Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 222: Vulnerable

Chapter 222: Vulnerable

In a blink, they were airborne, the wind screaming past, moonlight streaking their path like silver ribbons.

Liss’s leaps were precise, her boots barely grazing rooftops before launching again, her body a blur of power and grace.

Within seconds, they landed beside the twins, the impact soft but firm, dust swirling around them in the shattered street.

The twins lay still, their naked bodies entwined, subtle steam rising from their sweat-soaked skin, their black eyes closed, their breaths faint but steady.

The Reaper’s smeared remains lay nearby, a grotesque stain of blood, bone.

Kael knelt beside them, his torn coat pooling around him, his hand hovering over Lila’s shoulder, checking her pulse, his face etched with relief and worry.

Liss stood guard, her blue eyes scanning the darkness, her suit’s ivory plates glinting, ready for any lingering threat.

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The moon hung high, a pale sentinel casting its cold glow over the shattered street, where Liss crouched silently beside the unconscious twins, her blonde hair brushing her cheek as the midnight wind whispered past.

Her midnight-blue hero suit clung to her toned curves, ivory plating scratched from earlier battles, her blue eyes narrowing as they landed on Lila, now lying peacefully on the asphalt.

Lila’s body was pristine, her neck whole, unmarred—no trace of the scythe that had cleaved it clean.

Beside her, Tila lay equally untouched, their naked forms glistening with sweat and shadow residue, their black eyes closed, their breathing shallow but steady.

"That’s... not possible," Liss muttered under her breath, her voice a mix of awe and unease, her breasts shifting slightly in her suit as she leaned closer.

Kael knelt beside her, his torn coat swaying, his dark eyes tracing Lila’s unscarred neck, the wreckage around them—shattered concrete, twisted metal, the Reaper’s smeared remains—eerily absent, as if reality had rewritten itself.

"Look," Liss whispered, her hand hovering over Lila’s shoulder, not touching, "her neck... she was fucking beheaded. How’s it... normal? Are they like immortal or something?"

Kael exhaled, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping him, more from shock than humor.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers brushing the stubble.

"No, they’re not immortal," he said, his voice low, steady. "But Lila and Tila... they’re connected. Deeply. Something symbiotic, maybe metaphysical. They’d never admit it—hell, they live in denial of it—but it’s there."

Liss shot him a sharp glance, her blue eyes glinting with curiosity and a flicker of unease, her ass shifting in her suit as she adjusted her crouch. "That’s fucking terrifying."

Kael nodded, his gaze lingering on the twins, their naked bodies curled in a yin-yang embrace, vulnerable yet unbroken. "Yeah. But useful."

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Dim light filtered through silk curtains in a luxurious bedroom, the air warm with the scent of rose and citrus polish.

The low buzz of Kael’s voice echoed in the dim guest suite, cutting through the pre-dawn stillness.

"Yeah, I said it’s Liss’s new place," he whispered into his phone, pacing quietly across the polished hardwood floor, his boots soft against the rug.

"I sent the location. Just head here please, alright?"

He paused, his dark eyes flicking to the large guest bed where Lila and Tila lay, their forms still under silky blankets.

Freya’s voice crackled through the phone, sharp with objections, and Kael nodded absently, though she couldn’t see him.

"I know, I know. But it’s urgent. We’ll talk more when you’re here. Travel safe."

He ended the call with a click, tucking the phone into his torn coat pocket, and turned toward the bed just as Lila’s black eyes cracked open, groggy and unfocused, glinting faintly in the dim light.

Kael moved closer, crouching beside her, his smile soft, grounding.

"Hey," he said gently, his voice low to avoid waking Tila. "How are you feeling?"

The room was bathed in shadow, the early hours before sunrise casting a hush over Liss’s new villa, perched high on the city’s hills—a sleek, modern fortress gifted to S-Class heroes for their service.

Cutting-edge security hummed faintly, the training facility below dormant, the privacy absolute, a sanctuary for the twins’ recovery.

Liss slept in the adjacent master suite, exhausted from carrying Kael and the twins through the night.

The faint drone of power lines outside was the only sound, mingling with Liss’s soft breathing from the next room.

Lila murmured something incoherent, her black curls shifting as she sat up, the silky blanket sliding off her shoulder—and down her chest, baring her full, firm breasts to the cool morning air.

Her nipples tightened instantly, a flush spreading across her pale skin.

Her black eyes widened, her face igniting in a blaze of red as she realized her exposure.

"W-Why am I naked?!" she hissed, yanking the blanket back over her tits, her curls bouncing around her heated face, her voice a frantic whisper. "Kael! What the fuck did you do to me?!"

Kael didn’t flinch, his dark eyes steady, meeting hers with calm reassurance.

"Lila," he whispered, his tone gentle but firm, "do you remember what happened?"

Her breath caught, her hands freezing on the blanket, her black eyes darting as fragments of memory flickered—shadows, rage, blood, a scythe gleaming in the moonlight.

The Reaper.

The flash of steel.

Her fingers trembled, rising to her neck, tracing smooth, unmarked skin.

"I died," she said, her voice barely audible, a whisper of horror.

The blanket slipped again, exposing her tits once more, but she didn’t notice, her hands frantic, searching her body for wounds that weren’t there.

"I... I died, Kael. What happened to me?!"

Her voice rose, sharp enough to stir the other twin.

Tila groaned from the opposite side of the bed, her black hair a wild tangle, her black eyes blinking groggily at the ceiling.

"Who died?" she muttered, her voice thick with sleep, her body shifting under the blanket.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes, her expression dazed—until she saw Kael crouched nearby.

Then her gaze dropped to her own body, the blanket falling away, baring her lean, toned frame, her perky tits exposed, her nipples stiffening in the chill.

Realization hit like a lightning bolt, her black eyes widening, her face flushing crimson.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"