Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 165: No powers

Freya and Rhea faced each other, their breaths quick and shallow, the air thick with anticipation.

Kael had secured power-suppressing collars around their necks.

"No powers," he’d said, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of authority and mischief.

"We don’t need the Haven crumbling or me getting roasted in your crossfire." The collars ensured discipline, forcing them to rely on raw physical skill—a test of hand to hand combat without depending on superpowers.

Tila and Lila remained in their room, their room was silent, which meant that the sisters were likely plotting their escape, or braiding each other?

But here, in the main room, the focus was razor-sharp on Freya and Rhea, their bodies taut, muscles coiled, ready for Kael’s next move.

Kael leaned against the wall. His grin was sly, his voice smooth as he laid out the challenge.

"Hand-to-hand combat. The rules are simple: remove both of your opponent’s nipple covers. First to do it wins. No holds allowed—pinning someone’s too risky in a real superhero fight. A villain’s power can surge, and if you’re caught holding them down, you’re toast. So, it’s all about attack, dodge, strike. Pure, relentless combat. Understood?"

Freya and Rhea nodded, their eyes locked on each other, the weight of the challenge sinking in like a blade. freewebnoveℓ.com

Freya stood with her hands on her hips, her platinum-cyan hair cascading over her shoulders, the delicate threads on her nipple covers swaying with every subtle movement, catching the dim light in a tantalizing dance. Her navy pants hugged her curves, accentuating her confident stance.

Rhea, her crimson hair spilling in waves, kept her arms crossed tightly, her amber eyes narrowed, her white tank top replaced by the bare minimum—nipple covers with threads that trembled with her nervous energy, her black pants clinging to her lean frame.

Freya tilted her head, a playful smirk curling her lips. "I’m at a disadvantage, you know," she said, her voice dripping with teasing confidence. "But I’ll make it work."

Rhea’s brows knit in confusion, her head tilting.

"How?" She glanced down at her own nipple covers, then at Freya’s, noting the threads dangling evenly, their intricate designs identical.

Her amber eyes flicked to Kael, demanding clarity, her cheeks already tinged with a faint flush.

Kael’s grin widened, his hands moving in a slow, deliberate gesture—palms up, fingers curving outward in a subtle, exaggerated arc, mimicking the shape of full, rounded breasts.

"She’s talking about these," he said, his tone laced with mischief, his hazel eyes gleaming as they darted to Freya’s full chest.

Rhea’s eyes widened, her flush deepening as the realization hit like a spark.

Freya’s breasts were bigger than hers, more pronounced, the nipple covers barely containing her curves, the threads accentuating every shift of her body.

Freya’s grin turned wicked, her blue eyes sparkling with challenge. "Bigger targets, Rhea," she teased, her voice low, almost daring. "Gonna make this easy for you?"

"Cow!" Rhea snapped, her embarrassment igniting into fire.

She lunged forward, her hand darting for Freya’s right nipple cover, fingers aiming with predatory precision.

The fight exploded into motion.

Freya sidestepped with liquid grace, her body twisting like a dancer, the threads on her covers swaying provocatively, catching Kael’s eye.

He shifted against the wall, his pulse quickening, his gaze locked on the scene.

Rhea’s attack was lightning-fast, her fingers grazing the edge of Freya’s cover, but Freya spun, her arm snapping up to block, her other hand lashing out in a quick jab aimed at Rhea’s shoulder.

Rhea ducked, her crimson hair whipping through the air, her lean frame darting to the side.

She feinted left, then pivoted right, her fingers 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 nipple pink and pert against her pale skin, the sudden exposure sending a jolt through Kael’s veins.

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"Got one!" Rhea taunted, her voice sharp, her amber eyes blazing with triumph as she brandished the cover like a trophy. "Not so smug now, huh?"

Freya’s smile didn’t waver, but her eyes narrowed, a predatory glint igniting within them. "Oh, I am just warming up" she purred, her voice low and dangerous, her exposed breast swaying slightly as she shifted her stance, the light catching her curves.

She surged forward, her movements sharper, more aggressive, her body a blur of confidence and power.

Rhea tried to dodge, but Freya was relentless, closing the distance with a low sweep, her leg hooking behind Rhea’s to throw her off balance.

Rhea stumbled, her arms flailing, and Freya’s hand shot out, fingers hooking the thread on Rhea’s left nipple cover.

A quick, precise pull, and the cover tore free, Rhea’s breast spilling out, the nipple pink and pert, jiggling as she caught her balance.

Kael’s breath hitched, his eyes darting between them, the sight of their exposed curves fueling a rush of heat.

Freya’s fuller breast bounced with each movement, one of her nipple free, while Rhea’s frame moved with desperate agility, her exposed breast swaying as she lunged again.

He cursed himself silently for not pushing the stakes further—panties or thongs only, perhaps, stockings? or even less.

The thought sent a thrill through him, his mind spinning with ideas for future "training" sessions, each more provocative than the last.

For now, he kept his focus sharp, watching every dodge, every strike, the erotic charge of their combat pulling him in.

Rhea growled, her embarrassment morphing into raw aggression. She feinted right, then dove left, her fingers aiming for Freya’s remaining cover.

Freya anticipated it, twisting away, her hair flying, her curves shifting tantalizingly, the thread on her left cover dangling like a taunt.

She countered with a palm strike to Rhea’s chest, forcing her back, then spun low, aiming a sweeping kick at Rhea’s legs. Rhea leaped over it, her body arcing gracefully, her exposed breast bouncing with the motion, the thread on her remaining cover swaying wildly.

She landed and lunged again, her fingers brushing Freya’s cover but missing the thread as Freya twisted away, her movements fluid, almost teasing.

"You’re gonna have to try harder than that," Freya taunted.