Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 437: Manipulating Mira’s Daughter

I stared directly at Jack—his torn lip continuing to drip blood, chin coated in red, eyes blazing with the fury born from seeing all his possessions depart—and issued a low, derisive chuckle that echoed through the breeze.

"Hmph... you can’t even look after yourself," I declared, voice clear and intentional, ensuring the entire camp caught every word.

"Look at you—leaking blood onto the sand, struggling to stay upright, letting your child go hungry while you wallow in self-pity. How do you expect to care for your daughter? You’re practically a dead man walking. In any case... I’m still her father." I halted, allowing the term to sink in like a rock into calm waters. "Ahm... stepfather."

Mira’s breathing hitched noticeably next to me. Her face flushed with an intense, fiery red—gaze falling to the ground briefly before locking onto mine once more.

The term "stepfather" struck her like a dirty mark seared onto her flesh; her legs squeezed together tightly beneath the new jeans, a faint, stifled gasp escaping her mouth.

She understood perfectly what I implied—the dark, owning assertion I was making openly in the light, before her former husband, her child, and the entire shattered group—and the humiliation caused her nipples to harden noticeably under the light shirt, pushing against the leather coat as if seeking touch.

Jack’s features twisted—anger bursting over every feature. He stumbled ahead once more, yanking his arm from Bill’s hold, coughing out a heavy spurt of blood onto the ground while bellowing, "You... you fucking piece of shit! You think you can just fly in here and claim my family? My daughter?"

"You’re nothing but a rapist with a jetpack! You turned my wife into your cum-dump whore, and now you want my kid, too? I’ll kill you—I’ll fucking rip your throat out!"

His tone broke at the final syllable—harsh, frantic, quivering from the helplessness of someone who’d been defeated. Bill seized him once again, eyes wide with fear. "Dad—stop! You’re bleeding—!"

I didn’t bother looking his way. I pivoted completely—disregarding him as if brushing off an insect—and knelt to meet Nicole’s gaze at her level.

She shook in Mira’s embrace, tiny fists clutching her mother’s coat, tears tracing clear paths along her grimy face. Her large eyes darted wildly among her mother’s red, wet features, her father’s bloody grimace, and me—the outsider who’d just knocked her dad down and declared himself her stepfather.

"Nicole," I spoke softly, my tone shifting to warm, reliable, nearly fatherly. "Your mother has fretted over you constantly since departing. She couldn’t rest—bolting awake sobbing your name during the night, embracing herself as if cradling you."

"Couldn’t eat—shoving meals aside because her gut twisted with dread that you were famished, chilly, frightened. Today, right in the cavern, we resolved it—we must return her to you. If not, we feared she’d fall ill. She’d truly wither away from longing for you intensely."

Nicole’s bottom lip trembled fiercely. She gazed up at Mira—seeking, begging for confirmation.

Mira dipped her head—tears flowing openly—stroking her daughter’s locks with unsteady hands. "It’s true, baby girl. I’d lie there thinking about you. Wondering if you were warm. If you were eating. If you were safe. I couldn’t breathe sometimes; it hurt so much. I came back for you. I’ll always come back for you."

Nicole sniffled—a fragile, shattered noise—then turned to me once more, her words faint as a breath. "But... Dad says you’re... bad. That you hurt Mom. That she’s... different now. That she’s... not my mom anymore."

Jack erupted at my back—his shout fracturing in rage. "She’s not! Look at her, Nicole! Limping like a whore who got fucked too hard! Reeking of his cum! She chose him—she left us to starve while she spreads her legs for this monster! Don’t you dare go with her! She’s poisoned! She’s not your mother—she’s his filthy slave!"

Mira recoiled—sharply—as if struck by the barbs. Her hold on Nicole grew firmer, shielding her, her tone sharpening with ire. "Jack—stop it! Stop poisoning her against me! I can better take care of her."

Jack chortled—harsh, fractured, expelling more blood. "Take care of her? You’re disgusting, Mira. You were my wife—now you’re just his cum-rag! Nicole—don’t listen to her! She’s lost! She’s gone!"

Nicole mewled—huddling closer to Mira, tears pouring. "Dad... please... stop yelling..."

I maintained my soft tone—paying no heed to Jack—using my thumb to wipe yet another tear from Nicole’s face. "Nicole... listen to me. We already have everything. Shelter that keeps the rain out. Food that fills you up—real meals, not scraps. Clean water you don’t have to boil. Warm beds. Medicine if you get a fever. We don’t need to come here. We don’t need to fly across the coast just to show off. But we’re here—for you."

"Your mom couldn’t wait another day. She was breaking without you. Angela and Lisa—they’ve held her while she cried."

Nicole’s gaze probed mine—fearful, yet attentive. "You... you promise? No more hungry? No more cold?"

I inclined my head—deliberately, gravely. "I promise. You’ll eat until your belly hurts—in a good way. You’ll sleep warm. You’ll have clothes that aren’t rags. And no one will ever hurt you. Not your dad. Not anyone. If you come with us... I’ll protect you. Like I protect your mom."

Jack bellowed once more—his cry splintering. "Protect her? Nicole—don’t you dare! Stay here! We’ll figure it out! We always do!"

Nicole jerked back—strongly—pressing her face into Mira’s shoulder. "Dad... stop... you’re scaring me..."

Mira’s words fractured—piercing, wrathful. "Jack—enough! Look at her! You’re terrifying her! You’re the one hurting her now—not him! Not me! You’re so full of hate you can’t see she’s starving right in front of you!"

Jack stumbled—supported by Bill, who had tears in his eyes. "She’s my daughter..."

Nicole raised her head—gradually—facing her father. Her speech emerged tiny, shaky, yet distinct. "Dad... I’m hungry. I’m cold. Every night. And you... You just yell. Mom came back. She’s here. And he... he brought her. He didn’t have to. But he did. For me."

Jack’s expression collapsed—fury yielding to deep, shattered pain. "Nicole... please..."

Nicole glanced at Mira—then at me.

Her little hand slid into mine—icy digits gripping firmly.

"Okay," she murmured. "I’ll... I’ll come. With Mom. With you."

Mira released a strangled cry—joy overwhelming her—and pulled Nicole tightly against her body, planting repeated kisses on her head. "Thank you, baby... thank you... I love you so much..."

Jack slumped—now fully upheld by Bill—tears blending with the blood on his features. "Nicole... don’t..."

But Nicole didn’t look back.

She held onto Mira—then extended her hand to mine once again—full of trust, diminutive, assured.