Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 706: Jill’s Horny Desires

I kept my Mind Reading ability locked onto Jill’s thoughts, my focus razor-sharp as I listened to the tempest unleashed inside her mind.

The Aphrodisiac Scent had taken root, twisting her every rational thought into something feral, ravenous, and insatiable. It was as if the air itself had become a living thing, coiling around her, whispering wicked promises into her ears, her skin, her aching, dripping core.

Her curiosity was a wildfire, licking at her restraint, pulling her closer despite the screaming warnings in the back of her mind. But then, the scent slammed into her like a wave, and her thoughts shattered.

Her breath hitched, her fingers clenching against her thighs as if she could dam the flood building between them. But she couldn’t.

The scent was merciless, seeping into her pores, rewiring her body to obey its darkest cravings. Her panties were soaked, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips, every step a slick, shameful reminder of how far she’d already fallen.

The disgust in her thoughts was palpable, raw. She pictured her husband—soft, flaccid, pathetic—his belly sagging over his waistband, his limp, sad cock wilting at the slightest provocation.

And then she pictured me. My hard, veined length, bobbing in the water, thick enough to stretch her wide, long enough to ruin her forever.

[Ugh... my husband’s is small, floppy... He can’t even stay hard without those damn pills... And his stomach... god, it’s revolting... How did I even marry him...?]

Her thoughts spiraled, her mind flooding with images of me—my arms, corded with muscle, my chest, carved like marble, my cock, heavy and demanding.

The Aphrodisiac Scent amplified it all, making her pussy throb, her juices dripping down her thighs as she squirmed, her legs trembling with the effort of staying still.

I heard her footsteps drawing closer, the soft rustle of her uniform brushing against the tile floor, her breath shallow and uneven. The air in the bathroom was thick with the Aphrodisiac Scent, cloying and intoxicating, and I knew it was working its magic on her.

She sat down beside the tub, her skirt riding up slightly as she perched on the edge, her eyes locked on my cock like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, her body trembling as she fought the urge to reach out, to touch. The scent was too strong, her mind too far gone to resist. I felt her gaze like a physical touch, her thoughts a filthy, desperate mess that sent a thrill through me.

I let my cock throb again, the movement deliberate, the sight of it twitching in the water making her gasp, her thoughts spiraling into full-blown lust.

Her pussy was soaked, her juices dripping as she squirmed on the edge of the tub, her mind a haze of need and shame. But the desire was winning. I could see it in the way her thighs clenched, the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers dug into the porcelain of the tub.

I stayed still, my smirk hidden beneath the towel, my heart pounding with anticipation. She was mine for the taking. And I wasn’t done yet.

I let out a murmur, the sound low and deliberate, as if I were stirring from sleep. Jill froze, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes widening with panic.

She covered her mouth with her hand, her other hand clutching her skirt, her thighs pressing together as if that could stop the ache between them. Despite the slutty feelings clenching her thighs, she forced herself to stand, her steps unsteady as she moved toward the door.

I removed the towel from my face, my smirk returning as I watched her back retreat, her skirt swaying with every hurried step. A low chuckle escaped my lips, the sound dark and knowing.

"She still has her sense..." I muttered to myself, my voice laced with amusement. "That means... the Aphrodisiac amplifies sexual urges..." My eyes gleamed with mischief, my cock twitching at the thought of what was to come. "I’d like to see what she’ll do... now..."

Ten minutes later, I emerged from the room, wrapped in a towel, my bare chest on full display.

The soft light caught the glisten of water on my abs, the deep grooves of my Adonis belt shadowed and inviting. The towel hung precariously low on my hips, the huge bulge beneath it impossible to ignore.

Jill stood frozen outside the door, her thighs clenched so tightly her knuckles had turned white, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

The moment her eyes locked onto my body, her gaze traced every inch—my abs, glistening, my shoulders, broad and dominant, before settling on the thick outline of my cock straining against the towel.

Her thoughts were a mess of sin.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her voice trembling as she forced the words out.

"Y-Young Master..." she stammered, her face flushed crimson, her eyes flickering between my face and my half-naked form. "L-Let me help you get dressed..."

I saw the blush spreading down her neck, her fingers trembling as she held my underwear in her hand. She extended it toward me, but her gaze never left my body. The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable.