Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 166: harder than that

"You’re gonna have to try harder than that," Freya taunted, her voice sultry, her body weaving through Rhea’s attacks like water.

She ducked under Rhea’s next strike, her hand snapping out to grab Rhea’s wrist, twisting it just enough to throw her off balance.

Rhea gasped, her body lurching forward, and Freya seized the moment, her fingers darting for Rhea’s left cover.

Rhea twisted free, her agility saving her, and countered with a spinning backhand, aiming for Freya’s shoulder.

Freya blocked, their forearms colliding with a sharp smack, the impact sending a ripple through Freya’s exposed breast, the sight making Kael’s pulse pound.

The fight intensified.

Rhea dove low, aiming for Freya’s legs, trying to topple her.

Freya leaped back, her hair whipping, her remaining cover clinging precariously, the thread swaying wildly.

She countered with a high kick, her leg arcing toward Rhea’s shoulder, forcing Rhea to roll to the side.

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

Freya laughed, a low, throaty sound, and spun behind Rhea, her hand darting out to hook the thread on Rhea’s final cover.

With a deft tug, it came free, Rhea’s other breast now bare, her pink nipple hardening in the cool air, her chest heaving as she stumbled back, her face flaming with exertion and embarrassment.

Freya stepped back, her hands on her hips, twirling Rhea’s two nipple covers around her fingers like a trophy, the threads dangling provocatively.

"I win," she declared, her voice smooth and triumphant, her blue eyes locked on Rhea, her own remaining cover barely clinging to her left breast, the thread swaying with her confident stance.

Rhea dropped to her knees, her bare breasts heaving, her pink nipples vivid against her flushed skin.

She slammed her fist against the floor, the wood creaking under the impact.

"So close!" she growled, her voice thick with frustration, her amber eyes glaring at the ground, her crimson hair spilling over her shoulders.

Kael pushed off the wall, his grin softening as he crouched beside Rhea, his hazel eyes meeting her defiant gaze.

"Hey, don’t beat yourself up so much," he said, his voice low, almost gentle. "Your hand-to-hand’s weak because you’ve been leaning on your powers—raw fire, all instinct. That’s not enough out there. But I’ll help you get better, Rhea. We’ll sharpen those skills, make you unstoppable."

Rhea’s flush lingered, but her eyes softened slightly, her pride wrestling with gratitude. "Thanks," she muttered, her voice quieter now, her gaze flicking up to meet his. "I mean it."

Kael smiled back, a rare warmth in his expression, his hand briefly brushing her shoulder before he stood. The moment was fleeting, but it grounded the room’s charged atmosphere.

"Kael!" Freya’s voice cut through, sharp and commanding, her posture still radiating victory, her bare breast swaying slightly, her remaining cover a teasing reminder of the fight’s stakes.

Kael looked up, his grin returning, his hazel eyes locking onto her blue ones. "Yeah?"

Freya’s smirk widened, her hands on her hips, her body exuding confidence.

"You and me, one-on-one," Freya said, her voice a challenge, her blue eyes blazing, "Right now."

Kael raised an eyebrow, "Hey, you are the one who asked me to train you. Why the challenge?"

Freya stepped closer, "I want to know there are moves I can learn from you. Otherwise, there’ll always be a part of me undermining you when you teach. Prove it to me that you are better than me Kael, that I haven’t made the wrong decision, choosing you as my trainer."

Kael’s eyes gleamed, the challenge igniting something in him.

"Fine," he said, his voice low, teasing. "But if I win, Freya, you’re wearing those panties for a whole day, the one we bought in that adult store that day, with the anal beads, remember? and I get to play with that hole tomorrow."

His challenge hung in the air, bold and provocative, surprising even himself.

The heat of watching their boobs jiggle, no, the fight had pushed him past restraint, and the challenge felt... natural.

Freya’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before her grin returned, bolder than ever.

Rhea’s jaw dropped, her bare breasts still heaving, her flush deepening.

Kael caught the shock in their expressions, his own surprise fading into amusement at the stakes he’d set.

"Fine," Freya said, her voice steady, her blue eyes locked on his, a daring glint within them.

"But if I win, Kael, I want you handcuffed and blindfolded on my bed, and I get to have my way with you—anything I want, until sunrise."

Kael’s grin widened, the stakes sending a thrill through him, his pulse racing at the thought.

Rhea, still on her knees, bit her lip, her mind spinning.

Was she part of this deal?

After losing to Freya, she felt sidelined, unsure if she’d be left to sleep alone if Freya won, or forced to watch Freya dominate Kael.

The thought of Freya flinching all day in those anal beads was tempting, but so was the image of Kael, bound and blindfolded, at Freya’s mercy.

Sheesh, she thought, her body tingling with an odd excitement, her pink nipples hardening further against the cool air.

Rhea stood, her resolve steadying, and handed Freya her remaining nipple cover.

"Here," she said, her voice firm but tinged with embarrassment.

Freya smirked, taking it, then gathered Rhea’s pair of covers and tossed them to Kael.

"You forgot something," she teased, her tone playful but pointed. "It’s an equal game, Kael."

Kael caught the covers, his grin unfaltering.

"Fine," he said, stepping back.

To level the playing field leaving no room for excuses, he grabbed a power-suppressing collar from a drawer nearby, snapping it around his neck, the hum matching theirs.

Then, he peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his toned chest, and applied Rhea’s nipple covers to himself, the adhesive tingling against his skin, the threads dangling oddly.

The sensation was strange, but he embraced it, his hazel eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Rhea, now pulling her white tank top back on without the bra—her pink nipples poking through the thin fabric—stepped to the side, her amber eyes sharp.

"I’m referee," she declared, her voice steady, though her flush betrayed her excitement at the new challenge unfolding.

Kael and Freya squared off, their bodies tense, the air crackling with a new kind of tension—provocative, daring, and dangerously personal.

Kael’s eyes were set on the goal, focused.

The Boobs