Ruth's voice was soft, her eyes pleading as she turned to me, her fingers clutching at my arm. "Dexter…" Her breath hitched, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and shame.

"Please breed Aunt Wendy…" She swallowed hard, her gaze flicking to Wendy, then back to me.

"I know it's hard to think about breeding a dirty woman…" Her voice cracked, her fingers tightening around my arm. "But for my sake, please…" Her eyes burned with urgency. "Otherwise, her son's life will be in danger."

From the trees, Eric's voice rang out, raw and broken. "Mother, don't—" His body strained against the ropes, his muscles trembling with the effort to break free. "I prefer to die!"

I looked at Ruth, her eyes wide with pleading, her body tense with fear. She didn't know the truth—that I felt no disgust toward any woman. Not Kerry, not Kina, not Ada, not Vera, not Hina. They all knew it. But Ruth didn't.

And for now, it had to stay that way.

I nodded slowly, as if this were a hard decision, my voice heavy with false reluctance. "I'll try my best…" My gaze flicked between Ruth and Wendy, my expression solemn, my tone firm.

Ruth exhaled shakily, her fingers loosening their grip on my arm, her eyes filling with relief. "Thank you, Dexter…" Her voice was a whisper, her gaze lingering on Wendy, her body trembling with the weight of what was coming.

Wendy's breath hitched, her fingers still wrapped around my cock, her body trembling with shame and need. She met my gaze, her eyes wide with desperation. "Dexter…" Her voice was a broken whisper. "I'm sorry…"

Ravina's voice cut through the tension, sharp and unyielding. "I don't have much time to waste…" Her smirk was cruel, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Why don't you start?" She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a taunt.

"And you should show your son…" Her fingers tapped against her spear, her gaze flicking to Eric, who was still bound to the tree, his face twisted in helpless rage. "So that he can learn well how to breed a woman."

Wendy's breath caught, her body trembling. "How are we supposed to do that…?" Her voice cracked, her eyes burning with shame and fury.

"You are so evil…" Her gaze flicked to Eric, her son, who was still yelling, his voice raw with desperation.

"Mother… No!" Eric yelled

Wendy's lips trembled, but she didn't back down. "Dexter…" Her voice was a whisper, thick with shame and need.

I activated Pervert Eyes, scanning her body as the entire tribe watched. The points flooded in, my vision highlighting every intimate detail:

500 for her navel, shallow and trembling.

500 for her lips, parted and glistening.

500 for her armpit, damp with sweat.

500 for her asscheeks, full and trembling.

1000 for those tits, heavy and swaying.

2000 for those nipples, dark and erect.

10,000 for her pussy, damp and glistening.

25,000 for her asshole, tight and exposed.

I swallowed hard, the points flooding my vision, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

Ruth's voice was urgent, her fingers trembling as she gripped my hand, her eyes darting between me and Wendy. "Dexter, help Aunt Wendy…" Her breath hitched, her body tense with a mix of jealousy and desperation.

She could see the hesitation in my expression—or what she thought was hesitation—and her mind raced. He must be disgusted by Wendy's body, she thought, her heart aching with the need to protect me, to shield me from this humiliation.

She turned to Kerry and Ada, her voice low but firm, her fingers clenching into fists. "Mother, Aunt Kerry… help me lift Aunt Wendy up." Her voice trembled with urgency.

"So that Dexter doesn't have to touch her body to feel disgusted…" She swallowed hard, her gaze flicking to me, her eyes filled with determination. "And I will put his cock inside her pussy."

Kerry and Ada exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with understanding. They knew the truth—that I felt no disgust toward any woman. But they also knew Ruth didn't. And for now, it was better that way.

Without hesitation, Kerry moved to Wendy's left side, Ada to her right. Together, they gripped Wendy's arms and lifted her into the air, her legs spreading wide, her body fully exposed to the entire tribe.

Wendy gasped, her breath catching in her throat as her feet left the ground. "W-What are you—?" Her voice was a shocked whisper, her body tensing as she realized what was happening.

She was being lifted, her ass and pussy fully on display, her legs spread obscenely wide. Her face burned with shame, her fingers clawing at the air as she tried to steady herself. "Dexter…" Her voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling as she felt the cool air against her exposed flesh.

Ruth turned to me, her voice soft but urgent, her fingers brushing against my cheek. "Dexter, you should close your eyes…" Her voice was a trembling whisper, her gaze pleading. "Think of me… in her place… okay?"

I shook my head, my jaw tightening as I pretended to be angry, my voice a low growl. "No…" My gaze flicked to Ravina, my expression darkening with false rage. "I don't wanna forget this…" My voice was a snarl, my fists clenching at my sides. "One day, I will definitely take revenge for this humiliation."

Ruth's breath hitched, tears welling in her eyes. "Dexter…" She wiped them away quickly, her fingers trembling as she pretended to be strong. She gripped my cock, positioning it at Wendy's pussy, her voice a whisper

I didn't. I couldn't. Not when the points were flooding in, not when the entire tribe was watching.

As my cock touched Wendy's pussy, the Pervert Eyes skill flashed in my vision:

+10,000 points.

But instead of pushing inside, I let the head of my cock rub against her clit, teasing her, making her body tremble with a mix of shame and pleasure.

Wendy gasped, her back arching as my cock slid against her sensitive flesh. "N-Nngh…!" Her voice was a breathy moan, her fingers clawing at the tree bark as her body betrayed her.

"D-Dexter… It's—too much…!" Her breath came in ragged gasps, her pussy damp and aching, her clit throbbing under the pressure of my cock.

Ravina's voice cut through the tension, mocking and cruel. "Look, Eric…" She stepped closer to the bound man, her smirk deepening as she watched him squeeze his eyes shut, his face twisted in agony.

"Why don't you see…?" Her voice was a taunt, her fingers tapping against her spear. "How your brother or sister will be born…" She laughed, low and dark. "Take a look."

Eric's breath came in ragged gasps, his body straining against the ropes, his voice a broken snarl. "No! Stop this! Mother, please—!"

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