Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 437: Manipulating Mira’s Daughter

I fixed my gaze directly on Jack—his busted lip continuing to drip blood, his chin stained red, his eyes blazing with the fury born from seeing all his possessions slip through his fingers—and issued a deep, derisive snort that echoed across the breeze.

"Hmph... you can't even handle yourself," I declared, my tone clear and purposeful, ensuring that everyone in the camp caught every word.

"Just see you there—bloodied on the ground, struggling to stay upright, letting your child go without food while you wallow in self-pity. How do you expect to look after your daughter? You're practically dead on your feet. Besides... I'm still her dad." I stopped for a moment, allowing the term to sink in like a rock into calm waters. "Uh... stepdad."

Mira's breathing hitched noticeably next to me. Her face flushed with an intense, scorching red—her gaze falling to the ground briefly before locking back onto mine.

The term "stepfather" struck her like a dirty mark seared onto her flesh; her legs pressed together firmly beneath the new jeans, a faint, stifled gasp escaping her mouth.

She understood perfectly what I implied—the dark, owning assertion I was making openly in the light, before her former husband, her child, and the entire shattered group—and the humiliation of it caused her nipples to harden noticeably under the light shirt, pushing against the leather coat as if seeking notice.

Jack's features twisted—anger bursting over his every feature. He stumbled ahead once more, yanking his arm loose from Bill's hold, coughing up a heavy wad of blood onto the dirt as he bellowed, "You... you goddamn bastard! You believe you can swoop in and take over my family? My girl?"

"You're just a molester with a backpack! You made my woman into your personal slut, and now you eye my child too? I'll end you—I'll tear your neck apart!"

His shout broke on the final syllable—harsh, frantic, quivering with the helplessness of someone who'd been defeated. Bill seized him once more, his eyes wide with fear. "Dad—quit it! You're hurt—!"

I didn't bother looking his way. I pivoted completely—brushing him off like an annoying insect—and knelt low to meet Nicole's eyes directly.

Tremors ran through her in Mira's embrace, her tiny fists clutching at her mom's coat, streams of tears tracing paths down her grimy face. Her big eyes darted wildly among her mom's red, wet cheeks, her dad's bloody grimace, and me—the outsider who'd just knocked her father down and named himself her stepdad.

"Nicole," I spoke softly, my tone softening to a calm, reliable, fatherly warmth. "Your mom has fretted over you constantly since departing. She was unable to rest—bolting awake sobbing your name in the dark hours, clutching her arms around herself as if embracing you."

"She couldn't stomach food—shoving it aside because worry twisted her gut over you being famished, chilly, frightened. Today, inside the cave, we resolved—we must return her to you. If not, we feared she'd fall ill. Truly fade from sheer longing for you."

Nicole's bottom lip shook fiercely. She glanced upward at Mira—yearning, begging for confirmation.

Mira dipped her head—fresh tears flowing unchecked—stroking her girl's locks with unsteady hands. "It's real, sweetie. I'd stare at the ceiling pondering you. Questioning if you felt cozy. If you'd eaten. If you were secure. Sometimes I couldn't draw breath; the pain was that sharp. I returned for you. I'll return anytime for you."

Nicole let out a little sniff—fragile and cracked—then turned her gaze to me once more, her words soft as air. "But... Dad says you're... evil. That you harmed Mom. That she's... changed. That she's... not my mom now."

Jack burst out behind me—his tone splintering in wrath. "She's not! See her, Nicole! Hobbling like a slut overused! Stinking of his seed! She picked him—she abandoned us to hunger while she opens wide for this beast! Don't follow her! She's tainted! She's not your mom—she's his dirty servant!"

Mira recoiled—sharply—as if struck by the insults. She hugged Nicole closer in defense, her voice sharpening with ire. "Jack—cease! Quit turning her against me! I can care for her far better."

Jack chuckled—harsh and shattered, hacking up more blood. "Care for her? You're revolting, Mira. You were my spouse—now you're merely his jizz-wipe! Nicole—ignore her! She's ruined! She's vanished!"

Nicole mewled—huddling deeper into Mira, sobs pouring. "Dad... please... quit shouting..."

I maintained my mild tone—paying no heed to Jack—using my thumb to wipe yet another tear from Nicole's face. "Nicole... hear me out. We've got it all set. A roof that blocks the downpour. Nourishment that satisfies—proper dishes, not bits. Pure water without needing heat. Cozy bedding. Remedies for illness. We had no reason to arrive. No need to jet along the shore to boast. Yet here we are—because of you."

"Your mom couldn't endure one more sunrise. She was shattering apart without you. Angela and Lisa—they supported her through the weeping."

Nicole's gaze probed mine—frightened yet attentive. "You... promise? No more famine? No more chill?"

I inclined my head—deliberately, gravely. "I swear. You'll feast till your stomach aches—in the best manner. You'll rest snug. You'll wear outfits that aren't tatters. And nobody will harm you. Neither your dad. Nor anybody. Should you join us... I'll guard you. Just as I guard your mom."

Jack bellowed once more—his cry fracturing. "Guard her? Nicole—absolutely not! Remain! We'll manage! We always survive!"

Nicole jerked back—strongly—hiding her face against Mira's shoulder. "Dad... halt... you're frightening me..."

Mira's words fractured—piercing, enraged. "Jack—sufficient! See her face! You're alarming her! You're the harm now—not him! Not me! Your venom blinds you to her wasting away before your eyes!"

Jack faltered—Bill propping him steady, moisture in his gaze. "She's my girl..."

Nicole raised her chin—gradually—facing her dad. Her tone emerged tiny, shaky, yet firm. "Dad... I'm famished. I'm freezing. Night after night. And you... You only shout. Mom returned. She's present. And he... he escorted her. He wasn't obligated. Yet he came. For my sake."

Jack's expression collapsed—fury yielding to pure, fractured grief. "Nicole... I beg..."

Nicole glanced toward Mira—then toward me.

Her little palm slid into my grasp—icy digits gripping firmly.

"Alright," she murmured. "I'll... I'll go. With Mom. With you."

Mira released a strangled cry—waves of relief overwhelming her—and pulled Nicole tight against her, pressing kisses repeatedly to her tresses. "Thank you, darling... thank you... I love you endlessly..."

Jack slumped—Bill now bearing his full weight—sobs blending with the crimson on his cheeks. "Nicole... no..."

Yet Nicole refused to turn.

She held onto Mira—then extended for my palm anew—full of faith, diminutive, resolved.