Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 605: The White House

I turned to Grace, my voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency. "What is the situation with my mom and dad?" The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fear.

Grace met my gaze, her expression calm but her eyes betraying a flicker of concern. "There is nothing unusual," she reassured me.

"Madam Victoria is sleeping peacefully. Master Richard is in another city. They both are safe." Her words were measured, but I could sense the tension beneath them, the unspoken understanding of what was at stake.

I exhaled slowly, the weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders. "I should go resolve this once and for all," I said, my voice firm.

"So that there should be no further trouble." The thought of my parents, safe but unaware of the chaos unfolding, gnawed at me. As for ruling the world or controlling it, it had never appealed to me. Power, domination, the endless games of thrones and empires—it was all so boring. What I wanted was peace. For them. For us.

I looked at Diana, her dark eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the destroyed villa. The firelight danced across her face, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the storm brewing within her. "I will first take you to the Stone Age," I said, my voice softening.

"Where can you all settle down... rest. I will take care of things here." The words were a promise, a vow. I needed to know they were safe, far from the reach of those who sought to destroy us.

Diana nodded, her expression a mix of concern and trust. She didn’t argue, didn’t question. She simply understood. That was the thing about her—she always did.

Without another word, I activated my speed, the world blurring around me as I moved faster than the eye could track.

In the span of a heartbeat, I gathered all of them—Diana, Angela, Linda, Selena, Grace, and Diana’s subordinates—into my arms. Their bodies were light against mine, their combined weight nothing compared to the strength coursing through me. The wind whipped past us as I carried them away, the air humming with the sheer force of my movement.

And then, we were there.

The Stone Age era stretched out before us, a vast, untouched landscape of rolling hills, dense forests, and a sky so clear it felt like a painting. The air was crisp, untouched by the pollution and chaos of the modern world. It was a place out of time, a sanctuary where they could rebuild, where they could breathe.

Then these houses and fortresses in the middle were even more amazing for them.

I set them down gently, ensuring they were steady on their feet. Linda looked around, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief. "This... this is incredible," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The others were equally stunned, their expressions a blend of wonder and caution.

I didn’t linger. There was no time. "Settle in. Rest. I’ll be back," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument.

I trusted Diana and Angela to take charge, to keep them all safe. With one last look at the group, I turned and ran, my body a blur as I left them behind, the Stone Age era fading into the distance.

The destroyed villa came back into view, the flames still raging, the smoke billowing into the sky like a dark, ominous cloud. The sight of it twisted something inside me—a mix of anger and resolve. This ended now.

I turned and ran directly toward the President’s house, my destination clear: The White House.

I moved in slow motion, my body vibrating at a frequency that rendered me invisible to the human eye. The world around me was a haze of colors and shapes, the people on the streets oblivious to my presence. I was a ghost, a shadow slipping through the cracks of their reality.

And then, I was there.

I stood outside the office where President Kevin Frank sat, his posture rigid, his expression grim. Through the window, I could see him clearly, his fingers steepled in front of him, his gaze fixed on the screen displaying the destroyed villa.

The image was stark—a smoldering ruin, the remnants of a place that had once been a sanctuary. The other members of his team stood around him, their faces a mix of satisfaction and unease.

I used God Speed to move at a velocity that made me invisible, the air around me shimmering with the force of my movement. And then, just as suddenly, I stopped, the world resuming its normal pace as if I had never been there at all.

Kevin Frank leaned forward in his chair, his voice low but carrying the weight of his authority. "Are they dead?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the screen.

The man standing next to him, a tall figure in a dark suit, nodded. "Yes. There is no chance of survival." His tone was clinical, devoid of emotion, as if he were discussing the weather.

Kevin sighed, rubbing his temples as if the weight of his decisions was physically pressing down on him. "It’s good," he murmured, though there was no relief in his voice, only exhaustion. "So many of our people died... Vincent, Ryan... It’s a pity." There was a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, perhaps, or the ghost of a conscience.

The man next to him shifted uncomfortably. "Sir, you did the right thing. The most important thing is to eliminate the threat." His voice was firm, but there was a hint of uncertainty beneath it, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as Kevin.

Kevin nodded, his expression hardening. "Hope we are right." The words were heavy, laced with doubt. He stood up, his chair scraping against the floor, the sound sharp in the tense silence. "Let’s pack up," he said, his voice taking on a tone of finality.

"And announce the news that there was a gas leak at the villa, which caused it to explode. We don’t want others to know that some civilians died." His gaze was steely, his resolve unwavering. The lie was already taking shape, the narrative being crafted to hide the truth.

The man next to Kevin nodded, but his hesitation was palpable. "Ok, sir... but we might have a problem." He cleared his throat, his fingers tightening around the folder he held. "We have news that Dexter—Senator Richard’s son—was also in that villa."

Kevin’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened, the wheels of his mind turning. "Let’s wait and look at his reaction... to make a decision." His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a cold calculation. The political chessboard was already shifting, the pieces moving into place.

The man nodded, his face grim. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the weight of their choices.

And I watched it all, unseen, unheard.