Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 262: Ruling Over The World?

Angela’s breathing was ragged and panicked, her chest heaving as the initial waves of shock finally began to recede from her eyes.

Her gaze cut through the shadows of the room to find me. Though her voice shook, a new sense of iron resolve had taken root. "Who—what are you?" she demanded, her grip on the water glass so intense that her knuckles were drained of color. "Are you truly... the Devil?"

I observed her, feeling a spark of genuine surprise at her rapid recovery. Most individuals would be cowering in a corner, mentally shattered by the display they had just witnessed. Angela, however, was different.

She had composed herself within minutes, her intellect already shifting into gear as she analyzed and adapted to the situation. A faint, predatory smile touched my lips. "Does fear not grip you?" I inquired softly, my tone carrying a hint of amusement.

She looked down, her fingers tracing circles around the rim of the glass before she gave a firm shake of her head. "No," she replied, her voice gaining a defiant stability. "I am not afraid." Lifting her eyes to meet mine, I saw a fire burning within them—a cocktail of rebellion mixed with something more somber, perhaps acceptance or resignation. "Because if your intent was to harm me... that would have happened already."

I tilted my head, fascinated. Her logic was sound. That realization made her far more intriguing than my first impression had suggested.

Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders as if preparing to face a firing squad. "And I wish to apologize," she whispered, her voice dropping significantly.

"For how I acted before. For the manipulation, the threats... all of it." She paused, her eyes flickering with raw emotion—be it shame, regret, or simply the crushing weight of her own desperation.

Angela's voice suddenly cracked, her mask of composure splintering just enough to expose the terrifying vulnerability underneath. "I am not seeking your forgiveness. But I beg of you... let my daughters go." Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap, her breath hitching in sharp, uneven bursts.

"They have done nothing wrong. If a punishment is required—" She swallowed hard, her chin trembling visibly. "Then let it be me."

I closed the distance between us, my fingers ghosting against her cheek. I could feel the warmth of her skin and the frantic rhythm of her heart. For a fleeting second, my eyes drifted down—the way her breathing accentuated her chest was impossible to ignore—but I pulled my focus back to her face. My voice was gentle, nearly kind. "Rest easy. No harm will come to you. Or to them."

A shaky exhale escaped her, and some of the rigidity left her frame, yet her wide eyes continued to search mine for any hint of a lie.

I took a seat beside her, positioned close enough for her to feel the heavy gravity of my presence and the silent power I radiated. "Dexter is my name," I stated in a low, measured tone. "I am merely a human. One gifted with unique abilities." I paused for effect. "And I have arrived here from the future."

Angela gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes grew wide as her mind raced to process the revelation. "But... how could we not know?" she breathed, her voice barely audible. "If a being like you existed..."

She stopped herself, shaking her head as if trying to reclaim her focus. "Forgive me," she said quickly, her voice more stable despite her trembling hands. "It is not my place to pry."

I watched her—the lingering terror, her stiff posture, and the internal struggle to bridge the gap between the woman who had just threatened me and the fragile soul sitting here now. "It is fine," I said calmly. "I choose to tell you."

Leaning back slightly, I let my gaze drift toward the distance before returning to her. "While I am from the future, it is not the same timeline as yours. My arrival here was something of an accident." A dangerous, subtle smile played on my lips. "And currently... my goal is to become the ruler of this world."

Angela’s eyes nearly bulged in shock. "Rule this world?!" she echoed, her volume rising before she clamped a hand over her mouth to silence herself.

I maintained an unreadable expression while watching her. "Now," I said, my voice adopting a more authoritative edge, "tell me about your circumstances. And explain the Exodus Protocol."

Angela wavered, her thoughts clearly in turmoil. She looked at me with a blend of dread, curiosity, and a heavy sense of fatalism. She understood she was standing on the brink of an abyss, where a single mistake could lead to her destruction.

Ultimately, she knew she had no alternative but to speak.

With trembling hands, Angela placed the glass down. The sharp clink resonated through the quiet room like a gunshot. She let out a slow, shuddering breath, her eyes locked onto mine with total resignation.

"The Exodus Protocol..." she started, her voice a mere whisper, "is far more than just a research project." She stopped, her throat tightening as if the words were physically heavy. "It represented the final hope for the human race."

Her eyes drifted away as she retreated into memories she had attempted to suppress. "In the year 2045," she went on, her voice strengthening even as it carried a desperate edge, "once it became clear that humanity was facing extinction... every nation on Earth pooled their greatest scientists, their most cold-blooded strategists, and their finest minds." Her fingers tangled together in her lap, her knuckles turning white.

Angela’s voice shook as she continued the tale. "We were assigned a singular goal: find a cure for the virus... or create technology capable of generating food and sustaining life to save us." Her lips thinned into a hard line, her face darkening.

"But as the years passed... the wealthy and the powerful began to play their games. They were only interested in their own survival." Bitterness seeped into her tone, her eyes flashing with a dormant rage. "One of those men was Walter—the father of Tyler."

She barked out a short, hollow laugh. "He managed to seize total control of the project. He became the tyrant of that world, executing anyone who dared to defy him... and enslaving the survivors into forced research." Her hands balled into fists. "He transformed the Exodus Protocol into his own private weapon. A tool to decide who was allowed to live and who had to die."

Her voice broke, and her eyes shimmered with tears she refused to shed. "But even then... the end was already inevitable." She shook her head, her breathing becoming ragged. "The virus was too widespread. The soil died, the crops failed, and the very air became toxic. Time was running out for everyone." She looked at me, her gaze haunted. "And that was when we discovered it."

I leaned in, my voice low and pressing. "Discovered what?"