“That’s it for morning physical training. Go eat some food and come back in the evening for combat training.”
I almost fainted when I realized this was only half of a single day. Some of the older kids who were in a better physical condition snickered as they passed by me, who couldn’t even muster the will to respond to their provocations.
When I felt a bit of power returning to my limbs, I rose to follow them to a common cave where the youths of the tribe were provided food from the women. I noticed Dyla looking around with her share of food untouched, and made my way to her. She was already teary, a sight I had gotten used to by now. As soon as she spotted me, she snuggled up to me, who sat next to her. However, she quickly left my warmth, scowling.
“You smell bad, Keon.”
“Yeah, they made us run like crazy. I sweat more this morning than all my six years’ worth of life combined.”
She hesitated for a moment and finally chose to come closer again anyway. I knew why she did so, judging by her expression.
“How was it for you, Dyla? Very bad?”
She strongly nodded as if it was exactly what she had been wanting to talk about.
“That old woman is terrible. She kept shouting at me and scolding me. I hate it.”
Her eyes were getting moist again. I took a bite of my portion of food, encouraging her to do the same.
“Why? What did she teach you?”
“She said she would teach us how to cook, how to make clothes, how to clean, and so on. We started preparing meat from a dead beast, but it was too horrible. It looked so grotesque, and there was blood everywhere. Ugh... I can’t do it, Keon. Help me.”
It was no wonder she was half crying. Asking a six-year-old girl who hadn’t seen anything of the world to dismember and butcher the corpse of a beast was a bit too much to ask, especially when she wasn’t the most courageous one like Dyla. Fortunately, I knew how to handle her. I raised her, after all.
“Let me go wash myself, and we can talk. But let’s finish eating first.”
The great amount of trust in her eyes felt good as she nodded to my suggestion. We swiftly finished our meal, which consisted mostly of meat, together with fruits and wild edible plants gathered by clan members from the surroundings.
We had a bit of time before the next schedule, so we headed toward a large cave that had a small inner lake, which was filled with water by the tribe’s shamans. It was also connected to the outside, with the water being flushed away from time to time. Since magic existed, water was aplenty for us, which also meant the tribe's hygiene was much better than one could expect from a prehistoric group of people. At this time of the day, no one else was here to use the water, so we had it for ourselves.
I got rid of my fur clothing, becoming instantly nude. There was no reason to be ashamed since I and Dyla had grown together and had seen one another nude all the time while doing so. Dyla also didn’t seem to care about my appearance, waiting for me to wash the sweat away. I jumped into the lake, washing everything in one go. Unfortunately, there was no such thing as soap. The best I could do was to use a small plant to scrape the dirt away from my body.
When I was done, I waved at Dyla, signaling her to join me. She was indecisive for a moment, but soon decided to come too. She removed her clothes, allowing me to see her pure and smooth body once more. Her long blonde hair was falling behind her back, and her lack of form showed all around. Her chest was completely flat, like mine, with the main difference between our bodies only being our crotches. She had a hairless vagina, a cute slit that my eyes always automatically moved toward to in similar circumstances.
“Gul gul gul gul gul!”
“You’re laughing weirdly again.”
Her tone had more affection than reproach, and she moved closer to me without any shame. When she was right next to me, I caressed her hair, making her face brighten a little.
“The elder was mean to you?”
“Hmm… Very mean…”
“Let me comfort you.”
I moved my head toward hers and gave her a big kiss. She wasn’t surprised in the least since this was the exact reason she followed me here. On the contrary, she moaned happily and pressed her lips further against mine, returning my smooch with a lot of enthusiasm.
“Mhmm… Mhmm…”
I had long since started developing her the way a pervert should do, whenever our moms weren’t looking. She was already well-versed in erotic kisses and enjoyed them immensely. This was how I comforted her all the time, an intimate gesture she couldn’t go long without by now, the same applying to me. Very naturally, she encircled my head with her arms as we sent our tongues out to lewdly play with each other’s appendages.
Now, I know what weirdos would say in this situation. Isn’t she way too young for that?
Wrong!
We were exactly the same age!
Of course, other hypocrites would argue that our mental age was different.
Wrong again!
My targets were the whole female population, no exception.
I was a proud true pervert, different from the fake ones who were ashamed to reveal their nature. Considering that 100% of the human population was perverted, the universe was filled with closet perverts. They were the ones who should be ashamed for not admitting their real nature.
I still remember all those people who found a companion or married, the extremely vast majority getting bored and ending up cheating on their partner like the perverts they didn’t admit they were, only to separate or divorce, wreaking their children's lives as if it were nothing, with the kids not even knowing if their parents were their real parents. And then, they would look back at their lives and say this was all how it should be, and that others should follow the same path because this was the “norm”.
Retards.