To keep the montum going, I rembered Pervert Insight. With a quick ntal flick, I activated it on the three won around .
This ti, only one option appeared for each—but the reward on Mira’s made my pulse spike.
[Sneaky Accident: Fuck Mira... and pretend you mistook her for Angela in the dark. Grope her, strip her, pound her married pussy while whispering "Angela" in her ear until she’s creaming and crying your na – 300,000 Pervert Points]
Three hundred thousand. For one "mistaken" fuck.
My mind raced. The setup was perfect: the cave would be dark, with narrow tunnels and low light from the stream. I could "accidentally" grab Mira from behind, press her against the wall, yank her jeans down, and slide in deep before she could protest—murmuring Angela’s na the whole ti like I was lost in lust.
She’d know the truth instantly. She’d know I was lying. But after last night—after watching claim Angela, after fingering herself to the sounds of it, after seeing the impossible pants materialize—she already half-believed I was so kind of god. She wouldn’t scream.
She wouldn’t fight. She’d probably co harder than she ever had in her life, rationalizing it as "fate" or "surrender to power" while her neglected cunt milked dry.
And the points... fuck, the points.
I let the Insight window fade and focused on the trail.
Angela was really struggling now—each step looked painful, her thighs trembling, pussy lips so puffy and sensitive that even the soft fabric of the new pants rubbing against them made her wince. Without a word, I stepped up behind her, grabbed her hips, and crouched.
"Climb on," I said simply.
Angela didn’t hesitate. She hopped up, wrapping her legs around my waist from behind while her arms looped around my neck. Her heavy tits mashed against my back imdiately—soft, warm, nipples stiff through her thin shirt.
I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch where it pressed against my lower back; the damp patch was right there, soaking into my shirt, sticky and warm with the last of my load still oozing out.
Mira’s eyes locked on the sight. She blushed crimson, rembering the exact sa piggyback ride I’d given her once—back when her ankle was twisted, before everything turned sexual.
She knew precisely why Angela was having trouble walking. The knowledge made her thighs clench again; I could see the denim crease.
Lisa glanced back, grinning wickedly.
"Ugh, I’m so jealous eating this dog food," she teased, eyes sparkling. "Sister Angela, are you trying to kill with all this PDA? Why don’t you share your husband with ? I promise I’ll take real good care of him..."
Angela laughed, tightening her arms around my neck so her tits squished even harder against .
"What are you talking about? Trying to steal your friend’s man? You’re so shaless, Lisa."
The banter flowed easily now—no trace of the old subordinate-bodyguard dynamic. They were just close friends—sisters almost—teasing each other like they’d known each other for years. The shift felt natural, comfortable... dangerous in the best way.
Mira stayed stunned and silent through it all, cheeks burning.
Lisa winked at Angela. "I was just kidding... but seriously, Sister Angela, you gotta think of as a single woman. Don’t flaunt it so much—I get jealous." She pouted dramatically. "Even Sister Mira is married... only I’m left all alone..."
The words hit Mira like a slap. Her face fell instantly—eyes clouding as mories of her husband flashed behind them: the slaps, the curses, the cold indifference. Her shoulders slumped; the forced smile she’d been wearing cracked.
Angela noticed imdiately. She winked at Lisa over my shoulder.
"Lisa... apologize to Mira. Quick."
Lisa’s teasing grin vanished. She turned, voice softening. "Sister Mira... I’m sorry. I didn’t an to make you sad. I was just trying to lighten the mood..."
Mira took a shaky breath and forced a small smile. "It’s nothing... don’t worry. I’m fine."
She tried to pivot, glancing up at Angela still draped over my back. "But Angela... Lisa’s right. You’re really making us feel jealous..."
Angela hugged my neck tighter, deliberately pressing her tits harder against until I could feel every stiff nipple dragging across my shirt. She flashed a teasing, wicked smile down at Mira.
"Hmm... there’s nothing I can do about it. But if you really can’t hold back... I’m willing to share my husband." Her voice dropped into playful mock-seriousness. "I’ll be the eldest wife, though. You all have to call ’Big Sister’..."
Mira’s face went nuclear—blush spreading down her neck, mouth opening and closing like a fish. She stamred sothing incoherent.
Angela burst out laughing. "Ha! Ha! Just kidding..."
But I knew better.
Angela wasn’t kidding. Not really.
The long walk had left everyone sticky with sweat and anticipation, the forest heat clinging to our skin like a second layer. By the ti we stepped into the cave’s wide mouth, the air shifted—cooler, damper, laced with the faint mineral scent of underground water.
The first chamber opened up generously: smooth stone floor worn by centuries of dripping, sunlight slanting through the entrance in golden shafts that caught motes of dust. Deeper in, shadows thickened, promising narrow tunnels, hidden alcoves, and the soft, constant trickle of the stream echoing like a distant heartbeat.
Angela slid off my back with a small, breathy hiss—her swollen pussy clearly still protesting every shift of fabric against tender flesh. She steadied herself against the wall, looking around with genuine wonder, softening her usual teasing smirk.
"God... it’s such a good place," she breathed, voice low and almost reverent. "Cool enough to sleep without sweating buckets, hidden from anything that might wander by, and that water sound... we could really make this feel like ho. No more sleeping on rocks. No more waking up with dirt in my hair. Just... us. Safe. Private."
Lisa bounced forward a few steps, spinning once with arms outstretched. "Yes! Finally! I was this close to turning into a bug magnet out there. This is paradise. Look at that little pool over there—crystal clear. I’m claiming dibs on first bath."
Suddenly, three stomachs let out loud, protesting growls in near-perfect unison. The sound bounced off the stone walls, amplifying the embarrassnt into a comical echo.
I laughed, rubbing my own rumbling belly. "Okay, okay... we haven’t eaten since last night. Everyone’s starving. So what do you want? Na it."
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