Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 108: why exactly are we here?

The bathroom door in Kael’s room loomed ahead.

"So, why exactly are we here?"

Freya’s blue eyes narrowed, her voice laced with doubt.

Rhea and Freya stood outside, stripped down to their underwear—Rhea in black panties and a matching bra, Freya in white, the fabric clinging to their curves.

Their bare skin prickled in the cool air, their collars still off, their powers a faint buzz beneath their skin.

Rhea gulped, her amber eyes flicking to Freya’s body—her full breasts, her toned waist—and a flicker of inadequacy stirred in her chest, despite her own athletic, scarred frame.

She caught Freya’s gaze and quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing.

"What?" Freya asked, her smirk sharp, catching Rhea’s stare. "Jealous?"

Rhea’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing, her amber eyes fixed on the tub. Freya’s smirk widened, her blue eyes glinting with smug satisfaction.

Kael stood before them, his hazel eyes gleaming with a mix of authority and barely concealed delight.

"This," Kael said, his tone commanding, as if the absurdity of the situation was perfectly serious, "is the start of your real training."

He pushed open the bathroom door, revealing his bathtub, filled to the brim with water.

It’s water rippling faintly, but Freya’s and Rhea’s eyes were drawn to something else, to the two stools positioned by it.

Perched on each was a small, gleaming vibrating egg, the sight of them sparking a jolt of shock and intrigue.

Rhea’s amber eyes widened, her crimson hair swaying as she whipped around to face Kael, her voice sharp with indignation.

"What is this sick joke? I’m leaving."

Freya, though, stood still, her blue eyes fixed on the eggs, a faint flush creeping up her neck.

She’d sensed the direction this was heading the moment Kael had them strip to their underwear.

Her body buzzed with excitement, her thighs pressing together subtly, but the thrill was tainted by Rhea’s presence.

She wanted Kael alone, his hands on her, his focus undivided.

Her lips pursed, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light as she swallowed her irritation.

Rhea’s threat to leave hung in the air, but she didn’t move, her bare feet rooted to the tiles, her amber eyes locked on Kael, waiting—hoping—for him to give her a reason to stay.

Kael’s grin was calm, his hazel eyes glinting with that familiar mischief as he stepped closer, his voice steady.

"This is an advanced version of what we did in the hall. Harder, more challenging. It’s about control, endurance, and handling... distractions."

Rhea’s brow arched, her skepticism clear, her scarred arms crossing over her black bra.

"So, what, they’re hot seats?" Freya asked, her tone curious but edged with a smirk as she eyed the stools, her white underwear blending against her pale skin.

Kael chuckled, his voice low, teasing.

"In a way, yeah. The goal is endurance and control, just like in the field. These eggs? They’re the stimulation that’ll make it hard to stay focused—a glimpse of the real-life chaos in a controlled setting."

Freya tilted her head, her blue eyes narrowing. "So, what exactly do we do?"

Kael gestured to the stools, his tone turning commanding.

"Take your seats, insert the eggs, and lean forward to put your hands in the tub. You’ll heat and cool the water, same as before—70 to 75 degrees Celsius. But this time, it’s for ten minutes straight. If the temperature spikes or drops, you start over. Oh, and one more thing..."

He paused, his grin widening.

"You’ll be blindfolded. No thermometer. You control fire and ice—you should remember what 70 to 75 degrees is after holding it for five minutes earlier."

Rhea’s lips curled into a defiant smirk, her amber eyes blazing with competitive fire. "Challenge accepted," she said, as if Kael had thrown down a gauntlet.

Freya’s smirk matched hers, her voice dry. "At least I won’t have to look at her face." She stepped toward her stool, tossing her platinum-cyan hair. "Come on, blindfold me fast."

"All the best, both of you," Kael said, his hazel eyes warm but playful as he grabbed two black silk blindfolds from the counter.

He approached Freya first, and as he leaned in to tie the fabric over her eyes, she surged forward, her lips capturing his in a quick kiss.

Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, "You can fuck me if you want, whenever, during this." Her voice was a sultry promise, her body arching slightly toward him., "I got this."

Kael’s grin turned wicked, his voice a low murmur.

"Let’s see." He secured the blindfold, his fingers lingering on her neck, then moved to Rhea.

As he tied her blindfold, he leaned in, kissing her softly, a good-luck gesture that sent a shiver through her.

Rhea’s lips parted, her excitement palpable, her black bra straining as she breathed deeply.

"Get ready," Kael said, stepping back, his voice firm.

The women settled onto the stools, the wood creaking faintly under their weight.

They slid their panties aside, and inserted the vibrating eggs, the remotes dangling freely below. Rhea’s scarred fingers trembled slightly, her amber eyes hidden but her lips twitching with anticipation.

Freya’s movements were smoother, her white panties shifting as she adjusted, her breath hitching.

"Hands in the water," Kael commanded. They leaned forward, their backs arching, their hands plunging into the tub, the water lapping at their wrists.

Rhea’s crimson hair spilled over her shoulder, Freya’s platinum-cyan locks brushing the tub’s edge.

"Start," Kael said.

The water began to warm, Rhea’s heat flowing steadily, her hands glowing faintly.

Freya’s hand shimmered with a thin coat of ice, insulating her from the heat while subtly cooling the water.

They fell into their rhythm, Rhea heating gradually, Freya balancing with precision.

Kael slipped the thermometer into the tub, his hazel eyes flicking to the display—80 degrees.

"Too high," he said, his voice calm but pointed.

Freya’s voice was quick, confident. "I knew it. Just adjusting."

Rhea’s blindfolded face turned toward him, her voice sharp. "You’re disturbing us, Kael!"

Kael went silent, his grin hidden as he watched them strain, their bodies taut, their backs bent. The temperature dropped—72 degrees. "Stop," Freya called, her voice steady.

Rhea froze, her heat holding, the water stabilizing.

The blindfolds kept them focused, their senses attuned to the water’s warmth, their powers weaving together.

Five minutes passed, the eggs still silent, the suspense gnawing at them.

Their breaths grew heavier, the anticipation of the vibrations a constant undercurrent.

Unseen by them, Kael knelt between the stools, his fingers brushing the remotes.

With a flick, he cranked both eggs to the third setting, a moderate, intense hum filling the air.

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