Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 111: I’ve got lube

"You didn’t fail, Freya," Kael said, his voice softening, his hazel eyes warm. "This was good practice. I got to see how you both work together. You’re not used to working in teams, but you need to now. That’s how you’ll get stronger, how you’ll take down S-class enemies. Alone, you’ll struggle. Together, you’re strong, you can grow strong."

Rhea stayed silent, her crimson hair hiding her face as she shifted her weight, her thighs pressing together.

She didn’t care about S-class enemies or teamwork right now—all she wanted was to sprint to her room, lock the door, and let her fingers finish what the egg had started.

Or.

She can take any of the toys Kael had bought. It was a better idea.

Freya, though, absorbed Kael’s words, her dejection easing, a spark of determination flickering in her blue eyes.

"Let’s do it again," Freya said, turning to Rhea, her voice firm, her posture straightening despite her exhaustion.

"What? No!" Rhea cried, her amber eyes wide with panic, her hands shooting up in protest. The thought of another round, another hour of edging torture, made her stomach twist.

Kael chuckled, his grin easy, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.

"Enough for today. You both need rest. Go sleep. We’re hitting the sewers tomorrow—those rats have it coming."

Freya’s brows shot up, her voice tinged with surprise. "But... we couldn’t—"

"What you did is enough to handle the rats, Freya," Kael interrupted, his voice calm but certain.

"They’re just the start. After them, you’ll face stronger enemies, and I’m getting you ready for those. You’re on the right path."

Freya listened, her lips parting slightly, and a soft, unconscious "Thank you" slipped out.

Her blue eyes met Kael’s, a rare vulnerability in her gaze.

Kael smiled, his voice gentle. "You’re welcome."

She stepped forward, her movements fluid despite her exhaustion, and pressed a quick, lingering kiss to Kael’s lips, her hair brushing his cheek.

Then she turned, heading for the door, returning to her room, her white lingerie still clinging to her sweat-slick body.

Rhea followed, her steps heavier, her crimson hair swaying, her mind still fixed on her room and the release waiting there.

"Rhea," Kael called, his voice stopping her just as she reached the doorway.

She turned, her amber eyes wide with surprise. "What?" she asked, her voice cautious, expecting a lecture or praise. She mimicked Freya’s gratitude, assuming it was what he wanted. "Thank you."

Kael’s grin turned wicked, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief.

"I’ve got a bottle of lube," he said, his voice low, teasing. "You can take it and use it to finger your ass."

Rhea’s jaw dropped, her face flushed tomato red, her amber eyes widening as her heart stuttered.

She was caught.

Kael had seen her—caught her sneaky moment during his lecture when she’d stood a step behind Freya to avoid being the focus, her hands slipping behind her back, subtly dipping into her panties to tease her asshole.

She’d thought she was discreet, hidden from Freya’s judgmental gaze, but Kael’s sharp hazel eyes had missed nothing.

"That was really sneaky, Rhea," Kael said, his grin wicked, his voice low and playful. "But I guess it takes a pervert to catch a pervert in action."

He had seen her, her panties shifting, and the multiple number of reflections in the bathroom which gave her up.

Rhea’s blush deepened, her scarred skin prickling with heat, her usual fiery bravado crumbling under the weight of her embarrassment—and a flicker of arousal.

She bit her lip, her amber eyes darting to the floor, then back to him, her voice barely a whisper, shy and vulnerable in a way that was utterly unlike her.

"C... Can you help me?"

Kael’s grin softened, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Of course I will help you," he said, his tone warm, reassuring.

"Stay here." He stepped away, his movements quick and purposeful, disappearing into his room and returning moments later with a small bottle of lube, its clear liquid catching the bathroom’s dim light.

"Get on your knees Rhea," he instructed, his voice gentle but commanding, gesturing to the tiled floor.

Rhea hesitated, her heart pounding, but the ache between her thighs and the thrill of Kael’s attention pushed her forward.

She sank to her hands and knees, her black panties riding low on her hips, her crimson hair spilling over her shoulders.

The tiles were cool against her palms and knees, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body.

Kael knelt behind her, his presence a warm, steady weight, and she felt her breath hitch as he popped the lube’s cap, the soft click echoing in the quiet bathroom.

"Relax, this will feel good," Kael murmured, his voice soothing as he squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, the slick liquid glistening.

He set the bottle aside and leaned in, his breath warm against her skin as he tugged her panties down, exposing her ass.

Rhea shivered, her body tensing, but his hand was gentle, stroking her lower back, easing her nerves.

Then she felt it, his lips brushed her asshole, a soft, teasing lick that sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

She gasped, her hips twitching, her amber eyes fluttering shut.

"Fuck, you are licking it," Rhea whispered, her voice trembling, her body caught between shock and need.

Kael’s tongue circled her tight ring, slow and sensual, the warmth and wetness making her squirm, her pussy clenching with every flick.

He took his time, savoring her reactions, the may she flinched, his hands spreading her cheeks gently to give himself better access.

Her skin burned under his touch, her arousal dripping down her thighs, the earlier vibrating egg having left her desperate for more.

"Spread your cheeks," Kael said, his voice low, authoritative.

Rhea obeyed, her hands reaching back, pulling her ass open, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

She felt exposed, vulnerable, but the trust in Kael’s voice anchored her.