I turned to Helen, my voice firm but gentle. "You go back to the tribe. I will come after you."
Helen shook her head violently, her eyes wide with fear and determination. "No! My King, how can I leave you alone? I—I can't—"
I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. "Don't you know my true power?" My voice was low, steady, leaving no room for argument. "No one can harm me. Just listen to me and go back. Don't worry about me. This is an order."
Helen hesitated for a moment, her gaze searching mine, before she finally nodded. With one last, lingering look, she turned and ran toward the tribe's location, just as I had pointed.
Mary didn't even notice us. She was too busy crying, her hands pressed against Veronica's bleeding stomach, her sister's body convulsing with pain. Veronica was coughing up blood, her breath ragged and shallow, her eyes glazed over as she struggled to stay conscious.
"Sister..... no... no, no, no—" Mary's voice was broken, her tears mixing with the blood on her hands.
The sight of Veronica lying there, pale and bleeding, her breath fading with every shallow gasp, twisted something inside me. She had tried to save me—even if it meant turning against her own sister.
Even if it meant risking her life. I wasn't a good person. I didn't pretend to be. But I couldn't just stand there and watch her die like that. Not after what she'd done.
Mary's voice cut through the air, sharp and broken, as she stumbled to her feet, her gun trembling in her grip. "It's because of him—all of this happened! I'll kill him!" Her eyes were wild, her grief and rage twisting into something dangerous.
I didn't hesitate.
With Eternal Vitality
surging through me, my body stronger and faster than ever, I closed the distance between us in an instant. My hand clamped around Mary's wrist, my grip like iron as I wrenched the gun from her fingers. Before she could react, I knocked her out with a single, controlled strike. Her body crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Veronica was worse off. Her skin was ashen, her breath barely there, her body slipping into unconsciousness. I knelt beside her, pressing my hands against her wound. The warmth of Eternal Vitality flowed into her, sealing the bullet wound, knitting her flesh back together. Her breathing steadied, her color returning as the healing took effect.
When I was sure she was stable, I carried both Veronica and Mary up to the treehouse, laying them down on the mattress. They were both unconscious, their chests rising and falling with slow, even breaths.
I stood there for a moment, staring at them, wondering what their reaction would be when they woke up—when they realized I was the one who had saved them. What lies would I tell them? What excuses would I make?
But before I could decide, a loud commotion erupted outside.
I moved to the window, my body tensing as I saw Helen, Ravina, Sabina, and the rest of the tribe charging toward the treehouse, their spears raised, their faces set with determination. They were ready to fight—to the death, if necessary.
I climbed down from the treehouse just as Ravina reached me. Her hands immediately went to my arms, her eyes scanning my body for injuries. "Dexter... you're not hurt, are you? Let me see..." Her voice was thick with worry, her fingers trembling as she searched for wounds.
I gently took her hands in mine, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "Aunt, I'm fine. Don't worry."
Sabina stepped forward, her grip tight on her spear, her voice sharp with fury. "Helen, tell me—who wanted to harm you and Dexter? I will kill them."
I shook my head, my voice firm. "Aunt Sabina, let's just get out of here. Don't interact with them."
Sabina's eyes narrowed, her expression conflicted. "But—how can we just—"
I cut her off, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Let's just go back."
Sabina hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Ravina and the rest of the tribe followed without further protest, their spears lowered as they turned back toward the forest.
As we walked away, I cast one final glance back at the treehouse, its silhouette standing stark against the fading light. Mary and Veronica were still inside, unconscious, their fates uncertain. I didn't know what would happen when they woke up—whether they'd come after me again, fueled by vengeance, or if they'd finally accept that they'd lost. But one thing was certain:
This wasn't over.
Not by a long shot.
The tribe moved with me in silence, their spears lowered but their grips still tight, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering tension. Helen stayed close to my side, her fingers occasionally brushing against mine as if to reassure herself I was still there. Ravina and Sabina walked ahead, their voices low as they spoke to the others, their eyes scanning the forest for any sign of further danger.
We reached the edge of the clearing where the huts stood—some newly constructed, others still half-built, abandoned when the tribe had rushed out to search for Helen.
But my mind was elsewhere.
It had been hours since I left the Kronos Tribe. By now, they would have noticed my absence. They would be searching for me—Kronos, the elders, the warriors. They wouldn't rest until they found me.
I turned to Ravina, who was overseeing the final touches on one of the huts. Her hands were steady, her expression focused, but I could see the worry in her eyes. "Ravina," I said, my voice low enough that only she could hear. "Take care of each other while I'm gone."
She turned to me, her brow furrowing. "Dexter, are you going back again.. please sta..—"
I didn't let her finish. Instead, I pulled up the Supermarket Store interface, my fingers moving quickly. I needed a way to stay connected, a way to ensure they could reach me if something happened. My eyes landed on a small, discreet device—an earpiece with Bluetooth, so tiny it could be hidden inside the ear without anyone noticing. It cost 300 Pervert Points, but it was worth it.
I purchased it instantly.
The earpieces materialized in my hand, sleek and nearly invisible. I placed one carefully in Ravina's ear, adjusting it so it was completely hidden.
Then, I inserted the other into my own ear, testing the connection. "Can you hear me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ravina's eyes widened slightly, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her ear. "Dexter...? Yes, I can hear you," she replied, her voice hushed with amazement.
I gave her a small, reassuring nod. "Good. Keep this in. If anything happens, call me. I'll hear you."
She opened her mouth to protest, but I was already stepping back, my expression firm. "I have to go. Keep the tribe safe."
Without waiting for a response, I activated the magical tool, the familiar hum of the jetpack filling the air as I launched myself into the sky. The wind rushed past me, the forest shrinking below as I soared toward the Kronos Tribe's territory.
I landed just outside the Kronos Tribe's territory, the jetpack's hum fading as I deactivated it. The familiar sights and sounds of the camp greeted me—the crackling of fires, the low murmur of voices, the scent of herbs and smoke lingering in the air. But something felt off. The tension was palpable, the warriors moving with a sense of urgency.
As I stepped into the camp, I spotted Kerry almost immediately. He was pacing near the center, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for something—or someone. The moment he saw me, his expression shifted from worry to relief, then to frustration.
"Dexter!" he called out, striding toward me. "Where have you been? I've been searching for you!"
I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off with a sharp wave of his hand. "Forget it. Come with me—quickly." His voice was urgent, his grip firm as he pulled me toward one of the huts. "Your Aunt Vera... her waist has been hurting since this morning. She can't even stand."
The moment I stepped into the hut, the tension was thick enough to cut. Kerry—her face tight with worry—pulled me inside, where Ruth and Ada were already gathered around the stone bed.
Vera lay on her back, her face twisted in pain, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. Her eyes flicked to me as I entered, relief flashing across her features. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice strained. "I didn't want to bother you, but—"
Kerry cut her off, her voice sharp with urgency. "Dexter, don't listen to her." She leaned in, lowering her voice to a harsh whisper. "She was about to go take a poop—but her waist gave out. She's been in pain and couldn't even stand. Quickly, do something!"
My brain stuttered.
Oh. My. Fucking. Gods.
A MILF—my aunt—lying there, whimpering, her body trembling as she fought to hold it back. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. The way she was clutching her stomach, the sheer desperation in her eyes, the flush creeping up her neck—
She was holding in a shit.
And she couldn't move.
My cock twitched traitorously, my mind flooding with images I didn't need—Vera, writhing on the stone bed, her face flushed, her thighs pressed tightly together, her body trembling as she fought to keep it in.
The thought of her struggling, her muscles straining, her breath hitching with every wave of pressure—it was too much. My pulse pounded in my ears, my body reacting in ways I couldn't control.
And then—
Pffft.
A small, embarrassed fart escaped Vera, the sound cutting through the tension in the hut. Her face burned crimson, her hands flying to cover her mouth as if she could take it back. "Dexter, I... I-I'm so sorry—!" she stammered, her voice thick with humiliation.
Kerry's voice cut through the moment, sharp with impatience. "Dexter, why don't you first help your Aunt Vera?" She crossed her arms, her expression stern. "Go take her to take a poop. Then heal her."
I hesitated.
I didn't want to watch a woman take a shit. It was filthy. Disgusting. Something I'd never even considered before.
But I could heal her instantly with Eternal Vitality. One touch, and her pain would vanish. She'd be able to move, to relieve herself on her own.
Yet—
An evil, twisted thought slithered into my mind.
What if I just took a look? Just once?
I'd never seen a woman shit before. Never watched her asshole expand, her muscles straining, her pussy clenching with the effort. The thought alone sent a jolt of dark, forbidden arousal through me, my cock throbbing painfully against my skirt.
Fuck.
The weight of my own twisted curiosity crushed any last shred of resistance. My desire—dark, forbidden, and relentless—won.
I looked at Aunt Vera, her body trembling with pain and humiliation, her skirt barely covering her, the leaves over her nipples shifting slightly as she squirmed. A hint of blonde pubic hair peeked out from beneath the fabric, and my cock throbbed in response.
Fuck.
I couldn't fight it anymore.
I stepped forward, my hands sliding beneath her, and lifted her into my arms like a princess. Vera gasped, her body tensing as I pulled her against me, her tits pressing slightly against my chest. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and the system's voice echoed in my mind:
+400 Pervert Points: Aunt Vera's tits touched your chest.[Witnesses (Kerry, Ada, Ruth) present. Points doubled.]
Vera's face burned crimson.
Ada's eyes widened. "Dexter, what are you—?"
I cut her off, my voice steady despite the storm of arousal and guilt inside me. "I will carry her and help her take a poop."
I adjusted my grip, holding Vera's back against my stomach, her tits mashed more firmly against my chest. The system's voice chimed again, almost gleeful:
+1000 Pervert Points: Aunt Vera's tits mashed against your chest in front of the whole tribe.
The weight of the tribe's stares burned into my back, their murmurs rising like a dark chorus as they took in the sight—Vera's tits pressed against my chest, her body trembling in my arms, her face flushed with humiliation. The exposure, the vulnerability, the sheer filthiness of it all only made my cock throb harder, my mind spinning with possibilities I shouldn't even think about.
Ruth, her voice low but clear, explained everything to the tribe behind us, her words hushing the whispers into a tense silence. I didn't care. I didn't stop.
I turned to Ada and Kerry, my voice rough but controlled. "You guys get some herbs from Aunt Hina. Mash them together. I'll apply it to Aunt Vera later."
They hesitated for only a second before nodding, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. But they didn't argue. They turned and hurried away, leaving me alone with Vera.
Now, there was nothing left to delay the inevitable.
I carried her to the pooping spot—a secluded area, hidden from prying eyes. I set Vera down gently, my hands lingering on her waist as she whimpered, her body trembling.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she let out a broken, desperate moan. "Aaaaaaaaa—!" Her hands flew to her lower back, her body arching as the pain—or the pressure—hit her again.