Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 157: Aunt Vera’s Filthy Struggle

I gave her a small, reassuring nod. "Good. Keep this in. If anything happens, call . I’ll hear you."

She opened her mouth to protest, but I was already stepping back, my expression firm. "I have to go. Keep the tribe safe."

Without waiting for a response, I activated the magical tool, the familiar hum of the jetpack filling the air as I launched myself into the sky. The wind rushed past , the forest shrinking below as I soared toward the Kronos Tribe’s territory.

I landed just outside the Kronos Tribe’s territory, the jetpack’s hum fading as I deactivated it. The familiar sights and sounds of the camp greeted —the crackling of fires, the low murmur of voices, the scent of herbs and smoke lingering in the air. But sothing felt off. The tension was palpable, the warriors moving with a sense of urgency.

As I stepped into the camp, I spotted Kerry almost imdiately. He was pacing near the center, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for sothing—or soone. The mont he saw , his expression shifted from worry to relief, then to frustration.

"Dexter!" he called out, striding toward . "Where have you been? I’ve been searching for you!"

I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut off with a sharp wave of his hand. "Forget it. Co with —quickly." His voice was urgent, his grip firm as he pulled toward one of the huts. "Your Aunt Vera... her waist has been hurting since this morning. She can’t even stand."

The mont I stepped into the hut, the tension was thick enough to cut. Kerry—her face tight with worry—pulled inside, where Ruth and Ada were already gathered around the stone bed.

Vera lay on her back, her face twisted in pain, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. Her eyes flicked to as I entered, relief flashing across her features. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice strained. "I didn’t want to bother you, but—"

Kerry cut her off, her voice sharp with urgency. "Dexter, don’t listen to her." She leaned in, lowering her voice to a harsh whisper. "She was about to go take a poop—but her waist gave out. She’s been in pain and couldn’t even stand. Quickly, do sothing!"

My brain stuttered.

Oh. My. Fucking. Gods.

A MILF—my aunt—lying there, whimpering, her body trembling as she fought to hold it back. The realization hit like a punch to the gut. The way she was clutching her stomach, the sheer desperation in her eyes, the flush creeping up her neck—

She was holding in a shit.

And she couldn’t move.

My cock twitched traitorously, my mind flooding with images I didn’t need—Vera, writhing on the stone bed, her face flushed, her thighs pressed tightly together, her body trembling as she fought to keep it in.

The thought of her struggling, her muscles straining, her breath hitching with every wave of pressure—it was too much. My pulse pounded in my ears, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t control.

And then—

Pffft.

A small, embarrassed fart escaped Vera, the sound cutting through the tension in the hut. Her face burned crimson, her hands flying to cover her mouth as if she could take it back. "Dexter, I... I-I’m so sorry—!" she stamred, her voice thick with humiliation.

Kerry’s voice cut through the mont, sharp with impatience. "Dexter, why don’t you first help your Aunt Vera?" She crossed her arms, her expression stern. "Go take her to take a poop. Then heal her."

I hesitated.

I didn’t want to watch a woman take a shit. It was filthy. Disgusting. Sothing I’d never even considered before.

But I could heal her instantly with Eternal Vitality. One touch, and her pain would vanish. She’d be able to move, to relieve herself on her own.

Yet—

An evil, twisted thought slithered into my mind.

What if I just took a look? Just once?

I’d never seen a woman shit before. Never watched her asshole expand, her muscles straining, her pussy clenching with the effort. The thought alone sent a jolt of dark, forbidden arousal through , my cock throbbing painfully against my skirt.

Fuck.

The weight of my own twisted curiosity crushed any last shred of resistance. My desire—dark, forbidden, and relentless—won.

I looked at Aunt Vera, her body trembling with pain and humiliation, her skirt barely covering her, the leaves over her nipples shifting slightly as she squird. A hint of blonde pubic hair peeked out from beneath the fabric, and my cock throbbed in response.

Fuck.

I couldn’t fight it anymore.

I stepped forward, my hands sliding beneath her, and lifted her into my arms like a princess. Vera gasped, her body tensing as I pulled her against , her tits pressing slightly against my chest. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through , and the system’s voice echoed in my mind:

400 Pervert Points: Aunt Vera’s tits touched your chest.[Witnesses (Kerry, Ada, Ruth) present. Points doubled.]

Vera’s face burned crimson.

Ada’s eyes widened. "Dexter, what are you—?"

I cut her off, my voice steady despite the storm of arousal and guilt inside . "I will carry her and help her take a poop."

I adjusted my grip, holding Vera’s back against my stomach, her tits mashed more firmly against my chest. The system’s voice chid again, almost gleeful:

1000 Pervert Points: Aunt Vera’s tits mashed against your chest in front of the whole tribe.

The weight of the tribe’s stares burned into my back, their murmurs rising like a dark chorus as they took in the sight—Vera’s tits pressed against my chest, her body trembling in my arms, her face flushed with humiliation. The exposure, the vulnerability, the sheer filthiness of it all only made my cock throb harder, my mind spinning with possibilities I shouldn’t even think about.

Ruth, her voice low but clear, explained everything to the tribe behind us, her words hushing the whispers into a tense silence. I didn’t care. I didn’t stop.

I turned to Ada and Kerry, my voice rough but controlled. "You guys get so herbs from Aunt Hina. Mash them together. I’ll apply it to Aunt Vera later."

They hesitated for only a second before nodding, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. But they didn’t argue. They turned and hurried away, leaving alone with Vera.

Now, there was nothing left to delay the inevitable.

I carried her to the pooping spot—a secluded area, hidden from prying eyes. I set Vera down gently, my hands lingering on her waist as she whimpered, her body trembling.

The mont her feet touched the ground, she let out a broken, desperate moan. "Aaaaaaaaa—!" Her hands flew to her lower back, her body arching as the pain—or the pressure—hit her again.