Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I pulled Angela into my arms, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms, her skin slick with sweat and the evidence of our depraved fucking.

I held her tightly against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder as we lay tangled together on the bed, her breathing slowly steadying.

The scent of sex and her perfume filled the room, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly I’d claimed her ass just minutes ago.

With a lazy thought, I opened the system interface, the familiar holographic blue screen materializing in front of my eyes like a private window into godhood.

Pervert Debauchery System

Name: Dexter Williams

Age: 22

Skills: None

Abilities: Healing Factor, Limit Breaker, Universal Language, Eternal Vitality, Cuckold God, Nexus, Pervert Insight, Beast Tamer

Beasts Tamed: Ants (14,921)

Pervert Points: 11,61,119

Harem: Ruth, Kerry, Ada, Helen, Agatha, Ravina, Hina, Kina, Vera, Wendy, Emily, Jennifer, Nathalie, Nancy, Olivia, Angela, Anya

System Storage: Gun, Magical Tool, Virus Immunity Needle, Soothing Cream, and more.

The Super-Market Store tab pulsed invitingly at the bottom of the screen, promising literally anything my twisted heart could desire — gourmet feasts from extinct civilizations, designer clothes woven from impossible fabrics, god-tier skills, reality-bending abilities, or even the most depraved sexual experiences money (or points) could buy. Everything had a price in Pervert Points, and tonight, after months of relentless fucking and cucking, I finally had enough.

A torrent of notifications exploded across the interface, each one accompanied by a satisfying chime and a vivid holographic replay of the scene in miniature:

[ Fucking Nathalie sneakily behind the door while her husband slept in the next room — 10,000 Pervert Points ]

[ Fucking Jennifer raw in the public toilet of the mall, her moans echoing off the tiles — 20,000 Pervert Points ]

[ Fucking Emily hardcore in the abandoned warehouse, pounding her until she squirted like a broken faucet — 25,000 Pervert Points ]

[ Fucking Angela while her daughter Veronica and Mary peeked through the cracked door, their soaked panties and desperate fingers betraying them — 100,000 Pervert Points ]

My cock twitched at the memories alone. A savage grin split my face as the total counter ticked over the one-million mark. One million Pervert Points. Finally.

After all the cheating, the public risks, the family destructions, and the endless creampies, I had the currency of a god in my hands. My pulse raced with raw excitement. This wasn’t just power anymore — this was freedom to rewrite reality.

I swiped open the Super-Market Store and began scrolling through the Abilities & Skills section, filtering strictly for anything under or around one million points. The list was endless and intoxicating. Holographic cards spun in 3D, each one displaying jaw-dropping descriptions and teaser animations:

Telekinesis — 1,000,000 PP [Control everything around you with the power of your mind. Lift cars, crush skulls, or make a woman’s clothes vanish from across the room.]

God Speed — 1,000,000 PP [Faster than the speed of time itself. Shatter the barriers of time and space. Move through reality like a ghost in the machine.]

Demon God — 1,000,000 PP [Transform into a true Demon. Mark souls with your brand and turn them into eternal slaves. Grow stronger by devouring their essence.]

There were hundreds more: pocket dimensions for infinite orgies, time machines that let you relive any fuck you’d ever had, spaceships capable of interstellar conquest (and interstellar harem collection), and entire cultivation technique trees — dual cultivation manuals that promised exponential power gains simply by fucking stronger and stronger women until you ascended to immortality through raw sexual energy.

I paused on the cultivation section, the memories of every Chinese web novel I’d devoured flashing through my mind: painstaking meridian opening, brutal bottlenecks, years of closed-door training just to advance one pathetic stage.

Fuck that. Why grind for decades when I was already unkillable? My Healing Factor made me immortal, and Limit Breaker let me ignore every physical law.

I was already a walking apocalypse. Wasting a million points on slow-burn cultivation felt like buying a bicycle when I owned a hypercar.

My eyes kept drifting back to God Speed. That one... that one felt different. If it could truly break time and space, maybe — just maybe — I could punch a hole back to my original world.

The world where Peter had put a bullet in my skull while I was balls-deep in Helena’s ass. The world where I’d died screaming, only to wake up in the Stone Age with this system. Helena’s perfect, greedy asshole and Peter’s smug, vengeful face haunted me every night.

No more hesitation. I selected God Speed and slammed the purchase button.

The moment the 1,000,000 Pervert Points drained away, the world inside me detonated.

A roaring vortex of pure time and space energy erupted in the center of my chest, like a black hole birthed from my very soul.

It spun faster and faster, threads of golden light and midnight-blue temporal energy weaving through my veins, my bones, my nervous system. My heart hammered as the power flooded every cell. The air around me thickened, then thinned. Time itself bent.

Suddenly, everything outside my body slowed to a crawl.

I could see individual dust particles hanging motionless in the air like tiny frozen stars. Angela’s chest rose and fell in glacial slow motion, her lips still parted from her last moan.

A single bead of sweat on her breast took what felt like minutes to slide down her skin.

The domain of God Speed had activated instinctively — a perfect sphere of accelerated time centered on me, maybe ten meters wide at first, where I existed at normal speed while the rest of reality dragged behind like it was underwater.

I tested it immediately. I stood up, dressed in less than a heartbeat — shirt, pants, shoes — all appearing on my body as if I’d willed them into existence. I walked out of the bedroom at a casual pace, but to the world, I was a blur.

Veronica and Mary were still pressed against the doorframe exactly where I’d left them, their eyes wide, fingers frozen mid-rub on their soaked panties. They hadn’t even registered that I’d moved. To them, I had simply vanished and reappeared behind them in the same instant.

Grinning like a madman, I stepped outside the villa into the open air to push the limits.

I started running.