Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 181: Your face?

Rhea shrugged, carrying Lila to the Zephyr-X9, its black frame glinting, the engine humming as she opened the back door, laying Lila across the leather seats, the scent of dust and sweat mingling with the car’s oil tang.

"Kael’ll understand," she said, her voice calm, closing the door, her mask glinting under the fading light. "Lila’s more important than those wind freaks, for him atleast."

Freya sighed, her cape brushing the ground, her mask’s blue sheen catching the turbines’ shadows, her irritation lingering but softening.

"Whatever. Let’s get her back." She slid into the driver’s seat, the Zephyr’s engine roaring, the tires crunching gravel as they left the wind farm.

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Kael stood outside Lila’s room, the Haven’s creaky floors groaning under his boots, the faint clank of weights echoing from the training house where Freya and Rhea were venting their mission frustrations in the gym.

He dialed Clara, his voice tense but steady.

"Clara, it’s Lila. She’s unconscious. Need you here, now."

Within minutes, Clara arrived, her white hair tied in a loose bun, her medical bag slung over her shoulder, the scent of antiseptic trailing her.

She brushed past Kael, her lab coat swishing, and entered Lila’s room, the dim light casting shadows on the bare walls, Lila’s black curls sprawled across the pillow, her breathing shallow, her broken glasses resting on the bedside table, her gown pooling over the bed’s edge.

Clara knelt beside Lila, checking her pulse, her stethoscope glinting, the room’s silence broken by the soft tick of a clock.

"She’s out from stress overload," Clara said, her voice clinical, adjusting Lila’s position, the bed creaking faintly. "What happened?"

Kael leaned against the doorframe, his t-shirt creased, his face concerned.

"She was on a mission with Freya and Rhea, chasing GaleM and GaleF. They said she started screaming at nothing, like she saw a ghost, then her shadows went berserk. Collapsed immediately after they collared her."

Clara’s white eyebrows furrowed, her fingers pausing on Lila’s wrist, the room’s air heavy with the scent of dust and Clara’s antiseptic.

"Screaming at nothing? That’s... baffling." She glanced at Kael, her green eyes sharp. "How do you keep landing these cases, Kael?"

Kael shrugged, his voice dry, his hazel eyes flicking to Lila’s still form. "I don’t know. Just my luck, I guess."

Clara stood, her lab coat rustling, her tone probing. "You said they’re twins, right? Was Tila under stress around the same time, by chance?"

Kael’s jaw tightened, his mind flashing to Tila’s blindfolded panic, the "cockroach" ruse, her shivering form curled on the bed.

"Yeah," he said, his voice low, hesitant. "She was... freaked out. A cockroach got loose, and might’ve slipped into her room."

Clara sighed, her eyes narrowing, her white hair catching the light, her voice laced with skepticism.

"A cockroach? Really, Kael? At least make your lies believable."

She turned back to Lila, adjusting the blanket, the fabric’s soft rustle filling the pause.

Kael shrugged again, his grin faint, deflecting. "Nothing fancy, just a bug."

Clara’s gaze flicked to him, half-mocking, half-exasperated. "What’d you show Tila to traumatize her so bad, huh? And I hope it was not what I am thinking."

"I showed her nothing like that. I am serious," Kael said, his voice steady, his hands in his pockets, the Haven’s creaky quiet amplifying the tension.

Clara’s eyes lingered, suspicious, then softened as she checked Lila’s vitals again, the stethoscope’s cold metal grazing Lila’s skin.

"Whatever it is, fix it. The twins’ minds are linked somehow—not sure how, but fear seems to bleed between their psyches. Tila’s panic likely triggered Lila’s outburst."

Kael hmmed, his brow creasing, his voice curious but cautious. "Just fear? Or could, say, arousal or pleasure transfer too?"

Clara’s head snapped up, her green eyes narrowing, one eyebrow arching, her voice sharp.

"Kael, what are you planning with her?" Her tone held a warning, her white hair slipping from its bun, framing her face.

Kael’s grin returned, light and teasing, his hazel eyes glinting. "Just trying to know my client, Clara. What’s wrong with that, I can’t just rehab them with nothing?"

Clara rolled her eyes, her voice dry, packing her bag, the clink of tools sharp.

"Lila’ll wake up normal soon, no lasting damage. But whatever you’re doing with Tila’s affecting Lila too. Watch it, Kael. Don’t push them too far."

"Got it," Kael said, his tone serious, his grin fading, the weight of her words settling, the bed’s faint creak punctuating the quiet. "I’ll be careful."

Clara slung her bag over her shoulder, her lab coat swishing, and stepped out, her voice firm.

"Good. Call me if she worsens." Kael nodded, turning back to Lila, his hand gently stroking her cheek, her skin cool, her black curls soft against the pillow.

Guilt gnawed at him—he’d hurt her, indirectly, his "cockroach" stunt with Tila rippling to Lila’s collapse, the mission’s failure his fault.

Worse, Tila’s emotional volatility was like holding Lila hostage, a pinch he hadn’t foreseen, complicating his approach with both sisters.

He flicked off the light, the room plunging into shadow, Lila’s breathing steady, and locked the door, the click echoing in the Haven’s creaky halls, the gym’s distant clanks a faint hum, Freya and Rhea’s frustration palpable even from here.

Kael turned,

and froze.

Clara stood in the hallway, her lab coat open, revealing her completely naked body beneath, the white fabric barely clinging to her shoulders, its hem grazing her thighs.

Her white hair cascaded loose, shimmering like moonlight, framing a figure that was unmistakably milf-like—voluptuous curves, full breasts with a soft, natural heft, a rounded waist tapering to wide hips, and thick thighs that spoke of strength and maturity, her skin smooth and warm-toned, glowing faintly under the Haven’s dim lights.

Between her thighs, her pussy was neatly groomed, a soft patch of white hair accentuating her curves, its delicate folds faintly visible, adding a provocative edge to her stance.

The lab coat’s stark white contrasted her form, its edges teasingly open, revealing just enough to quicken Kael’s pulse, her green eyes glinting with a knowing, provocative spark, the air charged with her presence, the creaky floor silent under her bare feet.