Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 351: Mira’s Unseen Predator

With that, she turned away, her body tense, her steps quickening as she disappeared into the thickening shadows of the forest.

I watched her go for a moment, my expression carefully neutral. Then, I fell into step behind her, my voice carrying just enough concern to sound convincing. "You’re making a mistake," I called after her, shaking my head. "But if you’re that determined to throw your life away, I guess I can’t stop you."

Mira didn’t respond. She didn’t even glance back. She just kept moving, her posture rigid, her focus unwavering.

I followed, my eyes sharp, my senses heightened. The forest was alive with the sounds of the encroaching night—rustling leaves, distant hoots, the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. My mind, however, was elsewhere. I was calculating, strategizing, and anticipating.

How far will you go, Mira?

How long before you realize you’re not the hunter here?

I let a cold smile tug at the corners of my lips, my fingers flicking through the World Map function in my system. The glowing interface displayed the locations of Jack and Bill as two distinct red dots—one disturbingly far, the other much closer.

Bill must have been the one the lion chased, I mused. Jack, on the other hand, is nearby. My eyes narrowed as I watched Mira’s determined strides. She was heading straight toward Jack’s location, and that wouldn’t do. Not at all.

I couldn’t let them reunite. Not yet.

Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed Mira’s wrist, my grip firm but not cruel. "Did you see which way they went?" I asked, my voice laced with false urgency.

Mira yanked her hand free, her eyes flashing with irritation. "I saw them running this way," she said, her voice tight. "But Jack told Bill to run in a different direction. I’m sure of it."

I nodded slowly, as if piecing together a puzzle. Then, I pointed toward a set of faint shoe marks in the dirt—not Jack’s direction, but Bill’s. "Look," I said, my tone convincing. "Shoe marks. They must have gone this way."

Mira’s gaze followed my finger, her expression tightening with hope. She didn’t question it. She just started moving, her steps quickening as she followed the marks.

I watched the World Map again, a smirk playing on my lips as I guided her farther and farther away from Jack’s location. The red dots on the map shifted—Jack’s dot had merged with Paul’s. He found him, I realized. And now, he was carrying Paul back toward the base.

Perfect.

Mira was none the wiser. She was too focused on the trail, her breath coming in sharp, determined bursts. The forest around us grew denser, the shadows longer as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the distant hoot of an owl echoing through the trees.

I kept my eyes on the map, my mind racing. Bill’s location is getting closer. I could feel the anticipation coiling in my chest, sharp and electric. Mira was walking right into my trap, and she didn’t even know it.

I glanced at her, my expression carefully neutral. "We’re getting closer," I said, my voice low.

Mira didn’t respond. She just kept moving, her body tense, her focus unwavering.

But soon it became completely dark ... and we couldn’t see anything.

The forest had swallowed the last remnants of daylight, leaving us in a suffocating blackness. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the silence broken only by the distant rustle of unseen creatures. Mira stopped abruptly, her breath hitching as she turned to face me, her voice tense. "Don’t you have a lighter?"

I didn’t hesitate. With a quick mental command, I purchased a lighter for 30 Pervert Points

Mira fumbled for a moment before the flicker of a flame cut through the darkness. The orange glow cast eerie shadows on the trees around us, illuminating the path just enough to make out the outlines of roots and rocks.

The firelight danced across Mira’s figure as she moved ahead, her hips swaying slightly with each cautious step. I followed closely behind, my eyes tracing the subtle movement of her body, the way her clothes clung to her in the humid night air.

But even with the lighter, the shoe prints were nearly impossible to track. The forest floor was a mess of leaves, twigs, and disturbed earth. I grabbed Mira’s wrist, my grip firm but not unkind. "We can’t move now," I said, my voice low and measured. "Not in this darkness. We’ll get lost, and then it’ll be even harder to find anyone."

Mira exhaled sharply, her shoulders slumping just slightly. She knew I was right. "So what should we do?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration.

I didn’t miss a beat. "We find a place to rest. Start again in the morning when we can actually see where we’re going."

Mira hesitated, her eyes flicking back toward the darkness as if she could will her family to appear. But she knew as well as I did that searching blindly would only make things worse. She nodded reluctantly, her jaw tight.

I pulled up the World Map function in my system, zooming in on our surroundings. My eyes locked onto a slight elevation to our left—a plateau, according to the map. "Let’s look in this direction," I said, pointing. "See how the ground rises slightly? We might find shelter there."

Mira didn’t question it. She just followed, the flickering lighter casting long shadows as we moved. When we reached the location, I hid my satisfaction. The plateau wasn’t just a rise in the ground—it was a natural cave, nestled between two rock formations, with a small water source trickling inside. Perfect.

"This’ll work," I said, my voice calm as I stepped inside. The cave was dry, the walls smooth, the space just large enough for the two of us. I gathered some dry wood from outside, using the lighter to ignite a small fire with a bed of leaves. The flames crackled to life, casting a warm glow over the cave’s interior.

Mira watched me for a long moment, the firelight reflecting in her eyes. Then, quietly, she said, "You’re not so bad after all."

I didn’t respond. I just smiled to myself, the flames dancing in my eyes.

Oh, Mira.

You have no idea.