Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 209: Liss?

Chapter 209: Liss?

"Ahn~"

A barely audible moan, catching in her throat.

Kael blinked, his grip tightening on the phone.

"...Liss?"

No response, just her breath hitching, controlled but unmistakably charged.

"What was that?" he asked, though the heat creeping up his neck told him he already knew.

"Mm?" Her voice came, calm, amused, but laced with a teasing edge.

"Liss," he said, his tone half-warning, half-curious.

"I’m... squatting," she said finally, her voice light but layered, a smile curling through it.

"On a toy. Mounted to the floor. Got a plug in my ass, too. Oh—and clamps. On my nipples."

Kael closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose, a dry laugh escaping him.

"Of course you do."

"You weren’t coming over," she said, her tone playful but pointed, a hitch in her breath betraying a slight bounce. "So I made do."

He shook his head, his voice quieter, laced with amusement. "This is your version of multitasking?"

"I can still hold a conversation," she murmured, another soft gasp slipping through, her voice wavering as she moved. "Might not... finish my sentences, though."

Kael’s fingers curled tightly around the cot’s edge, his jaw tight, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips. "You’re unreal."

"Just honest," she whispered, her voice thick, needy, a quiet moan underscoring her words.

"And very, very... needy."

Another gasp, deliberate, unashamed, filled the line.

Kael didn’t interrupt, didn’t encourage—he just listened, his breath steady, grounding.

Not just to the sounds, but to what they meant.

Liss trusted him, bared herself—her pain, her edge, her cravings—without fear, because with him, she didn’t need to hide.

"Kael," she breathed, her voice trembling, raw, "I don’t do this for anyone else."

He stayed silent, his chest tight, her words sinking deep.

"You’re the only one I want like this," she said, her voice wavering as she moved again, slow, and gently slid back down. "The only one who’s ever... gotten me."

Her breath caught, a soft moan escaping, and Kael’s fingers dug into the cot, his body tense, but he didn’t speak.

She wasn’t asking for validation—she was claiming something they both knew, something raw, complex, theirs.

"Even when you’re not touching me..." she whispered, her voice thick with need, "it’s still only you."

The silence that followed was electric, heavy with unspoken truths.

This wasn’t just sex, not just tension—it was their connection, forged in battles, in quiet nights, in moments like this, where words weren’t enough.

"Don’t say anything," she murmured, her voice a plea, a command. "Just... stay."

And he did.

The line stayed open, their breaths mingling through static, two heroes—damaged, defiant, connected—not by power or past, but by something deeper, something they hadn’t dared name aloud.

The city hummed beyond the window, but in that moment, it was just them, holding on through the night.

Kael on the other end as Liss moaned, unrestrained.

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Two days later.

The still heat of evening settled over the Haven, a restless quiet broken only by the faint hum of the pot on simmering on the stove.

Kael locked Freya’s door behind her, the click echoing in the Haven’s bare hallway.

Her rehab session had been a good step forward, and he liked how it was going, all Freya had to do was walk one more step into his trap and he will catch her like a rat lured by cheese.

Rhea had left that morning on a mission with Harris, hunting a low-tier villain called Crocky, and wouldn’t return until late.

The Haven felt calm and peaceful.

Ring~

Kael’s phone buzzed in his pocket, the screen flickering with a name.

Lightning Lass

He paused for a while and then answered.

"Kael," Liss said, her voice brisk, controlled, but brittle, like glass ready to crack.

"I’m done with the hero gig."

He frowned.

"Liss—slow down."

"I’m serious," she pressed, her words sharp, urgent. "I want to join with you in your rehab thing. I’ll train the villains, break them in, make them disciplined. They will listen to everything you say, I can guarantee you that."

Kael’s grip tightened on the phone, her tone setting his nerves on edge. "What’s going on?"

"I’m done, Kael," she repeated, her voice cracking with raw frustration. "No matter how hard I try, I can’t get stronger. I’m stuck. So maybe it’s time for a career change—like you."

He caught it then—the strain beneath her words, not fear or weakness, but a boiling anger at her own limits. "Where are you?"

"Home."

"I’m coming."

Kael locked the Haven and rushed to Liss’s apartment.

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Liss’s apartment was a warzone, a snapshot of her unraveling.

Torn pillows spilled feathers across the floor, the coffee table lay in splinters, light fixtures sparked faintly, and blackened scorch marks scarred the walls, as if she’d fought the room itself and lost.

The air smelled of ozone and singed fabric, heavy with the heat of her electricity still dissipating.

She stood in the corner, barefoot, her loose tank top clinging to her sweat-damp skin, black shorts hugging her thighs.

Her blonde hair was tangled, falling wild over her shoulders, her face flushed, blue eyes glinting with a storm that hadn’t yet broken.

Her arms were crossed, her lip caught between her teeth, a mix of defiance and vulnerability that made Kael’s chest tighten.

He stepped over a shattered lamp, its bulb crunching under his boot.

"What happened?"

"I told you," she said, her voice low, biting. "I can’t break through. I’ve been A-Class for years. I do everything right—training, patrols, missions—and I’m still not good enough."

Kael’s eyes softened, but his tone stayed steady. "You’re young, Liss. S-Class isn’t a promotion. It’s a grind. A long one."

"I’m not sure I’ll live long enough for it," she muttered, her voice raw, her gaze flicking to the window, the city’s neon glow casting harsh shadows across her face.

"Liss..." Kael’s voice softened, a quiet anchor.

She paced past the window, her bare feet silent on the scorched floor.

"We were four heroes yesterday. Four. And we couldn’t take one S-Class villain. Then another showed up, and we were done. Dead, Kael. I mean dead."

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