body betrayed him — the fight had already left him hard, and watching oil-slick skin grind against skin hadn't helped. His cock strained painfully, but he forced his voice to stay cold.
"You want Ryan back?" he said. "Then here are the terms."
Nina's lips parted, wet and trembling. Her eyes darted up to his, and the sight made his stomach twist.
"One," Tim said, tone sharp, "you join Tidam. You're our fifth now. No more double-playing. You want Ryan alive? You bleed with us."
Jenny stiffened at his side. Her damp robe clung sheer against her chest, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. Her lips pressed thin, but her eyes burned — protective, angry, and something else. Tim caught himself staring a heartbeat too long, his cock twitching hard, and tore his gaze away.
Yuko sat on the edge of a massage table, towel sliding higher on her thigh. She twirled her knife lazily, head tilted, a smirk curving her glossed lips. Her eyes flicked down to Tim's lap and back up, knowing. His blood ran hotter at the look, a mix of mockery and invitation.
Amy, meanwhile, had wormed herself against Jenny, arms wrapped around her waist. She pouted like a jealous kitten, cheeks flushed pink, hoodie slipping low enough to bare one shoulder. Her wide eyes never left Tim, as if daring him to look anywhere else. He tried not to, but the little brush of her thigh against Jenny's hip made him swallow hard.
"And two," Tim continued, his knife lowering slightly, "you become our reverse spy. You'll go back to Nomerci and tell them you caught us. Sell it, Nina. Make Genny believe you won."
Nina's chest rose, silk clinging damp and see-through, every curve framed by the oil glistening on her skin. She bit her lip, eyes flicking from Lacey's spear to Tim's face. His cock ached harder at the sight, rage and arousal blurring into one.
Lacey leaned down, pressing her weight harder, breasts brushing Nina's as she held her pinned. Her hair dripped water onto Nina's collarbone, sliding down between the valley of her chest. "Don't even twitch wrong," Lacey warned. Her voice was firm, but her body gleamed like a fitness model drenched in sweat — powerful, raw, undeniably hot.
Tim clenched his jaw. His mind screamed focus, but his body throbbed to every detail — Jenny's glare, Yuko's smirk, Amy's pout, Lacey's dominance, Nina's trembling cleavage. His cock pressed tight against his pants, and it took everything not to shift uncomfortably.
"And three," he growled, leaning in close enough to feel Nina's breath, "you help us lure Genny back here. To this spa. The same trap you set for us — but this time, it's her neck under the blade."
For a long moment, steam filled the silence.
Nina's mascara was smeared, her skin slick and glowing, her body trembling against Lacey's spear. She nodded slowly, tears mixing with oil on her cheeks. "I'll do it," she whispered. "I'll join Tidam. I'll bring her here."
Tim exhaled, chest tight, cock throbbing painfully under his torn pants. For the first time, Tidam had five — but the tension between lust, trust, and hate was thicker than the steam around them.
Jenny crossed her arms over her chest, robe slipping lower as she shifted. Yuko's smirk sharpened, her eyes flicking between Nina's curves and Tim's hard stare. Amy clung tighter to Jenny's side, cheeks red, lips pressed tight like she might cry. Lacey didn't even glance up, her spear still grinding into Nina's slick chest.
Tim tightened his grip on the knife, forcing his body under control. "Then it's settled," he said, voice rough. "Because next time Genny walks through that door… she's the one who bleeds."
The steam shifted, carrying with it the scent of oil, sweat, and something darker.
Tidam wasn't just five now. Tidam was fire waiting to explode.