Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 175: piece of meat

The Zephyr-X9’s engine growled softly as Kael parked it beside the new training house, its black curves gleaming under the Haven’s dull flickering streetlamp, the evening air crisp with dew, the lingering scent of juicy burgers, salty fries, and sticky sundaes from their dinner wafting from the car’s open windows.

Kael, Freya, and Rhea climbed out, their laughter bouncing off the Haven’s walls.

"Hell of a day," Kael said, stretching, his t-shirt riding up, his grin sly as he leaned against the car’s warm hood.

He turned to Freya, his voice dropping to a tease. "Time’s up, Freya. Ditch those beads, or you can keep them on if you like the thrill."

Before she could snap back, he landed a sharp spank on her ass, the crack slicing through the quiet, the anal bead panties shifting inside her, sparking a jolt of pleasure-pain that made her yelp, her body clenching, a flush creeping up her neck.

Freya whipped around, her cyan t-shirt creased, her navy pants hiding her secret, her glare a mix of fire and mischief.

"You’re dead, Kael. You’ve been slapping my ass all day like it’s a piece of meat but I’m keeping a tally, and I am going to get my revenge sooner or later, with ways you won’t imagine." She jabbed a finger at him, miming an icy flick, her lips curling into a dangerous smirk.

Kael laughed, dodging her mock swipe, his jeans dusty from the day. "Revenge in ways I can’t imagine? Big talk for someone who’s been squirming since breakfast."

"Watch your back Kael," Freya shot back, her voice dripping with challenge. "Next time, I’m icing your pants to your thighs—see how you like waddling."

Rhea cackled, her black shorts shifting as she hopped onto the car’s hood, her tank top loose, her voice a gleeful taunt.

"Waddling? I would still like to see Freya all clenched up and tap dancing with those beads, that’s more fun to watch. especially when you are so tall."

"You think it’s funny? Why don’t I stuff an icicle down your ass, and let’s see how you walk," Freya warned, her smirk wicked, pointing at Rhea, the banter crackling like a live wire.

"Kids, play nice," Kael said, his grin wide, sidestepping Rhea’s playful kick. "Or I’ll spank you both and call it training."

"Training, my ass. You are just a pervert with fetishes.," Rhea retorted, her laugh sharp, ducking as Freya tossed a crumpled napkin at her, their chuckles echoing, the night alive with their energy.

Freya and Rhea headed inside to shower before bed, the Haven’s worn floors groaning, the faint hiss of hot water already steaming from the bathroom.

Kael grabbed a plate of dinner—chicken stir-fry, peppers and soy sauce sharp and savory—and strode to Tila’s room, his stun baton clipped to his belt, his grin fading to a wary line.

He knocked, the wood rattling, and unlocked the door, stepping into the cramped space.

Tila lounged on her bed, her black hair a wild tangle, her power-suppressing collar glinting, her glare venomous enough to curdle the stir-fry’s steam.

She snatched the plate, her voice a snarl. "Lila’s not your errand girl, Kael. Quit dragging her into your chores."

Kael leaned against the doorframe, his tone even but pointed, the food’s aroma thick in the stale air.

"I agree. Lila’s not an errand girl—she’s a friend. This isn’t a jail, Tila, it’s rehab. Lila’s starting to get that, finding her place. You’re the one digging your heels in, pretending you’re still caged."

Tila’s eyes blazed, her fork jabbing the air like a dagger.

"Friend? Spare me. You just want another chick to bang in your shower. Go hunt some curvy bimbo with tits and ass to spare and leave me and Lila the hell alone."

Kael’s grin flashed, sharp and taunting, his voice low. "Trust me, Tila, your body’s not on my radar. Barely enough boobs to grab, and your ass? Not worth a swat. Stick to glaring—it’s your best asset."

"Hey!" Tila barked, her face flaming, her fork clattering on the plate. "My ass is prime real estate, you sleazy hero-wannabe! Go drool over your lumps of fat and choke on it!"

Kael chuckled, closing the door, her muffled curses fading as he locked it, the sparring a familiar rhythm, Tila’s defiance a spark in the Haven’s tense quiet.

He grabbed another plate of stir-fry and headed to Lila’s room, knocking softly.

Lila sat on her bed, her loose gown pooling, her glasses glinting, her collar off, her face shadowed, her shoulders hunched like she carried a ghost.

She took the plate, the steam curling, but her hands shook faintly, her silence heavy.

Kael sat across from her, his grin softening, his voice gentle. "What’s wrong, Lila? You look dul, did anything happen?"

Lila’s gaze fell, her voice barely above a whisper, the stir-fry untouched.

"Umm... I... Tila said you know our past—everything we did." Her eyes were down, voice cracked, "You’re a hero, Kael. Heroes hate people like us, like me. Are you faking it, treating me this way, being friendly and trusting, or... is it real?"

Kael’s smile was small, steady, the room’s dim light softening the edges.

"Your past doesn’t faze me, Lila. Maybe that makes me a shitty hero, but I don’t believe in branding people by their mistakes forever. Humans aren’t statues—they bend, they grow, they remake themselves. Redemption’s not a fairy tale; it’s a grind, a choice to build something better from the ashes. The world’s not black-and-white—good bleeds into evil, and judging everyone by their worst day is a trap. I’d rather help you forge a new path than chain you to guilt." His voice deepened, philosophical but raw.

"That hate you’re feeling? It’s not mine. Maybe it’s you, hating yourself, and that’s what’s got you tied in knots."

Lila went quiet, her glasses fogging, her fingers gripping the plate, her past—blood, screams—pressing like a blade.

Kael leaned closer, his tone warm.

"If you think I’d hate you for what you did, look at Freya and Rhea. Their pasts are just as messy—they aren’t here just after a small crime, they’ve left scars too. But they’ve wrestled their demons, found peace, even joy. You see them laughing, right? You and Tila can get there. It’s not about erasing the past—it’s about not letting it own you."

Lila looked up, her hazel eyes flickering with fragile hope, a yearning for the lightness Freya and Rhea carried, for a life free of rage and bloodshed, for her sister to find it too. S

he nodded, her voice soft. "Okay."

Kael stood, his grin gentle. "Sleep, Lila. Tomorrow, you’re going with Freya and Rhea on a mission. Be sharp."

She nodded, the plate warm in her lap, a spark of possibility in her silence. Kael stepped out, closing the door, the lock clicking, the Haven’s creaky halls hushed except for the shower’s faint steam.

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Freya stood in the hallway, fresh from her shower, her cyan t-shirt and navy pants clinging damply, her platinum-cyan hair dripping, her posture loose, the anal beads gone, her grin radiant with relief.

Kael smirked, his voice a mock jab. "Well, damn, you’re practically glowing. Look at you, all free and easy. Relieved?"

"You have no freaking clue," Freya said, her laugh bright, the lavender soap’s scent mixing with the stir-fry’s savory tang, the steam curling around her. "I’m free, and my mind is oddly blank. It’s like a weight has lifted off me."

Rhea bounded in, her black shorts and tank top fresh, her crimson hair wet, a towel swinging in her hand.

She snapped it at Freya’s ass, the crack loud, her voice a taunt. "Bet you’d have moaned for that earlier, huh?"

Freya spun, her grin feral, snapping her towel at Rhea’s chest, the fabric whipping close.

"Oh, my bad—your sorry little things couldn’t reach my towel," she teased, her laugh sharp, hitting Rhea’s sore spot about her breasts, big but no match for Freya’s, a jab that landed with a sting.

Rhea’s cheeks flared, her laugh half-outraged, half-delighted, her towel raised like a sword.

"Speed bumps? These are premium, you overinflated cow udders! Try me again, and I’ll torch your t-shirt!"

"Torch it, and you are the one who is going to feel jealous every time you look at my boobs," Freya fired back, her towel twirling, her laugh infectious, the Haven’s warmth pulsing with their sparring.

Kael chuckled, leaning against the wall, the creaky floorboards groaning. "Ladies, save the catfight for the gym. I’m not refereeing this one."

Rhea turned to him, her grin bold, her voice dripping with challenge. "Speaking of the gym, Kael, I’m calling you out—let’s have deadlift contest tomorrow. If I win, you’re wearing those anal beads for a day, and I get to spank your ass red."

Kael’s grin faltered, his laugh nervous, his hazel eyes wide. "Nope, I’m good. I know which challenges to dodge, Rhea. I like my ass pale." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Oh, come on," Rhea teased, stepping closer, her towel twirling. "Scared I’ll outlift you and make you squirm?"

"Scared of what I might do to you if I win," Kael shot back, his grin returning, sidestepping her towel’s flick. "That’s why I’ll stick to training you, not competing."

Freya laughed, her voice warm, and suddenly grabbed Kael from behind, her arms wrapping around his waist, her damp t-shirt pressing against his back.

"Freya! What are you doing?" Kael exclaimed, his feet dangled midair.

"Enough talk," she said, her tone playful but firm, lifting him easily,.

"To the bedroom, trainer." She marched him forward, her laugh echoing, the Haven’s halls alive with their energy., "Let’s go some cardio."

Rhea followed, grabbing the sex toys bag, her chuckle mischievous, her crimson hair bouncing, the bag’s contents clinking softly.

"This’ll be fun"