Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 164: train us

Freya and Rhea faced Kael, their postures rigid with determination, though the air crackled with an undercurrent of tension.

Kael’s lips curved into a sly grin, his voice low, teasing. "You want me to train you? Really?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Freya and Rhea nodded in unison, their expressions unwavering.

Freya’s platinum-cyan hair caught the dim light, her blue eyes sharp, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

Rhea’s crimson hair spilled over her shoulders, her amber eyes flickering with a mix of resolve and embarrassment, her cheeks tinged pink.

Kael raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "You remember our last training session, don’t you?" His tone was teasing, probing, recalling the unconventional methods that had left them both flustered yet undeniably sharper as a team.

Rhea’s face reddened further, as she averted her gaze, her lips pressed tight.

Freya, however, leaned forward, a mischievous smile curling her lips. "I do," she said, her voice playful, almost challenging. Rhea gave a small nod, her silence speaking volumes.

"You don’t have a problem with that?" Kael pressed, his eyes narrowing, searching their faces for any hesitation.

Rhea stayed quiet, her blush only deepening, her arms crossing slightly as she let Freya take the lead.

Freya’s smile widened, confident and unshaken. "No problem at all," she said smoothly. "Your training works, Kael. It’s unorthodox, sure, but it’s made us tighter as a team. We don’t trip over each other’s powers anymore—Rhea and I can sync up, adjust our output, hit harder without collateral damage."

"True," Rhea added softly, her voice steadying as she found her footing. "We’re not in each other’s crossfire now. I can dial back my flames, and Freya’s ice doesn’t clash. We’re better, but we need to be the best. Better than Lightning Lass."

Kael tilted his head, "Hmm. So, you’re fine with my... out of the box ways?" He leaned forward, his voice dropping, testing their resolve one last time.

Freya’s eyes gleamed, her grin downright wicked. "I’d be disappointed if they weren’t. You’ve got a knack for making things... interesting." Her tone was teasing, almost daring him to push further.

Kael’s gaze shifted to Rhea, who still hadn’t spoken directly, her face a vibrant shade of red.

"Rhea?" he prompted, his smirk softening into something almost gentle.

Rhea swallowed, her amber eyes flicking to Freya, then back to Kael. "Whatever Freya says," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, unable to meet his eyes fully.

Her fingers twisted in the hem of her tank top, betraying her nerves.

Freya stepped closer, her presence commanding, her voice firm yet warm.

"I trust you, Kael. You’ll push us to new heights, and we’re ready for it." She glanced at Rhea, encouraging her with a nod.

Rhea straightened, her jaw tightening with resolve. "I’ll tackle whatever you throw at us," she said, her voice stronger now. "I want to be stronger. Stronger than Lightning Lass. I’ll do whatever it takes."

Freya turned to Kael, her tone shifting to a polite, almost formal cadence, though her eyes still danced with mischief. "So, Kael, will you train us? Truly push us to our limits?"

Rhea, added simply, "Yeah, will you?"

Kael’s lips curved into a mischievous grin, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and challenge.

"My pleasure," he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver up both Freya’s and Rhea’s spines.

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"Fucking pervert," Rhea hissed, her voice sharp but trembling, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, barely concealing her embarrassment.

Freya, standing beside her, let out a low laugh, her blue eyes glinting with amusement. "I knew you’d pull something like this, Kael, but starting immediately? Bold. I’m curious what you’ve got planned this time."

Kael stood across from them in the Haven’s main room. He leaned casually against a nearby wall. "This is just to gauge your commitment," he said, his grin unwavering. "It’s late, so we’ll keep it light—some warmups, then dinner. You’ve got a mission tomorrow, so let’s not get too tired."

Rhea’s eyes narrowed, her flush deepening, her voice edged with annoyance. "Didn’t we already say we’re ready? Why the theatrics?"

Freya tilted her head, her platinum-cyan hair spilling over her shoulder, her stance relaxed but confident. "We know what we signed up for, Kael. Do you really need to test us like this?"

Kael’s grin widened, his hazel eyes gleaming with a playful challenge. "I want proof that you actually asked for it," he said, stepping back and raising his phone, the camera lens glinting.

Before him stood Freya and Rhea, their usual pants hugging their legs, but their tops were gone—no shirts, no bras, only delicate nipple covers on their breasts adorned with thin, dangling threads that swayed with their movements.

Freya stood with her hands on her hips, her posture bold, exuding confidence, her curves accentuated by the dim light, the threads catching the glow, drawing the eye with every subtle shift.

Her cyan hair framed her face, her blue eyes locked on Kael, daring him to keep up.

Rhea, by contrast, had her arms folded tightly, her crimson hair falling in waves, her amber eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and embarrassment, the threads on her covers trembling slightly, adding a tantalizing edge to her shy demeanor.

"So, what do we do?" Freya asked, her voice steady, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

Rhea shifted, her arms tightening, her voice low and uneasy. "I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I’m already regretting asking you to train us."

Kael chuckled, holding up his phone, his grin turning sly.

"First, I want your consent. Gotta make it official." He didn’t need it, not really, but the act of getting it, of hearing them say it, was its own kind of victory. "Say, ’I give Kael full permission to train us however he sees fit, no limits, no complaints.’"

Rhea’s eyes widened, her face flaming. "No way. I’m not saying that," she snapped, her voice cracking, her arms tightening further as if to shield herself.

Freya, unfazed, stepped forward, striking a pose that was pure provocation—her hips cocked to one side, one hand sliding up her side, the other brushing her hair back, the threads on her nipple covers swaying hypnotically.

The movement was fluid, her curves catching the light, her confidence radiating, and Kael felt a rush that tested his composure, his grip tightening on the phone.

"I give Kael full permission to train us however he sees fit, no limits, no complaints," Freya purred, her voice sultry, her blue eyes locked on his, daring him to match her boldness.

Rhea stared at Freya, her mouth slightly open, her resolve wavering.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper as she forced the words out, her blush spreading to her neck.

"Fine... I give Kael full permission to train us however he sees fit, no limits, no complaints." Her voice broke on the last word, her eyes darting to the floor, unable to meet Kael’s gaze.

Kael’s grin was triumphant as he stopped the recording, pocketing his phone.

"Got it. Proof secured." He stepped forward, his tone shifting to businesslike, though his eyes still gleamed with mischief. "Once again. Today’s just a warmup to test your combat prowess. Let’s get started now."