Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 339: Kai: The Unlikely Hero

Previously on Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks...

Bill's snakebite wound festered rapidly, swelling and blackening as Paul struggled to carry his limp body through the tense forest, the stench of infection heavy in the air. Dexter mocked the group's desperation, refusing to assist and coldly suggesting they bury Bill or amputate his leg, declaring him already dead and weak in this harsh reality. As Paul and the others pressed on in fury and grief, Dexter taunted them with the revelation of his antivenom, offering it only in exchange for something from Mira, who defiantly proposed their food supplies.

Laughter exploded from me, resounding across the woods. "Do you take me for an idiot?" My tone turned icy, conclusive. "The sole path to obtaining that antivenom from me..." I drew nearer, my grin shadowy and menacing, my words sinking to a hush. "...is by serving as my slave from here on out..."

Rage contorted Mira’s features, her words coming out as a growl. "You bastard..." She hurled the insult like venom, her gaze searing into mine. "I’ll rescue my son on my own!"

A chuckle escaped me as I shook my head, my smirk remaining steady. "Oh, Mira..." I said softly, my voice silky and mocking. "Do you believe you have options?" I advanced, my stare fixed on hers, icy and relentless. "You require my help. Urgently." I pointed toward Bill, his form collapsed, his breathing weakening. "And the clock is ticking."

Mira’s breathing faltered, her gaze flicking from Bill to me. "What sort of beast are you?" she murmured, her tone fracturing.

A smirk crossed my lips, my words deep, shadowy, entertained. "The type that endures." I bent forward, my voice falling to a murmur. "The type that claims what it desires." My eyes scanned her form, leisurely, intentional. "And at this moment, Mira... I desire you."

Mira staggered backward, her complexion ashen, her words quivering. "You’re twisted..."

Laughter rang from me again, chill and derisive. "And you’re vulnerable." I lifted my shoulders casually, my grin harsh. "But vulnerability serves its purpose." I halted, my tone easing, nearly tender. "Drop to your knees for me, Mira. Plead for your son’s survival." My smirk warped. "And perhaps... I’ll think about it."

Disgust warped Mira’s expression, her words quaking with fury. "Not ever..."

A chuckle left me as I shook my head. "Time will tell..." My tone stayed icy, absolute. "When your son perishes in your embrace... when you grasp that no one else remains..." I leaned closer, my voice a hush. "You’ll seek me out. On bended knee."

Mira spun away, her frame trembling, her words strangled. "I’ll rescue him alone..."

The woods engulfed Mira’s withdrawal, her shape vanishing amid the trunks, her posture bowed with resistance and dread. I observed her departure, my smirk unwavering, my words a soft, entertained mutter. "Your decision..."

I faced Lisa, my manner icy, definitive. "Time to move." My gaze sparkled with eagerness. "Gather all from our ride."

Our steps began, the woods yielding before us as if recognizing our place. Before long, the vehicle came into view, concealed within the thick foliage, its shadowy outline merging with the gloom.

My hand brushed the ride, fingers gliding over the chilled steel, and I retrieved the medical supplies— all essentials, antivenom included. I passed it to Angela, whose eyes widened as she accepted it, gripping it firmly.

Next, I engaged the system vault, my digits tracing a sequence unique to me. The vehicle flickered, dissolving like an illusion, vanishing completely.

Lisa and Angela inhaled sharply, their stares broadened in astonishment. "Boss..." Lisa breathed, her tone subdued, "What in the world—?"

Angela gaped at the void, her lips parted slightly, her thoughts grappling with the sight. "How is that possible...?"

A chuckle rose from me, my grin shadowy, insightful. "Magic, ladies." My manner was casual, yet my eyes remained icy, steadfast. "Or close enough."

They shared a look but held back from inquiring. They understood the boundaries. They recognized my abilities—powers that challenged reason, challenged their familiar reality. And they knew questioning was unwise.

I pivoted, my tone icy, conclusive. "Now... back we go." My grin contorted, shadowy, entertained. "And discover if that Bill survives... or perishes."

The woods enveloped us, the atmosphere heavy with aromas of moist soil and rot. The medical supplies swayed lightly in Angela’s hold, the antivenom within held like salvation—Bill’s sole chance, should Mira choose to plead for it.

Suddenly, a noise pierced the quiet—a frantic cry, hoarse and frenzied, reverberating among the branches.

"Help! HELP!"

I halted, my head angling toward the noise. Angela and Lisa traded looks, their faces taut, intrigued. We headed toward the call, forcing through the thick foliage, the foliage’s whispers concealing our advance.

Then, the scene unfolded before us.

A huge bearish beast, its coat tangled and somber, its gaze alight with savage craving. It pursued a dark-skinned man, who weaved among the trunks, his respiration labored, his features contorted in fright. "Save me! SAVE ME!" he bellowed, his cry splintering as he tripped, narrowly evading the creature’s slashing talons.

I remained still. I simply observed, grinning as though viewing an entertaining spectacle, arms folded, demeanor indifferent. The man fell, clawing at the dirt, his eyes bulging with dread as the beast rose, its enormous limbs ready to strike, its maw drooling—

THWACK!

A rock sailed through the air, hitting the beast on its flank. "Here! HEEEERE!"

I glanced to find a youth, about my years, positioned several paces off, his limb outstretched from the toss. His cheeks were reddened, his gaze keen, resolute, fearless. The beast growled, its focus turning from the dark-skinned man to the youth.

The dark-skinned man wheezed, slumping to the earth, his torso surging as he drew breath, his fingers quivering. The beast bellowed, lunging at the youth, who acted without pause—he spun and fled, melting into the foliage, his steps receding afar.

The beast thundered in pursuit, its bulky shape bulldozing through the shrubs, splintering limbs behind it.

Silence hung briefly.

Then, the youth emerged once more, breathing heavily, palms on thighs, torso heaving swiftly. "Phew..." he gasped, smiling even as traces of terror lingered in his eyes. "That was tough to escape!"

A chuckle bubbled from me, arms folding, my grin shadowy, entertained. "Impressive performance."

The dark-skinned man regarded the youth, his expression blending thankfulness and disbelief. "You—you rescued me..." His voice rasped, incredulous.

The youth lifted his shoulders, dabbing perspiration from his forehead, his smile steady. "Couldn’t let you perish, right?" He eyed me briefly, his gaze sharpening a touch, evaluating if I posed danger.

"You all just watched..." A trace of reproach colored his words, but he returned attention to the dark-skinned man, extending a palm. "Up you go. Let’s leave before that monster returns."

The dark-skinned man agreed with a nod, seizing his hand to rise, his limbs still unsteady. "Appreciate it, young one..." His tone was gravelly, appreciative, though his gaze darted to me, puzzled, cautious.

The youth beamed, slapping his back with a companionable smack. "I’m Kai." His manner was breezy, nearly joyful, as if he hadn’t just endangered himself.

I observed them, my smirk persistent, my stare icy, appraising. Intriguing. A budding savior.

Yet saviors seldom endure in this realm.

I addressed Angela and Lisa, my words hushed, entertained, somewhat indifferent. "Let’s observe the outcome..."

Angela grinned, her eyes alight with eagerness. "Reckon he’ll make it through the day?"

I raised my shoulders, my grin warping. "Unlikely."

Lisa laughed, folding her arms. "Regardless, it’ll be entertaining to witness."