Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 783: Maya’s Humiliating Urgency

Maya’s thoughts churned in quiet confusion.

[What should I do now...? I’m so confused...]

I tightened my arms around her, holding her even closer against my chest.

”Aunt Maya... please don’t leave me.”

This time she didn’t push me away. After a long moment of silence, her voice came out soft and hesitant.

”...I... I need some time to think about it.”

Relief washed through me. I rested my forehead lightly against hers.

”Thank you, Aunt Maya...”

Maya suddenly pinched the side of my waist, hard enough to make me flinch. Her eyes narrowed with lingering possessiveness.

”But... you’re not allowed to get close to Rachel.”

I responded by bringing my hand down in a firm, playful spank on her ass.

SMACK!

Maya let out a short, surprised moan.

”Aah...! You dare hit me...!”

I kept my hand resting on the curve of her backside and looked at her with a small, knowing smile.

”You’re jealous.”

Maya’s cheeks flushed deeper. After a brief pause, she admitted it without looking away.

”...Yeah. I am jealous.”

The quiet confession hung between us in the forest, softer than her earlier anger but no less honest.

After a long while, we finally started walking back toward the camp together. The tension between us had softened into something quieter and more fragile, but it was still there, humming under every glance and every step.

When the bamboo shelters and the low firelight came into view, Rachel was the first to notice us. The moment her eyes landed on me, she pushed herself up from where she had been resting and limped a few steps forward, her face still a little pale but clearly relieved.

She immediately clung to my arm, fingers wrapping tightly around my sleeve as if she was afraid I might disappear again.

”You’re back... Are you okay? Is everything alright?”

Her body pressed lightly against my side, and she kept glancing between me and Maya with a mixture of concern and residual nervousness.

Maya, for her part, stayed a half-step behind me, her expression carefully composed again, though the faint redness around her eyes had not completely faded.

Victoria rose from her seat near the fire, her sharp gaze moving from me to Maya and then back again.

”You were gone for a long time. Did something happen out there?”

I shook my head lightly, keeping my tone even.

”Nothing serious. We just talked. Everything’s fine now.”

Maya gave a small, stiff nod when Victoria looked at her for confirmation, but she didn’t offer any further explanation. Victoria studied both of us for another moment, then simply gestured toward the fire.

”Sit down and eat. The fish is still warm.”

We settled in around the fire. The simple meal passed in a strangely normal atmosphere on the surface — the crackle of the fire, the quiet sounds of eating, the occasional soft comment about the taste or the need to gather more wood tomorrow.

Underneath it, however, every glance carried weight. Rachel stayed pressed close to my side the entire time, her shoulder brushing mine.

At one point she leaned in and whispered, just loud enough for me to hear,

”You were gone so long... I kept thinking something might have happened to you.”

I gave her arm a small reassuring squeeze.

”I’m right here. Don’t worry.”

Across the fire, Maya remained mostly silent. Victoria eventually spoke to her in a lower voice.

”You’ve been quiet since you came back. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Maya forced a small smile and nodded.

”I’m fine, Teacher. Just... a little tired.”

Victoria didn’t look entirely convinced, but she didn’t press further. The rest of the meal continued in that careful, restrained atmosphere until the fish were gone and the fire had burned lower.

When it was time to rest, the division of the shelters felt almost too neat. Victoria stood and brushed off her hands.

”Maya and I will take the left shelter. You two take the other one. Get some proper sleep — we’ll need energy tomorrow.”

Rachel nodded obediently and began moving toward the right-hand shelter, still keeping one hand lightly on my arm. Maya followed Victoria without looking back at me, though I caught the briefest glance from her before she stepped inside.

Inside our shelter, the air was cooler and quieter. Rachel lowered herself carefully onto the grass bedding, still favoring the side that didn’t aggravate her lingering discomfort.

Once we were both settled and the soft sounds of Victoria and Maya settling in the neighboring shelter could be heard through the thin bamboo walls, Rachel turned her head toward me. Her voice dropped to a low, firm whisper.

”Don’t you dare try anything tonight. Your mom and Maya will hear. Anything. I’m serious.”

Her eyes were serious, though a faint flush still colored her cheeks. She held my gaze for a long moment to make sure the warning landed, then added more quietly,

”My body still... doesn’t feel normal. And I don’t want them to notice anything.”

She finally lay back, turning slightly onto her side with her back partially toward me. The message was clear: proximity was allowed, but nothing more — not with the others so close.

Time passed slowly. The forest outside grew quieter. The last embers of the fire cracked occasionally.

Rachel’s breathing gradually evened out into the lighter rhythm of someone drifting toward sleep, though I remained awake, staring up at the dark weave of the bamboo roof.

Then, soft footsteps approached our shelter.

I turned my head just as Maya appeared at the low entrance. Even in the dim light, I could see that her face was burning a deep, vivid red. She hesitated for a second, one hand resting against the bamboo frame, clearly struggling with whatever she needed to say. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper and thick with embarrassment.

”Dexter... I... need... to... go...”

She couldn’t quite finish the sentence, but the way she shifted her weight, the way her thighs pressed together just slightly, and the intense blush that had climbed all the way to her ears made her meaning unmistakable.

She needed to relieve herself, and for some reason she had come to me instead of simply going alone into the dark.

Rachel remained still beside me, either already asleep or pretending to be. Maya stood there in the entrance of the shelter, waiting for my response with her face still scarlet and her eyes unable to fully meet mine.

After another moment of hesitation, she added in an even quieter, almost mortified voice,

”...I don’t want to go alone in the dark. Just... come with me for a bit.”