Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 214: taxi?

Chapter 214: taxi?

Kael realized that Liss never brought her car, so he might have to get a taxi to reach Liss’s training room, though it might delay him a bit.

But when he said this to Liss, she grabbed his wrist, her grip firm, her smirk wicked as she leaned close, her breath teasing his ear.

"Want me to carry you like a princess?"

Kael shot her a flat look, his lips twitching. "On your back’s fine."

"Coward," she teased, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.

He climbed onto her back, his arms looping around her shoulders, her body warm and solid beneath him.

Her toned hips shifted as she jogged through the city’s building like lightning, her ass—round, firm, and perfectly sculpted—flexing with each stride, a distracting sight that made Kael’s grip tighten.

Her laughter rang out, bright and free, as they reached her parents’ house, her dad raising a brow.

"Back already?" her dad called from the kitchen, his voice rich with amusement as he chopped vegetables, his fair skin and stubborn grin a mirror of Liss’s.

"Routine training," Liss said, her tone casual, her superhero suit clinging to her toned curves.

"More like getting roasted alive," Kael muttered, his smirk softening the complaint.

Her parents laughed, the sound warm, familiar.

Her mom offered Kael a glass of iced tea, her blue eyes twinkling. "Don’t let her fry you too bad, Kael."

"I’m trying," he replied, accepting the drink.

Soon, they headed downstairs, the air cooling as they descended into the basement training bunker.

The pristine white walls gleamed, reinforced with insulation panels and ion-shielding buffers, a radiant energy dispersal unit humming softly on one side—a fortress built to contain Liss’s lightning.

The stark light cast sharp shadows, the room pulsing with quiet anticipation.

Liss handed Kael a small glass vial, its shimmering blue-green liquid catching the light.

"For your palms," she said, nudging him, her voice warm but teasing. "Burns were rough last time. So I got a chemist friend to whip this up. This should prevent burns and scarring."

Kael uncapped it, spreading the salve across his hands, the cool relief instant, soothing the red, tender skin.

"Thanks, Liss," he said, meeting her blue eyes, a quiet gratitude in his tone.

She shrugged, her smirk softening, her blonde ponytail swaying. "You’re helping me level up, Kael. Least I can do is keep your hands in the game."

Liss stripped down, zipping down her suit for a white bra and thong, the fabric stark against her pale skin, hugging her curves with a daring confidence.

Her body was a masterpiece of strength and allure—lean, muscular, yet undeniably feminine.

Her breasts were firm, their soft curves accentuated by the bra’s delicate support, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric, a teasing flush against her skin.

Her waist was narrow, a sculpted curve flaring into wide, powerful hips, her ass round and toned, the thong emphasizing its perfect shape, a blend of muscle and sensuality that drew Kael’s eye despite his focus.

Her abs were chiseled, her thighs powerful, radiating strength with every subtle shift, her tight ponytail sharpening her warrior’s aura, her blue eyes glinting with electric anticipation.

Kael approached, his insulated bodysuit—graphene weave with a dissipative layer—zipped up, his palms bare for resonance soaked in the liquid.

They’d done this dance before, but today felt different, a shared understanding that this wasn’t just about pushing limits—it was about shattering them.

He stood behind her, his hands settling just beneath her shoulder blades, warm against her cool skin, the contact sparking a quiet tension.

His empathetic resonance awakened, syncing through touch to her pulse, her breath, the subtle tension in her muscles, her body humming with readiness.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice low, a murmur against her ear.

"Always," Liss replied, her stance widening, power coiling in her frame like a storm about to break.

The first surge hit like a thunderclap.

Electricity roared from Liss’s hands, lashing toward the insulated wall, arcs crackling with blinding intensity.

The air thickened, ozone biting the senses, a sharp, electric tang. Kael locked into her rhythm through his touch, feeling the heat flaring under her skin, the micro-vibrations in her spine, the charge pulsing in her blood.

He amplified it, his resonance a warm pulse that nudged her vitals deeper—not just her nerves and breath, but the electric flow in her cells, the voltage thresholds, the pressure in her capillaries.

Her muscles clenched, her body trembling as the power rose.

Her voice wavered, a soft gasp escaping her lips, her bra straining against her heaving chest, her thong-clad hips bracing against the recoil.

The sparks glowed brighter, arcs doubling, dancing wildly off the walls in vivid blue bursts, the room humming with static.

Kael’s palms burned, the salve holding but his muscles screaming under the strain of channeling her escalating output, his pulse pounding in his ears.

Minutes bled together, their breaths syncing, their focus unbreakable.

Liss pushed harder, her body glowing, sweat beading on her skin, evaporating in the rising heat, her ass flexing with each surge, a distracting sight that tested Kael’s concentration.

He gritted his teeth, diving deeper with his resonance, amplifying the electric flow in her cells, pushing her beyond her limits.

Her voice trembled, a primal cry as volts surged through her, her lightning a chaotic symphony of light and sound.

Kael’s vision blurred, his knees trembling, but he held on, his hands steady, his resonance a desperate spark fueling her storm.

The lights flickered, the dispersal unit whining as energy pooled in her arms, legs, chest, her body a conduit for raw power.

Kael collapsed first, his strength spent.

Liss pressed forward, her electric energy dimmed but still fierce and powerful.

She pushed until the gauge captured her maximum output without Kael’s touch.

Then, exhausted and letting out a yell, she crumpled beside him.

Kael crawled to the digital gauge, his limbs heavy with fatigue.

Liss stood behind him, hands on her hips, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

Her bra and thong, damp with sweat, clung to her glistening skin, and her electric blue eyes burned with anticipation.

"Well?" she asked, her voice raw, urgent.

Kael glanced at the screen, a grin spreading across his face. "You’re at nearly twenty percent over your previous max."

Liss blinked, then her grin erupted, fierce and triumphant. "Twenty?"

He nodded, leaning back against the wall, his smirk warm. "That’s not a jump. That’s a breakthrough."

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