Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

After I finished my breakfast, I stood up and stretched slightly. Victoria was already gathering her things — a sleek black handbag and a neat stack of folders filled with documents. She checked her phone once more before slipping it away.

I glanced at her and asked,

”Is Maya already in Vietnam?”

Victoria nodded, her expression calm but focused.

”Yes. I didn’t speak to her directly. I called Rachel and told her we needed a meeting. Within just a few minutes, Rachel replied that Maya had already agreed to meet us there.”

I raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

”That fast? Didn’t she ask why we’re going all the way to Vietnam?”

Victoria shook her head.

”No. She didn’t ask a single question.”

I gave a small, thoughtful smile.

”Well... that means she trusts you. Quite a lot, actually.”

Victoria’s lips pressed together for a moment, as if the comment had touched something she didn’t want to examine too closely. She quickly changed the subject.

”Why did you choose Vietnam of all places?”

I answered while walking toward the door, voice steady and practical.

”There are many small, isolated islands nearby. Perfect places where I can crash the plane cleanly without drawing too much attention. And the other reason is that SHADOW’s control isn’t as tight there as it is here. They seem to think Vietnam has nothing important to offer — no major corporations, no high-value targets. Of course they still have some people inside the military, but their grip is looser. I chose it specifically to reduce the chance of unforeseen complications.”

Victoria stepped closer. Without warning, she reached up and gently caressed my hair, her fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary. Her voice softened.

”My son has really grown up... knowing how to take care of his mother now.”

The sudden affection made me pull back a little, a faint flush rising to my cheeks.

”Okay, okay... that’s enough. Let’s go. Mom’s girlfriend is waiting for us.”

The moment the words left my mouth, Victoria’s expression tightened. Her eyes narrowed, and the soft look vanished.

”You little—!”

She immediately chased after me as I headed for the car, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. I only smirked and kept walking.

I drove us to the airport where our private plane was already waiting on the tarmac, engines humming quietly. The two of us boarded without delay. The cabin was quiet and luxurious, but the atmosphere between us remained lightly charged from the earlier teasing.

The flight was long. Hours passed in relative silence, broken only by the occasional exchange of documents or a short comment about the plan. Victoria spent most of the time reviewing her folders, though I caught her staring out the window more than once, lost in thought.

When we finally landed in Vietnam and stepped off the plane, the warm, humid air hit us immediately. I glanced at her with a teasing smile as we walked toward the waiting car.

”Did Maya fly out yesterday the moment she got your message? I didn’t expect her to arrive so quickly. It seems Mom’s girlfriend is really eager to see you.”

Victoria was quiet for a long moment. Her steps slowed slightly. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, and her eyes looked faintly teary despite her best effort to keep her expression composed.

”...Shut up.”

She turned her face away, but the faint redness at the corners of her eyes was still visible.

I didn’t push further. I simply walked beside her, the corner of my mouth still curved in a small, knowing smile as we left the airport behind.

A black car was already waiting for us at the curb. It took us straight to a high-end hotel that had a private meeting room reserved in advance. We went there directly without stopping at the front desk, the quiet click of Victoria’s heels echoing through the polished hallway.

When we walked into the meeting room, the first thing that caught my eye was Maya.

She was still wearing the same striking red slit dress from before.

The fabric clung tightly to her curves, the high slit running all the way up her left thigh, revealing a long, smooth expanse of pale skin every time she shifted even slightly. Her legs were crossed elegantly, one thigh pressing against the other, the slit falling open just enough to show the soft inner side of her leg.

The dress’s neckline was modest at first glance, but the way it hugged her chest and waist made it impossible to ignore how well it fitted her.

Rachel sat beside her in a more formal dark suit, looking composed — until she noticed the way her boss was staring.

Maya’s eyes locked onto Victoria the moment we entered. Her gaze was intense, almost hungry, filled with a clear mix of excitement and hesitation. Using my mind-reading ability, I caught the flood of thoughts racing through her mind.

[She’s here... She still looks the same... No, she’s even more beautiful than I remembered... That cold, elegant face... those eyes... Teacher...]

[I want to stand up and go to her... but I can’t...] [She’s so close... after all this time...]

Rachel noticed the change in Maya’s expression almost immediately. Her thoughts were sharp and confused.

[What’s wrong with Boss today...? She’s been strange ever since Ms. Victoria’s name came up... and now that they’re actually in the same room, she’s staring like that...]

[She’s never looked at anyone the way she’s looking at this woman... not even at important clients. And the young man beside her... why does Boss keep glancing at him too?]

Rachel coughed lightly, deliberately pulling Maya out of her daze. Maya straightened almost too quickly, the sudden movement causing the red slit to shift higher up her thigh for a brief second before she adjusted her posture. She spoke in a formal, carefully controlled tone, though her voice was just a fraction tighter than usual.

”Ms. Victoria... you are here.”

Her thoughts continued beneath the polite words, turbulent and restrained.

[I can’t call her Teacher... What if that gives the wrong impression to the people from SHADOW? There are cameras everywhere in this room. I can’t show any emotion. I have to treat her like my enemy... even though all I want is to look at her properly...]

[She’s sitting so close... I can smell her perfume from here...]

I gently pulled Mom’s hand. Victoria had also been staring at Maya, her expression complicated and carefully controlled. She cleared her throat softly, walked over with perfect posture, and sat down on the couch across from Maya and Rachel.

She crossed her legs elegantly, the movement sharp and deliberate, but kept her eyes fixed somewhere past Maya’s shoulder, refusing to meet her gaze directly. I noticed the faint glimmer of tears she was trying to hide at the corners of her eyes.