Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 29 — Even Goddesses Take Baths (R18)
After saying goodbye to Mary at the Central Base of the Ten, Belle flew straight to her younger brother’s house. It sat in a protected residential area, discreet enough to stay under the radar.
The place was two stories tall with a big, open backyard. It wasn’t the flashy mansion Belle could easily afford, but it still screamed money the second you saw it.
She’d bought it for her brother not long after claiming the number one hero spot worldwide. When Belle arrived, Adam was studying in the living room. She headed directly to the bathroom.
Hot water poured over her naked, slender body as she stood with her face right under the showerhead. A headache had been nagging her for hours; she just needed to unwind.
Her soaked black hair plastered against her cheeks and neck. Her figure was flawless—model-perfect. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were perfectly proportioned, topped with small, round, pale-pink nipples.
Those delicate shoulders on her slim frame screamed "strongest in the world" without ever needing brute strength. Her Gift let her keep this fragile-looking, elegant body while staying rock-solid underneath.
Her abs were the only part that showed real training—sharp definition circling her navel. Wide hips, yet still slim and graceful overall. And her ass? Shape, curve, firmness—absolute perfection.
Belle gracefully reached for the soap and worked it over her shoulders, neck, arms, torso, and legs. Soon her whole body was lathered in thick foam. She stepped back under the spray and rinsed slowly, deliberately.
She tried to relax, to enjoy the shower away from every damn problem... but her brain refused to shut off.
’Anomalies inside the Abyss...’
She opened her intense red eyes just a sliver and let the water stream down her neck, freezing in place.
’Angel’s working with us... I know Mary only makes calls that keep everyone safe, but teaming up with Angel? I’ve never been able to read that woman. I shadowed her for a full month once—she never did anything openly suspicious. Yet she’s always right where the biggest shit goes down. Way too convenient. Way too suspicious.’
She plunged her head under the stream, running both hands through her hair to rinse. Then she grabbed the shampoo, dug her nails into her scalp, and scrubbed hard.
’A family... even someone like her gets to have kids. Who the hell was her husband? What kind of guy meets her standards?’
Rinsing the suds away, she came out clean again and used the moment to wash her face too.
’During my last expedition into the Abyss, I reached the deepest point anyone’s ever hit. No new altars. That monster that snuck into Ark wasn’t stupid—it had real intelligence, real reasoning. It didn’t come to kill. It came to observe. I took too damn long to put it down... that species passes knowledge straight to the queen’s hive. If it got in unseen, they already know how to do it again. No doubt.’
Her brows furrowed slightly.
’Such a pain in the ass... I need a woman whose Gift can punch through to the absolute bottom of the Abyss. But nothing exists that can cross the Dead Zone down there. Is someone like that even going to be born in my lifetime? What if no one stronger than me ever appears?’
She lifted her right hand, watching the water cascade over it.
’Astral Sovereignty... this Gift is a divine blessing for all humanity. I have to end the Abyss in my generation. I need to keep hunting through every Gift out there. Someone has to exist...’
A short silence. Then she shook her head side to side.
’Stop overthinking, dumbass. You’re here to relax—not to stay on the clock.’
She sighed, grabbed the intimate soap, and lifted her left leg onto the metal bar on the wall—the one meant for sitting. Right now it was just a convenient footrest.
As she lathered her pussy, she noticed the stubble from tomorrow was already faint.
’What a hassle to shave today... tomorrow it is.’
She took a deep, slow breath, closed her eyes, and let herself melt under the water. Once every fold was spotless, she aimed the spray between her legs and rubbed in slow circles until she was pristine.
It started casual—just cleaning—but the friction felt too good. She kept circling her clit with gentle pressure, eyes shut. Just a few seconds, she told herself... but she sank deeper into it.
A warm, quiet sigh slipped out. Her free hand drifted up her leg, over her body, across her torso. Heat built fast. She grabbed one breast, kneaded it in firm circles while her fingers never left her clit.
Belle let out a soft moan, head tilting back. She grazed her nipple, then pinched it—same rhythm, same pressure she loved.
By the time she realized, she wasn’t relaxing anymore—she was full-on masturbating, faster now. Her voice leaked out in low, almost elegant moans. She wasn’t loud, especially not with her little brother downstairs.
Her pussy slicked up quick; wet sounds mixed with the shower every time her fingers moved through the wetness. She arched her back hard, gasping shakily, squeezing her breast tighter with the other hand.
She bit her lower lip fiercely, eyes squeezed shut as her cheeks burned bright red. Moans and gasps came faster—but still hushed.
At some point she slid a finger inside, curling it against her sweet spot, drawing out a long, quivering moan. And right then, her mind went straight to what got her off hardest.
All the applause. The crowds worshipping her. People calling her perfect, strong, magnificent—kneeling at her feet. Ovations. Status. Reputation. All of it.
’I-I’m perfect...’ she whimpered to herself, pumping her finger in and out fast. ’I’m so... fucking delicious. My body’s incredible and I look so goddamn good...’
Her whispered self-worship drowned under the shower hitting marble. Cheeks flushed crimson, face drowned in bliss, pupils blown wide.
Moans spilled more freely now. That usually icy, elegant face was gone—replaced by something raw, intimate, vulnerable. A face almost no one deserved to see. The face of pure, animal sexual surrender.
She gave in completely. Dropped her foot back to the tile. Leaned forward about forty degrees, bracing one hand on the wall, ass pushed back, legs spread while standing.
Head down, wet black hair curtaining her face. Cold water streamed over her back and hips as she worked herself furiously.
Her torso dipped lower the closer she got. High, delicate whines and moans—like she was still shy, even alone.
Toes curled tight. Legs shook violently. Then she came hard.
Pulse hammering, she panted through her mouth like she couldn’t get enough air.
She held the position a few minutes longer, savoring every aftershock of her private moment. Even after the high faded, her mind kept circling back to it: the way they called her the goddess of Ark. The idolization warmed her from the inside. More than she’d ever admit out loud.
Her spent body sank to her knees, head bowed, torso propped on her hands. Every ounce of energy was gone; the shower washed away the last of her slick and heat.
When awareness trickled back, she lifted her head, gave a slow, filthy smile, and closed her eyes as water poured over her face.
’Keep worshiping me, please...’
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Wrapped in a white towel, she dressed in the guest room: black sleeveless top, short black shorts. Casual. Just spending the day with her brother.
She stopped in front of the full-length mirror, gave her black hair one last dry, and smiled at her reflection. Damn proud.
’Nothing beats a long lazy day after jerking off.’ 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
She headed downstairs.
The house was big but warm—nothing like the sterile chill of the central base. Soft colors, lots of natural light.
Adam—his name—looked nothing like Belle. He took after their mom. She took after their dad.
Adam sat at the dining table, notebooks everywhere. Fifteen years old, hair a little messy, face lighting up the second he saw her.
"Belle!"
She gave a tiny head tilt; this time a small smile actually appeared.
"Hi, Adam."
He jumped up.
"You’re back already? I caught the broadcast—it was insane! Mom would’ve been so proud."
Belle stepped close, placed a hand on his head, and gently smoothed his messy hair.
"Glad you watched from home."
"I always do."
She sat across from him.
"How’re your studies going?"
Adam straightened, eager.
"Good, I think. Math’s still kicking my ass a bit, but history? Nailed it. Highest score on the last test."
"That’s awesome. Keep grinding—you’re gonna have an amazing future and a killer job." Her voice stayed calm, warm.
Adam grinned.
"I’m the brother of the goddess of Ark. They’ll let me in anywhere just ’cause of you, sis," he said, chest puffed with pride.
Belle flicked his forehead lightly and corrected him, voice steady:
"No. You’ll earn your own spot with hard work. You’re smart and capable. I don’t support handing out jobs through connections—that’s bullshit. You’ve got all my money for whatever school you want, any program. No excuses. And what’s with the ’goddess of Ark’ crap? Don’t call me that, heh heh..."
"But everyone calls you that, Belle—even at my school."
Belle smiled, eyes closed. She propped her arms on the table, elbows bent, and answered:
"I’m just someone doing her job." She paused, then added: "If you need math help, I can walk you through it after lunch."
Adam’s eyes lit up like fireworks.
"Seriously? Thanks!"
It was simple. Normal. They talked strict teachers, classmates, an upcoming sports tournament. Belle listened for real—small questions, nods, gentle corrections when he got dramatic.
Later, steaming plates in front of them, Adam stared at her with pure awe.
"No one else can do what you do. Sucks that my Gift is so lame... I wish I could fight beside you."
Belle met his eyes.
"You don’t have to be like me, Adam. I’m already your biggest fan."
He sighed, head dropping.
"I know you’re just trying to make me feel better."
Belle gave a soft smile and a quiet, closed-mouth laugh. After they finished eating, while Adam cleared dishes, Belle’s phone buzzed on the table.
New message. She opened it. Number-four hero worldwide. Saved in her contacts as "Koko."
Photo attached. When she tapped it open, her brows twitched in a tiny microexpression.
’Angel.’
Text below: Lost her while tailing. She was heading toward the poor district of Ark.
Belle exhaled slowly. Fingers tight but controlled on the phone.
’That woman...’
Not fear. Unease. Why show up now? Why here?
’What the hell are you after this time... Angel?’
