Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 510: Diana’s Hidden Identity

This time, I chose to retreat—a mere few minutes into the past. Even this brief temporal displacement unsettled me. I was unsure if it would fracture the timeline, create a paradox, or unleash unforeseen consequences.

Nevertheless, the imperative to uncover Diana's true fate eclipsed my apprehension. Thus, I resolved to revisit the precise future moment from which I had originated.

Opening the portal, I traversed through, reappearing at the exact instant of my arrival in this altered timeline.

The distant glow of the amusement park lights persisted. Swiftly, I consulted the GPS tracker I had surreptitiously affixed to Diana earlier. The signal indicated rapid movement, propelling away from the park.

Without a moment's delay, I invoked God Speed. The world dissolved into a blur of light and color as I reached an unimaginable velocity. At this phenomenal speed, I remained utterly imperceptible. In a flash, I was running alongside the vehicle, matching its pace effortlessly.

Within the car, the scene contorted something deep within my core. This was not the vibrant, joyous Diana with whom I had spent the afternoon. Her countenance was ashen with stark terror, her eyes wide and frantically scanning.

The lively gleam I had witnessed when she shrieked with delight on the roller coaster or clung to me within the haunted house had utterly vanished.

Then, the unfolding drama presented itself before me.

The woman at the wheel abruptly reached over, unannounced, and pulled a thick, black cloth over Diana’s head, plunging her into darkness. Diana’s stifled gasp of shock was audible even from my vantage point outside.

The car veered slightly before accelerating once more, hurtling toward a large, nondescript office building in the city center. From the exterior, it appeared entirely ordinary—employees in business attire entering and exiting, vehicles parked neatly, a picture of a typical workday.

I followed, my invisible form drifting alongside, maintaining a silent pursuit.

The car descended into the underground parking facility. A fortified security barrier, guarded by two formidable bodyguards clad in sharp black suits, barred the entrance. The driver presented an ID card, and the barrier slid open seamlessly. I passed through the gap behind them without a whisper.

The vehicle halted in a dimly lit, expansive subterranean parking area populated by numerous other luxury automobiles. The instant it stopped, a contingent of armed individuals emerged from the gloom, firearms drawn and ready. They established a tight cordon around the car.

The woman in the driver's seat removed the black cloth. Diana blinked rapidly, breathing heavily, her hair slightly disheveled. The woman exited the vehicle and motioned coldly.

“Get out,” she commanded tonelessly.

Diana hesitated for a fleeting second before exiting the car. Immediately, the armed men converged behind her, their presence radiating menace. Her voice trembled with panic as she demanded, “Where am I? Who are you people? Do you have any idea how illegal this is? Kidnapping someone in broad daylight—you’ll all rot in prison for this!”

No response was offered. They simply guided her through a dimly lit corridor and propelled her into a stark, windowless interrogation chamber.

The door crashed shut behind her with a heavy, metallic finality. I remained invisible, positioned mere feet away, observing the entire scene with escalating unease.

Diana was left alone in the cold, sterile room for close to thirty minutes. The silence was suffocating. She paced incessantly, her fists clenched, muttering angry words beneath her breath.

Finally, the same woman reappeared. She had changed into a pristine black suit, exuding the aura of a professional operative. She pulled out the metal chair opposite Diana, sat down deliberately, and gazed at her with icy, unblinking eyes.

“Allow me to introduce myself properly,” the woman stated with a faint smile. “I am Selena Wickers, and I represent the government.”

Diana remained utterly silent, her jaw rigid, her eyes burning with suppressed fury.

Selena leaned forward slightly. “Diana Lance… daughter of Victor Lance. We possess all necessary knowledge concerning you and your lineage. Our sole objective is to ascertain the whereabouts of Victor Lance.”

Behind the one-way glass, I froze, my mind in overdrive. Victor Lance? Who in the blazes is Victor Lance? Some kind of notorious criminal?

Diana’s voice was low and measured. “I do not know his location.”

Selena’s expression hardened instantly. She slammed her palm onto the metal tabletop. “Do not deceive me! Do you presume we are amateurs? Abandon the pretense of innocence, Diana. Victor may be the public face of malevolence, but you—you are the true architect orchestrating the entire operation.”

“Victor’s cherished daughter discreetly governs the entire arms enterprise. It is you who supplies weapons to rogue nations and terrorists, weapons subsequently employed against our own citizens!”

Selena’s voice escalated. “It is in your utmost interest to disclose Victor’s hiding place. Otherwise…”

Before her threat could even be completed, Diana’s entire presence underwent a dramatic shift. The frantic woman she had been moments before was gone, replaced by a chilling, imperious ice queen.

With a languid grace, she crossed her long legs, settled back into her seat with an air of nonchalant superiority, and directed a sharp, menacing gaze at Selena.

"Otherwise... what?" Diana inquired, her tone laced with potent venom and unwavering self-assurance.

Selena’s lips curved into a smile, clearly relishing the turn of events. She smoothly slid a photograph across the table.

"And what about him?"

My breath caught in my chest, my heart pounding. There I was, captured in a clear, recent photograph – grinning, taken during one of our shared intimate moments.

Diana’s eyes flickered with surprise for an instant before erupting in a blaze of incandescent fury. She brought her hands down on the table with such force that the metal shrieked in protest.

"Do you honestly dare?!" she roared, her voice escalating sharply. "You have the audacity to threaten him? Lay even a single finger on him, and I vow to reduce your entire pitiful organization to ashes!"

Selena, completely unmoved, leaned back and erupted into a derisive peal of laughter. "Hahaha... I never imagined the notorious Diana Lance would lose her composure so readily. How utterly heartwarming. The ice queen, it seems, possesses a vulnerability."

She continued, a smug smirk playing on her lips, "We are privy to every facet of your existence, Diana. Every minute detail. Your attire, your associations, your diet... and precisely whom your heart belongs to."