Angela smiled sweetlyâtoo sweetly. She stepped closer to Mira, bending slightly to pick up the water bottle from the rock. As she did, her new pants pulled tight across her ass, the damp spot catching the sunlight for just a second.
"Sounds perfect," Angela said, voice light. "A nice, private cave... deep inside. Safe from everything outside." She straightened, meeting Miraâs eyes for a heartbeat longer than necessary. "We can really... settle in there."
Mira swallowed hard. Her thighs pressed together againâsubtle, but I caught it. She nodded quickly, too quickly.
"Y-yeah. Settle in. Good plan."
I stood up fully now, stretching until my shirt rode up, showing a strip of skin. Angela moved to my side, slipping her hand into mine again like last nightâcasual, possessive.
"Letâs go there," I said, looking at each of them in turn. My gaze lingered on Mira just long enough to make her flush deepen. "Wouldnât want to waste daylight. Especially not when thereâs a nice, dark, quiet place waiting for us."
Angela squeezed my hand. "Mm. Canât wait."
Mira looked away firstâstaring at the horizon like it might save her.
We started moving toward the cave, the morning sun already climbing, turning the forest into a humid, golden haze.
Lisa and Angela walked ahead, side by sideâLisa chattering brightly about how nice running water would feel on her face, Angela nodding along with that easy, practiced smile she wore when she didnât want to give anything away.
But Angelaâs walk was different today. Slower. More careful. Each step was measured, hips swaying just a fraction less than usual, thighs brushing together with tiny, deliberate pauses.
I could see the faint wince she tried to hide every time her weight shifted forwardâher swollen, tender pussy protesting the rough pounding Iâd given it last night.
The new pants hugged her ass and crotch like a second skin, but that dark, damp patch at the front hadnât faded; if anything, it looked a little bigger in the daylight, the fabric clinging wetly where my cum was still slowly seeping out of her.
Mira walked a step behind themâright beside me.
She noticed.
Of course she did.
Her eyes kept darting to Angelaâs careful gait, to the subtle hitch in her stride, to the way Angela occasionally pressed her thighs together mid-step like she was trying to soothe the ache without anyone seeing.
Miraâs cheeks stayed flushed a permanent pink; she bit her lower lip hard enough to leave little white marks, but she didnât say a single word. Didnât ask about the pants.
Didnât comment on Angelaâs limp. Just kept her gaze flicking between the path ahead and the woman whoâd been fucked senseless while she hid in the shadows listening.
The silence between us was thickâcharged. Every few steps, I could hear Miraâs breathing catch, shallow and uneven, like she was replaying last night in her head on loop.
I let my mind drift inward, pulling up the system interface with a casual mental flick. The familiar translucent panel shimmered into view, visible only to me.
Pervert Debauchery System
Name:
Dexter Williams
Age:
22
Skills:
None
Abilities:
Healing Factor, Limit Breaker, Universal Language, Eternal Vitality, Cuckold God, Nexus, Pervert Insight, Beast Tamer
Beast Tamed: Ants( 14921)
Pervert Points:
5,64,895
Harem:
Ruth, Kerry, Ada, Helen, Agatha, Ravina, Hina, Kina, Vera, Wendy, Emily, Jennifer, Nathalie
System Storage:
Gun, Magical Tool, Used items include Virus Immunity Needle, Soothing Cream, and more.
SUPER-MARKET STORE:
The store offered anything I desiredâfood, clothing, skills, abilities, or even the most depraved experiencesâall in exchange for Pervert Points.
I scrolled through the latest notifications, a slow, filthy grin spreading across my face as the system laid out my rewards in stark, obscene detailâeach one dripping with the kind of depravity it loved to reward.
[Turning Doctor Anya into a dripping, cock-starved slut and making her beg to have her tight medical pussy stuffed full of my thick dick until she came screaming â 25,000 Pervert Points]
[Pounding Nathalieâs married cunt raw in deep, brutal missionary, pinning her legs back so I could slam balls-deep while she clawed my back and sobbed my name â 10,000 Pervert Points]
[Fucking Olivia like a cheap whore until her greedy little snatch gushed and squirted all over my cock and thighs â 30,000 Pervert Points]
[Railing Angelaâs sloppy, cum-hungry jungle cunt out in the open like a feral animal, balls slapping her ass, and Mira pretended not to hear the wet fucking sounds â 100,000 Pervert Points]
That last notification hit like a drug. One hundred fucking thousand. A massive, throbbing payout just for turning a raw, public pounding into the ultimate voyeur teaseâmaking Mira watch (and listen) while I wrecked Angelaâs hole, then forcing her to stew in the aftermath: the swollen walk, the leaking cum-stain, the casual flaunting of what sheâd only dared to spy on.
I dismissed the panel with a lazy mental flick, my cock already twitching half-hard in my pants again just from reading the words. My eyes slid sideways to Mira.
She was staring dead ahead now, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jump under her skin. Her hands were balled into white-knuckled fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms like she was physically fighting the urge to shove one hand down her jeans and rub her aching clit right there on the trail.
Every few steps, Miraâs breath hitchedâshort, needy little gasps she tried desperately to swallow before they became audible. She knew
exactly
what that faint, rhythmic squelching sound coming from Angela meant with every careful sway of her hips.
The thick, musky reek of my cum was probably drifting to her on the warm breeze, tooâhot, salty, unmistakable proof that Angelaâs cunt was still leaking me out hours later, ruined and swollen from the brutal fucking sheâd taken while Mira hid and fingered herself raw in the shadows.
My Pervert Points had climbed to 5,64,895. Halfway to seven figures. Close... but not close enough. I needed to hit 1,000,000 fastâreally fastâso I could afford something truly broken from the SUPER-MARKET STORE.
Telepathy would be perfect. Slipping into minds, reading every filthy secret, planting thoughts like seeds until they begged to spread their legs for me.
Or better yet, full mind controlâturning women into eager, dripping puppets whoâd drop to their knees and thank me for using them. The possibilities made my cock twitch just thinking about it.