Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 294: Maximum Pervert Points

The scent of musk, perspiration, and a darker layer of shame or the thrill of submission hung heavy in the dim chamber. Ada’s frame shook as she released a fractured, breathless moan, her fingernails digging into the fabric beneath her. "Y-yeah... Dexter..." she stammered, her voice breaking while a deep flush of embarrassment stained her face.

"Ruth is... correct. How can you even look at me like this? Such a filthy, ruined woman..." She adjusted herself nervously, squeezing her thighs together as if to conceal the physical signs of her arousal. "I am alright... Truly. It—ah!—the itching has subsided for now..."

Ada’s breathing stalled, her spine arching instinctively as if my mere words possessed the power to push her over the brink. Before a response could form, Ruth’s panicked, high-pitched voice shattered the heavy atmosphere.

"Mother! Is your—is your asshole truly alright? You aren't masking the pain, are you?" Her gaze flickered between Ada’s reddened face and her betraying posture, her own hands twitching with an urge to reach out that she didn't dare follow.

My palm slammed against Ruth’s naked rear with a resounding, sharp crack that echoed through the room like a gunshot.

SMACK

"Aaaaaah!" she cried out, her frame jerking forward until I gripped her hair and forced her back down to her knees next to Ada. Her skin had already turned a vibrant crimson, the mark of my hand glowing like a fresh brand.

"Foolish girl," I growled, my tone a low, dark purr vibrating with a mix of irritation and amusement. My free hand glided down Ada’s shivering back, fingers tracing the line of her buttocks with agonizing slowness, provoking the sensitive flesh just beside her most vulnerable spot.

"Can you not see what Mother Ada is doing?" My thumb lingered over her puckered hole, close enough to draw a whimper and make her muscles tighten in suspense. "She is acting as though it doesn't hurt..."

I moved closer, my voice laced with mock pity while my eyes swept over her exposed, damp skin. "Mother Ada," I whispered, letting the words wrap around her like a cord, "why would you tell me such lies?"

My fingers drifted just above her trembling form, tracing the air as if I could sense the heat jumping off her skin. "Observe yourself," I commanded, my tone turning stern.

"Your asshole is pulsing, craving attention. It is swollen and beating..." I leaned down, my hot breath hitting her ear. "Does it ache, Mother? Or is it burning?"

Ruth’s breathing became ragged gasps, her eyes wide and wet with tears as she stared at Ada’s parted legs, watching her mother’s asshole pulse in a silent plea for notice. "Dexter, please," Ruth pleaded, her voice cracking.

"Fix her... I cannot bear to see her this way. I assumed you would never—never touch her like this, even if your cock can harden for... for filthy women, but touching them there is something else entirely."

I let out a dark, quiet laugh, finally pressing my fingers against Ada’s entrance just enough to make her gasp. "You naive girl," I whispered with a tone of fake sympathy. "I am a healer. How could I treat anyone if I were too disgusted to touch them?"

I tightened my hold on Ruth’s hair, twisting just enough to cause a sting and forcing her to look me in the eye. My voice shifted into a mocking tenderness while my thumb continued to circle Ada’s twitching asshole with deliberate pressure. "And she is my Mother Ada," I murmured, dripping with false concern. "How could I possibly let her continue to suffer?"

Ada let out a soft cry, her body shaking as her asshole gripped my thumb like a small, desperate mouth. The heavy, intoxicating scent of her arousal filled the space, her pussy wetting the sheets. She was attempting to deceive herself, but her body was a constant traitor.

I shifted my attention to Ruth, my voice turning low and authoritative. "Ruth, I am going to provide Mother Ada her treatment... but I require your assistance."

Ruth’s eyes grew large and her breath hitched, her hands still resting on Ada’s backside. "How can I help you, Dexter?" she breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of submission and desire. "Command me. I will do whatever you ask."

A smirk pulled at my mouth as I triggered Pervert Insight. The system interface flickered before me, listing the most degenerate and rewarding tasks like a menu of transgressions.

[FILTHY GUIDANCE] – 100,000 PP (HIGHEST REWARD)

Action: Lead her to defecate (real or simulated) on the toilet—then abruptly drive your cock into her pussy while she is mid-squat.

Twist: Command Ruth to hold Ada’s hands and talk to her as you plow her through the act.

Bonus: +30,000 PP if Ada cries out, "I’m a dirty slut" during the pounding.

[WAX & CANDLES] – 50,000 PP

Action: Pour molten wax over Ada’s labia to seal them—then force a thick candle into her asshole while Ruth observes in a mix of horror and fascination.

Twist: Order Ruth to use her tongue to clear the wax from Ada’s pussy—

Bonus: +20,000 PP if Ada screams without using a safeword.

[MOTHER’S ASSHOLE] – 40,000 PP

Action: Penetrate Ada’s asshole while Ruth performs oral on her pussy—then urinate inside her as you withdraw.

Twist: Force Ruth to consume the urine as it leaks out.

Bonus:

[MOTHER & DAUGHTER SQUIRTING] – 30,000 PP

Action: Use your fingers on both until they squirt—then command them into a 69 position to squirt onto each other's faces.

Twist:

Bonus:

I scanned the presented options, each one more twisted and alluring than the last. A slow, predatory grin took over my face as I considered the possibilities, my mind whirring.

My throat felt parched, and I swallowed hard, the sound prominent in the silent, tense room. "Fuck..." I exhaled, my cock throbbing painfully against my clothes as the heat of my lust surged like a fire.

A sharp, intoxicating plan took root—Pervert Insight was guiding me, revealing the ways to accumulate Pervert Points (PP). It hadn't specified that I had to pick just one. Nothing forbade me from executing them all.