Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 242: response

Still no response, Tila’s face stone, her grip on the fork white-knuckled, her tail swishing faintly.

"Actually," Rhea leaned in, her voice teasing, "do we need to feed you in a bowl now? Kael, you want me to grab one?"

Tila didn’t speak, her black eyes burning, her mind clearly elsewhere—on the plug, on every tiny shift of her body, every movement amplifying the pressure, the humiliating awareness of her role.

She focused on chewing, swallowing, refusing to make a sound.

The meal wound down, plates half-empty, cups drained, the table settling into a quiet lull. Kael stood, his hazel eyes gleaming, his voice casual but firm.

"Tila," he said, "clean the table and wash the dishes."

Tila looked up at him, her black eyes wide, her face twisting as if he’d told her to bathe in acid.

The tail swished behind her, a silent protest.

"You’re my maid," Kael added simply, his grin teasing, his hazel eyes locking onto hers.

A long pause stretched, the table’s eyes on her.

Then Tila stood, muttering under her breath, her movements stiff, mechanical, the tail swaying with each step.

Lila tried not to laugh, her black eyes glinting as she helped stack the dishes beside her sister, a quiet show of support.

Tila took the plates into the kitchen without a word, her black eyes avoiding everyone, her cheeks still burning.

Kael leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, his hazel eyes following her retreat, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Freya smirked, her blue eyes dancing as she leaned back. "So. What’s the over-under on how long she lasts?"

Rhea snorted, her amber eyes gleaming. "She’s already cracking. But damn if it’s not entertaining."

Liss said nothing, sipping her tea, her blue eyes glinting with a quiet grin, her bun bouncing slightly as she tilted her head.

And Kael?

He was still smiling.

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Kael leaned against the hallway archway, arms folded, his hazel eyes fixed on Tila in the kitchen, her movements stiff and precise as she scrubbed dishes at the sink.

The clatter of plates and the rush of water filled the quiet upstairs of Liss’s villa, each motion deliberate, as if Tila’s pride would shatter if she relaxed.

Her wild black hair bounced with each aggressive scrub, her black eyes focused on the task, the tail plug’s faint swish a constant reminder of her role as Kael’s maid, her cheeks still flushed with lingering embarrassment.

Liss had taken Freya and Rhea downstairs to the training room, leaving the upstairs eerily quiet—just Kael, Tila, and Lila, who stood beside him, arms crossed in a mirrored stance, her black eyes unreadable as she watched her sister.

Her curls framed her pale face, her loose t-shirt and shorts hinting at her slender frame, her posture calm but pensive.

Kael raised an eyebrow, his hazel eyes flicking to her, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "You just gonna stare with me?"

Lila didn’t answer immediately, her black eyes fixed on Tila, her expression soft but guarded.

Then, quietly, she asked, "So... what’s your plan Kael?"

Kael’s grin widened, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief. "Top secret."

She rolled her eyes, her black eyes sparkling with faint amusement, her voice dry. "Do you even have one? Or were you serious about letting us go if Tila makes it through this maid week?"

He exhaled slowly, his smile playing on his lips, his hazel eyes steady.

"Maybe. I’m not really sure. Anything can happen, Lila. What about you? Do you want to leave or stay?"

Lila’s black eyes dropped to the floor, her curls shifting, her voice quieter now, laced with vulnerability. "I don’t know."

She leaned her shoulder against the wall, her posture softening, her voice barely above a whisper. "Freya and Rhea clearly don’t like us. It’s... hostile, they don’t even talk with us, not look at us. But even then—I kind of like it here. There’s noise, not the kind from a television but from... People."

Kael glanced sideways at her, his hazel eyes softening, taking in her words.

Lila gave a small smile, her black eyes meeting his briefly.

"Before this, it was just me and Tila. One quiet house. We barely talked anymore. It got lonely. That’s why I took that job at the massage parlor. I just wanted to be around people. Feel normal."

He nodded, his hazel eyes warm, understanding her quiet confession. "So that’s a yes?" he asked, his voice gentle, teasing.

"Maybe," Lila said, her black eyes sparkling, returning his smile, a flicker of warmth between them.

Silence stretched, comfortable yet charged, their gazes returning to Tila, who scrubbed a pan with such force it seemed personal, her tail swishing faintly, her black eyes burning with focus.

Lila spoke again, her voice softer, almost conspiratorial. "Do you know?"

Kael glanced at her, his hazel eyes curious. "Know what?"

"Tila," Lila said, her black eyes fixed on her sister, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "She has a soft spot for you."

Kael blinked, his hazel eyes widening, a grin creeping across his face. "Really?"

Lila nodded, her curls bouncing, her voice quiet but sure. "She acts like an angry cat every time you’re near, sure. But underneath all that... she doesn’t hate you. I think... she wants you... I mean, she wants you to reach for her and at the same time she is scared to be reached."

Kael’s lips curved, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement and intrigue, the revelation sparking a warmth in his chest.

He reached up, gently rubbing Lila’s head, his fingers brushing lightly through her curly black hair, a teasing, affectionate gesture.

She tilted her head into his touch, her black eyes softening, but didn’t step away, a quiet heat flickering between them.

"That’s Tila," she said, her voice soft, a playful lilt in her tone. "Not me."

"Not you?" Kael teased, his hazel eyes dancing, his fingers lingering in her hair. "You sure?"

Lila’s smile widened, her black eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe."

They stood there, amusement and a subtle heat weaving between them, the quiet hallway a sanctuary amidst the villa’s chaos.

From the kitchen, Tila’s sharp voice cut through, loud and exasperated. "Can you two please fuck off? I can’t concentrate."

Kael and Lila broke into laughter, the sound bright and warm, echoing in the hallway.

Lila’s black eyes gleamed, her curls bouncing as she stepped back, and Kael gave her a final, teasing grin before they turned, walking away down the hall, leaving Tila to her dishes and her simmering pride.

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