CHAPTER 35: SLEEPLESS NIGHT

I wanted to argue. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, to pin her down and bury myself inside her until she screamed. A blowjob wasn’t enough—not after a whole day of these women teasing me, flashing their pubic hair, their nipples, their knowing smirks. My cock ached, throbbing against the confines of my leaf skirt, desperate for release.

But I had no choice.

I nodded, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

Still, this wasn’t over.

I’d make her beg for it.

The hunger in my gut twisted, sharp and insistent. My cock was iron-hard, pressing painfully against the rough leaves of my skirt, and my stomach growled, empty.

I hadn’t eaten since... when? Earlier? It didn’t matter. I needed something—food, release, anything—or I’d lose my mind.

I cleared my throat. "Aunt... I’m going to pee."

Kerry’s brows furrowed. "Dexter, do you want me to come with you?"

I shook my head. "No, I know the way."

She hesitated, then relented. "Don’t wander. Come back quickly."

I slipped out before she could argue.

The night air hit me like a slap, cool and damp against my heated skin. I moved swiftly, putting distance between myself and the hut before slowing to a stop near the tree line.

Pulling up the World Map, I scanned for movement—red dots clustered in the huts, a few others labeled Eric, Patt, patrolling the perimeter. No one was near.

Good.

I opened the Supermarket interface, my fingers twitching with impatience. I spent 20 Pervert Points, four burgers, and a cold drink materialized in my system storage.

The food appeared in my hands a second later, the scent of grease and salt making my mouth water. I devoured the first burger in three bites, the cold drink fizzing down my throat, but it did little to sate the deeper hunger.

With a thought, I activated the Magical Tool, watching as my leaf skirt dissolved and reformed into a recliner.

The second it shifted, I was naked, my cock jutting out, angry and demanding. I ignored it, sinking into the makeshift chair and pulling up the supermarket again.

Leaf skirts—10Pervert Points. I bought one, my total dropping to 768. The rest of the items were out of reach, the skills and abilities locked behind point thresholds I hadn’t met yet.

I devoured the last of the burger, my fingers glistening with salt and grease, and wiped them absently on my thigh before tossing the empty bottle and wrappers into the storage—no trace left behind. The leaf skirt rustled as I stepped into it, the coarse fibers brushing against my skin.

I glanced down at my cock—fully peeled back—and pinched the loose fold of foreskin between my thumb and forefinger. With deliberate care, I rolled it forward, the skin stretching thin as it glided over the sensitive ridge of my cockhead. It settled just barely over the tip, clinging like a second skin.

After that, I checked the System Storage and tossed out all the roasted meat pieces I’d stashed there.

The tension held it in place—a fragile disguise, barely enough to pass as uncut. To anyone glancing my way, it would look the same as theirs: a natural drape of skin, nothing out of the ordinary.

I carefully returned the Magical tool to the system storage before stepping out. With a sense of purpose, I made my way back toward the huts.

The moment I emerged from the trees, Kerry was already there, planted outside the hut like a sentinel. Her arms were locked across her chest, her jaw set, and her dark eyes flickered with something between annoyance and genuine worry. The air between us felt charged, thick with the kind of tension that only comes when someone has been waiting too long.

"Dexter," she snapped, her voice a sharp whisper, as if she didn’t want to draw attention but couldn’t keep the frustration from bleeding through.

"Where the hell have you been? I was two seconds from dragging half the camp out to find you. I thought you’d wandered off and gotten yourself eaten by something."

Shit. I’d taken too long.

I scrambled for an excuse, forcing a sheepish grin. "I got lost, actually. These huts all look identical from the outside—like some kind of jungle maze."

She exhaled sharply, her shoulders dropping just a fraction, though her grip on my hand when she pulled me forward was firm. "Come on. Mitt’s been waiting." Her tone left no room for argument, but the squeeze of her fingers betrayed something softer—relief, maybe. Or just impatience.

Inside, the air was warmer, heavier. Mitt was awake, sitting up on the stone bed, his broad frame completely bare. No leaf skirt. Nothing. Just skin and muscle, the moonlight tracing the ridges of his chest.

Kerry didn’t bother with modesty. She peeled off her own skirt, letting it drop to the ground. The shadows hid the details, but I could see enough—the dark triangle of her pubic hair, the swell of her breasts, the way her nipples tightened in the cool air.

"Dexter," she said, her voice low, "put your clothes there."

My cock jerked at the words. Fuck.

I stripped off my skirt, adding it to the pile, my pulse roaring in my ears. The cold air hit my skin, but it did nothing to dampen the heat coiling in my gut. Kerry’s eyes flicked over me—just for a second—but in the dark, she couldn’t see how hard I was, how desperate.

Mitt gestured to the bed. "Dexter, you can sleep in the corner. That way, you won’t fall off in your sleep."

I climbed onto the stone slab, the cold surface biting into my back. The bed was wide enough for all three of us, but there were no sheets, no mattress—just hard, unyielding rock. Kerry lay down first, her body a dark silhouette beside me, then Mitt settled on the other side.

The second I was horizontal, my cock throbbed, saluting the ceiling like a fucking flagpole.

I clenched my jaw, the muscles tightening until my teeth ached. This was going to be a long night. The air in the hut was thick with the kind of silence that made every small movement feel deliberate, every breath too loud.

Kerry lay stiff on her side, her back rigid, as if she were trying to will herself into stillness. I shifted onto my side to face her, and my cock, rock-hard from the warmth and the proximity of her, pressed forward, the tip brushing against her side.

Her body went utterly still.

I could feel her surprise in the way her breath hitched, the way her muscles tensed beneath my accidental touch. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved.

Then, slowly, she turned her head just enough to shoot me a look—something between irritation and dark amusement, her eyes flickering down before meeting mine again.