Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 241: The personal maid

All eyes turned toward the sound, the tension snapping back like a taut wire.

Lila appeared first, stepping into the doorway, her black eyes sweeping the room, her curls framing her pale face, her lips pressed into a half-smile, half-grimace, as if checking for danger.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her voice soft but firm.

"She’s coming," she said, then added, "Come on, Tila."

From down the hall, Tila’s voice rang out, muffled but sharp. freewёbnoνel.com

"Just get my plate, Lila!"

Kael’s grin spread slowly, his hazel eyes glinting with anticipation, his fingers tightening on his fork.

He leaned back in his chair, his voice carrying just enough to reach the hallway, calm but commanding.

"Tila. Come here. Let’s eat together."

Silence fell, heavy and expectant, the air buzzing with the promise of her arrival.

Then, the faint sound of feet dragging, reluctant but inevitable.

Breakfast was about to get interesting.

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There was a pause, heavy with anticipation, broken only by the soft, reluctant sound of feet dragging across the hardwood floor.

Tila stepped into view, and the dining room of Liss’s villa fell dead silent, the clink of cutlery and hum of conversation snuffed out like a candle.

She was wearing the tail plug.

Her face was a furious shade of red, her black eyes darting everywhere but at Kael, her chin held high in defiance despite the flush burning her cheeks.

The sleek, dark-furred tail swished gently with each step, the plug forcing her to move slower, more stiff, her t-shirt and shorts doing little to hide the provocative sway of her hips.

Her wild black hair bounced, framing her mortified expression, her body tense with hyper-awareness of the plug’s pressure.

Rhea’s mouth fell open, her amber eyes wide with shock.

Freya blinked, her blue eyes flicking from Tila to Kael, then back again, her platinum-cyan hair catching the morning light.

Liss coughed, turning her face away, but the corner of her mouth betrayed a smirk, her blue eyes glinting with amusement as she sipped her tea.

Tila stormed to the empty seat across from Kael, sitting down hard, her tail swishing behind her, her arms folding tightly across her chest, her black eyes blazing.

"Not. A. Word," she growled, her voice low, sharp, her cheeks burning.

Lila followed, far more composed, sliding into the seat beside her sister, her black eyes soft, her curls framing her pale face, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she fought not to laugh.

The breakfast table, laden with plates of slightly overcooked eggs and spiced toast, buzzed with tension, the morning sun casting golden streaks through the wide windows.

Kael, utterly calm, took another bite of his food, his hazel eyes gleaming with a playful triumph.

"Glad you could join us, maid," he said, his voice smooth, teasing, his gaze locked on Tila.

Tila’s black eyes shot daggers at him, her ears red, her posture rigid, but she stayed silent, her fingers tightening on her arms.

Freya leaned toward Rhea, her voice a low whisper, her blue eyes sparkling. "What the fuck happened? Did you know about this?"

Rhea giggled, her amber eyes glinting with confusion and delight. "No, but this is so awesome. I’m so confused, but I can’t think of anything to say."

Freya and Rhea exchanged shocked glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and amusement.

Liss, unsurprised, sipped her tea, her smirk widening, her blue eyes knowing—she’d expected this.

Her hypothesis was correct.

Kael smiled, his hazel eyes warm, his fork pausing as he leaned back.

The twins sat, Tila’s tail swishing faintly, Lila’s gaze soft but complicit, and breakfast had finally begun.

Kael set his fork down, clearing his throat, his voice calm but commanding.

"Just so everyone’s clear—Tila’s agreed to be my personal maid. For one week."

Tila flinched, her black eyes narrowing, her cheeks flaring red.

Freya’s smirk widened, her blue eyes glinting as she leaned back.

"That explains the... fashion statement."

Tila shot her a look, her black eyes blazing, her fingers gripping her arms tighter.

Rhea, less subtle, leaned forward, her amber eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So wait, she’s your maid? Like, actual maid-maid? Do you get to make her clean your boots and fold your underwear?"

Kael gave a slow shrug, his hazel eyes teasing. "If I ask her to."

Tila’s cheeks burned hotter, her black eyes flashing. "I’m not doing anyone’s fucking laundry," she snapped, her voice sharp but strained, her tail swishing behind her.

Freya leaned on her elbow, chin in hand, her blue eyes dancing. "Not anyone’s. Just Kael’s."

Rhea giggled, tilting her head with mock innocence. "Does that mean she has to serve us, too?"

"No," Tila said, her black eyes fierce, her voice cutting through the table’s hum. "I’m Kael’s maid. Not yours."

Rhea blinked, turning to Kael, her amber eyes curious. "Is that true?"

Kael nodded, his hazel eyes steady, his grin subtle. "She’s right."

Then, almost absentmindedly, he reached over, his fingers brushing gently over Tila’s wild black hair, stroking her head, a teasing, intimate gesture.

Tila froze, her black eyes widening, her hand twitching as if to snap his wrist, her body tensing with the urge to lash out—until her brain caught up with her new status.

Maid.

She gritted her teeth, staying perfectly still, her tail swishing faintly, the plug’s pressure a constant, humiliating awareness.

Kael smiled faintly, withdrawing his hand, his hazel eyes warm but commanding.

The table settled into an odd rhythm of clinking cutlery and muffled amusement, the scent of breakfast grounding the moment.

Everyone ate, but the real show was Tila—her black eyes locked on her plate, her ears red, her tail swishing like an exposed wire, every movement a reminder of the plug inside her, the subtle pressure shifting with each breath.

Rhea, unable to resist, leaned forward, her amber eyes glinting with mischief. "So, is that tail... like, detachable?"

No answer, Tila’s black eyes fixed on her plate, her fork gripped tightly.

"Or are you slowly turning into a house cat?" Rhea continued, her grin widening. "I can get you some catnip or a ball of wool if you want to play with."

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