Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 302: Final Warning

A massive, battle-worn man with a gravelly voice forced his way to the front of the pack. With clenched fists and eyes burning with the arrogance of a self-appointed ruler, he spat on the dirt. His lip curled in contempt as he bellowed over the clamoring mob:

"Listen up, all of you!" he snarled, his voice thick with a forced sense of command.

"We aren't some animals to be rounded up and thrown away! This very fortress was constructed with OUR sweat and OUR blood! Sir Walter led us here—we paid for this territory, and we bled for it! Now, some outsider—some freak—thinks he can just snatch it away?" He let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed bitterly as he scanned the faces of the crowd.

"Do you honestly believe they have the means to kill every one of us? Just look at them!" He gestured aggressively toward the battlements where Max and his squad stood watch. "They are completely outnumbered! It's a bluff! They need us far more than we need them!"

The masses roared in approval, pumping their fists into the air with faces distorted by fury.

"We can't permit this!" a woman shrieked, her voice cracking under the weight of her desperation. "They plan to rip our families apart! Our wives and daughters get to stay inside while we're left to rot out here like stray dogs?!"

"NO!" the aspiring leader thundered, turning his voice into a rallying cry. "We charge that gate! We reclaim what belongs to us! They won't have the guts to fire—they can't! They require our labor to keep this place running! Without us, they are nothing!"

A younger man, his face crimson with rage, yelled from the midst of the throng: "What about the son of Sir Walter? Tyler was meant to be our leader! Where has he gone? Where is our true chief?!"

The pretender flashed a cruel, calculating grin. "Exactly! Tyler has vanished—gone—and now these frauds think they can just pilfer his birthright?" He struck his chest firmly. "I say we take control! We determine our own destiny! We storm the entrance and take back what is ours!"

The crowd erupted, their individual shouts fusing into a single, thunderous vibration.

"WE CAN’T LET THIS HAPPEN!"

"THEY WON’T DARE STOP US!"

"WE OUTNUMBER THEM!"

Like a rising tide of malice, they began to surge forward, hands reaching desperately for the gate.

Max remained immovable, his rifle leveled and his expression a mask of frigid determination. Beside him stood the five soldiers who had witnessed my true power; they gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes tracking the movements of the mob.

"FINAL WARNING!" Max's voice boomed, slicing through the bedlam. "Move back, or you will be fired upon!"

The man leading the dissent laughed, a sound dripping with mockery. "Oh, give me a break!" He spread his arms wide, taunting the guards.

"You think we fear you, Max? You’re just one man with a single gun! And who are you even defending? Some woman playing queen?" He spat again, his gaze sharpening. "You're a turncoat, Max. A coward. Sir Walter would be turning in his grave if he could see you right now!"

One of the hesitant soldiers—a young man looking visibly shaken—stepped forward, lowering his barrel. "Max, stop!" His voice trembled, though he tried to remain firm. "We can't do this! These are our own people! We can't just... just shoot them down!"

Max didn't even blink. "You idiot," he growled low. "You think this is about who's loyal? You think this is about playing fair?" He pointed upward toward my position. "You saw what he did to Walter. You saw what happened to Tyler. And you still believe you can stand against him?"

The young private swallowed hard, but an older, more stubborn soldier stepped up, aiming his rifle directly at Max. "That's enough, Max!" he hissed. "We're done following your insanity! You aren't going to murder innocent people for the sake of some monster hiding behind those walls!"

Max’s eyes glinted. "You're a fool," he said with deadly composure. "You have no idea what you're dealing with."

The instigator in the crowd grinned, smelling blood in the water. "See?! Even his own men don't trust him!" He raised a fist high. "NOW! Push through! They won't stop us!"

The mob lunged forward.

The mutinous soldiers moved with speed. One lunged at Max, shoving him violently to the ground. Another snatched the rifle from his hands, delivering a kick to his ribs as he struggled to get back up.

"Max is done for!" the older soldier yelled to the cheering crowd. "The gate belongs to us!"

The five loyalists attempted to resist, but they were swamped by the sheer numbers. Fists were thrown, and rifles clattered against the stone floor.

One of Max’s supporters took a heavy blow to the head and collapsed. Another was swarmed and dragged away, his limbs pinned behind him.

"Pathetic!" the false leader spat, stepping over Max’s bruised body. "Now, get that gate open!"

But then—

A single, rhythmic clap echoed from above.

The entire assembly fell into a sudden, heavy silence.

I stepped into view, my mere presence enough to freeze them where they stood. My voice acted like a blade, cutting through the thick tension:

"How precious."

The leader's smug expression faltered. His eyes shot upward, finally locking onto me. For the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face.

I let a smile spread across my lips.

"You truly believe you're the one in charge here?" I asked, my voice a low purr of amusement. "Do you honestly think your numbers mean anything?"

The mob's resolve began to crumble. Several people took instinctive steps backward. The soldiers who had just betrayed Max swallowed nervously, their hands shaking as they held their stolen weapons.

I leaned over the edge, my eyes locking onto the instigator like a predator watching its prey. His bravado had evaporated; he was pale, and his lips twitched as he stared up at me.

"You certainly talked a big game," I remarked softly, my tone almost paternal, like a father expressing disappointment.

"You labeled me a monster. A bandit." A dark, low chuckle vibrated in my chest. "You have no concept of how right you are."

Then—I unleashed it.

A surge of power pulsed through my veins as I triggered my Eternal Vitality. My body became a vessel of invulnerability, my skin shimmering with the luster of liquid metal for a brief, stunning moment.

The T-shirt I was holding rippled and shrank, twisting and reshaping itself in my hands until it transformed into a sleek, black machine gun. Its barrel hummed with the glow of laser energy, and the air surrounding it distorted from the intense heat.

The soldiers below were paralyzed with shock.

"H-How is that possible?!" one stammered, his weapon wobbling. "What the hell is happening?!" another screamed, his voice hitting a high pitch. "How did that gun appear?!"

Terror quickly spiraled into a full-blown panic.

A few soldiers, driven by raw instinct rather than logic, raised their guns and opened fire. Bullets streaked toward my position—

Only to bounce off my skin like pebbles hitting a steel hull.

The spent rounds fell to the earth, clinking against the stone and forming a pile of useless lead. The soldiers' expressions were twisted in pure horror as they continued to pull their triggers, their weapons eventually clicking on empty chambers.

I raised the machine gun, the laser-emitting barrel glowing with a predatory red light.

"You wanted to see a monster?" I snarled, my voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Well, here I am."