Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 340: Outcasted By The Group

I gave no further look to Kai or the black man. Their destinies belonged solely to them—having no bearing on my own concerns. I spun around decisively, with Angela and Lisa matching my stride at my flanks, their grins echoing my own.

The forest yielded smoothly to our advance, branches giving way as though the woods acknowledged our place within them.

Tension hung heavy in the open space, the atmosphere laden with the odor of perspiration and despair. Mira, Nicole, Hailey, Paul, and Bill formed a close-knit group, their features showing a blend of alleviation and weariness.

Bill had regained awareness, color returning to his complexion, his respiration even—surviving improbably. His gaze opened faintly, feeble yet conscious, as though he could scarcely credit his endurance.

Entering the glade, my arrival sliced through the whispers sharply. Mira and her companions spotted me right away, their looks contorting into revulsion.

Mira folded her arms, her stare sharpening as she fixed me with a scowl. "Look who’s back," she hissed, her words laced with scorn. "The great Dexter. Savior of no one."

I let out a chuckle, fixing my eyes on Bill, who rested against a trunk, his visage still gaunt yet vital. "Looks like..." I muttered, my tone derisive, "You’re still breathing." My laughter came soft, shadowy, and entertained. "Heh. Heh. Lucky you."

Bill raised his head, his gaze aflame with resistance. "Lucky?" His tone rasped yet cut keenly. "I survived because of my mother, not because of you."

I grinned slyly, lifting my shoulders. "Oh, I know." My manner stayed airy, nearly frolicsome. "But let’s be honest, Bill. You should be dead." I bent closer, my words sinking to a hush. "And soon, you might wish you were."

Nicole advanced, her speech biting, jeering. "Oh, please." She rolled her eyes, her inflection soaked in irony. "Like you could save anyone." She linked her arms, her sneer harsh. "You’re all talk, Dexter. No action."

I burst into laughter, my eyes sparkling with mirth. "Oh, Nicole..." My voice flowed evenly, provoking. "You think you know me?" I shrugged, my grin warping. "But go on. Keep believing in your little hero fantasies."

Mira moved ahead, her speech piercing, poisonous. "You’re disgusting." Her gaze seared into me, brimming with loathing. "We don’t need your help. We don’t need your poison."

I faced her, my grin contorting. "Tsk. Tsk." My voice glided smoothly, baiting. "Looks like you lost your chance to be my slave." I shrugged, my inflection ridiculing. "What a shame. Bad luck."

Mira’s cheeks reddened, her speech quivering with fury. "I’d rather die than be your slave."

I chuckled, my eyes shining. "Oh, Mira..." My voice stayed low, ominous, and entertained. "We’ll see about that." I drew nearer, my words falling to a murmur. "When desperation hits, people do stupid things." My grin warped. "And you? You’ll beg."

Bill hauled himself upright, his speech faint yet bold. "You’re sick." His gaze bored into me, overflowing with repugnance. "You enjoy this, don’t you? Watching people suffer."

I laughed, my voice icy, deriding. "Oh, Bill..." I shrugged, my grin merciless. "I don’t enjoy it." My manner rang conclusive, steadfast.

"I accept it." I waved toward the woods, the glade, the frantic countenances encircling us. "This is reality. Survival isn’t about kindness." My grin twisted. "It’s about power."

Nicole snorted, her speech keen, jeering. "Oh, please." She rolled her eyes, her inflection dripping with mockery. "You think you’re so smart." She crossed her arms, her sneer vicious. "But you’re just a coward."

I faced her, my grin unwavering. "Oh, Nicole..." My voice flowed sleekly, threatening. "You think you know me?" I shrugged, my tone ridiculing. "But go on. Keep talking." My eyes sparkled. "We’ll see who’s laughing when the food runs out."

Paul came forward, his speech resolute, furious. "Get out, Dexter." His fists balled tight, his cheeks heated with anger. "You’re not welcome here."

I lifted my hands, my grin persistent. "Ok. Ok." My manner rang light, entertained, as I retreated, pivoting to depart.

Megan caught sight of our arrival, her speech piercing the strain. "Did you guys find anything?"

Before I could reply, Kai and the black man entered the glade, their visages heated from the clash with the creature. Kai piped up, his breath ragged yet eager. "We found a lake nearby..." He halted, his look shadowing. "But there was also a bear..." His inflection turned somber. "It attacked us."

A handful of others approached, their grips holding fungi and fruits. "We found some mushrooms... over there..." one declared, displaying them like treasures.

Megan inclined her head, her expression eased, her speech steady. "Good. We’ll sort through them. Make sure they’re safe to eat."

Activity buzzed in the glade, the survivors clustered near the fungi and fruits they had collected, their fingers active as they rinsed and prepared the provisions, whispering to each other on preparation methods. The atmosphere brimmed with strain, yet carried the slightest spark of optimism—illusory optimism, yet optimism all the same.

Megan positioned herself at the heart, her expression eased but fatigued, her speech steady as she nodded. "Good. We’ll sort through them. Make sure they’re safe to eat."

I observed from the glade's border, my grin icy, entertained. Pathetic. They grasped at optimism like sinking souls, oblivious to the tempest gathering past the foliage. Their ease was fleeting, their solidarity brittle. And before long, it would crumble.

The cluster gathered closely, their tones hushed yet pressing. I noted how their glances darted my way, their features stiffening. Then, one among them—a fellow with a ragged beard and frantic gaze—advanced, his speech biting, charging.

"Officer Megan, we have no problem with doing as you said..." He stopped, his digit aimed straight at me. "But we are not all willing to share our food with that bastard."

The rest muttered assent, their visages warped in distaste. Mira lingered with them, her arms folded, her stare icy. Paul was present as well, his look inscrutable, though he made no move to halt them. Nicole shot me a glare, her eyes afire with animosity, yet she remained silent.

Megan exhaled, her posture dipping faintly beneath their pressures. She regarded me, her speech resolute yet drained. "From now on..." She halted, her eyes locking with mine, steadfast. "You three will have to look after yourselves." Her inflection sealed it, chilly. "It’s your own mess that got you into it."

I showed no response. No need existed. Their animosity was foreseen, their disloyalty unavoidable. But Lisa? Lisa lacked such restraint.

She advanced, her speech subdued, menacing, her fingers flexing near the blade on her hip. "Boss..." Her tone chilled, lethal. "Should I kill them?"

I extended my arm, grasping her wrist firmly, my grin enduring. "Oh, don’t worry, Lisa..." My chuckle sounded low, shadowy, and entertained. "I have a better idea."