Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 109: Vrrrrrr

The sudden sensation jolted their focus.

"Ah!" Rhea’s shriek pierced the steamy air of Kael’s bathroom, a raw, desperate sound that echoed off the tiles, her hips twitching, her hands nearly slipping from the tub.

Freya bit back a moan, her body trembling as she suppressed her own reaction, but her breath heaved, her white bra straining against her chest, her icy hand trembling, a faint moan escaping her lips, finally.

The bathtub’s water churned, the temperature spiking wildly—96 degrees Celsius, the surface bubbling as Rhea’s heat surged out of control.

On Freya’s, a block of ice formed, cover her hand like a glove, freezing a patch of the water solid.

Kael’s voice cut through the chaos, calm but firm.

"The temperature is at 96 degrees. Get it together."

Freya’s blindfolded face snapped toward Rhea, her voice sharp with frustration. "What the hell, Rhea? You’re out of control!"

Rhea’s amber eyes, hidden behind the black silk, burned with defiance. "Don’t pin this on me, bitch! I felt your chill—you froze the damn water!" Her voice cracked, her thighs clenching around the vibrating egg, its relentless hum wreaking havoc on her focus.

"Stop shouting," Kael snapped, his hazel eyes glinting with authority as he leaned forward, the thermometer in his hand. "The timer resets until you’re back in range—70 to 75. Focus."

Rhea and Freya struggled, their breaths ragged, their bodies rocking like a boat on a stormy sea. The vibrating eggs buzzed at gear three, a constant pulse that sent shivers of pleasure through their cores, fraying their control.

Rhea’s scarred hands glowed faintly, her heat erratic, while Freya’s icy fingers trembled, her frost flickering.

The water wavered, climbing to 82 degrees, then dropping to 68, their powers clashing as much as their wills.

Freya’s voice broke the silence, tense but focused. "Stop."

Rhea’s heat eased, the water settling at 80 degrees.

Kael’s voice was immediate, a warning. "Focus, it’s still 80."

Freya’s irritation flared, her blindfolded face twitching. "I’m trying, damn it." Her tone matched Rhea’s earlier snap, their shared frustration a rare point of unity.

"I’m turning it down," Rhea muttered, her voice strained, her heat dimming.

The water cooled—74 degrees.

"Stop," Freya called, her voice sharper now, and the temperature held, just within range.

Without warning, Kael flicked the remote for Rhea’s egg, shutting it off completely.

The sudden absence of vibration hit her like a void, her pussy clenching around the now-still egg, her arousal left hanging, unfulfilled.

Her heat plummeted, the water’s temperature crashing to 20 degrees in seconds, a chill spreading across the surface.

Freya’s voice exploded, her blindfolded face turning toward Rhea. "What’s wrong with you, bitch?"

Rhea’s voice was a snarl, her body trembling with frustration. "Kael turned off my thing, you idiot!"

Freya’s lips curled, her tone mocking despite her own arousal. "So what? Are you here to pass the test or cum like a pig?"

"Stop yelling at me!" Rhea shouted, her hands flaring, the water surging back to 85 degrees, steam curling upward. The bathtub groaned faintly, the heat straining its limits as Freya tried her best to cool it down.

Kael’s hand moved again, this time shutting off Freya’s egg.

The fire in her body—already teetering on the edge of climax—snuffed out, her arousal cooling as abruptly as her powers.

Her icy shield vanished, and the scalding water bit her hand.

"Ouch!" she shrieked faintly, yanking her hand back from the hot water, her blindfold hiding the wince that crossed her face.

"Fuck, this is hard," Freya cursed, her voice low, her platinum-cyan hair sticking to her sweat-slick shoulders.

Rhea’s smirk was audible, her taunt sharp. "Told you, bitch."

Kael, sitting cross-legged in front of them, his back to the bathtub, was in his element.

His hazel eyes gleamed with perverse delight, his jeans straining as he took in the sight—two A-class heroes, stripped to their lingerie, sweating, their bodies trembling with arousal and effort.

Rhea’s black bra hugged her firm breasts, her scarred skin glistening, her breasts swaying as she bent forward.

Freya’s white bra and panties hugged her pale skin, her curves sharp in the dim light, her full boobs hovering close to Kael’s face as she leaned into the tub.

The vibrating eggs, their remotes dangling from the stools, had turned this training into a deliciously chaotic display.

I’m a fucking perverted genius,

Kael thought, his grin widening.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Kael?" Freya asked, her voice husky, her blindfold hiding her eyes but not the knowing tilt of her lips.

She could sense him, his presence a heat in front of her, his arousal almost tangible.

"You bet," Kael replied, his voice low, unapologetic, his hazel eyes tracing the sweat beading on her neck.

"Come on, go, go, go," he urged, his tone shifting to encouragement, a coach rallying his team. "You’re A-class heroes. You’ve got this. Just focus."

Freya exhaled sharply, bending forward again, her hand plunging back into the water, her icy shield reforming with effort.

Kael’s fingers twitched on the remotes, and he cranked both eggs to gear four.

The sudden, intense buzz hit them like a shockwave.

Freya gasped, her hand jerking back before she could freeze the tub, the jolt of pleasure shattering her focus.

"Ah!" she moaned, her body rocking on the stool, her white panties damp.

Rhea’s control snapped, her heat surging unchecked, the water boiling, bubbles bursting on the surface.

"Rhea, control!" Kael barked, his voice sharp but laced with amusement.

"I can’t!" Rhea yelled, her voice breaking, her thighs trembling as the egg pulsed inside her. "I need that bitch to cool the water, but she won’t! What the fuck is she doing? Are you two fucking?"

Her frustration boiled over, and she tore off her blindfold, her amber eyes blazing as they landed on Kael, sitting between the stools, his grin unrepentant.

"Wear your blindfold, Rhea," Kael ordered, his voice firm, his hazel eyes locking on hers.

Rhea huffed, her cheeks flushed, but she obeyed, tying the silk back over her eyes, her hands returning to the tub.

"I’m sorry," Freya said, her voice a mix of apology and arousal, punctuated by soft moans.

"Ah... ah... let’s go, Rhea." She leaned forward, her hand plunging back into the water, her icy shield flickering.

Rhea followed, her heat flowing again, their powers syncing despite the eggs’ relentless buzz.

Kael decided to ease off, his fingers adjusting the remotes to gear two—a steady hum that kept them aroused but didn’t push them over the edge.

They adapted quickly, their breaths syncing, their focus sharpening. Freya’s voice cut through, precise and commanding. "Stop."

The water held at 75 degrees, perfect.

Kael didn’t say a word, leaning back to his bathtub, his eyes drinking in the scene.

He wanted to bury himself in them, to lick the sweat from their skin, to taste the arousal dripping from their pussies, to suck on their breast and squeeze them.

But this was their training, a test of their limits, and he restrained himself—barely.

Kael’s hand slipped to his jeans, unzipping them quietly, his cock springing free with vigour.

He stroked himself slowly, his hazel eyes fixed on the two sexy women, their bodies straining, their moans soft but constant, hardly a feet away from his eyes.

He has roughly 10 minutes.

He grinned.

This has got to be my Best masturbation session ever.