Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 732: The Island After the Crash

I looked over and noticed that Maya and Rachel both had their seatbelts unbuckled. Even Mom had undone hers at some point during the flight.

Maya smiled the moment she saw me return to my seat. The silence between her and Victoria had clearly been awkward while I was gone.

She turned to me with a light, curious tone.

"Dexter... so what do you like to do? What are your hobbies?"

"My hobbies?" I answered casually. "I like to play games."

Mom’s thought immediately reached me, dripping with sarcasm.

Maya chuckled softly.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

I shook my head.

"Mom said I’m still too young for that."

Victoria scoffed quietly from beside me.

Maya glanced at Rachel, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Then why don’t I introduce you to someone? I bet you two would get along well."

I put on an appropriately excited expression.

"Really?"

Maya turned to Rachel.

"Rachel, what do you think of Dexter? Why don’t you try dating for a while?"

Rachel’s ears turned red as she looked at me.

"Boss..."

Maya looked back at me.

"Dexter, what do you think of Rachel?"

"I think Ms. Rachel is beautiful and smart," I answered. "And to be able to work so closely with Aunt Maya, she must be quite intelligent."

Rachel quickly shook her head, flustered.

"I’m not great at all. It’s just that Boss always guides me. I only follow her orders..."

Victoria’s thought rang clearly in my mind.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion tore through the cabin.

The nano-bomb detonated with a violent . The entire left side of the plane shuddered. The left engine was completely blown apart, ripped away in a burst of fire and twisted metal. A massive hole opened in the fuselage.

Wind screamed into the cabin with terrifying force. Flames licked along the torn edges of the breach. The sudden decompression created a powerful suction; the air hostess was yanked off her feet and pulled toward the gaping hole. She screamed once — short and cut off — before vanishing into the open sky.

The plane lurched violently and began to spiral.

Maya’s eyes went wide with pure terror.

"What—?! What was that?! The engine—!"

Rachel screamed, high and panicked.

"Ah—! The plane is breaking! We’re going to crash! Boss—!"

Mom cried out as the cabin tilted sharply. I immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.

Maya and Rachel were clinging desperately to their seats as the plane shook like it was about to tear apart. Loose objects flew through the air. Warning lights flashed red. The roar of the damaged engines and the howling wind mixed with the women’s screams.

Maya’s voice rose in pure panic, yet her eyes stayed locked on Victoria even in the chaos.

"Victoria! Victoria, put on your seatbelt right now! Hurry! Dexter, you too! Put it on!"

Rachel was nearly hysterical, tears already forming in her eyes.

"Boss! The plane is going down! We’re going to die! What do we do?! Someone help—!"

I helped Mom fasten her seatbelt with quick, steady hands. Maya tried to do the same for Rachel, but a sudden violent bump threw the entire cabin sideways.

Maya lost her footing and was flung across the aisle toward me. I caught her tightly in my arms before she could hit anything.

"Aunt Maya, let me hold you!"

I pulled her onto my lap in one motion and cupped the back of her head with one hand, shielding it from impact. Maya’s body was trembling hard against me. She suddenly looked at Victoria sitting so close,

her face pale with fear. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something urgent, then noticed that Victoria was already holding her hand in a tight, desperate grip.

Rachel kept screaming from her seat.

"We’re going to crash into the ocean! Boss! Ms. Victoria! Dexter! Hold on—!"

The plane plummeted.

The impact with the water was catastrophic. A massive jolt slammed through the cabin. Metal screamed. Water began rushing in through the hole. Maya and Rachel’s panicked cries mixed with the sound of the wreckage breaking apart.

In the exact instant of the crash, I activated God Speed. Time around me slowed to a crawl. Within a few milliseconds — so fast that Mom never even noticed I had moved — I rendered both Maya and Rachel unconscious with precise strikes. Their screaming stopped at once.

I moved to the cockpit. The pilot was already dead, his head crushed against the shattered front windshield from the force of the impact.

I carried Mom, Maya, and Rachel one by one out of the sinking wreckage and to the nearby island, laying them carefully on the warm sand.

Then I returned to the plane, disposed of the pilot’s body in the deep water, and stored the entire damaged aircraft inside the system inventory. I didn’t want any search teams finding the wreckage too quickly or tracing what had happened.

Only after everything was secured did I return to the island and deactivate God Speed.

Mom, lying on the sand, stirred and opened her eyes. She looked disoriented and frightened.

"What... what happened?"

She immediately noticed Maya and Rachel lying motionless nearby. Her voice rose in panic.

"What happened to them?! Are they okay?! Dexter, answer me!"

I nodded calmly.

"They’re fine. Just unconscious. They’re not hurt."

Mom looked around wildly at the empty beach, the open ocean, and the complete absence of the plane.

"So... we’re on an island? How did we get here? The plane... where is the plane?!"

I nodded once.

"Yes. We’re on an island. I got us out. I also got rid of the plane — I don’t want us to be found too quickly."

Victoria nodded, accepting her son’s words without further question.

I glanced at Maya and Rachel. All four of us were soaked. Even though I had moved across the water at high speed while carrying them, we had still gotten thoroughly wet.

In a way, it worked in our favor — the wet clothes and disheveled appearance made the crash story look more convincing.

The soaked fabric clung tightly to both women. Maya’s red slit dress was especially revealing now that it was wet; the thin material stuck to her rounded breasts and hugged every curve of her body, the high slit plastered against her thigh.

Mom noticed where my eyes had lingered. She reached over and gave my ear a sharp tug.

"You pervert..."