Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 173: a pain?

knock knock

Kael stood outside the twins’ locked room, his damp t-shirt clinging to his lean frame, the faint scent of Freya’s lavender soap lingering on his skin from the shower.

"Lila! I’m here to take you back to your room. Is Tila gonna be a pain?" Kael yelled, his voice carrying through the heavy wood.

"Yes!" Tila’s shout came, sharp and defiant like the last time, her voice a blade from within.

Lila’s voice, closer to the door, cut in, calm but firm. "No, she won’t. I’m ready."

Kael unlocked the door, pushing it open, Rhea and Freya flanking him as backup, their presence a quiet warning.

Rhea, in a tight tank top and black shorts, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes alert, stood ready, her frame poised.

Freya, in her usual cyan t-shirt and navy pants, her platinum-cyan hair still damp, held herself oddly, her legs clenched tight, her blue eyes sharper than usual, a subtle tension in her posture as the anal bead panties shifted inside her, each step a secret jolt of pleasure-pain.

Lila stepped out, clutching the empty pasta plates, her glasses glinting, her loose gown pooling, her black curly hair framing her face.

Kael met Tila’s glare from the bed, her black hair messy, her sharp features twisted, her lips mouthing ’fucking pervert’ as he closed the door, locking it with a click, her venom lingering in the air.

Lila glanced at the trio, her hazel eyes sharp behind her glasses, noting their shower-fresh glow—Kael’s damp t-shirt, Rhea’s flushed cheeks, Freya’s strained posture.

The faint, unified scent of lavender soap clung to them, an easy telltale clue.

She was certain now what the "hungry pigeons" were, the bathroom moans still echoing in her mind, but she kept her face neutral, her lips twitching slightly.

Kael caught her gaze, his grin easy. "Did you fun with your sister?"

"Yes," Lila said, her voice soft but steady, her smile small, her glasses slipping as she balanced the plates.

"Ready to head back to your room?" Kael asked, his hazel eyes scanning her for any sign of defiance.

Lila nodded. "Fine."

Kael led her to her room, Rhea and Freya trailing, the Haven’s worn floors creaking under their steps.

At Lila’s door, she paused, her hand on the frame, hesitating.

Kael raised an eyebrow. "What, Lila?"

Lila’s cheeks flushed faintly, her voice low, hesitant. "For future purposes... it’s good to know sound travels through the Haven’s bathrooms."

Kael’s hazel eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck, his grin faltering.

She’d heard them—Freya’s moans, Rhea’s gasps, his own groans.

"You heard?" he asked, his voice quieter, a mix of surprise and amusement.

Lila nodded, her smile wry, her hazel eyes steady. "Yeah."

"It was consensual," Kael said quickly, his grin returning, his tone defensive, ensuring she didn’t misread the situation.

"Ya, that was clear, I am surprised you don’t look exhausted," Lila said, her voice dry, a hint of humor in her eyes as she closed the door, the lock clicking shut, leaving Kael staring at the wood, his grin sheepish.

He turned to Freya and Rhea, who stood waiting, Rhea’s amber eyes curious, Freya’s silent blue eyes glinting despite her clenched posture, the beads inside her a constant, tingling distraction.

"What’d she say?" Rhea asked, her crimson hair bouncing, her tank top clinging to her curves.

Kael’s grin widened, his hazel eyes twinkling. "We’re using my bathroom next time."

Freya laughed, her lips twitching, but her legs shifted, a soft gasp escaping as the beads moved, "Fuck this.." her cheeks flushing.

Rhea and Kael chuckled looking at Freya’s erotic misery.

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The next morning, Kael woke tangled between Freya and Rhea, their warm bodies pressed against him, Freya’s full breasts soft against his chest, Rhea’s toned arm draped over his waist, their breaths mingling in the dim bedroom.

The faint scent of lavender and sweat clung to the sheets, a reminder of last night’s heat.

He slipped out, pulling on a t-shirt and jeans, his hazel eyes bright as he headed to the kitchen, the Haven’s creaky floors greeting him, the morning light filtering through dusty windows.

At the breakfast table, Kael served Tila first, unlocking her door and sliding a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon inside, her glare as sharp as ever, her power-suppressing collar glinting, her muttered curses muffled as he locked her in.

He called Lila to the dining table, where she joined them, her glasses glinting, her loose gown swishing, her hazel eyes scanning the spread—eggs fluffy, bacon crisp, toast golden, the aroma rich and comforting.

Rhea, in her tank top and shorts, her crimson hair tied back, leaned forward, her amber eyes curious. "What’s the mission this time, Kael?" freeweɓnovel.cøm

Kael grinned, his hazel eyes glinting as he sipped his coffee, its bitter warmth grounding him. "No mission today."

Freya, in her cyan t-shirt and navy pants, her platinum-cyan hair loose, paused mid-bite, her blue eyes narrowing, her posture still tense, the anal bead panties digging deeper as she sat on the chair, her thighs clenched under the table, a faint flush on her cheeks.

"Why not?" she asked, her voice cool but edged, a soft gasp escaping as she adjusted her seat.

Lila looked at her confused.

Kael’s grin widened, his hazel eyes flicking to her, catching her discomfort.

"The mission can wait. I need your help with something else. I leased the house next to the Haven last night—And I am going to turn it into a gym and training space. Let’s set it up today."

Rhea’s amber eyes lit up, her fork pausing. "A gym? Nice."

Freya tilted her head, her blue eyes curious, her lips twitching despite the beads’ distraction. "Training space?"

Kael nodded, leaning back, his t-shirt creasing. "You two asked me to train you, right? Can’t always rely on my... methods," he said, his grin teasing, his hazel eyes glinting with memories of his unconventional methods, sending a chill down her spine and warmth to her lower abdomen.

"You need muscle, strength, the real deal. Plus, with Freya’s... condition," he said, his voice dropping, his grin wicked, "I’m not risking a mission where she’s gasping every time she moves. It’s a liability in a fight."

Freya’s cheeks flushed, her blue eyes narrowing, but a smirk broke through, her thighs shifting, the beads sending a jolt through her, her gasp barely audible, her navy pants hiding the erotic secret.

"Fair point," she muttered, her voice husky, her arousal a quiet hum.

Rhea laughed, her amber eyes sparkling, her tank top straining as she leaned forward.

"So, we’re building a gym to build muscle and strength?"

"Exactly," Kael said, his grin warm, his hazel eyes scanning them, his thoughts drifting to Freya’s squirming, the promise of watching her all day, her every move a private show, the beads a constant tease.

He’d decided last night, after their training request, to balance his kinky methods with real conditioning—Freya’s anal panties were fun, but he wouldn’t risk her life on a mission where distraction could mean death.

Plus, keeping her close meant more time to play, to watch her flush and gasp, her ice-queen demeanor cracking under his gaze.

Lila, eating quietly, glanced up, her black eyes sharp behind her glasses, catching the undercurrent, her lips twitching.

She said nothing, as she looked at Freya doubtfully, her cheeks flushed, low gasps, and Kael mentioning her as a ’liability’.

Is Freya sick?