Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 705: Asking Jill For Towel

Jill exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly, but her fingers still trembled as she looked at the bed, her cheeks still flushed. "Young Master..." she said, her voice steady, her gaze fixed on the freshly made bed as if it were a lifeline. "Your bed is made... Is there anything I can do...?"

I smirked, my eyes raking over her—her tight uniform, her full curves, the way her breath still came a little too fast. "Yeah..." I said, my voice casual, but my gaze intense.

"I’m going to take a shower. Can you bring me my clothes from the wardrobe...?" I paused, my lips curling into a faint smile. "Pick some suit... as I need to go out for an auction..."

Jill nodded professionally, her expression neutral, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. "Okay..." she said, her voice even, but there was a hesitation—like she wanted to ask more but knew her place.

With that, she turned around, her skirt swaying slightly as she walked toward the walk-in wardrobe area, her steps deliberate, controlled.

The moment she disappeared inside, I didn’t waste time. I dropped my clothes, peeling off my shirt and kicking off my pants, leaving me standing there in just my underwear.

The cool air of the room hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Jill’s unseen gaze—or at least, the fantasy of it.

My cock was already half-hard, the bulge in my black boxer briefs impossible to miss—thick, heavy, straining against the fabric.

I stretched my arms above my head, flexing slightly, knowing that if Jill glanced back, she’d get an eyeful of the physique I’d worked hard to maintain.

I grinned to myself, the thrill of the game settling in my chest like a warm, intoxicating weight. The auction, the mission, the challenge—it was all exciting, but this moment, this tension with Jill, was something else entirely. There was a thrill in the unknown, in the power I held over her without her even realizing it.

I walked to the bathroom, my steps deliberate, my mind already racing with possibilities. The cool tile beneath my feet was a stark contrast to the heat of my thoughts.

I removed my underwear, my cock already half-hard from the anticipation of what was to come. Stepping into the bathtub, I lay down, closing my eyes as I started the warm water, the sound of the filling tub a soothing backdrop to my scheming mind.

Jill.

The thought of her—her flushed cheeks, her trembling fingers, the way her eyes flickered with something unspoken—stirred something in me. And then, like a lightning bolt, an idea struck.

I opened my eyes, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as I checked my Pervert Points—2.4 million. A smirk tugged at my lips. Time to have some fun.

I scrolled through the abilities, my fingers tapping against the invisible interface only I could see. And then I found it—Mind Reading.

A low version of Telepathy, but it was exactly what I needed. 1.2 million points. Without hesitation, I spent them, the rush of power flooding my veins as the ability settled into my mind.

But I wasn’t done.

Next, I found an item—Aphrodisiac Scent. 20,000 points. It only worked on females, but it was perfect—increasing their arousal, making them super horny. I purchased it without a second thought, the small vial appearing in my hand as if by magic.

I decided to test my new Mind Reading ability first. But before that, I sprayed the Aphrodisiac Perfume around the bathtub and throughout the bathroom, the scent subtle but potent, invisible but undeniable. The air filled with a faint, intoxicating aroma—floral, sweet, but with an edge that promised trouble.

I placed a small face towel over my face, the fabric light but enough to hide my smirk. Then, I called out, my voice casual, my tone innocent.

"Jill..."

From the other room, I heard her voice, soft but trembling slightly. "Yes, Young Master...?"

I kept my voice steady, my mind already racing with the possibilities of what was to come. "I forgot to bring my towel... Can you bring it in...? Just put it on the hanger..."

There was a pause, a hesitation in Jill’s voice that made my cock twitch in the water. "Yes, Young Master... Right away..." Her words were professional, but the tremble in her voice betrayed her.

And I knew—she was already feeling the effects of the Aphrodisiac Scent, the aroma seeping into her skin, her mind, her body. The scent was working, slowly but surely, unraveling her control one breath at a time.

I lay still in the bathtub, the warm water lapping against my skin, the towel draped over my face hiding my smirk.

My hard cock peeked out from the water, thick and heavy, the tip glistening as it bobbed slightly with the ripple of the water. The contrast between the innocence of the scene and the depravity of my thoughts was intoxicating.

Soon, the door creaked open slightly, and I heard Jill’s voice, soft but strained. "Young Master... I am coming in..."

I stayed perfectly still, my breath steady, my mind focused. The sound of her footsteps was light, hesitant, as she slowly walked over and placed the towel on the hanger. I activated my Mind Reading ability, probing into her thoughts like a thief in the dark.

[It’s done... I should go out now...]

Her thoughts were clear, simple, but beneath them, I felt the stirrings of something more. Something hungrier.

Jill turned to leave, but she paused, her gaze flickering toward me. I saw it in her mind—a flicker of curiosity, of desire, unwilling but undeniable.

[Is Young Master asleep...? His body is so good... even though I can’t see it all... but his hands look firm, and the muscles on his arms... much better than my fat, sloppy husband...]

A wave of guilt crashed over her thoughts, drowning out the desire for a brief moment.

[No, Jill... what are you thinking...?]

But I knew. The Aphrodisiac Scent was at work, weaving its magic through her veins, igniting a fire she couldn’t control. Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of the towel hanger, her knuckles white.

The scent was subtle but potent, seeping into her pores, whispering to her body in a language it couldn’t resist.

I stayed still, my cock throbbing beneath the water, my mind racing with possibilities. She was fighting it, but the scent was stronger. And I wasn’t done yet.