Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 129: why do you care

Rhea’s grin turned sly, her amber eyes glinting with mischief. "Wait. You said you woke up with him, but not that you had sex. So... you two didn’t actually do it?" freёwebnoѵel.com

Freya’s smirk widened, her tone playful but defiant.

"Not yesterday," she said, her blue eyes dancing with teasing challenge. "And why do you care if we had sex? Weren’t you getting fingered right before that?"

Rhea’s clenched her hips instinctively, her blush deepening as she sputtered, "I don’t care!" She paused, her expression shifting to something more introspective, her voice dropping. "I just... thought Kael lied to me."

"How?" Freya asked, her curiosity piqued, her head tilting slightly.

Rhea sighed, her amber eyes dimming with a mix of frustration and self-reflection. "He told me he didn’t want us to get tired, so he said no more sex. Then the next morning, he’s naked in bed with you. What was I supposed to think? That he lied to dodge me. I know he hides things, bends the truth, but I want him to be straight with me, like I try to be. This time, I guess I jumped to conclusions too fast. He was honest, and I was wrong."

Freya chuckled, her voice warm but teasing.

"Yeah, he kept chanting ’no sex’ like it was his lifeline. Can you imagine the willpower it took to hold back with someone like me?" She grinned, the image comically absurd.

"Also... You still didn’t answer—why do you want to be a hero?"

Rhea leaned back, her gaze drifting to the sky, her expression softening as she sifted through her past, her voice quiet and laced with vulnerability.

"It’s... kind of like your story, but simpler," she began, her words heavy with the weight of old wounds. "I never dreamed of being a hero or a villain. My nightmares—they’d consume me, breaking my mind apart. I’d wake up surrounded by bodies, blood on my hands, not even knowing what I’d done. I was a walking catastrophe, half-conscious, killing without control. How could someone like that ever be a hero?"

Her voice trembled, her amber eyes glistening with unshed tears, the pain raw and unfiltered.

"But Kael... I don’t know what he did, or if he did anything at all. After a while, I felt this... connection with him, like an anchor. The nightmares started to fade. The last one—it didn’t end in death. It turned into a wet dream, of all things. God, I was so humiliated."

Freya’s lips twitched, a laugh bubbling up. "Yeah, I remember that day of your nightmare. I went hungry because Kael was too distracted by your performance to bother feeding me."

Rhea’s smirk returned, her amber eyes glinting with mischief. "Sorry about that. Guess you got your revenge by teasing me so far."

"I’d say we’re even now, I guess...," Freya said, her smile genuine, a rare bond forming between them, their shared struggles and laughter weaving a fragile thread of trust.

A while passed in silence.

They could feel their powers restoring with every passing minute.

"By the way, Freya," Rhea said, her voice soft but earnest, "your plan with the snowflake traps and using my fire for steam—that was fucking awesome. I wish I could think that smart instead of just blasting everything with raw power."

Freya’s lips curved into a faint smile, her blue eyes lifting to meet Rhea’s.

"You will, Rhea. It’s about understanding how your powers fit different situations. Experience shapes that. I’ve tangled with heavy-hitting heroes, while you were mostly... lighting blocks on fire and bolting before they showed up."

"Hey!" Rhea protested, her voice a low, playful yelp. "Those heroes are terrifying, okay? Merciless. You have no idea how hard it is to stay alive as a B-class villain. I was nearly killed to death, like, a million times."

Freya chuckled, her smile widening. "Guess I don’t. I was A-class as far back as I can remember."

"Stop flexing," Rhea grumbled, turning her head away, her amber eyes narrowing, though a smirk tugged at her lips. "I’m A-class now, and I bet I’ll hit S-class before you."

"Sure, let’s see that," Freya said, her tone teasing, her blue eyes sparkling with challenge.

"Let’s make a bet," Rhea shot back, her grin mischievous. "Whoever reaches S-class first gets to—"

"Kael, you’re back!" Freya’s voice cut through, her attention snapping to the manhole as Kael climbed out, his tactical vest streaked with grime.

He reached down, helping Clara up after him, her white hair disheveled but her green eyes bright.

"The sewers are clear," Kael announced, his hazel eyes scanning the group as he headed to Clara’s car, stowing his SMGs and gear in the trunk.

Clara followed, shedding her holster and letting her ponytail loose, her white hair cascading over her shoulders, transforming her back into the hot doctor archetype.

Rhea’s amber eyes narrowed, a flicker of jealousy flaring as she glared at Clara’s effortless poise.

"Let’s head to the Haven, wash up, and grab lunch," Kael said, slamming the trunk shut. He turned to Clara, a glint in his eyes. "You’re coming, right?"

Clara nodded, her smile warm.

"My treat," she said, her green eyes twinkling.

Kael exhaled with relief inside his mind, relieved.

Clara knew he was broke so she thought of doing something nice for him. He had worked hard today.

Also having made a fortune patching him up in the hospital, this was equivalent to a chewing gum.

"Hm, okay, but next time’s on me," Kael said, his tone mock-serious, like Clara had beaten him to the punch.

She just smirked, fully aware of what really happened.

"Come on, get up," Kael said, turning to Freya and Rhea. "No restaurant’s letting us in smelling like this."

Freya and Rhea stirred, their bodies protesting, but they exchanged a glance, a shared spark of mischief in their eyes. "Why not bathe here?" Rhea suggested, her voice sly.

Freya nodded, her smirk matching Rhea’s. "Yeah, no need for the Haven or a room."

"Bath? How?"