Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 511: Godmother’s Obsession

Selena tapped the photograph. "We've observed that you've been keeping tabs on this young man since his birth. You're privy to every woman he's dated, his preferences, what arouses him, and what crushes his spirit... you know it all."

Diana's hands formed tight fists, her knuckles starkly white. "I am his godmother. Naturally, I watch over him. That's the role of a godmother, isn't it?"

Selena erupted in a peal of scornful laughter. "Godmother? Spare me. Do you truly believe a godmother would blush like an infatuated adolescent while holding her nephew's hand tightly on a roller coaster? Or cling to him with desperation in a haunted house, pressing your entire body against his as if you were a lover? We possess the recordings, Diana. Every single frame."

Diana sprang up from her seat, her face alight with indignant rage. "What kind of vile fabrication are you spewing?! Silence your disgusting mouth!"

Selena let out a low, dark chuckle, clearly savoring Diana's reaction. "Fabrication? We tracked your every moment that day. The shrieks of delight you emitted on the rides, the way you embraced him so fiercely in the haunted house when the apparition appeared... your bosom pressed against his chest."

"There's no need for denial. I must confess, I am quite astonished. A woman as notoriously cruel and unyielding as yourself has actually fallen in love. Many men who attempted to get close to you in the past... their remains were never recovered."

Diana's eyes ignited with a homicidal fury. She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "Listen to me with absolute clarity, you pathetic government pawn. Should you dare to harm even a single strand of his hair... should you so much as direct a malicious thought his way..."

"I will personally ensure your torment in ways beyond your comprehension. I will dismantle your world piece by painstaking piece until nothing remains but smoldering ashes. Do you grasp my meaning?"

I remained there, completely unseen, my throat constricted by a tempest of emotions I couldn't possibly articulate. Diana—my godmother—cherished me. Not with the gentle, familial affection I had always assumed, but with a profound, ardent, almost consuming love. Even my own mother was oblivious to this facet of her existence. The revelation struck me with the force of a physical blow.

Witnessing her defend me with such ferocity, such unwavering protectiveness, caused my heart to ache in a manner entirely novel. Someone harbored such intense affection for me—enough to threaten ruin and destruction. And at this very moment, she was jeopardizing her freedom, her safety, her very everything, all on my behalf.

Selena reclined in her chair, a sardonic smile gracing her lips as she resumed her taunting of Diana.

"You should be aware that escape from this predicament alive is not an option," she stated icily. "Considering the gravity of the offenses you and your father have committed, execution would be the most merciful outcome. However, my organization perceives some residual utility in you. Therefore, it would be in your best interest to cease this charade and divulge the precise location of Victor Lance's refuge."

Selena paused, a glint of malice in her eyes. "Otherwise... who can predict what unfortunate fate might befall your beloved nephew? My apologies—I meant your young paramour. A tragic vehicular mishap... a street robbery gone awry... You understand how perilous the world has become lately."

The overt menace lingered palpably in the atmosphere.

I observed Diana intently. Her gaze blazed with raw, unadulterated rage, her hands balled into fists upon the table. For a fleeting instant, the room was enveloped in an unnerving silence. Then, unexpectedly, Diana emitted a low, menacing chuckle.

"Ha... ha ha ha..." Her laughter began softly, then escalated, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Selena Wickers... or whatever your true designation may be... do you genuinely believe you have achieved victory?"

Abruptly, a cacophony erupted from beyond the interrogation room—the sharp reports of gunfire, urgent shouts, and the scurry of footsteps reverberated through the corridor.

Selena's smug facade crumbled instantaneously. She jolted upright, her eyes wide with disbelief. Before she could even react, the door was violently flung open.

A subordinate burst in, leaned close to Selena's ear, and delivered a rapid, urgent whisper. I watched the color drain from Selena's face. A sheen of sweat beaded on her forehead, and her breathing grew shallow and rapid.

Diana tilted her head slightly, her voice laced with mock solicitude. "Oh? Is something troubling you, Selena? Would you care to confide in me what is amiss? Perhaps I could offer some assistance..."

Selena pounded a fist on the table, her voice quavering with fury. "It's you... It's your people! How on earth did they breach this facility? This building is supposed to be impenetrable!"

The din of gunfire intensified, drawing nearer, unyielding. The door splintered open once more with a resounding crash. A tall, armed woman entered first, her weapon aimed directly at Selena's head. Two more women followed closely behind her, their firearms also trained on the agent.

Diana raised her hand with deliberate calm. "Do not terminate her."

All three women immediately adjusted their stances slightly, responding in unison, their voices a blend of respect and crisp obedience, "Yes, Boss."

Diana rose slowly, an aura of absolute command surrounding her. "Find out every conceivable detail about her – her family, her lover, her friends, her financial situation... I demand all of it. Destroy her life."

I watched, utterly speechless. My Aunt Diana... is she really this formidable? This powerful? Strangely, I felt no remorse for the potential victims. As long as everyone I cherished remained safe, I realized I wouldn’t care if the entire world crumbled to ash.

Selena’s eyes widened in sheer panic. "No... please, don't... I can—"

Before she could utter another word, one of Diana’s enforcers moved with uncanny speed, felling Selena with a single, expertly placed blow, rendering her unconscious. Her body collapsed onto the table.

Diana then addressed the woman who appeared to be her second-in-command. "Grace, is everything concluded?"

Grace gave a swift nod, yet I detected a subtle hesitation in her gaze. Diana noticed it instantly.

"What is it?" Diana inquired, her tone growing sharper.

Grace swallowed nervously. "Boss... it's... it's..."

Diana's patience evaporated. Her voice turned glacial and demanding. "What? Speak!"

Grace hesitated for only a fleeting moment before the words tumbled out, "Boss... Master Dexter has vanished."

The revelation struck like a thunderclap.

Diana’s face contorted with unbridled wrath. Flames seemed to ignite in her eyes as she surged from her seat, her entire being radiating a deadly fury. "What?!" she bellowed.

"Did I not command you to keep him under constant surveillance?! Find him immediately! Utilize every asset at our disposal! If he cannot be located within the hour... do not bother returning. Simply cease to exist."

Her voice boomed, saturated with raw, protective rage. The subordinates visibly recoiled, overwhelmed by the sheer force of her anger.