Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 290: New Ability- Pervert Insight

The sight of Angela, Mary, and Veronica embracing—a mother and her daughters finally reunited—nearly quelled the primal, raw hunger pulsing through my veins. Almost.

My eyes wandered down the length of Veronica’s frame, pausing at the swell of her rear. Her jeans gripped the curves of her thick thighs tightly, revealing the faint outline of her pussy lips against the denim. My fingers flexed with an itch to seize that flesh, to strike it until it quivered, and to leave the mark of my palm behind.

However, the timing wasn't right.

Not quite yet.

Angela stepped back slightly, cradling her daughters' faces in her hands while wiping away their tears with her thumbs. Though her voice was soft, it was heavy with the weight of years filled with love and longing.

"Let me show you where you'll stay," she whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "From this moment on, you will live here with me... and we shall never be parted again."

Mary gave an eager nod, her plump lips shaking as she huddled closer to Angela. "Mom..." she uttered in a raw tone. "I want to sleep in your room... I have so much I need to tell you..."

Veronica remained glued to Angela as well, her breasts crushed against her mother’s side. Even through her shirt, her nipples were visibly hard. "Me too, Mom..." she breathed, her voice thick with sentiment. "I never want to be away from you... not ever again."

Angela’s breath hitched as she gripped them tighter. "You won't be," she vowed fiercely. "Never again."

I observed the scene, my cock still pulsing against my trousers. My mind was already spinning with schemes—for them, for my rising empire, and for the future.

Angela escorted them into the room....

For the time being, I allowed them to have their moment.

Because very soon... every one of them would belong to me.

As Angela led them inside, I retreated into one of the vacant rooms. I lay down, my thoughts gravitating—as they always did—toward my system. Or specifically, what was left of it.

I pondered if there were any new acquisitions I could make to further my grand ambitions.

Pervert Debauchery System

Name: Dexter Williams

Age: 22

Skills: None

Abilities: Healing Factor, Limit Breaker, Universal Language, Eternal Vitality, Cuckold God, Nexus

Pervert Points: 260,000

Harem: Ruth, Kerry, Ada, Helen, Agatha, Ravina, Hina, Kina, Vera, Wendy, Emily, Jennifer

System Storage: Used items include Virus Immunity Needle, Soothing Cream, and more.

SUPER-MARKET STORE: The shop provided anything I could imagine—food, clothes, skills, abilities, or the most depraved fantasies—all purchasable with Pervert Points.

The System Notification shimmered into my field of vision, its glowing interface bathing the room in a soft blue light. I flipped through the list of recent rewards, a dark smirk playing on my lips as I reviewed the highlights—Nathalie’s humiliating squirt all over her son’s face had earned me a fortune, with points pouring in like a filthy tidal wave.

Then I noticed it—only 10,000 points for cumming inside Jennifer’s pussy.

That was low.

Far too low.

A frown touched my face as I leaned back, tapping my fingers against my leg. Was the System docking points for repetition? Or was there another factor at play?

A theory began to take shape—perhaps the payout scaled with the level of depravity. Simply fucking Jennifer repeatedly in the same manner wouldn't suffice. If I pushed the boundaries—diving deeper into perversion—the rewards would surely skyrocket.

For instance, fucking her right in front of Oliver.

The mere thought caused my cock to twitch, and my mind raced with the potential. I could see it now—Jennifer’s cries of horror, Oliver’s disgusted shouts, the pure taboo of the act.

Yes.

I would have to experiment.

But first—I needed to prepare.

System Settings: Notifications ON

I pressed the holographic screen, turning on real-time alerts for all achievements, rewards, and new abilities. I wouldn't miss another opportunity just because I was preoccupied with flesh and power.

"Never again," I whispered, scanning the refreshed settings.

The System Store materialized, its holographic display casting a ghostly light through the dark room. I scrolled through an endless catalog of abilities, hovering over each one to judge its value—or lack thereof.

Cloning? Pointless. I didn't need doubles of myself. I was more than enough.

Superhuman Strength? It seemed like a waste since I already possessed Eternal Vitality, which allowed me to push my body past human constraints. Besides, who was left to oppose me? The fortress was mine. The women were mine. The entire world would soon be mine.

Flight? It was a tempting idea—gliding through the clouds like a deity. But with the Magical Tool, I could already create wings or a jet from anything. There was no reason to spend points on something redundant.

Then, I spotted it.

Pervert Insight (Tier EX) – 100,000 Pervert Points

"Unlocks the capacity to perceive the most depraved and rewarding methods to fuck, humiliate, and dominate any woman. The greater the taboo, the larger the reward. The System will provide suggested scenarios designed to maximize both points and pleasure."

Perfect.

This was exactly what I required. No more guessing what would break them most effectively—what would make them squirt, cum, and beg—while maximizing my points.

I picked the option, and the System asked for a final confirmation.

"Are you certain? This ability provides real-time guidance for peak depravity and reward scaling."

I grinned.

"Confirm."

The points were deducted instantly, and a rush of information flooded my consciousness, as if a perverted AI had just fused with my mind. Scenarios, ideas, and twisted fantasies—all designed to break my targets in the most profitable ways—filled my head.

Pervert Insight – Activated.

I stood up, my cock already growing hard at the thought of the possibilities. I needed a subject to test this on. And I knew just where to begin.

I walked out of the mansion, feeling the chill of the night air against my skin. A female soldier was standing guard at the entrance, her uniform hugging her figure, her rifle hanging over her shoulder. Seeing me, she snapped to attention, her posture stiff and her gaze sharp.

"Take me to the prison," I commanded, my voice dark and authoritative.

She nodded, her cheeks turning a light shade of red as she turned to lead the way.