Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 211: amplified

Chapter 211: amplified

Through touch, he felt her—not just her physical state, but the flicker of emotions she buried beneath her bravado.

Fatigue weighed heavy, a quiet ache she’d never voice.

Pressure, self-imposed, tightened her nerves like taut wires.

Disappointment, unacknowledged, trembled in her muscles, a silent frustration at her limits.

To Kael, these were as vivid as thunder, a map of her inner storm.

"Generate a small spark," he said softly, his voice a low murmur against her ear.

"Okay," Liss replied, extending her right arm, her fingers flexing.

A soft crackle sparked to life in her palm, faint arcs of electricity dancing across her skin, casting pale blue light that flickered over the wrecked room.

Kael focused, his resonance honing in on the moment her power flared.

Her heartbeat surged, a subtle spike.

Her breath deepened, drawing from her diaphragm.

Neural signals raced, muscles priming in her arms and shoulders, a cascade of instinct and energy.

Through his touch, Kael amplified those shifts, his resonance a gentle nudge that intensified her body’s natural flow with precision.

A slow pulse of empathetic resonance flowed from his palms, warm and electric, and Liss’s spark erupted.

The arcs doubled in strength, bursting into vivid blue tendrils that snapped and curled, illuminating the room in erratic flashes.

"Whoa—" Liss gasped, her eyes widening, her arm trembling slightly.

"What the hell?" She stared at her hand, the sparks dancing brighter, untamed. "I didn’t push—it just... amplified!"

Kael eased his hands from her back, his touch lingering a moment longer than needed, the warmth of her skin still tingling against his palms.

"Told you," he said, a faint smirk in his voice.

Liss turned, her blue eyes wide, stormlight flickering in their depths.

"Kael, how did you do that? I didn’t even try—it just exploded!" Her voice was a mix of awe and disbelief, her bare chest rising with quick breaths, the light catching her curves.

"It’s a secret," he said, his tone light but firm, leaning back slightly. "One I don’t share."

Liss’s brows shot up, her smirk returning, playful but probing.

"So you’ve got cheat-code powers stashed away and never told anyone? What, you hiding a superhero glow-up machine?"

Kael chuckled, shaking his head.

"Didn’t want the hero agency sniffing around. They’d have me chained to a lab, juicing up every rookie or locked away to buff their elites. I’m not a battery."

Liss went quiet, her gaze dropping, her fingers brushing a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Her voice softened, a rare vulnerability creeping in. "...So what does that make me? A cheat?"

Kael’s expression softened, and he reached out, his hand resting gently on her shoulder, his touch warm, grounding.

"No, Liss. You’re not. I’ve seen you train—harder than most S-Class heroes even bother. You don’t have their gifts, but you earn every inch. I’m just... taking off your limiters."

His voice dropped, low and earnest, his thumb brushing her skin in a subtle, comforting stroke. "I want to help you become the hero you’re meant to be."

Liss looked over her shoulder, her blue eyes softening, a faint flush warming her cheeks.

The amber light caught her face, highlighting the curve of her jaw, the vulnerability in her gaze.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, raw and genuine.

"You’re welcome," Kael replied, his smile warm, his hand lingering on her shoulder, the air between them charged with something deeper.

Then his grin turned mischievous, a spark of the novel’s playful edge.

"So... can I squeeze your boobs next time we train?"

Liss scoffed, her eyes rolling, but a smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned back slightly, her bare chest nudging closer, a teasing challenge in her posture. "Why wait till next time?"

She turned fully, her smirk widening, her body relaxed but inviting, the light casting soft shadows across her curves.

"Go ahead."

Kael’s eyebrows shot up, his grin faltering into surprised amusement. "Really?"

"Don’t get cocky," she teased, her voice low, playful, but with a hint of heat. "It isn’t you first time, and sure hell won’t be your last."

Kael didn’t hesitate.

He placed his hands on her breasts, his palms warm against her soft, yielding skin.

She didn’t flinch, her blue eyes glinting with amusement, a quiet confidence in her gaze.

Her nipples brushed his fingers, a subtle spark of electricity tingling through the contact, a playful echo of her power.

"Honk honk," he said as he squeezed her breasts, deadpan, his voice cutting through the tension with absurd humor.

Liss snorted, her laughter breaking the quiet, her shoulders shaking.

"You’re such a pervert."

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Liss tied her blonde hair into a tight ponytail, the motion pulling her tank top taut against her curves, her blue eyes glinting with renewed energy.

She glanced at Kael, her smirk playful but charged. "Come on. Let’s hit my personal training room."

Kael raised an eyebrow, his torn coat swaying as he followed her out of the wrecked apartment. "Your place or...?"

"My parents’ house," she said, grabbing her keys, her shorts hugging her hips as she moved.

"To my setup."

They slid into her sleek, silver sports car, the engine purring as Liss floored it through the city’s neon-lit streets.

Kael stole a glance at her, her long legs working the pedals, her lean arms flexing as she shifted gears, her focus sharp but laced with a quiet thrill.

The car’s interior smelled faintly of her—ozone and jasmine, a mix of power and allure.

The drive ended at a sprawling suburban house, its clean lines and manicured lawn a stark contrast to the city’s chaos.

Liss led Kael inside, slipping past polished halls lined with trophies—track medals, martial arts belts, and framed photos of a younger Liss, all blonde determination and electric blue eyes.

In the living room, her parents looked up from their evening routine—her father, a broad-shouldered blonde, flipping through a tablet on the couch, her mother, lithe and fair, sipping a protein shake.

"Kael?" her mother said, blinking, her smile warm. "Been a while. You don’t visit anymore."

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