Wren let out another groan as the warm oil coated his back.

"Haah~" Wren breathed out with his muscles melting into the table and then the therapist suddenly stopped moving her hands across his skin.

"Why did you stop?" Wren asked as he shifted his head on the padded cradle to look back over his shoulder.

"The ninety-minute massage has ended, sir... It finished just now." the therapist replied with a soft voice as she grabbed a fresh towel.

Wren blinked as the words registered in his relaxed brain. He pulled himself up from the table with the linen sheets sliding off his lower back.

"Thank you," Wren said with a satisfied sigh. "That was very helpful in clearing the stress."

His body that had ached in some parts for the past few days, including in places he didn’t even know existed, now felt light as a feather. The therapist lowered her flushed face to the floor.

"You are welcome, sir." she murmured softly.

Wren sat up on the edge of the massage table and stretched his arms over his head. His joints popped nicely as his muscles flexed under the warm lights, unknowingly showing off his defined physique as the white towel slipped a fraction of an inch down his waist.

The visual made the therapist blush a bright crimson as she backed away with a nervous stutter.

Wren blinked as he watched her frantic retreat.

’What the hell was that?’ Wren thought as he pulled the robe back up to secure it around his waist. Immediately a translucent blue screen appeared floating right in front of him in the empty air.

[Hoho~ You must have really enjoyed yourself, Host. A Spa Day is nice, but don’t forget your mission to get the Business Functions.]

’I am well aware, Nyx,’ Wren thought as he grabbed his plush white robe and slid his arms into the thick fabric. ’And I think this is going as smoothly as it could be. I can’t just go ahead and start having sex already.’

Isabella was a wonderful woman with a massive reputation and a complicated life, not the kind of girl that would just spread out her legs for anyone without a second thought, so he needed to proceed carefully... But all in all, he hoped he could at least cross that line before the end of the luxury cruise trip to secure the next phase of his system rewards.

’Being a manwhore is really hard... how do these guys manage?’ Wren thought with a silent sigh as he tied the thick fabric sash around his waist.

The main attendant stepped back into the center of the Ivory Suite as the girls began sitting up from their respective tables.

"How were your massages?" the attendant asked with a bright professional smile.

"Very good," Diana replied as she adjusted her robe with a rosy flush on her cheeks and the rest of the women agreed.

"The hands of the woman who did my massage were heavenly." Wren added with a genuine smile and his casual praise made the female therapist blush furiously.

"Y-you’re so kind, sir..." the therapist stuttered out as she ducked her head behind her clipboard.

The attendant clapped her hands together.

"I’m glad everyone enjoyed it. Our next stop is the Mani-Pedi lounge right through these doors."

She gestured toward a set of grand double doors on the far side of the room.

The therapists immediately stepped forward, guiding their respective customers toward the lounge with soft touches to their shoulders.

They entered a stunning circular room with massive floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the turquoise ocean and immediately began the preparations.

"Please, lay back and relax," the main attendant instructed as she pointed to the specialized seating.

Wren sank into the oversized velvet chair with a soft sigh of pure comfort as the therapists started soaking their feet in warm, petal-filled basins sitting right below the footrests.

The water was the perfect temperature with soft pink and red rose petals floating against his ankles as the manicure began.

The therapists took their hands, applying warm lotions to their cuticles.

Wren watched how the manicure was doing with mild fascination, he had never experienced something so detailed before.

"Does this feel good?" his personal therapist asked as she looked up through her lashes.

"Yes, it does..." Wren nodded with a calm smile.

She nodded back with a small blush painting her cheeks as she kept working on his nails with smooth motions making sure she got everywhere.

The room fell into a comfortable, luxurious silence for a few minutes before Zoe shifted in her chair.

"Ah, Miss Isabella..." Zoe started as her eyes narrowed slightly across the circle of chairs. "If you are a world-famous racer, then how exactly do you know Wren? Are both of you dating?"

The question hung in the air like a dropped glass.

Leah kept quiet in her seat with her green eyes darting between the two of them, as well as the rest of the girls who suddenly stopped talking and leaned in closer with their ears practically perking up as they wanted to know how she and Wren met in the first place.

Isabella blinked with her heart skipping a beat as the sudden spotlight hit her.

"Dating?" Isabella repeated in a breathless whisper.

’Dating?’ Isabella thought as a sudden, scorching heat rushed straight to her cheeks. Her mind immediately betrayed her, spiraling into vivid imaginations.

’What would happen if Wren and I were actually dating?’ Isabella thought as her pulse raced. ’Would he be kissing me all the time with those soft lips... or would I need to handle that huge, thick dick of his every night in his roo–’

The memory of his erection straining against his boxers from just an hour ago flashed behind her eyelids and she averted her gaze to the side of the room with her face burning hot, as she was about to talk and stumble through a terrible excuse, Wren immediately stepped in to save her.

"We met on the ship," Wren said smoothly as he leaned his head back against the velvet cushion. "We had actually bumped into each other outside the Celestine the first time, and then we met the second time where we went bowling and became quick friends from there."

Isabella swallowed hard as she latched onto his solid alibi with desperate relief.

"That’s right," Isabella added with a forced laugh. "I showed Wren my face during the bowling game and he didn’t even recognize who I was... I’m starting to think that he lives under a rock."

"Hey!" Wren said with a mock offended tone.

His reaction made the two of them laugh naturally, breaking the thick tension in the room for a fleeting second as Wren then looked around the circle of curious girls and dropped a casual bomb.

"And besides, we aren’t dating," Wren added as he waved his hand. "She has a boyfriend... just like Leah."

The two girls immediately perked up after being called out in front of everyone, their spines stiffening in their plush chairs as they glanced at each other across the petal-filled basins.

’Why is she acting like this with Wren then ?’ Isabella thought as she glared at the purple-haired girl. ’She constantly hovers around him when she has a boyfriend of her own who is probably some rich Nepo baby guy like her.’

Leah on the other hand was equally confused at Isabella for staying around Wren as well, knowing full well that the famous racer was dating Marcus, yet here she was following a normal guy around a luxury spa.

But before either of them could say a word to defend their honor, Dani cut into the silence.

"I see..." Dani said with a slow nod, sensing the strange shift in the atmosphere. "Wow, these chairs are so comfy."

Her therapist looked up with a professional smile.

"These are state-of-the-art recliners," the therapist explained. "They feature zero-gravity elevation, built-in lower lumbar massagers, and heated padding."

The massage continued from there with the soft hum of the chairs vibrating against their backs as the pedicures wrapped up, the therapists drying their feet with hot fluffy towels.

Once that was done, the main attendant walked back into the room holding a stack of pristine, high-end folded fabrics.

"Here is your resident swimwear," the attendant said as she handed out the garments. "Please change in the private rooms before heading out to the Jacuzzi."

They all stood up from their chairs.

The girls headed to the left while Wren took his trunks and headed to the right, stepping into the private stall to swap his plush robe for the black swimming trunks provided by the resort.

He tied the drawstring and ran a hand through his damp hair before walking back out into the main suite, waiting by the glass doors.

The girls emerged one by one, creating a sudden breathtaking fashion show of high-end luxury swimwear.

Diana walked out wearing a modest but incredibly flattering one-piece that hugged her soft curves perfectly.

Zoe followed in a sharp, sporty two-piece that showed off her toned stomach, while Priya wore a bright, floral bikini.

Dani stepped out with confidence with her string bikini leaving very little to the imagination even though it didn’t fit her at all as she offered Wren a wink.

Leah emerged in a designer dark purple set that matched her hair, and finally, Isabella stepped out in a sleek black bikini.

"The VIP Jacuzzi features custom temperature controls and high-pressure hydrotherapy jets," the main attendant explained as she opened the glass doors. "Please, enjoy."

Wren stepped out onto the sun-drenched balcony and walked down the submerged stone stairs, sinking into the bubbling, steaming water with a soft sigh of pure bliss escaping his lips.

’This is the life man... The heat feels amazing and my muscles feel relaxed as well.’

The six beautiful girls filed in after him with the water rising higher against his chest as they all took their seats in a tight circle around the tub.

The physical proximity was intense with the water slicking over their bare skin as bare legs occasionally brushed against each other under the churning bubbles.

Attendants appeared on the edge of the balcony carrying silver platters. Wren was served luxury tropical fruits resting on crushed ice and Diana leaned over from her seat right next to him, picking up a plump, imported purple grape with her delicate fingers.

"Here," Diana whispered softly with her face flushing a bright pink as she brought the fruit to his lips. Wren smiled as he parted his lips and took the grape from her fingers.

"Thank you..." Wren said as he chewed the sweet fruit.

The attendants returned a moment later with tall crystal flutes, pouring sparkling champagne for everyone in the tub.

Wren took his glass, the cold alcohol providing a perfect contrast to the boiling heat of the water and rested his arm along the edge of the tub, looking out the luxury window at the endless expanse of the blue ocean.

The alcohol flowed smoothly, loosening the tight constraints and warming their blood even further.

Dani took a long sip of her champagne with her eyes dragging down the defined lines of Wren’s wet chest before she leaned forward.

"So Wren," Dani asked with a bold grin spreading across her lips. "With all of us sitting here looking like this... what exactly is your kind of woman?"

The bubbling of the jets suddenly felt deafening as the chatter in the tub died instantly. Everyone turned their heads to look at him with the tension spiking through the roof as six pairs of eyes locked onto his face.

Wren took a slow deliberate sip of his champagne and looked around the circle of gorgeous women waiting with bated breath.

"My kind of woman is..." Wren said with a smooth smile touching his lips.

...

Meanwhile, miles away on the rugged, dirt-covered trails of the island’s dense jungle interior, the atmosphere was slightly less relaxing.

"And as we run to certain death!" Toby shouted at the top of his lungs as he sprinted through the thick underbrush.

His glasses slid down the bridge of his sweaty nose with his legs burning from exhaustion. He looked back at Zach and the other exhausted guys trailing behind him.

"We trust Wren to do the same for us because my soldiers do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world!" Toby continued to scream as he dodged a low-hanging palm frond. "My soldiers push forward! My soldiers scream out! My soldiers RAZEEEE!"

He didn’t care that he butchered the famous quote with the sheer adrenaline pumping through his veins pushing him past his physical limits as he emerged into a small clearing in the jungle and then he ran forward blindly while baring his fist.

He charged straight at a massive, burly man wearing Explorer’s clothes who was holding a golden envelope containing the next clue to the treasure map.

"Raaaaah!" Toby roared as he leaped into the air with a feral war cry. He pulled his fist back to secure the clue for his team, however he miscalculated his target’s reflexes entirely.

WHACK!

Toby was hit square in the face with a brutal casual backhand from the burly man.

The force of the strike making him spin horizontally in the empty air like a broken helicopter blade before he fell flat on his back against the hard dirt with a sickening thud.

The dust settled around his unmoving body and Toby groaned with his vision swimming with cartoon stars as he weakly lifted his trembling arm into the air.

"Wren..." Toby whispered with a dramatic, dying breath as his arm flopped back down to the dirt. "It’s up to you now... Ugh..."

Toby was knocked out.