Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 310: Nathalie As My Wife

Looking at Anya with an earnest expression, I spoke with a steady yet urgent tone. "I will go and get the prescription filled and bring my wife, Doctor," I told her.

She gave a nod, her piercing gaze tracking my movement as I exited the room. Even after the door clicked shut, I could still feel the weight of her eyes on my back.

Stepping into the corridor, the cold, medicinal scent of the hospital filled my lungs. I headed toward the ground floor, my thoughts spinning with new potential schemes.

Lisa was waiting for me near the entrance. Her posture was now submissive and full of respect, a complete reversal from the self-assured woman she had been before witnessing my true power.

"Boss," she greeted me, her voice hushed and deferential, "we’ve already sent Madam Nathalie and Tyler to the residence. I stayed behind to wait for you."

I gave a slight nod, but a detail from my earlier talk with Nurse Rachel bothered me. She had mentioned that while the men were removed from the hospital, the women remained. My instructions had been absolute: evacuate everyone. Why were these women still present?

"Lisa," I questioned, keeping my voice level but demanding, "why are the female doctors and nurses still here? I thought my order was to bring everyone out."

For a split second, Lisa’s composure cracked before she regained her footing. "Boss, it’s actually our fault," she confessed with a hint of remorse. "We attempted to move everyone, but the female medical staff refused to budge. They claimed they couldn't abandon their patients, and the female patients... they were simply unwilling to leave. I reached out to Boss Angela, and she instructed me to leave the women alone and only extract the males."

I nodded slowly as the situation became clear. Angela had made a tactical decision that made sense—women, particularly those dedicated to their patients, wouldn't easily desert their responsibilities. "Understood," I replied, my focus already jumping to the next move.

I glanced at Lisa while weighing my options. Anya wanted to meet my wife, a person who didn't exist. However, I had already planted the seed that my "condition" was making me a danger to my spouse’s health. That gave me an opening.

Hadn't I already told Anya that my wife's body couldn't handle me fucking her so frequently?

My mind worked fast. Nathalie had been fucked hard—her body would undoubtedly be sore and perhaps even swollen. She would be the perfect candidate to play the role of a wife pushed to her physical limits.

"Lisa," I commanded, my voice dropping to a decisive low, "bring Nathalie back here. Right now."

Without a second of hesitation, Lisa pulled out her radio. She contacted her team, her voice ringing with authority. "Bring Madam Nathalie back to the hospital immediately. Boss’s orders."

Leaving Lisa to coordinate the transport, I walked out of the hospital to let the cool evening air hit my skin. I needed to visit the pharmacy for the drugs Anya had prescribed. As I walked, I was already visualizing the next three steps—Nathalie’s arrival, Anya’s reaction, and the psychological game I was about to play.

The pharmacy was located within the hospital complex, a cramped, sterile room where fluorescent bulbs hummed overhead. I moved with purpose, my mind already far ahead of my current task.

The pharmacist, a young woman with exhausted eyes, processed the request mechanically and handed over the medication without a word. I shoved the pills into my pocket, my focus returning to Nathalie and the part she would play in my theater.

I headed back to the waiting area, my patience starting to fray as time passed. Eventually, Nathalie appeared, guided by Lisa who gave a respectful nod before retreating.

Nathalie was still dressed in the same simple, modest outfit from before, though the fabric was a bit wrinkled from the travel. Her eyes met mine, showing a blend of curiosity and deep submission.

"Master," she whispered, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

With a wave of my hand, I dismissed Lisa, who bowed slightly before vanishing down the hall. I turned to Nathalie and lowered my voice, speaking with firm, instructive intent. "Nathalie, you’re going to pretend to be my wife," I said, monitoring her face for any reaction. "Doctor Anya wants to meet her—to examine my ’condition’ and see how it has affected you."

Nathalie’s cheeks turned a vivid scarlet as I laid out the scenario—my made-up struggle with a permanent erection, the supposed fear of causing her injury, and the necessity of her cooperation. "You need to act as if you are drained, even in pain," I commanded, leaving no room for argument. "Your body is tender and swollen. You can’t take any more of me. Do you understand?"

Her face burned a deep red, and her fingers nervously intertwined. "Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice so soft it was almost a ghost of a sound. Her shame was obvious, but her obedience was absolute.

I paused to study her, calculating the risks. "Will anyone here recognize you?" I asked, my tone casual yet searching.

Nathalie shook her head, keeping her gaze on the floor. "No, Master," she murmured. "Since arriving here, I haven’t left the house or met anyone. And before... before coming to this world, I rarely went out." Her voice carried a trace of melancholy, the shadow of her past looming over her. "I was merely... Walter’s prisoner. Or his housewife. I possessed no power and had no voice in anything."

I felt a flicker of pity for her. Even in a world destroyed by plague and scarcity, Nathalie had been confined to a different kind of cage—isolated and treated as a mere object. It was pathetic how little Walter had valued her. But things were different now. She belonged to me, and that gave her a role to play.

"Good," I stated firmly. "Then no one will doubt you." I reached out, hooking my fingers under her chin to lift her gaze to mine.

"Remember, Nathalie—this isn't just a performance. You are helping me. If you succeed, you will be rewarded." I let my fingers stay on her skin for a beat longer, a silent assertion of my dominance.

Nathalie nodded, her face a mixture of trepidation and resolve. "I understand, Master," she whispered.

I stepped back, shifting my focus to the execution of the plan. "Then let’s go," I said, gesturing toward the corridor. "Doctor Anya is waiting for us."

As we walked, I could sense Nathalie’s anxiety in the way her muscles tensed with every stride. Yet, I knew this was the perfect setup—Anya would see exactly what I intended her to see. And Nathalie? She was the pivot upon which the whole deception turned.

The door to Anya’s office appeared ahead, and a smirk touched my lips. The game was about to become much more entertaining.