Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 110 - 73 degree

vrrrrrrrrrr~

The vibrating eggs, humming at gear two, had settled into a steady buzz, their initial jolt fading into a background tease that kept their bodies primed but no longer overwhelmed.

Their focus had sharpened, their powers weaving together, the water holding at 73 degrees Celsius.

Kael sat in front of them, his back to the bathtub, his hazel eyes drinking in the scene.

Rhea’s black bra clung to her scarred, toned frame, her crimson hair plastered to her neck, her breasts swaying as she leaned more into the tub, her back strained.

Freya’s white lingerie was nearly transparent with sweat, her expression sharp, her pale skin flushed.

Kael continued to stroke himself, basking in their obscenity.

Only if I had a third one to blow me right now. My life would have been perfect.

He savored the tension, the way their bodies strained, their breaths hitched, their powers teetered on the edge of chaos.

This is art, he thought, his grin feral, his arousal building with every second.

The sixth minute ticked by, the water steady at 74 degrees. Rhea’s hands glowed faintly, her heat controlled but wavering, her thighs twitching as the egg buzzed inside her.

Freya’s icy shield shimmered, her frost precise, her lips parting with a soft exhale. Their blindfolds kept them focused inward, their senses attuned to the water’s warmth, the subtle shifts in each other’s power.

At the seventh minute, the water dipped to 72 degrees, Freya’s frost edging slightly too strong. "Ease up," Rhea muttered, her voice strained but focused, her heat adjusting to compensate.

Freya’s hand twitched, her icy shield thinning, and the temperature climbed back to 73.

Their bodies trembled, their backs aching from the prolonged bend, their arousal a constant hum that they’d learned to push through.

Kael’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening, his eyes locked on the way Rhea’s scarred abs flexed, the way Freya’s breasts swayed, so close to his face he could feel their heat.

The eighth minute hit, and Kael’s climax surged, unstoppable.

He bit back a silent groan, his body tensing as he shot his load, the arc of it streaking across the bathroom and splattering against the opposite wall with a faint splat.

Damn, he thought, his grin widening, his chest heaving.

Longest shot yet. New record.

"What was that sound?" Freya asked, her head titling aside.

"What sound?" Rhea asked.

"What sound?" Kael followed, feigning innocence.

"....."

He sat there for a moment, catching his breath, his hazel eyes glinting with satisfaction.

The women, blindfolded and focused, their attention entirely on the tub, the water, and the anticipation of Kael’s next move.

They’d grown accustomed to the eggs’ steady buzz, their arousal simmering but no longer distracting, their powers holding the temperature steady.

Kael stood quietly, zipping himself up, and grabbed toilet paper.

He wiped the wall and the floor clean, his movements quick and discreet, the evidence of his release gone, before either woman could see it.

The water remained at 73 degrees, their control impressive despite the strain. He settled back in front of them, his grin softening, his voice steady.

"You’re doing good," he murmured, his tone encouraging, though his mind still buzzed with the afterglow.

The ninth minute passed, then the tenth.

The women’s breaths were heavy, their bodies trembling with exhaustion, their backs screaming from the prolonged bend. Kael clapped his hands once, sharp and final.

"Well done," he said, his voice warm with approval. "You guys passed."

"Aah~" Rhea and Freya gasped in unison, yanking their hands from the tub, the sudden release of tension making their arms shake.

They tore off their blindfolds, their eyes blinking against the dim light, their faces flushed with sweat and relief.

Rhea’s amber eyes were hazy, her crimson hair a wild mess, while Freya’s blue eyes glinted with exhaustion and quiet triumph.

They reached down, pulling the vibrating eggs free, the soft clatter of the remotes hitting the stools echoing in the steamy room.

"Finally!" Freya exclaimed, tossing the egg onto the stool, her white, now translucent panties shifting as she adjusted them, her pale skin glistening.

She glanced at Rhea, her lips curling into a sneer as she caught her rival’s hand slipping between her thighs, rubbing herself through her black panties.

"Disgusting," Freya said, her voice dripping with disdain.

Rhea froze, her cheeks flushing, her amber eyes snapping to Freya.

"What?" she yelled, yanking the egg out and shoving her panties back into place. "Don’t act like you don’t want to!" Her voice was defensive, her hands balling into fists, her arousal still burning through her.

Kael raised a hand, his voice calm but firm. "Well done, girls. For a start, that was fine."

Freya’s head whipped toward him, her eyes narrowing, her exhaustion flaring into defiance.

"Fine? What do you mean fine?" Her voice was sharp, her arms crossing over her white bra, her posture ready to fight despite the ache in her back. "We did everything you asked!"

Kael leaned back, his hazel eyes steady, his grin subtle but knowing.

"You did, but the real goal here wasn’t just holding the temperature. It’s about knowing your partner—sensing the small details. You need to feel the atmosphere, not just the water. Listen to her sounds, her breathing, the shift in her power. Adjust like it’s a reflex. If your partner’s power spikes, counter it instantly. If they weaken, dial back so you don’t overwhelm them. That’s teamwork. That’s what’ll keep you alive against stronger enemies."

Freya’s arms tightened, her lips pursing, her hair swaying as she processed his words.

Rhea stood with her hands behind her back, her hips twitching, her amber eyes distant.

Her mind was elsewhere, her body screaming for release, her thoughts already racing to her room where she could lock the door and rub one out.

She barely registered Kael’s lecture, her arousal a dull ache that drowned out everything else.

Freya’s voice was quieter now, tinged with dejection.

"Hmm... so we have a long way to go. I failed." Her blue eyes dropped, her shoulders slumping, the weight of her own expectations crushing her.