Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 260: The Devil in Disguise

With a heavy thud, Tyler’s back slammed against the wall, his breathing coming in frantic, jagged gulps. Terror completely consumed his face; his eyes were bloodshot and wide, and his lips curled back in a desperate, animalistic snarl.

"QUICK!" he screamed, his voice breaking under the weight of his hysteria. "SHOOT HIM TO DEATH! NO MATTER WHAT HE IS—I DON’T BELIEVE HE CAN SURVIVE THIS!"

The bodyguards, who had been paralyzed by shock, suddenly snapped into motion at his order. With trembling fingers, they fumbled at their holsters and drew their handguns. In a blur of movement, I pulled Angela behind my back just as the first flash of gunfire illuminated the room.

BANG!

The bullet impacted my shoulder. My shirt’s fabric disintegrated in a spray of shredded threads, and a shockwave rippled through my frame—yet there was no pain. No blood spilled. There was only the dull, metallic clink of lead hitting an unbreakable barrier. Upon impact, the projectile deformed, flattening out like a coin before it clattered onto the floor.

BANG! BANG!

Two more rounds were fired—one hitting my chest and the other my stomach. My shirt was torn to ribbons by the assault, the bullets piercing the cloth only to fall uselessly at my feet. The bodyguards’ eyes bulged in pure horror as they realized their firearms were completely ineffective.

"KEEP SHOOTING!" Tyler shrieked, spittle flying from his mouth. "KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW!"

A storm of gunfire erupted throughout the room.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

A rain of lead poured toward me from every direction. My attire was reduced to mere rags, and the air grew thick with the sharp scent of gunpowder and the deafening thunder of shots. Every hit sent a jolt through me, the kinetic force pushing me back a fraction of a step—and yet, my skin remained unpierced. There wasn't a single scratch or a drop of blood.

Driven by panic, one bodyguard stepped forward and pressed his barrel directly against my temple.

"DIE!" he bellowed, squeezing the trigger.

BANG!

The bullet hit my forehead—directly between my eyes—and bounced off with a metallic ring, spinning away before burying itself in the wall behind. My vision didn't even waver.

Angela let out a soul-shattering scream, "MIKE!", her voice cracking with fright. She grabbed my arm, her fingernails sinking into my skin as if she could protect me from the barrage. But I required no protection.

The bodyguards recoiled, their pistols clicking on empty chambers. One after another, they let their weapons fall, their faces pale and their limbs shaking. "W-what the fuck...?" one of them croaked, his voice trembling. "W-what the fuck is he?!"

Tyler had dropped to his knees, hyperventilating in ragged gasps. "N-no... no, no, NO!" he wailed, his fingers clawing at his own skin. "This isn’t happening! This isn’t FUCKING HAPPENING!"

The final bodyguard, with a shaking hand, discharged one last desperate round—aimed point-blank at my heart.

BANG!

The lead flattened against my chest and hit the floor like a discarded stone.

Silence took over.

The only sounds remaining were Tyler’s pathetic whimpers and Angela’s heavy breathing. The bodyguards stood as if frozen, the color drained from their skin, staring at me as if I were a demonic entity.

I raised my hand, brushing my fingers over the spots on my chest where the bullets had hit. My skin was flawless. Unmarked. Invulnerable.

Angela’s hold on my arm tightened as she whispered in a shaky voice, "Mike... what are you?"

I offered no reply. Instead, I shifted my focus to Tyler, who was now curled in a fetal position, his body shaking with sobs. "You should have walked away," I remarked, my voice low and dangerously steady.

The bodyguards backed away, pressing themselves into the walls in a futile attempt to escape. One of them whimpered, "Please... please, we didn’t know—!"

The spent shells crunched under my boots like the bones of the fallen as I stepped toward them, my shadow stretching out long and dark, consuming Tyler entirely.

The atmosphere in the room grew thick and suffocating, with the smell of fear and gunpowder clinging to everything. The bodyguards remained pinned against the walls, their breath coming in terrified hitches. One was crying openly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Now," I spoke, my voice a deep, lethal growl that seemed to vibrate the very foundations, "you are going to understand the meaning of true despair."

With a slow and deliberate hand, I reached up and stripped away the mask—the magical tool that had hidden my identity from the world. As it came off, a pulse of dark energy surged through the room, killing the lights for a single, terrifying heartbeat. When the dim light returned, my true face was exposed.

Tyler’s eyes stretched wide in pure, unmitigated horror. His features twisted as he scrambled backward in terror, his heels scraping against the marble. "H-he’s the Devil!" he wailed, his voice rising into a high-pitched scream. "PLEASE! I BEG YOU, MASTER! LET ME GO! I’LL TRADE YOU MY SOUL! ANYTHING! JUST DON’T—!"

His plea turned into a choked sob as a dark stain bloomed across his trousers. The bitter smell of urine filled the air, mingling with the metallic scent of cold sweat. His frame convulsed, his fingers scratching at the floor as if trying to dig a hole to safety.

Angela gasped, her grip on my arm becoming painful as she recoiled, her eyes fixed on my face. "Mike...?" she breathed, her voice shaking with shock. "What are you?"

I didn't answer her. My eyes stayed locked on Tyler, who was now pressing his brow against the floor, his entire body trembling. "Mercy, My lord!" he whined, snot and tears running down his face. "I’ll give you everything! My wealth! My men! My life! Just spare me!"

The bodyguards had all fallen to their knees, their faces ghostly white and their hands folded in prayer. One was mumbling nonsense, his lips moving in silent desperation. Another began to rock back and forth, his eyes rolled back as if his mind had been shattered by what he saw.

I knelt down in front of Tyler, my fingers grazing his shaking shoulder. He recoiled as if burned, a whimper escaping him.

"You should have been more cautious with your threats," I whispered, my voice a dark caress. "Now you have witnessed what happens when you provoke a power you cannot comprehend."

Tyler’s breath hitched, his body stiffening with dread. "P-please..." he choked out, his voice a mere whisper. "I didn’t know! I didn’t know!"

I tilted my head, observing him like a scientist looks at a pathetic specimen. "Oh, but you did," I said quietly. "Deep down, you always knew. You just believed you were beyond reach." I stood up, my shadow looming over him once again. "And now you will pay the price for your arrogance."