Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 366: "Adulterous Couple" — Jack’s Venom

I made my way back to the camp at a slow pace.

The open area appeared ahead.

As soon as I moved beyond the initial trees, the atmosphere thickened—heavy with strain.

Jack’s tone broke the stillness first—deep, raging, hardly restrained.

"Mira... explain what’s happening between you and that Dexter...?"

Mira positioned herself by the flames—arms folded firmly across her torso, attempting to hide the clear shape of her nipples under her top. Her cheeks were still red from the previous shame; now they drained of color, then burned again as Jack’s accusation struck.

"What occurred?" she demanded—tone edged, guarded, yet quivering beneath. She scanned the group—abruptly realizing all ears were tuned in.

Nicole pressed close to her, eyes wide in shock. Bill lingered a short distance off—his cheek bearing a subtle pink from her prior strike—gazing from his parents with mounting bewilderment.

Jack advanced nearer—expression shadowed, teeth grinding so hard a vein pulsed in his jaw.

"I witnessed you flirting with him," he declared, volume climbing even as he tried to hold it down. "Mira, it’s only been two days—two damn days—and you’re already acting flirty with others like a whore."

The insult struck like a blow.

Mira flinched back—eyes flaring in surprise, then sharpening with fierce, scorching fury. Her purity—her loyalty—challenged openly before the group left her shaking in wrath.

"Jack—what rubbish are you spouting?" she fired back, tone fracturing. "When did I flirt with anybody? When? Say it!"

Jack’s gaze darted to me as I neared—then returned to her. His hands balled into fists by his hips.

"I observed it all," he snarled. "You grasped his hand—yanked him aside like you were eager to be secluded with him. Hauled him far into the trees. Where he handed you his firearm too. Tell me—nothing’s going on between you? No spirit would swallow that."

Mira denied it with a shake—tears forming swiftly, trickling past her eyelids.

"No..." she murmured, voice splintering. "It’s false. It’s not—"

Jack chuckled—sharp, empty.

"Truly? No point in denying it, Mira. I caught every bit. You seized his hand. You allowed him to caress your cheek. You permitted him to tuck your hair aside like—like he owned a claim to you. And you simply... remained there. Flushing. Allowing him to speak to you that way. Like some infatuated maiden."

The site fell utterly quiet.

The others were assembling now—gradually, uneasily—pulled in by the escalating shouts. Nicole’s stare was enormous, puzzled. Lisa lingered by the blaze, limbs encircled around her frame. Paul lifted himself straighter on his seat, features stern. Hailey and Megan traded looks—Megan’s face still holding a light blush from her prior ease in the forest.

Bill moved ahead—tone soft yet piercing.

"Is that the case, Mom?" he questioned, eyeing Mira with a blend of pain and blame. "That’s why you guarded Dexter so fiercely? So ready to hit me when I claimed he wasn’t trustworthy? Because... because you’re involved with him?"

Mira’s gaze whipped to her boy—eyes bulging in dread.

"Bill—no—"

Bill’s words broke—fury and disloyalty blending.

"I noticed it as well. You embraced him—firmly. Your... your breasts pushed against him. Right before my eyes. You kissed him. You sobbed his name like—like he mattered more than Dad. Than our family."

The statements lingered in the air like toxin.

Mira’s expression collapsed—tears flowing unchecked.

"That’s not—Bill, that’s not how it went. He rescued you. He nearly perished for you—twice. I was frightened. I was thankful. Nothing more—"

Jack drew nearer—tone hushed, threatening.

"Thankful? Is that your term for it? Allowing him to stroke your face? Allowing him to murmur in your ear? Allowing him to offer you a weapon like a hidden paramour’s token? You believe I’m sightless, Mira?"

Mira shook her head fiercely—tears scattering.

"No—no—no—he was making amends. For his past behavior toward me. For the words he uttered that evening. He provided the gun for safety. Nothing else. I vow—"

Jack laughed once more—rough, skeptical.

"Safety? Deep in the wilderness? Isolated? With his digit on your mouth? Tucking your hair as if he possessed you? You want me to accept that was mere... appreciation?"

Mira’s pitch climbed—urgent, begging.

"Jack—please. You’re distorting it. You’re turning it into—"

"I’m describing what I witnessed," he interrupted. "My spouse—my spouse—slipping away with some youth half her years. Flushing like a youth. Permitting his touch. Exchanging glances I haven’t glimpsed in ages. And you remain there weeping purity?"

Nicole mewled—gripping Mira’s side harder.

"Dad—cease—"

Jack disregarded her—stare fixed on Mira.

"Confess the reality, Mira. Did you sleep with him? Did you open yourself to him in that forest? Is that why you struck our boy for doubting him? Because you’re shielding your paramour?"

Mira drew back as if slapped.

"How dare you—" she breathed, tone quaking with rage and pain. "How dare you utter that before our kids. Before the whole group. I didn’t—I would never—"

Jack leaned in—voice sinking to a poisonous whisper.

"Then clarify it. Clarify why you couldn’t resist touching him. Why you flushed whenever he glanced your way? Why you’re flushing even now?"

Mira’s tears poured quicker—quiet, devastated.

"Because he rescued our boy," she stated—tone shattering. "Because he leaped from a cliff for Bill. Because he returned when I believed him gone. Because he made me feel... secure. For the first time since this horror began. That’s everything. That’s all."

Jack regarded her—breaths surging.

"Secure," he echoed sourly. "With him. Not with me. Not with your mate."

Mira denied it with a shake—sobbing softly.

"I never claimed that. I never—"

Jack pivoted away—posture stiff.

"The whole group heard you," he stated. "The whole group witnessed."

Jack’s statements carved across the open space like a knife, brutal and toxic.

"I want no ties to you... a whore. Run away with your paramour—spare my kin the trouble."

The quiet that ensued choked the air. Each inhale in the site appeared to halt. Mira remained rooted—limbs coiled so firmly around her form that her fingers blanched, tears tracing soundlessly down her face in steady, endless paths. Her mouth quivered, yet no noise emerged. The charge dangled overhead—harsh, conclusive, impossible to erase.

Nicole held fast to her mother’s flank—tiny fists bunched in Mira’s garment, murmuring fracturedly, "Mom... Mom... please..." Her tone was faint, fearful, as if she sensed the ground splitting underfoot.

Bill fixed his gaze downward—mute, remorseful, torn. His face still showed the subtle mark from Mira’s earlier blow, and his eyes shimmered with restrained tears. He parted his lips once—then sealed them, frame curling inward.