Chapter 1868: Hot Spring
Villain Ch 1868. Hot Spring
He set the mug down, rolling his shoulders like he was loosening armor after a long campaign.
His eyes drifted over the table—Vivian sprawled across her chair in nothing but a thin robe, Bella wrapped in a blanket toga, Shea in her bra like she was two seconds from declaring another training session, Larissa sipping wine like it was ten at night instead of ten in the morning, Alice picking at a sticker still stuck to her thigh, Jane scribbling notes in her battered book, and Azura hugging her robe like she was guarding a secret she couldn’t put into words.
Chaos. Every single one of them. And still—his chaos.
He exhaled and tapped the counter. "Alright. I’ve got an idea."
Eight pairs of tired, curious, suspicious eyes locked on him.
"The villa has a private hot spring," Allen said casually. "Indoor. Secluded. Big enough to drown a small army. And since all of you clearly need to wash off last night’s... sins, and the sweeper bots are already handling the mess out here..." He leaned back, letting his smirk curl slow. "Why don’t we make that our morning activity?"
The room fell silent.
Then Bella’s blanket fell off her shoulder. "Hot spring?" she repeated, her voice pitched higher, like she’d just been offered paradise on a silver platter.
"Hot spring," Allen confirmed.
Vivian’s lips parted into a wicked smile. "Steamy, private, enclosed. Oh, darling... you’re basically setting the stage for round two."
Shea pushed up from her chair, cracking her neck like she was warming up for a spar. "Fine. But no one touches me until I soak. My legs feel like I did three marathons back-to-back."
"You did," Zoe said, deadpan. "Just not the running kind."
Shea’s face went red. "Shut up."
Larissa swirled her wine. "I approve. Bubbles, steam, maybe a little champagne if someone’s generous. My kind of hiking."
Jane didn’t even look up from her notebook. "This will be good data. Water makes everything more intense."
Alice grinned like a fox. "I call dibs on sitting beside Allen."
"Too late," Zoe snapped, glaring.
Azura tugged her robe tighter, cheeks blazing. "I... I don’t have a swimsuit."
Allen turned his head to her, slow and deliberate. "Neither does anyone else."
That earned him groans, laughter, and one of Vivian’s low, throaty hums that promised trouble.
"Hot spring it is," Allen said, pushing his chair back.
The villa’s hot spring wasn’t just a pool of water. It was a cathedral of heat and luxury.
Steam curled against the vaulted ceiling, soft and white, catching the morning light pouring in through tall glass panels that stretched from floor to roof. The stone floor was warm beneath bare feet, smooth and pale, leading to a natural-looking basin carved into the mountain itself. Water trickled in from a lion’s head spout, clear and shimmering, the faint scent of minerals and cedar mixing in the air.
The air was thick. Heavy. Like stepping into another world.
Allen leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching as his harem wandered in one by one.
Vivian dropped her robe without hesitation, stretching like a goddess caught in sunlight. "Perfect temperature already," she purred, sliding a toe into the water.
Bella followed, clutching her blanket like she might actually keep it on—then tossed it aside with a grin and cannonballed straight into the spring. Water splashed everywhere. She surfaced, hair plastered to her cheeks, laughing. "Worth it!"
Shea groaned. "You’re such a child." Still, she stripped in quick, efficient motions and stepped in like a warrior into battle, sinking to her shoulders with a hiss of relief.
Zoe trailed behind Allen, unhurried, eyes already on him more than the spring. She let her shirt slip off her shoulders, panties next, then slid into the water with a smirk. "Better than coffee."
Larissa untied Allen’s button-up shirt from her body, tossing it onto a bench like it wasn’t worth the fabric it was sewn from. Naked beneath, she glided in with the grace of someone who’d been raised to turn every movement into a performance. She reclined against the far edge of the spring, wineglass still in hand.
Alice was busy pulling more stickers out of somewhere. "Spa day!" she announced, slapping one across her own chest before sliding into the water beside Bella.
Jane, predictably, didn’t undress so much as discard her clothes, leaving them in a trail like breadcrumbs before slipping into the water with her notebook somehow still in hand.
Allen raised an eyebrow. "You’re not bringing that in here."
Jane smirked. "Then come take it from me."
Azura lingered by the door, frozen.
Allen tilted his head toward her. "You coming in?"
Her hands clenched on her robe. "...I..."
"Azura," Allen said, voice softer now. Not commanding. Just steady. "It’s just us. No one’s judging you."
Vivian leaned back against the stone, smirking. "Except me." Her hands clamped her big boobs.
"Vivian," Allen warned, tone sharp enough to cut.
She held up her hands in surrender, still smiling.
Azura swallowed. Then, slowly, she let her robe fall.
The girls all looked. Not cruel. Not mocking. Just curious. Admiring.
She slid into the water, cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes down.
Allen’s gaze lingered on her just long enough to make her bite her lip before he finally moved.
And stepped in.
The heat hit him instantly, soothing the aches that lingered in every muscle. Steam curled around his jaw. Water lapped at his chest as he sank down, sighing quietly.
For a moment—just a moment—it was peaceful.
Then Vivian swam up behind him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. "So... do we soak first, or skip ahead to corruption?"
Allen chuckled, low. "Eat first, corrupt later. Now it’s soak first, corrupt later."
Bella splashed water at them. "Boring!"
Zoe drifted closer, eyes sharp. "Not boring. Strategic."
Shea leaned her head back against the stone, eyes closed. "I don’t care what happens. I’m not moving for an hour."
Larissa smirked, sipping her wine without spilling a drop. "I’ll drink to that."
Alice slapped another sticker on Allen’s chest, this one reading Property of Chaos.
He sighed. "You’re all children."
Jane finally put her notebook aside, resting her chin on the edge of the spring. "And you love it."
Allen’s lips twitched. "...Unfortunately."
Steam filled the silence, punctuated only by soft laughter, the occasional splash, the clink of Larissa’s glass against the stone.
Allen let his head fall back, eyes half-closed, his harem drifting around him like wild stars pulled into his orbit.