Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 261: sore

Chapter 261: sore

"You’re all kind of adorable when you’re exhausted... and sore."

Silence fell over the room like a dropped curtain.

Everyone suddenly found something fascinating to look at—just not each other.

Kael leaned back, quietly enjoying the awkward shuffle of glances and flushed cheeks.

"You’re insufferable when you’re smug," Rhea muttered at last, her amber eyes flicking toward him with a roll.

"Then I guess we’re even," Kael replied, voice easy, hazel eyes glinting with warmth.

They fell into a brief silence, the comfort of shared soreness and leftover satisfaction hanging warm between them.

Plates emptied, juice glasses drained, the clink of silverware fading into the morning’s lazy hum.

Eventually, Liss pushed back her chair and stood, her long legs stretching, her tank top shifting slightly.

"I’ll go see if Tila hasn’t broken the dishes out of spite," she said, her blue eyes glinting with amusement.

"She’s not that bad," Kael said, rising with her, his hazel eyes warm, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Mm," Liss hummed, her blonde bun bouncing as she disappeared down the hall.

In the kitchen, the water ran low and steady, steam fogging the upper edge of the window, the scent of dish soap mingling with the morning air.

Tila stood at the sink, wearing her maid dress, sleeves rolled up, her wild black hair in a messy knot, her petite frame shifting slightly with each scrub, her black eyes focused on a pan she attacked with more force than necessary, the tail plug swishing faintly behind her.

Kael paused in the doorway, his hazel eyes lingering on her, noting the tension in her shoulders, the quiet determination in how she dried each dish, stacking them with perfect alignment.

Her black eyes didn’t lift, her focus unwavering, but the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her awareness of his presence.

He turned, his feet soft on the hardwood, heading down the corridor toward the twins’ shared room, a quiet resolve settling in his chest.

He needed to talk to Lila, about something. Correct content is on freew.ebno(v)e\l.(c)om.

He pushed open the door, the soft creak breaking the silence.

And there she was, Lila, sitting on the edge of her bed reading a story book, her black eyes soft, her curls framing her pale face, her loose t-shirt and shorts revealing the slender lines of her body, a mix of confusion and anticipation in her gaze as she looked up at him.

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Tila sat on the floor of the villa’s laundry room, surrounded by a chaotic mountain of dried clothes, fresh out of the dryer—tank tops, shorts, pants, stockings, and a dizzying array of lingerie.

So much damn lingerie.

The air was warm, tinged with the faint scent of detergent and fabric softener, the morning light filtering through a small window, casting soft shadows across the pile.

She scowled, holding up one of Freya’s bras, its massive silk cups lined with cyan lace, practically a parachute in her hands.

Tila pressed it against her own chest, just to compare—not that she cared—her black eyes narrowing as it flopped uselessly against her sternum, far too large for her petite frame.

Even Liss’s bra, the smallest of the three, slipped off when she tried it under her maid dress, the straps refusing to hold, the fabric hanging limply.

She muttered darkly, stuffing Freya’s bra under a pile of socks.

"Just fat lumps," she grumbled under her breath, her black eyes blazing. "Who even wants them? They get in the way. Stupid bouncy—distracting—ugh."

"Want me to massage them?" Kael’s voice came from the doorframe, low and teasing, a spark in the quiet room.

Tila froze, her black eyes shooting toward the door, then snapping back to the laundry, her cheeks blazing crimson, her heart stuttering.

Kael sauntered in, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief, his loose black shirt and pants accentuating his relaxed confidence, as if he owned the space and her flustered reaction.

He reached down, tugging the end of her tail plug with a light flick, the dark fur swaying.

"Ow! Bastard—" Tila spun to slap his hand, her black eyes flashing, but he’d already pulled away, giggling like an amused cat, his grin wicked.

He dropped down across from her, sitting cross-legged, scooping up a crumpled pair of stockings like he might actually help, his hazel eyes warm.

"Don’t bug me, Master," Tila growled, her voice sharp, her black eyes narrowing, her tail swishing faintly behind her maid dress.

"I’m helping," Kael said innocently, his grin widening as he pulled something from the pile—a pair of Tila’s panties, simple, cute, trimmed with soft lace and a tiny bow.

He held them up, turning them in his hand like a collector inspecting a rare artifact, his hazel eyes glinting. "...Are these yours?"

Tila went rigid, her face flushing scarlet, her black eyes wide with mortification.

"No!" she snapped, her voice cracking, her heart pounding.

Kael leaned forward, sniffing them deeply, his grin devilish, his hazel eyes locked on her.

Tila’s mouth fell open, her black eyes blazing.

"Wh-what the fuck are you doing?! That’s—perversion!" she sputtered, her cheeks burning, her pussy tingling faintly despite her outrage.

"So they are yours," Kael teased, his voice low, playful, folding them neatly with irritating care.

"They’re cute. You should wear them more often."

"I’m never wearing them again," Tila muttered, shoving a shirt over the panties like she could erase the moment from existence, her black eyes avoiding his, her tail twitching nervously.

They folded in silence, the tension between them simmering like heat off a stone, the air thick with unspoken sparks.

Tila’s black eyes stayed on the laundry, her fingers moving quickly, her cheeks still flushed.

Then Kael spoke, his voice quieter, softer. "I saw it."

Tila didn’t look up, her black eyes fixed on a pair of socks.

"Saw what?, Master" she muttered, her voice tight.

"You like me. Don’t you?" Kael said, his hazel eyes warm, searching her face.

"No," Tila said immediately, too quickly, her black eyes flickering, her tail swishing sharply. "I don’t, Master."

Kael smirked, leaning back on his hands, his hazel eyes lazily watching her reaction. "Really?"