Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 167: Same rules

Kael adjusted the nipple covers he’d reluctantly applied, their threads dangling oddly against his toned chest, the adhesive tingling against his skin.

Freya, her confidence unshaken from her earlier victory, had reapplied her own covers, the delicate threads swaying with each breath, accentuating her fuller curves.

Kael cracked his knuckles, his grin sly. "Let’s make this quick, Freya. I’ve beads to stuff." His voice dripped with provocation.

Freya’s smirk was defiant, her posture bold. "You’ll be the one handcuffed and blindfolded, Kael. Don’t cry like a girl when I’m halfway, that will be a mood killer, or maybe not?." Her voice was sultry, her eyes daring him to match her.

"Same rules," Rhea declared, her voice firm, a flush lingered on her cheeks. "First to remove both opponent’s nipple covers wins. No holds. Fight!"

Freya lunged first, her movements fluid and predatory, her hand darting for Kael’s right cover.

Kael sidestepped, his reflexes honed, his body twisting with a fighter’s grace.

The threads on his covers swayed, catching the light, drawing Freya’s eye for a split second.

He countered with a quick jab toward her shoulder, forcing her to duck, her hair whipping, her curves shifting tantalizingly.

Freya grinned, undeterred, and spun low, aiming a sweeping kick at Kael’s legs.

He leaped over it, his bare torso flexing, the nipple covers feeling oddly restrictive as he landed.

Rhea watched, her arms crossed, her tank top straining against her chest, her pink nipples pressing harder against the fabric as the fight’s intensity pulled her in.

Kael and Freya circled, their breaths quick, their eyes locked. Freya feinted left, then dove right, her fingers grazing Kael’s left cover but missing the thread.

Kael seized the opening, his hand snapping out, hooking the thread on Freya’s right cover.

With a sharp tug, the adhesive gave way with a soft rip, and Freya’s breast bounced free, her pink nipple pert against her pale skin, the sudden exposure sending a jolt through Kael’s veins.

"First blood!" Kael taunted, his grin wicked, twirling the cover between his fingers.

Freya’s eyes narrowed, her smile sharpening into something dangerous.

"Your brothers’ gonna pay for that," she purred, her voice sultry, her exposed breast swaying as she lunged again, her fingers aiming for Kael’s covers.

He dodged, his body weaving through her strikes, but Freya was relentless, her movements a blur of confidence and agility.

She feinted high, then dropped low, her hand darting for Kael’s cover, but he twisted away, his hand grazing her exposed breast in the process, his fingers brushing her nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from Freya.

Kael pressed his advantage, his hand squeezing Freya’s exposed breast, the soft flesh yielding under his grip, her nipple hardening under his touch.

Rhea’s eyes widened. She wondered if it was against the rules. But can this even be called a game?

He is toying with her.

Freya’s breath hitched, but she spun away, her hair flying, her remaining cover dangling precariously.

"Cheap shot," she hissed, though her grin betrayed a flicker of excitement.

She countered with a spinning backhand, aiming for Kael’s chest, but he blocked, their forearms colliding with a sharp smack, the impact sending a ripple through Freya’s exposed breast.

The fight surged into a higher gear.

Freya dove low, aiming for Kael’s legs, trying to topple him.

Kael leaped back, his covers swaying, as he countered with a high kick, his leg arcing toward Freya’s shoulder, forcing her to roll to the side.

She sprang up, her bare breast jiggling, her pink nipple catching the light as she charged again, her fingers grazing Kael’s cover but slipping off.

Kael laughed, a low, teasing sound, and spun behind her, his hand darting out, not for her cover but for her exposed breast again, this time pinching her nipple firmly, the sharp sensation making Freya gasp, her body momentarily freezing.

"Focus, Freya," Kael teased, his voice low, his hazel eyes gleaming with hunger.

Freya’s eyes flashed with defiance, her body weaving through his next strike, her hand snapping out to grab his wrist, twisting it to throw him off balance.

Kael twisted free, his agility matching hers, and lunged, his fingers hooking the thread on Freya’s remaining cover.

Freya tried to dodge, her movements slowing slightly from fatigue, her chest heaving, her exposed breast bouncing with each step.

Kael’s grin widened, sensing her tire, and with a deft tug, he ripped the second cover free, Freya’s other breast spilling out, revealing her pink, pert nipple which was hiding so far.

The room seemed to pause, the sight of her fully exposed curves sending a surge through Kael, his pulse pounding with the raw, provocative beauty of their combat.

Only if every battle with a supervillain was like this.

I would have been SSSSS rank.

"Kael wins!" Rhea declared, her voice sharp, her amber eyes wide as she stepped forward.

Kael whooped, swinging Freya’s two nipple covers in front of her, the threads dangling as he danced a mocking jig, taunting her with her defeat. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Got you, Freya!" he crowed, his hazel eyes gleaming with triumph.

Rhea, caught up in the moment, joined in, her frame bouncing as she danced beside Kael, her laughter sharp and teasing.

"Suck it, Freya!" she taunted, her amber eyes sparkling, her earlier frustration forgotten as she reveled in Freya’s loss, her tank top shifting with each movement, her nipples poking through provocatively.

Freya stepped back, her hands on her hips, her bare breasts swaying slightly, her blue eyes narrowing but her grin wry.

"Alright, alright," she said, her voice steady, accepting her defeat. "You were better, Kael. Way better than before. Guess you’ve been holding out on us." Her tone held a grudging respect, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light as she tilted her head.

Kael grinned, twirling the covers once more before tucking them into his pocket.

"Guess these nipple covers were the motivation I needed to step up," he said, his voice dripping with mischief.

He reached for his own covers, intending to remove them, but the adhesive clung stubbornly, the threads tickling his skin, sending an unexpected tingle through him.

He fumbled, his fingers slipping, a nervous laugh escaping as the sensation caught him off guard.

"Let me help," Rhea said, stepping forward, her grin playful.

Before Kael could protest, she grabbed both his nipple covers and...

Rip~

She tugged them off in one swift motion, the adhesive ripping free with a sharp sting.

Kael yelped, his body jerking, and in a reflexive flash, his hand darted out, flicking Rhea’s nipple through her tank top, the fabric doing little to dull the sharp sensation.

"Hey!" Rhea gasped, her hand flying to her stinging nipple, rubbing it through the fabric, her flush deepening. "I was just trying to help, you jerk!" Her voice was indignant, but her amber eyes sparkled with laughter watching Kael yelp.

Kael chuckled, rubbing his chest where the covers had been, the tingle lingering.

Freya joined in, her laughter low and throaty, the tension of the fight dissolving into shared amusement.

The three of them stood there, their laughter echoing in the Haven’s main room, the air lighter but still charged with an undercurrent of provocation.

Kael’s grin turned sly as he crossed his arms, his hazel eyes locking on Freya.

"Don’t forget the bet," he said, his voice smooth, teasing, reminding her. "Tomorrow, you’re wearing those panties with the anal beads. All day. And I get to play with that hole."

Freya rolled her eyes, half-lidded, her tone disinterested but her ass cheeks clenching instinctively at the thought, a flicker of excitement betraying her nonchalance.

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, her voice dry, though her blue eyes glinted with an odd anticipation, her bare breasts still swaying slightly as she shifted her weight. "A deal’s a deal."