Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 781: Maya’s Perfect Trap

I raised both hands and cupped Maya’s face, thumbs brushing away the tear tracks on her cheeks. Before she could say another word, I leaned in and kissed her hard. My lips claimed hers with firm pressure, sucking on her lower lip before coaxing her mouth open.

The moment her lips parted, I pushed my tongue inside, tasting her, deepening the kiss until she had no choice but to respond. I kept at it until her breathing turned ragged and uneven against my mouth.

Only when she was clearly breathless did I finally pull back. A thin, glistening thread of saliva still connected our lips for a second before it broke.

Maya stared up at me, eyes glassy, cheeks burning a deep red. She glared at me even as she struggled to catch her breath.

"You...!"

I kept my hands on her face, voice low and deliberately teasing.

"I don’t understand... whether my Aunt Maya loves me or hates me..."

Maya’s eyes narrowed. Without a word, she reached up and pinched the side of my waist hard, the sharp sting making it clear she had no intention of letting the provocation slide so easily.

I immediately put on an exaggerated pained expression, drawing in a sharp breath through my teeth.

"Hisssssss... ouch... Aunt Maya, that really hurts. You dare bully your husband like this...?"

As I spoke, I brought my hand down and gave her ass a firm, playful spank. The sudden contact drew a short, surprised moan from Maya’s lips before she could stop it.

"Aaah...!"

She glared up at me, cheeks still flushed from the earlier confession and the kiss, but the anger in her eyes had already softened into something far more complicated and conflicted. I kept my arms loosely around her and held her gaze, speaking clearly and without any teasing this time.

"Aunt Maya... I love you."

Maya’s expression flickered. For a moment she looked as if she wanted to look away, but she forced herself to keep her eyes on mine. After a long pause, she answered in a quiet, reluctant voice that still carried a trace of stubbornness.

"I love you too, you little rascal... But it’s wrong. You shouldn’t think about me like this. You already have Rachel. She’s a good girl. You must take good care of her. If you dare to hurt her... if you make her cry... I won’t forgive you."

I was genuinely surprised that even after everything that had just happened between us — the tears, the confession, the kiss — she was still trying to push me back toward Rachel and create distance. I opened my mouth to protest, the words already forming.

"Aunt Maya, listen to me. I—"

She quickly raised a finger and pressed it firmly against my lips, stopping the words before they could fully leave my mouth. Her eyes were serious, almost stern, despite the lingering redness around them.

"Don’t say anything yet. I already know what you’re going to say. You’re going to tell me that you can handle both, or that your feelings for me are real, or that Rachel will understand. But you’re already with Rachel."

"Do you want me to become the mistress who hides in the shadows? Or are you simply a scumbag who collects women and discards them when it becomes inconvenient?"

Through my Mind Reading ability, her internal thoughts came through with stark, unfiltered clarity — colder, sharper, and far more calculating than the words she spoke out loud. Layer after layer of doubt and self-questioning ran through her mind in a rapid, anxious stream.

I felt a cold jolt of realization as her thoughts continued to unfold. Maya had already thought this far ahead — much further than I had expected.

If I hadn’t been able to hear her true internal voice, all of my earlier calculations and assumptions about how to handle this situation would have collapsed without me even noticing.

She wasn’t simply being difficult or overly dramatic. She was testing me in a very deliberate way, measuring whether I was the type of man who would discard one woman the moment another became available.

I stayed silent for a long moment, still feeling the pressure of her finger against my lips. The weight of her unspoken warning and the tangled web of her doubts settled heavily between us in the quiet of the forest.

Around us, the leaves rustled softly, but neither of us moved. Maya kept her finger in place, waiting to see what kind of man I would prove myself to be with the next words I chose.

Her thoughts continued to turn in anxious circles.

I slowly raised my hand and gently wrapped my fingers around her wrist, not forcing her finger away from my lips yet, but making it clear I wanted the chance to speak. The tension between us remained thick and fragile, balanced on whatever answer I was about to give.