Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I hate that I can’t stop thinking about putting my cock inside her pregnant pussy. I don’t merely want her—no, I want to destroy her. Break her down, hold her tightly by those hips, and screw her so insanely that she forgets all names save mine.

That tight, Pregnant pussy? I am already feeling it gripping me, dripping and hungry for release, as if she has been waiting for this moment just like me. If we make one mistake, this opportunity will be lost forever.

No second thoughts, no do-overs. Just me, her, and the sound of her moaning my name while I split her open.

I was thinking about it, so I decided to open the Supermarket Store real quick to see if there’s anything I can pick up to help me feel more like a real healer or doctor, but before that, I need to see how many Pervert Points I have.

[ Pervert Debauchery System ]

Name: Dexter Williams

Age: 22

Skills: None

Abilities: Healing Factor, Limit Breaker, Universal Language

Pervert Points: 14748

System Storage: Magical Tool, Used Virus Immunity Needle, Soothing Cream, etc.

SUPER-MARKET STORE - Anything the host wishes to buy is available in the store, from food, clothing, skills, abilities, and anything else, by paying a corresponding Pervert Points.

The number glared back at me from the interface, bold and obscene:

14,000 Pervert Points.

My pulse spiked. Fourteen thousand? When the hell had I—? Oh. Oh, right. Helen’s trembling thighs and squirting.

Fuck.

With these points, I was halfway to godhood already.

A devilish grin spread all over my face when I pictured it - flying, fire dancing at my fingertips, bending reality to my whim. The mere thought of it gave me such a rush of adrenaline that I groaned with pleasure through the furs.

My hand was still deeply inserted into Agatha’s overgrown vagina, her muscles tightening around my fingers as if she wanted to trap me there, but my head was already somewhere else, captivated by the Supermarket Store’s luminous interface.

I pulled up the Skills Menu.

The cheapest option was Swimming—10,000 points. Pathetic. I scrolled further, eyes scanning, until—

Doctor of Everything. 11,000 Pervert Points.

Modern medical knowledge. Expert-level precision.

My finger hovered over the purchase button—

(—First Purchase Discount: 90% OFF.)

I froze.

Ninety. Percent.

A laugh tore out of me, sharp and disbelieving. That meant... anything can be bought at 90% off..

I yanked up the Abilities Menu, my heart hammering. If the discount applied to everything—

Fourteen thousand points could buy me 140,000 worth of power.

I scrolled through the list, searching for the ability. The one that would make me untouchable. The one that would turn me from a man into a force of nature.

And then I saw it.

[Eternal Vitality – 140,000 Pervert Points ”The ultimate life-manipulation ability.”]

I tapped it, and the description unfolded:

Healing: Cure any wound, any disease, any ailment—physical or mental. Bring the dead back to life.

Lifespan Transfer: Give your years to others. Extend their lives.

Self-Empowerment: Consume your own lifespan to enhance your body, mind, and abilities beyond natural limits.

My breath caught.

This wasn’t just an ability.

This was a cheat code.

With Healing Factor, I was already unkillable.

With Limit Breaker, I had no limits.

And now, with Eternal Vitality?

I could heal anyone. I could grow stronger just by being alive. I could even give others more time to live.

This power didn’t cost me anything, because while others lose lifespan if they use this ability, they will die after overconsuming their lifespans.

I will not die. I have a Healing Factor that gives me Infinite Lifespan.

I wasn’t just a man with tricks anymore. I was something beyond that.

I was a fucking god.

I didn’t hesitate.

PURCHASE.

The moment I confirmed it, knowledge flooded my mind like a tsunami. The knowledge about how to use my ability, how to give my lifespan to others, and how I could heal them, etc.

The integration was seamless. Limit Breaker devoured the new power, fusing it into my soul like it had always been there. No pain. No resistance. Just pure, unbridled power settling into my bones.

I flexed my fingers, feeling the weight of eternity in my grasp.

Agatha whimpered beneath me, her pussy still clenching around my fingers, her body aching for more.

I looked down at her, my grin turning feral.

”You’re about to get the best treatment of your life, Agatha.”

Because I wasn’t just a healer anymore.

I was a god.

And gods play with their toys.

I closed the system interface and focused on pregnant beauty. I flicked my finger inside her pussy.. Agatha moaned, ” Aaaahh.... what are you doing...?”

I said ”I am making a way for the baby... so that he can come out easily.. If your pussy is too tight... it might be difficult for the child to move out.”

Now, I don’t have to worry about hurting Agatha or even the child. With Eternal Vitality, I am a GOD now.

Her answer was a pitiful, low whimper, and her hips were shaking with my hand. I could feel her juices coating my fingers, her arousal thick and rich. When I inserted my fingers inside her, touching that very sensitive point, she screamed, her spine going up, her chest gasping for air.

”AAaahh... Uhhh...,” she breathed. ”Is it so...?”

I slowly nodded, my voice barely above a whisper and very purposeful. ”We have to make you ready—stretch you slowly—so the baby can come out effortlessly when it is time.” My fingertips were moving along the air between us, as if we were performing the very deed.

Agatha’s breath was ragged as she bit down on her lower lip with such force that it almost went white. A shiver coursed through her, her chest rising with uneven sobs. ”Then... what are we going to do?” Her voice, grating with fear and something more sinister, was caught midway.

I looked down at her tits—plump, heavy, the nipples shining with the new milk. I pulled my fingers out of her in a very deliberate, slow motion; the slick noise was very loud in the silence. Her flavor lingered on my tongue, which I wiped off with my tongue, inhaling the scent of her passion.

”No—don’t!” She turned away, wrung her hands in a feeble rage, her hips gave her away, and with a restless move. ”It is... filthy.”

I laughed and used my thumb to flick her clit. The movement made a wave through her - then further, into the tight arch of her stomach.

A sudden, sharp thump pressed against her skin from within, the child stirring as if in response. The bump rolled beneath my palm like a wave.

”What do you know, little mother?” I murmured, my breath warm against her thigh. ”I’m tasting your body’s truth—checking if the baby’s health.” My tongue darted out again, teasing the proof from her flesh.

Agatha gasped, her hands flying to her stomach. ”When you—when you touched me there... it moved!” Wonder and alarm tangled in her voice.

I smirked, pressing my ear to the swell of her belly. The faint, muffled kick thudded against my cheek. ”Of course it did.” My voice dropped to a rumble. ”It’s happy. It knows its mother is being cared for.”