Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 488: The Speedster God Awakens

Angela was drawn into my embrace, her form quivering from the lingering tremors of her climaxes, her skin glistening with perspiration and marks from our wicked rutting.

She was clutched firmly to my torso, her face nestled against my shoulder while we sprawled entwined on the sheets, her breaths gradually calming down.

The aroma of our passion mingled with her scent saturated the space, a nasty echo of my total domination of her backside mere moments before.

Through a casual mental command, the system panel activated, its customary blue holographic display emerging before my vision like an exclusive gateway to divine authority.

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:

At the screen's base, the Super-Market Store section throbbed temptingly, offering whatever my corrupt desires craved — lavish meals from vanished eras, attire crafted from unreal materials, supreme skills, world-altering powers, or the filthiest erotic adventures purchasable with points. Every item demanded Pervert Points, and after endless months of furious pounding and humiliating cucks, I now possessed ample supply.

Notifications burst forth in a flood over the display, each paired with a pleasing tone and a tiny holographic reenactment of the action.

Just the recollections made my shaft stir. A feral smirk crossed my features as the sum climbed past one million. One million Pervert Points. At last.

Through all the betrayals, the bold exposures, the shattered families, and the nonstop internal releases, I'd amassed godlike wealth. Exhilaration surged through my veins. This surpassed mere might — it granted liberty to reshape existence itself.

The Super-Market Store was accessed with a swipe, and I browsed the Abilities & Skills category, narrowing to options near or below one million points. Endless alluring entries paraded by. 3D cards rotated, showcasing stunning previews and enticing clips.

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

Demon God — 1,000,000 PP

Hundreds of others beckoned: personal realms for nonstop gangbangs, devices to replay past trysts indefinitely, vessels for galactic domination (and harem expansion), plus full cultivation paths — dual practices boosting strength via increasingly potent women, culminating in eternal life through unbridled carnal force.

The cultivation area caught my gaze, recollections of countless Chinese webnovels surging up: grueling meridian clearing, savage hurdles, endless seclusion for tiny progress.

Screw that nonsense. Why toil for ages when immortality was mine already? Healing Factor ensured undying resilience, Limit Breaker defied all bodily limits.

I embodied catastrophe incarnate. Squandering a million on gradual cultivation resembled choosing a bike over my supersonic ride.

God Speed kept pulling my attention. It stood apart. True time-space mastery might rip open a path to my former reality.

The realm where Peter shot my head mid-thrust in Helena’s rear. Where death came amid shrieks, only for Stone Age rebirth with this system. Helena’s flawless, avaricious hole and Peter’s gloating revenge lingered in nightly torments.

Hesitation vanished. God Speed was chosen, purchase confirmed with a decisive tap.

As the 1,000,000 Pervert Points vanished, an explosion ignited within my core.

From my soul's depths, a howling maelstrom of temporal and spatial force burst at my chest's heart, akin to a singularity spawned inside.

Velocity mounted relentlessly, golden strands and deep-blue time threads lacing my bloodstream, skeleton, nerves. My pulse thundered while potency saturated each fiber. Ambient air grew dense, then sparse. Chronology warped.

Abruptly, the outer world decelerated to a halt.

Dust motes floated suspended like icy specks of light. Angela’s bosom heaved in torturously slow rhythm, mouth agape from her final cry.

One droplet of sweat on her chest inched downward over ages, it seemed.

Instinctively, the God Speed domain sprang to life—a flawless orb of hastened time fixed upon me, roughly ten meters in diameter at the start, where I moved at regular speed as the entire world slogged along like it was submerged underwater.

I put it to the test without delay. Rising swiftly, I donned my shirt, pants, and shoes in under a heartbeat, them snapping onto my frame as though summoned by my mere desire. I sauntered from the bedroom at an easy stride, yet to everyone else, I blurred into a streak.

Veronica and Mary stayed jammed against the doorframe precisely as I'd left them, eyes bulging wide, fingers stuck mid-caress over their dripping panties. They hadn't even noticed my departure. In their perception, I'd just blinked out of sight and rematerialized behind them in one frozen moment.

A wild grin splitting my face, I strode out of the villa into the crisp open air, ready to probe its extremes.

I broke into a run.