The Tentacle Spa

Tags: Widowed Bestie, Secret Aquarium, Seduction, Taboo Relations After my best friend lost her husband, she didn't waste away with grief. Instead, she seemed completely reborn, turning more gorgeous and radiant by the day. I begged her for her beauty secrets, but she kept hesitating, making excuses and insisting it wasn't the kind of place for me. Only after I flashed some serious cash did she finally cave: "I just went to an aquarium for a massage." She lied straight to my face, and I burst out laughing. "How on earth do you get a massage at an aquarium?" Her cheeks flushed with a suggestive, intoxicating glow, her eyes misty with lingering bliss: "The masseuse there isn't human. The slick, squirming touch makes your heart flutter. Just a little bit of its slime can make a woman look years younger overnight." ... When Vivian’s second husband died, I thought she would end up just like she did after her first husband’s death—crying her eyes out every day, sinking into a deep depression. To my shock, she wasn't sad at all. In fact, she happily ran off to the aquarium every single day. What was so fascinating about an aquarium? Was it really worth going daily? Vivian told me that the aquarium she went to was anything but ordinary. She claimed women who went there could rejuvenate their bodies and gain a whole new lease on life. At first, I thought she had simply lost her mind from grief. But after a while, I noticed she truly had transformed. Not only had she developed a fuller, sexier figure, but her skin had turned porcelain-white, soft and flawless, making her look like a drop-dead gorgeous mature siren. Watching my best friend—who used to be just as plain-looking as me—completely transform made me both curious and itch with envy. I begged her to take me along to see this miraculous aquarium. Vivian repeatedly brushed me off, saying it wasn't the kind of place I should go. Since when did an aquarium have VIP requirements? With a flick of my wrist, I sent ten thousand dollars straight to her account. Only then did she finally give in: "I just went to an aquarium for a massage." She lied straight to my face, and I burst out laughing. "How on earth do you get a massage at an aquarium?" It took a two-hour drive to reach the place Vivian mentioned. I glanced at the desolate wasteland around us, silently thinking the owner had to be insane to open a business in the middle of nowhere. The storefront was much smaller than an ordinary aquarium, with utterly plain, bare-bones decor. I gave it a quick glance; the water tanks only held ordinary fish and river shrimp. No wonder there weren't any customers. You could catch this kind of cheap junk in any river—who would pay to see this? The receptionist behind the desk, however, was extremely enthusiastic. The moment she saw Vivian, she started chatting away. It was obvious Vivian was a regular. "Heard you got new stock today. Did you save one for me?" "Of course I saved one for you! The new batch is fierce and packed with stamina! You’re definitely gonna love it." The receptionist gave Vivian a knowing wink. Vivian looked down with a playful scoff, twin flushes of crimson creeping up her cheeks. "So? How were the results from last time?" The receptionist smirked mischievously. Vivian acted even more bashful, her face blushing bright red. "Amazing, honestly. Even my bestie says I've gotten so much prettier." Vivian gave me a gentle push forward as she finished. "Hook her up with a good one. Something suited for her." The more I listened, the more confused I became. Was picking a masseuse really about finding someone 'suited' for you? The receptionist twirled a long, wavy lock of hair around her finger, looking me up and down. "I’ll find her a gentle one." With that, she led us toward the stairs. "What are we doing?" I asked, completely baffled. Everything about this place felt bizarre. They claimed they offered massages, yet there wasn't a single sign or flyer about it. I was genuinely afraid this woman was going to lure us upstairs, knock us out, and sell our organs on the black market. Vivian stayed remarkably calm, flashing a mysterious smile. "Taking you to see an octopus." My eyes widened in utter disbelief. Weren't we here for a massage? Why see an octopus? And could a dump like this even keep an octopus?Though the shop looked plain downstairs, the second floor was a whole different world. The interior was surprisingly upscale, with a faint, intoxicating fragrance lingering in the air—though if you inhaled deeply, you could still catch a faint trace of a salty, fishy musk. The ambient purple lighting gave the atmosphere an undeniably sensual vibe. The receptionist pulled out a keycard and handed it to Vivian, narrowing her eyes. "Here. The room at the very end of the hall. Pace yourself—don't drain it dry." Vivian swallowed hard, took the card, and hurried down the hall. I quickly moved to follow her. Suddenly, the receptionist stuck out an arm to block my path. "Hold on, hold on. Only one guest per room." I furrowed my brows, thoroughly perplexed. What kind of aquarium made guests go in one by one just to look at an octopus? The receptionist took my hand and flashed a fawning smile. "Since you're a first-timer, I'll set you up with a gentle one. I'll give you a discount—ten thousand dollars flat." My eyes widened in shock, and I yanked my hand away from her grip. "You're charging me ten grand just to look at an octopus?" I had money, sure, but I wasn't an idiot. Was that damn octopus made of solid gold? Hearing the commotion, Vivian turned around and shot me a suggestive wink. "Lily, the octopuses here are built different." Before I could say another word, a heavy, heady scent drifted past, making my head spin slightly. "Vivian, hurry on in. That thing took its medicine, and it's already in heat." As soon as the receptionist spoke, Vivian's figure vanished around the end of the hallway. The whole setup felt entirely too sketchy, so I didn't dare hand over any cash. I had no choice but to wait for Vivian in the lounge. The lounge happened to be on the second floor as well. The receptionist had headed back down to greet other guests, leaving me alone in the room, fidgeting anxiously. Vivian wasn't going to end up in danger, was she? In the end, I left the lounge and decided to go check on her. There were five guest suites on this floor. I walked past them one by one. I wasn't sure if my mind was playing tricks on me, but through the closed doors, I could faintly hear the breathy moans of women. But this was an aquarium, not a cheap motel! Maybe it was just because I hadn't had any action in two years, and my starved brain was running wild. Shaking off the thought, I quickened my pace until I finally reached the door at the very end of the corridor. "Mmh, ah... slower, it's so slippery... the front too... bring this hand to the front and suck right here... use the other one down there..." My hand froze just before knocking. I stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed. I knew Vivian's voice better than anyone; we had been friends for ten years. Any married woman would instantly recognize what those noises behind the door meant. Didn't she say she was looking at an octopus? Why on earth were they doing *that*? Suddenly, through the crack beneath the door, a glistening, wet, pink tip slithered into view. A single word flashed across my mind. A tentacle? I jumped back in fright. But when I blinked, it was gone. I tapped my temples. I had definitely been reading too much fantasy manga; my eyes were playing tricks on me. Behind the door, Vivian sounded like she was in absolute heaven. Feeling too embarrassed to interrupt, my face burning crimson, I slunk back to the lounge in shame. An hour later, Vivian finally stepped out. She looked even more radiant and dripping with allure. Her skin was as supple as a ripe peach, looking as though you could squeeze fresh moisture straight out of it with a gentle pinch. She clearly bore the distinct, luscious afterglow of someone who had just been thoroughly ravished. Involuntarily, I reached up and touched my own dull, dry face. I was two years younger than Vivian, but standing next to her, strangers would probably mistake me for her mother. I didn't have the nerve to ask what had happened behind those doors. For several days after returning home, my mind was an absolute mess. The more I thought about what happened at that aquarium, the more disturbing it felt. I had heard those sounds loud and clear. Vivian insisted she was getting a massage, yet she talked about seeing an octopus. And when she walked out of that room, she truly was glowing. There was no way... the octopus couldn't possibly be the masseuse, right? I disgusted myself just entertaining the thought. With my husband away from home for the past two years, my mind had grown overly sensitive—especially when it came to *that* topic."Lily, wanna go shopping?" Vivian called me up. Staying cooped up at home just meant overthinking, so getting out for some fresh air sounded like a good idea. "Why'd you pick a place so far out?" It was noon, the sun beating down mercilessly. Just two minutes out of the car, and my hair was already plastered to my sweaty forehead. Dragging my heavy, sluggish body along, I looked utterly disheveled. "It's a brand-new shopping district—thought we could check it out." Vivian, on the other hand, was in high spirits, browsing the storefronts with eager eyes. I wanted to grab a cold bottle of water, so I scanned our surroundings. Before I could spot a drink stand, a familiar silhouette caught my eye. I grabbed Vivian's arm, my voice trembling uncontrollably: "Look over there... tell me, is that my husband?" Vivian followed my gaze, her eyes widening in pure shock. "It looks like him!" I couldn't believe my husband was standing right there. Just a month after our wedding, he had supposedly been transferred abroad for work. He had been gone for two whole years, forcing me into an unwanted celibacy. On countless lonely nights, I had curled up holding his old clothes, comforting myself in the dark. Just an hour ago, he had texted me saying he was drowning in meetings overseas. Seeing him right in front of me was utterly surreal. Beside him stood a curvy, voluptuous woman, clinging affectionately to his arm. They were laughing and flirting, and he even leaned down to plant a tender kiss on her lips. Rage erupted inside me. I stormed over, lunged forward, and slapped both of them across the face without a second thought. "Aren't you supposed to be out of the country?!" My husband clutched his stinging cheek, staring at me in a daze. "Babe? What are you doing here?" "Who the hell is this woman?!" To my shock, he stepped in front of the woman, shielding her behind him, dropping all pretense. "Well, since you saw us, I might as well come clean. That overseas job was a lie." My brain exploded with a deafening ring. I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. "You said you loved me to death!" The man in front of me let out a cold sneer, his face twisting with disgust. "I never loved you. If it wasn't for your family's money, you think I would've swallowed my disgust to marry you? Look at yourself—rolls of fat, a face full of breakouts. Who could ever love you? Do you have any idea how much courage it took for me to sleep with you?" His words pierced my heart like jagged daggers. My throat tightened with sour agony; I couldn't utter a single sound. The side chick behind him chimed in smugly: "With a face that old and ugly, not even plastic surgery could save you." She finished with an exaggerated gagging face. I raised my hand to slap her again, but Vivian caught my wrist. "The police are patrolling over there." Taking advantage of the moment, my husband grabbed his mistress and bolted. Vivian pulled me into an embrace, comforting me: "Don't ruin your health over those two scumbags. It's not worth it. A cheating man is like a dirty rag—you throw him in the trash and never look back." I buried my face in Vivian's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably, completely missing the eerie, unsettling smirk that crept across her face. All these years, I had stayed faithful, fiercely envying the newlyweds living upstairs who were always in sync. Every night, listening to their heart-pounding, breathless intimacy through the ceiling kept me awake until dawn. To think that for the past two years, my husband had been using my money to roll around in bed with another woman while leaving me to freeze in an empty bed made me shake with pure fury. That night, I had a bizarre dream. In my dream, everything was pitch-black. A delicate fragrance drifted through the air—the exact same scent from that aquarium. I wanted to scream, but my lips wouldn't part. Suddenly, a slick, icy touch enveloped me. Something slithered beneath my clothes, creeping up along my spine. Next, my arms and legs were tightly bound by these slippery, muscular cords. The coldness traveled to my chest, slowly tracing circles, teasing and brushing against my sensitive peaks. A wet, slick appendage forced its way into my mouth, expertly prying my teeth apart. It tangled with my tongue, writhing and probing inside. I couldn't close my lips; I could feel my own drool dripping down, forming a glistening silver thread. It felt like it had countless tiny suction cups, sending electric shivers of tingling bliss across my flesh with every tug. When it reached my inner thighs, it made wet, squelching suction noises. I couldn't hold back a soft whimper, my breathing turning ragged and heavy. My mind slipped into a haze, a desperate, shameful voice crying out from deep within: *closer... please, just a little closer...*Right when things were about to go all the way, I jolted awake. Frustrated and burning with shame, I got out of bed to change into clean pajamas. I checked my phone—two in the morning. My lock screen was a photo of Vivian and me from a couple of days ago. She looked like an absolute goddess, while next to her, I looked like an ugly duckling. I remembered vividly that Vivian had never looked like this before. After a moment of hesitation, I dialed Vivian's number. "Babe, please take me back to that aquarium tomorrow. I want to buy a session." Vivian simply said "okay" and hurriedly hung up. The faint, rhythmic sound of dripping water in the background sent a cold shiver down my spine. What kind of secret was hidden in that aquarium to make me have such a dirty dream? What was that masseuse she talked about? Was her sudden beauty truly tied to that place? I remembered reading in an old folklore book that octopus slime had miraculous regenerative and beautifying properties. Maybe what I saw the other day wasn't a hallucination. Maybe they weren't looking at octopuses in those rooms... they were *playing* with them... The next day, Vivian brought me back to the aquarium. Arriving at the same time was a woman wearing dark sunglasses. The moment she stepped through the door, she spoke up: "Give me an extra one today. My appetite's grown." The receptionist's mouth dropped open in an 'O' shape. "Going that hard, girl? Think you can handle it?" The woman in sunglasses nodded shyly. "I've done group sessions with men before, but frankly, all of them put together can't hold a candle to the things you keep here." The receptionist clicked her tongue in awe, her fingers flying across her phone screen. "All set, babe. Room 3. Guaranteed to leave you satisfied." The woman dashed upstairs. A little while later, she came back down looking thoroughly sated. She had looked stunning when I first saw her, but now she was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her rear was perfectly lifted, her lush, snow-white cleavage practically spilling over her top. Even as a woman, looking at her body made my throat dry. I wasn't the only one mesmerized. The receptionist gasped out loud: "Babe, the results are insane! The room cleaner told me you almost played those two little guys to death." The woman blushed, covering her mouth as she giggled softly. "Book me like this from now on. I'll pay double." The receptionist nodded eagerly. Once the woman left, a room finally opened up. The receptionist asked which of us wanted to go first. Vivian didn't answer, simply turning her gaze toward me. Recalling how glowing and dripping with beauty that woman had looked, and comparing it to my own dark, chubby, frumpy self, impatience flared within me. If I could turn into a total bombshell, I could rub it right in my cheating husband's face. How satisfying would that be? Steeling my resolve, I pulled out my card and handed it over. "I'll go first." The receptionist swiped the card with practiced ease, offering a mysterious smirk. "We'll make sure you're pampered to perfection. But since it's your first time, we don't want to overwhelm you. Let's give you a little preview first." Was it really what I suspected? Nervous and on edge, I followed the receptionist until we stopped in front of a door. That heady fragrance hit me instantly. The sound of a woman's breathy moans paired with the same wet, squelching sliding noises from my dream made my scalp tingle. The receptionist unscrewed the peephole cover and gestured for me to look inside. I swallowed hard, my heart a chaotic mix of shock and dread. After all, how could a human and an animal...? Vivian rubbed my back, whispering softly into my ear: "Relax. It's thrilling, and it feels incredible." Trembling, I peered through the peephole. The sheer eroticism of the scene made my pupils blow wide open. Inside the room, a woman was dressed in a seductive lace nightgown. A massive tentacle hoisted her into the air, while several other restless tentacles slithered beneath the hem of her gown...