Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 489: Back To The Future

Initially, the speed was mere swiftness—quicker than any mortal could ever imagine. With my intent, the domain stretched outward, the sphere of hastened time swelling around me until the whole world seemed encased in amber as I raced through streams of molten lightning.

Landscapes smeared into vibrant streaks. Trees, earth, heavens—everything dissolved into flat bands of brilliance. Wind shrieked by my ears, yet within my domain, a ghostly quiet prevailed, shielded.

Faster.

The haze intensified. Existence started warping. The light bands coiled into a luminous conduit of raw power—golden, azure, and purple filaments of time-space twisting about me like the confines of a galactic thoroughfare. I sensed the universe's weave pulling taut, fraying, and splitting at the fringes.

Innumerable gateways sparked to life along the conduit's sides: round vistas into different instants, distant locales.

Certain ones displayed epic clashes from antiquity, others revealed futures of my dominion over realms of women, some depicted variant editions of my own conquests. Every gateway throbbed in rhythm with my pulse.

I honed my thoughts like a beam. I envisioned the precise instant, the specific chamber, the very moment Peter ended me—the tang of gun smoke, Helena’s wail, the warm blood splattering over her breasts.

A gateway tore wide right before me, bigger and steadier than the rest, its borders sparking with chrono-electric arcs. Beyond it, the tableau unfolded in ultra-slow motion: my former self kneeling, Peter’s pistol lifted, Helena’s features locked in dread amid her shriek.

I passed through without slowing.

The shift struck like plunging into frozen depths. The conduit imploded in my wake, and I materialized in the bygone era. God Speed's domain burst forth savagely upon entry, dragging the whole room to almost standstill.

My earlier form tumbled in ponderous slow motion, gore unfurling from the gunshot like a scarlet bloom petal by petal. Peter’s digit lingered on the trigger pull, the barrel flare a static fiery petal. Helena’s sobs suspended in the air like jewels.

Peter and Helena remained blind to me. I operated so vastly beyond their grasp that I inhabited another stratum of time.

In one pulse, I pondered rescue—extending a hand, halting the slug barehanded, pulverizing Peter’s cranium before he could react. Yet a chill surge of cosmic dread engulfed me.

Should I preserve that iteration of myself, might this iteration—the one wielding the system, the harem, the divine abilities—simply vanish? Could the chronology crumble, wiping out all I'd forged? The paradox hazard loomed too great. I refused to wager my present divinity on a salvation ploy.

Rather, I wielded the domain anew. I cranked the haste to extremes, rendering my form a blurred streak of action—too rapid for photons to seize and mirror accurately.

I turned utterly unseen, a specter in ultra-velocity. I orbited the space, scrutinizing each facet as the realm beyond my sway inched ahead one torturous tick at a time.

Satisfied at last, I deliberately contracted the domain, permitting the haste bubble to revert to standard. Existence lurched ahead like a taut cord released.

Peter’s words burst to full tempo: "Motherfucker... trying to cuckold me."

He spun toward Helena, still weeping. "Keep your fucking mouth shut about this. If Dexter’s father ever finds out, we’re both dead. You live only if I live. Got it?"

Helena bobbed her head wildly, tears cascading over her cheeks.

They hauled my remains to my own vehicle—the glossy black ride I'd brought for that doomed tryst—and crammed it into the boot. Helena sank to her knees and frenziedly mopped my blood from the floor with panicked swipes as Peter commanded like a commander:

"Wipe every inch. Burn the sheets. I already deleted the CCTV. We’ll drive this car off a cliff with his body inside and call it a drunk accident. No traces. No DNA. Understand?"

I shadowed them unseen, still harnessing God Speed's brink, perched as a wraith in the rear seat while they rocketed from the city along the precipice path.

Gale roared without, but my domain held serenity. Peter piloted with icy accuracy; Helena gazed fixed ahead, fingers trembling in her lap.

At the remote vantage, they lugged my body to the driver's perch, soaked it in bargain whiskey, and pitched the car over the brink. I surged speed once more, vaulting from the plummeting machine in a blur of velocity.

The vehicle somersaulted, crashed against the boulders beneath, and detonated in flames.

My corpse slid from the gaping door during descent... and disintegrated into twinkling motes of golden radiance the moment it neared impact. No collision. No remnants. Simply... vanished. As though the cosmos had retrieved it.

I lingered amid the flames for an extended instant, domain completely engaged, observing the particles dissolve. No oddities. No secret hints. Simply total obliteration.

Toward the vacant spot where my previous body had disappeared, I murmured in a hushed, earnest tone:

The enigma remained far too immense for me to crack this evening. My strength fell short still.

Casting aside the burden, recollections of my actual family poured in—most prominently my mother. The lady untouched by my gaze since the moment of my demise in this era.

God Speed surged to life anew, domain bursting forth until the whole metropolis twisted into a corridor of brilliance. I bolted ahead.

Reality warped around me yet again—portals flashing, space-time contorting—but now my aim fixed on hearth and home.

The known path, the splendid villa crowning the hillside. Space and chronology held no sway. In the span of three heart throbs, I stood before the entrance gates, domain retracting as I eased into an ordinary pace.

The villa stood precisely as etched in my mind—refined, formidable, everlasting. A torrent of memories engulfed me like a raging surge: childish giggles, my father’s firm commands, my mother’s tender embraces through every win and loss.