Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 753: Victoria’s Quiet Accusation

Maya grabbed my hand with one wet, trembling hand (the other still pressing the skirt down against her crotch) and let me pull her to her feet. Water streamed heavily down her body.

The thin leaf bra was now completely soaked and translucent in places, clinging tightly to the full, heavy shape of her breasts and clearly outlining the large, dark areolas and the stiff peaks of her nipples.

The leaf skirt stuck wetly to her thighs and hips, doing a poor job of hiding the soft mound it was supposed to cover. Every small movement made the fabric shift and threaten to expose her again.

She kept one hand firmly pressing the skirt down against her dripping pussy and the other trying to hold the leaf bra in place over her massive, water-slick tits, still flushed with deep embarrassment as she stood there completely soaked in the shallow water.

My eyes inevitably drifted downward. The soaked leaf bra clung tightly to her heavy breasts, and both of her nipples had stiffened into clear, hard peaks that poked visibly against the wet leaves. The sight made my cock harden almost instantly beneath the leaf skirt.

Maya noticed the direction of my gaze. Her eyes narrowed, and a fresh wave of color rose to her cheeks.

”You... you pervert...”

I didn’t look away immediately. My voice came out a little rough.

”You can’t really blame me for reacting. You’re the one who keeps ending up in situations like this... yesterday, and now again today. How exactly am I supposed to stay calm after seeing all of that?”

Maya’s face burned. Her thoughts spiked with flustered irritation mixed with leftover shame.

[Don’t mention yesterday... Don’t you dare bring that up right now...]

Seeing her expression, I quickly shifted my tone, putting on a more anxious, apologetic look.

”Aunt Maya... I’m sorry about yesterday. I really didn’t mean to disrespect you. I lost control for a moment and... I’m truly sorry.”

Maya stared at me for a second, still holding her soaked leaf clothing in place with both hands. The anger in her eyes softened slightly, replaced by a complicated mix of residual embarrassment and reluctant acceptance. She let out a quiet breath.

”...It’s okay. I don’t blame you.”

Water continued to drip from her body onto the rocks at her feet. Neither of us moved for a moment, the tension from both yesterday and the fresh exposure still hanging thickly between us in the morning light.

I cleared my throat and gestured toward the direction of the shelter.

”Aunt Maya, you should go check if your original clothes are dry by now. It would be better if you changed back into them... especially since those leaf ones are completely soaked.”

Maya also seemed to suddenly become aware of how visibly stiff her nipples were against the wet leaf bra. A fresh wave of color rose to her cheeks. She quickly crossed one arm over her chest to cover them and gave a short, flustered nod.

”Okay...”

Without another word, she turned and hurried back toward the bamboo house, still carefully holding the wet leaf skirt in place with her other hand as water continued to trail down her legs.

Once she was completely out of sight, I activated God Speed. In the slowed world, I moved quickly along the shoreline, spearing several more fish with precise, efficient thrusts and collecting them in a large folded leaf. By the time I returned to normal speed and walked back to the clearing with the catch, only a couple of real-world minutes had passed.

When I arrived, Mom, Rachel, and Maya were already dressed in their original clothes again. Maya’s red dress had dried enough to wear, though her hair was still slightly damp and clung in loose strands around her neck.

Rachel had managed to keep a small fire going by feeding it dry leaves and the last of the thinner branches. I went inside the bamboo shelter, changed back into my own pants and shirt, and came back out carrying the fish.

I cleaned them efficiently, skewered the pieces on sturdy sticks, and set them over the flames to cook.

The smell of roasting fish soon filled the clearing, mixing with the salty sea air. The four of us sat around the fire and ate in relative silence, the simple meal tasting better than it had any right to after the previous day.

After a while, Maya wiped her fingers on a broad leaf and spoke up, her tone practical again.

”We should build a large help sign on the beach with stones. Something big enough that any plane or ship passing by will be able to see it from a distance. SOS or just a big ’HELP’.”

Rachel immediately agreed, already standing up and brushing sand from her clothes.

”I’ll help. We can use the lighter-colored rocks so it stands out against the sand.”

The two of them headed down toward the open stretch of beach together, already discussing the best spot and how large the letters should be.

That left Mom and me alone by the fire.

The moment the other two were far enough away that they wouldn’t overhear, Victoria reached over and gave my ear a sharp, familiar tug. Her expression was a mixture of suspicion and maternal irritation.

”What did you do with Maya?”

I winced and tried to pull my head away, though I didn’t put up much real resistance.

”I didn’t do anything. You’re wronging me, Mom. Why do you always assume the worst?”

She tugged harder, eyes narrowed into slits.

”You brat. Did you bully her? She came back completely soaked, looking flustered, and she wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes properly.”

I shook my head quickly, putting on my most innocent expression.

”Mom, how could I bully her? I didn’t do anything like that. She just slipped on the rocks while we were trying to catch fish and fell into the water. That’s all.”

Victoria stared at me for a long second, still pinching my ear between her fingers. Her voice dropped slightly.

”Then why were her leaf clothes completely soaked when she came back? And when she was changing inside...” She paused, her expression turning slightly complicated, a faint hint of secondhand embarrassment mixed with suspicion.

I quietly activated my Mind Reading ability and caught the rest of her unfinished thought.

[Even her nipples were hard when she was changing clothes... I unconsciously looked there for a second before I could stop myself. And this brat still claims he did nothing... He’s definitely hiding something.]

Victoria’s eyes remained locked on mine, sharp and unconvinced, as she waited for a better explanation than the one I had just given her.