Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 333: The Fire of Envy

Let fear grip them. Let whispers spread. Let them believe they're protected by their sacred police guardian.

But when the moment arrives?

The reality will hit them hard.

The stunning cop was directing the group at that point, issuing commands as if she truly held the reins. "We'll distribute the resources carefully. No brawls. No hysteria."

I gave an eye roll.

Distribute?

Never.

Resources go to the powerful. And sharing wasn't in my plans.

Angela shot me a look, her mouth twisting into a smirk. "How long will you allow her to act like the law around here?"

I rested against the shattered concrete, arms folded, eyes fixed on the cop as she paraded about like royalty amid the lowly masses. The throng—these pitiful, quaking idiots—clung to her every command, their gazes brimming with foolish optimism, as though she could rescue them from the nightmare they'd fallen into.

Lisa smiled, propping herself on the decaying wall next to me, her tone a soft, entertained murmur. "What happens when you decide to end her little game?"

No reply came from me. It wasn't needed.

Soon enough, awareness would dawn.

In time, they'd grasp that no order existed here. No guidelines. No rescuers.

And once that sank in?

Chaos would erupt among them.

This cop beauty—this innocent, arrogant idiot—had seized command. She positioned herself at the heart of the open space, hips akimbo, tone resolute as she started handing out the sparse items we'd gathered.

"Okay, everyone pay attention!" she shouted, her manner commanding. "We've found some sealed treats, beverages, and water containers. It's slim pickings, but it's what we've got right now. We'll share it equally—no favoritism."

The group buzzed with approval, their expressions blending ease and urgency. They formed a queue, stares ravenous, palms extended, resembling paupers awaiting handouts.

And handouts were precisely what they'd receive.

The cop began passing out the provisions—a lone energy bar, a tiny packet of crisps, a half-liter of water—to every individual. The sealed treats were battered, a few ripped, and the beverages lukewarm and stale. Yet folks seized them as treasures, gripping their slim shares like saviors.

"Thanks, Officer..."

"God bless you..."

"We'd go hungry without you..."

I observed, face impassive, while the flock queued up, compliant and thankful.

How pitiful.

At last, our moment arrived.

We advanced, and the grumbles ignited right away.

"Officer..." A guy—skinny, bug-eyed weakling—edged ahead, tone plaintive. "These lowlifes shouldn't get any rations. They're thugs! We can't squander our stuff on them!"

A lady next to him bobbed her head wildly. "Right! They intimidated us! They aimed to hoard it all!"

Yet another fellow—bulkier, more boisterous—shoved to the lead, cheeks flushed with fury. "Officer, you can't mean it! Not after their actions? They forfeit everything!"

The group burst into uproar.

"They're threats!"

"They'll rob us blind!"

"Out with them!"

The cop raised a palm, tone cutting. "Quiet!" She faced us, gaze—resolute, steadfast—clashing with mine. "They receive the standard share like all."

The throng detonated.

"Huh?!"

"That's unjust!"

"They'll exploit us!"

A youth—slim, sporting a gash on his brow—forced his way up, growl in his throat. "Officer, you're wrong! They don't fit in! They merit no aid!"

The cop stood firm. "They're humans," she declared, tone even. "And till we figure this mess, we avoid infighting."

The masses muttered, yet retreated. With hesitation.

She pivoted to us, extending the items—an energy bar, crisps packet, water container.

I accepted them, fingertips grazing hers briefly enough to catch the spark of uncertainty in her stare.

"Appreciate it, Officer," I uttered, tone silky, taunting. "Your generosity is... touching."

Her eyes slitted, but silence followed.

Retreating, we drew glares from the crowd, features warped by loathing, terror, and bitterness.

"This sucks," one grumbled.

"They'll grab it all," another spat.

"We ought to have blocked them..."

I grinned, slouching against the wall once more, eyeing the facade of solidarity start to fracture.

Lisa folded her arms, whisper escaping. "In-fighting's already brewing."

Angela eyed the masses, smirk forming. "And it'll escalate."

Nightfall rushed in, heavens shifting to rich violet and amber as daylight vanished. Chilly winds nipped at flesh, keen and persistent, turning exhales to mist in the waning glow.

Nearby, the rest dashed for cover—some jamming into vehicles, others bunching beneath improvised shelters from salvaged junk. Their calls pierced the frost, blending dread and irritation in quests for heat.

Angela and Lisa trembled faintly, faces strained by chill. I refused to let them endure it.

"Collect firewood," I commanded, voice hushed. "We're starting a blaze."

Lisa agreed, darting off to gather arid twigs and splintered boards from the rubble. Soon, a modest stack lay before us. I drew my magical tool—a slim, metallic gadget—and with a quick snap, it morphed into a igniter. Flames burst forth promptly, devouring the tinder before igniting fully, snapping as the blaze grew.

Heat enveloped us swiftly, soothing. Angela and Lisa drew near, cheeks illuminated by the dance of light, tension easing as warmth penetrated their frames.

Tranquility shattered soon.

"See... those jerks..." A guy's mutter, subdued and resentful, sliced the darkness.

"Cursed... bastards..." Another sneered, tone laced with jealousy.

"How'd they manage a fire?" A female's snap, pointed and blaming.

My gaze stayed down. No response stirred. Only a smile, as I tossed in another limb.

Grievances swiftly reached her ears. The cop—our revered matron, our clueless redeemer—marched up, steps grinding on parched ground, expression a frown.

"How'd you ignite that?" she pressed, tone edged, hands planted on hips.

I lifted my head, look pure, grin relaxed. "Officer, something wrong?" Palms opened wide, I mimed bewilderment. "Doesn't seem like arson to me."

Her jaw tightened, stare sharpening. "No, but everyone—" She waved at the group, visages contorted in spite. "—wants to know your trick. Got a lighter?"

I reclined, beaming. "Feeling the chill, Officer?" Eyes roamed her form, unhurried, intentional. "Care to bunk with me? Share body heat?"

Color rose in her cheeks, fury blazing in her eyes. "Hand. Over. The. Lighter."

Laughter bubbled from me, head wagging. "Officer, why yield my lighter?" I cocked my head, tone derisive. "Planning to seize it by force?" Tongue clicked, feigned dismay in the shake. "As a cop, you'd face charges for overreach."

She gaped, bosom heaving with angry heaves. "You... insolent—" Words halted, she whirled and charged back to the masses.

I observed her integrate with them, murmurs low and pressing as she conferred. Whispers swelled to yells.

"Asshole..."

"Who does he fancy himself?!"

"Snatch it from him!"

"He's ridiculing us!"

My laugh rumbled, deep and shadowy, amid the barbs.

Angela peeked my way, amusement in her smirk. "You thrive on this, huh?"

Shoulders lifted, I stoked the flames anew. "It's my favorite pastime."

Lisa's grin flashed, eyes sparkling in the glow. "They're fuming."

I lounged back, arms stretched overhead, tone a sinister hum. "Perfect. Let it simmer."