Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I leaned heavily on the tree with my back, the rough and twisted bark of the tree slowly letting the heaviness of what I saw - what I heard - envelop me with its cold and suffocating presence.

The mouse drone was still on the move, silently gliding through the colony like a phantom, and its little feet made no sound on the ground. I really had no idea how long I had been watching. Maybe hours. The sun had changed its position in the sky, and the long, weird shadows were cast on the earth.

And the things I’d discovered?

They were even worse than I had thought.

The mouse had somehow gotten into what appeared to be a purposely-built vault—a small, fortified building loaded with data tablets, printed logs, and an only flickering holographic projector.

A team of scientists in lab coats over their combat gear was gathered around it, whispering and very concerned.

”- last Command transmission before the collapse of the portal,” one of them said, barely audible while he was clicking on the tablet.

The projector showed the first frame of a video timeline of events in sharp, luminous characters.

2030: Global conflict escalates.

First nuclear strikes. 2035: The War. 70% of the planet is rendered uninhabitable. Atmosphere toxic. Mass extinction event.

2036-2045: The Aftermath. Survivors retreat to bunkers. Food sources collapse. Water poisoned.

2046: Discovery of the Ancient Virus. Thawed from glacial melt. Contaminates all remaining animal life. Human consumption becomes lethal.

2047: Population: 800 million. Death rate: 12% annually. Space colonization delayed indefinitely—energy sources depleted.

2050: Project Exodus initiated. An unstable temporal portal developed. 1,200 selected individuals were sent to the prehistoric era. Portal collapses mid-transmission. 300+ lost in transit.

My stomach twisted.

They’re not just soldiers.

They’re refugees, but they didn’t end up here by mistake.

The biggest question is: How? A portal? It doesn’t make sense. Unless... their future isn’t the same as mine.

That changes everything. This isn’t just a different time—it’s a different world.

If they can come here, then there must be a way back to their future. But on second thought, why would I want that? Their world sounds worse than mine.

I glanced at my Pervert Debauchery System—it had everything, even a time machine. However, it cost a fortune: 1 billion Pervert Points. But who cares? I’m practically a god now—immortal, untouchable. Why worry when I can just have fun?

I grinned, my fingers twitching with anticipation. Time to play. These so-called ”future people” thought they were advanced? They had no idea what was coming. I’d break them, mold them, make them worship the ground I walked on. Oh, this was going to be glorious. And when I was done? They’d have no choice but to call me their god—just like everyone else.

The mouse drone skittered over, kicking up little clouds of grit with its twitchy metal toes. I let it wander just far enough from their camp—close enough for them to start sweating, but not so close they’d freak out and start shooting at shadows.

Then I let my mind flick the switch. The thing started twisting and mutating—bones snapping, metal plates shifting, fur exploding into glossy black feathers. In about two blinks, the mouse was gone, and a jet-black crow was flapping smug little circles overhead, almost like it was showing off.

When it finally swooped down and landed on my palm, the whole thing just started to unravel. Feathers, beak, claws—poof. All melting into a slick little ring, glinting in the light. I spun it around my finger once, grinned, and chucked it into the black hole that was my Pervert Debauchery System’s storage.

I turned to leave, but the forest suddenly felt alien. The trees, the rocks, even the damn wind—none of it looked familiar.

Wow, did I really just get spun around that fast? I actually laughed—couldn’t help it. Nope, there’s no way I could’ve done anything but double back. My brain was too busy playing 4D chess with itself over what to do next, and – honestly – who cares about directions when you’re on a roll like that?

So, I snapped my fingers (yeah, real dramatic), and bam, up pops the World Map—sort of floating in the air. And there it is: A red dot with Agatha’s name, flashing in angry red like she’s trying to win a prize for Most Obnoxious Beacon. I remembered that I actually tagged her yesterday. For once, I didn’t totally screw myself over.

I just cut across the woods, not even trying to be sneaky. Crunch, crack—twigs and dead leaves under my feet, the whole forest probably heard me coming. The smell of smoke and sweat got thicker with every step, until—boom, I’m out of the trees and just about to say something clever, but nope. My mouth snaps shut.

The clearing? Yeah, it’s just wall-to-wall spears. Like, seriously, did someone order an army or what?

Every woman in the tribe stood at attention, their grips white-knuckled around their weapons. Even the injured ones had dragged themselves into formation. Their eyes darted between the tree line and Ravina, who stood at the front, her spear planted into the dirt like a standard. They were ready for war.

Then they saw me.

A ripple of relief passed through the ranks. ”Our king!” The words spread like wildfire, whispered at first, then shouted. ”Our king is back!”

Ravina didn’t wait.

Her spear was dropped by her, and she flew to me full speed, her dark braid flying behind her. Her face was white, her breath was quick. ”Dexter!” She took hold of my arms, her fingertips feeling like they were tearing into my skin.

”What the hell happened out there? We thought you were. ” Her voice failed her. ”We thought we’d lost you.”

I reassured her with my hand on her shoulder and an expression that was neutral at least on the surface, ”Aunt Ravina, calm down. It was nothing.” A lie, but a decent one.

”I felt something weird coming from that direction, so I went to check it out. The news is it was a false alarm.” No need to inform her about the other-world refugees. No need to inform her that I had made up my mind to trouble them.

She blew out her breath in a breath, her shoulders dropping as the tension flowed out of her. ”You scared us half to death, you idiot.”

I responded to her with a grin on my face, ”But I’m back, aren’t I?”

With that, I turned toward the tribe, my eyes running over them

They’d been so ready to fight—for me. It was almost touching.

I looked at the women who were injured...