Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 239: narrowed

Kael grinned, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. "Well, I support the cause. But if you keep feeding us shoe-leather stew, the revolution’s gonna be short-lived." freёnovelkiss.com

Liss narrowed her eyes, her smirk sharp. "You want to eat or get punched?"

"I’d like to survive breakfast, if that’s still on the menu," Kael said, his hazel eyes sparkling.

They both chuckled, the sound warm, easing the tension, the kitchen’s hum a soft backdrop. Kael’s gaze softened, his voice gentle. "Look, Freya can still cook. But if you want to learn, stand next to her. Watch her. She’s scary good at it. You’ll pick it up in no time."

Liss sighed, reluctant, her blue eyes flickering, her bun swaying as she leaned against the counter. "Fine. But only if she lets me cook beside her. I’m not just gonna sit and take notes like some apprentice."

"Deal," Kael said, his grin widening, his hazel eyes warm.

She leaned in slightly, her hand brushing his, their fingers grazing, a spark of warmth in the contact. Their faces were inches apart, lips parting, the air between them charged, their breaths mingling—

Footsteps.

They pulled back just as Rhea stepped into the kitchen, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes narrowing suspiciously at the two of them, her hoodie unzipped, revealing a fitted tank top that hugged her curves. "Is breakfast ready or what?" she asked, her voice sharp, her gaze flicking between them.

"Yes, it will be soon," Kael and Liss said in unison, their voices overlapping, a shared rhythm that caught them off guard.

They looked at each other, then burst into laughter, the sound bright, cutting through the kitchen’s tension, their eyes sparkling with shared amusement.

Rhea frowned, her amber eyes narrowing, her hands on her hips. "Okay... what the hell was funny about that?"

Kael’s grin lingered, his hazel eyes warm, while Liss turned back to the stove, her smirk playful.

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Kael walked down the quiet hall toward the twins’ room in Liss’s villa, rubbing the back of his neck, his hazel eyes flickering with unease.

The morning light filtered through distant windows, casting soft shadows, but a nagging thought struck him mid-step—the suppressant.

The alchemical sedative that had kept Lila and Tila’s shadow powers dormant should’ve worn off by now.

Were their powers back?

The question curled tension tighter in his chest, a quiet storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

He knocked once, the sound sharp in the silence, but no answer came.

He turned the handle and stepped inside.

Three mouths—his, Lila’s, and Tila’s—fell open in a shared gasp.

Without a word, Kael slammed the door shut, his back pressing against it, his heart pounding as he tried to process what he’d seen.

Okay. Think, Kael. You just walked in on—

Tila, face down on the bed, teeth gritted, hips raised, hands spreading her ass cheeks, her pussy and rim exposed, glistening faintly in the dim light.

Lila, kneeling behind her, holding the sleek, dark-furred tail plug, her black eyes wide, poised to insert it.

The image burned into his mind, a mix of shock and unintended arousal.

He dragged a hand down his face, his hazel eyes blinking rapidly.

Why the hell ... Why now?

Taking a steadying breath, Kael cautiously opened the door again and stepped inside, his boots soft on the hardwood.

The scene had shifted dramatically.

Lila and Tila sat primly on the bed, hands folded in their laps like proper angels, their t-shirts loose, their faces flushed, TIla’s face was as ripe as a tomato.

The tail plug rested between them like a forgotten artifact, its dark fur stark against the white sheets.

Tila looked positively wrecked, her wild black hair a tangled mess, her black eyes refusing to meet his, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, her usual bratty swagger buried under a mortified silence.

Lila’s black eyes were softer, her curls framing her flushed face, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

As if it was a funny joke.

Kael cleared his throat, his hazel eyes flickering between them, his voice steady but teasing. "...Good morning?"

"Good morning," Lila replied politely, brushing her curly black hair behind her ear, her black eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and embarrassment, her t-shirt shifting slightly.

Tila didn’t look up, her black eyes fixed on the bed, her voice a low hiss. "Die, you fucking pervert."

Kael blinked, his grin twitching, unsure if her anger stemmed from his intrusion or its timing.

Is she pissed I walked in, or that I didn’t let them finish putting it in?

He reset the moment, his voice calm, teasing. "So. What did you two decide? About the deal?"

Tila’s black eyes snapped up, her cheeks still burning, her voice sharp but shaky.

"I’ll be the maid," she said, her jaw set, her wild hair bouncing as she leaned forward.

Lila glanced sideways at her sister, her black eyes softening, then nodded in quiet agreement, her curls shifting.

Tila continued, her voice low, sharp, her black eyes blazing.

"We talked. And I’m not letting my sensitive sister go through whatever perverted, traumatizing crap you might try.

So I’ll take the fall.

But you stick to your end—you leave us alone in a week."

Kael’s hazel eyes met hers, his grin softening, his voice calm, sincere. "I promise."

He stepped closer, his boots whispering on the floor, his gaze steady.

"But are you really sure? You want to be my personal maid?"

"Yes," Tila growled, her black eyes fierce, her jaw tight, her t-shirt shifting as she crossed her arms.

"Don’t make me say it again."

Kael turned to Lila, his hazel eyes searching, a faint smile playing on his lips.

She gave a subtle nod, her black eyes warm, a sly glint in their depths, as if she understood the silent signal he’d given her the night before—to let Tila take the role.

And that was it.

Kael exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his hazel eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and unease.

"Hmm. Be back in a minute," he said, his voice calm but edged with purpose. Without another word, he turned and closed the twins’ bedroom door behind him, the soft click echoing in the quiet hall of Liss’s villa as he vanished toward the kitchen.

He found Liss in the hallway, wiping her hands with a kitchen towel, her blonde hair in a messy bun, her loose t-shirt and shorts clinging to her athletic curves, her blue eyes flicking toward him before he spoke, a knowing smirk curling her lips.

"Hey," Kael said, his hazel eyes narrowing, his voice steady but probing. "About the suppressant you gave the twins—how long does it last?"

Liss chuckled without looking at him, her smirk widening, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Knew this was coming. I could see it from miles away."

Kael frowned, his hazel eyes sharpening. "Liss."

She turned to him, her smirk teasing, her voice casual but knowing. "Relax. The suppressant I used is stronger than standard. For girls their size? Two to three days, maybe. Tops."

His jaw tensed, his hazel eyes flickering with concern. "So, it’s wearing off?"

"Most likely, yeah," Liss said, sipping her tea again, her blue eyes glinting. "If you’re worried, I can dose them again. Or..." Her smirk turned wicked, her voice dropping to a playful purr.

"You could put those power suppressing collars on them."

"No. Not yet.," Kael said firmly, his hazel eyes steady, his voice resolute. "It’s fine."

He turned, his boots quick on the hardwood, and headed for his bedroom, his mind racing.

The twins’ powers could return at any moment, their shadow abilities a wildcard in the villa’s fragile peace.

He unlocked the matte-black box by his bed, retrieving a small bottle from inside, its contents glinting in the dim light.

He didn’t linger, closing the box with a snap, pocketing the item, and making his way back to the twins’ room, his heart pounding with anticipation and unease.

He opened the door, the soft creak breaking the silence.

Lila and Tila sat on the bed, exactly where he’d left them, their black eyes wide, their faces flushed, hands folded in their laps like chastened angels.

The tail plug rested between them, its dark fur a stark contrast against the white sheets, a provocative artifact of their earlier indiscretion.

Tila’s wild black hair was a tangled mess, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, her usual bravado buried under a mortified silence.

Lila’s curls framed her flushed face, her black eyes soft, a faint smile hinting at her complicity.

Kael stepped inside, his hazel eyes steady, his voice calm but assertive. "Tila," he said, locking eyes with her. "You’re my personal maid now."

Tila gave a small, grudging nod, her black eyes burning with defiance, her lips tight, her t-shirt shifting slightly as she crossed her arms.

"That means," Kael continued, his voice firm, a teasing edge curling his words, "you’ll act like one. Do everything I ask for. No swearing at me. No disrespect. No backtalk. Got it?"

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