Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 304: Jennifer’s Shock

The moment Jennifer’s fingers made contact with my abs, her body convulsed as if she had been electrocuted. "What the fuck—?!" she shrieked, her voice slicing through the quiet, filled with raw terror. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Her eyelids snapped open, revealing eyes wide with panic, while her breathing became shallow and frantic.

Tears flooded her eyes instantly, streaming down her face as she scrambled backward, her hands trembling uncontrollably. "No... no, no, no—" she stammered, her voice fracturing into a desperate sob.

She spun around, her movements frantic and clumsy, as though she no longer had control over her own limbs. "Stay away from me!" she yelled, her throat hoarse from the sudden surge of adrenaline. She raced toward the exit, her fingers trembling as she fought with the lock, her vision clouded by a veil of tears.

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME!" Jennifer’s cries tore through the air, sounding broken and jagged. She slammed her body against the door, her fists hammering the wood and her fingernails digging into the surface as if she could claw her way to freedom through pure desperation.

"PLEASE! ANYBODY! DON’T LET HIM DO THIS!" Her breath hitched in hysterical gasps, her face soaked with tears that caused her mascara to run in dark, messy lines.

I remained where I was, observing her struggle with an unreadable expression. The silence echoing from the rest of the villa was absolute—Emily hadn't rushed to her aid, and the reason was obvious.

These rooms were soundproofed, specifically built to keep secrets contained. Jennifer was completely isolated, and the realization was beginning to sink in.

She whirled around, pressing her back against the door frame, her chest heaving. "Stay away from me!" she screamed, her voice cracking under the strain. "I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU TOUCH ME—!" Her eyes darted wildly around the space, resembling a trapped creature hunting for a way out. "I’ll kill you! I’ll—!"

I took a step forward, keeping my voice steady and deceptively soft. "Jennifer, stop. Just listen—"

"NO!" she bellowed, her voice shattering. "DON’T COME NEAR ME! PLEASE, JUST LET ME GO! I BEG YOU!" She attempted to dodge past me, her hands held up as a shield, but I seized her wrist and pulled her back. She fought against my grip, her entire frame shaking with sobs.

"I CAN’T DO THIS! HOW WILL I EVER LOOK AT MIKE?! PLEASE, JUST LET ME GO! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE—!" Her words dissolved into a choked, hopeless wail as her legs buckled beneath her.

I let out a sigh, picking her up with no effort and settling her onto the bed despite her frantic resistance. She lashed out with her feet, her fists striking my chest, her voice becoming raspy from the screaming. "DON’T TOUCH ME! PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS! I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! MIKE WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS!"

I pinned her down, my hold firm yet not brutal, waiting for her energy to fade. When her loud sobs eventually turned into fractured whimpers, I reached into the system storage to retrieve the mask. With a smooth motion, I activated its power, allowing Mike’s features and his exact voice to settle over my own.

Jennifer’s breathing stopped abruptly as she stared at me, her eyes bulging in disbelief. "H-how...??" she whispered, her voice shaking. "Mike...?" Her body went limp, her mind unable to grasp the sight before her. "This isn’t real... it can’t be possible..." Her fingers twitched, caught between the urge to reach out and the fear of doing so.

I gripped my cock, stroking it with a slow rhythm, my voice heavy with a faked sense of hurt. "Jennifer... I really thought you’d recognize me." I let out a deep, dramatic sigh and shook my head slowly.

"After all the times you’ve welcomed me inside you, all those nights you’ve used those lovely lips on me... I expected you to know." My tone sounded wounded, as if her confusion had genuinely offended me. "I’m truly disappointed, Mother-in-law. I thought our bond was deeper than this."

Jennifer’s complexion turned ghostly pale, her mouth hanging open in shock. "N-no... that’s not—" She shook her head frantically, her voice rising in volume again.

"THIS ISN’T FUNNY! STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" She tried to crawl away, pushing her hands against my chest, but I kept her pinned, my strength unyielding.

"Shhh," I whispered, my voice a perfect mimicry of Mike’s—gentle and soft, like the murmur of a lover. "You know it’s me, Jennifer. You can feel it, can’t you?" I leaned down, my breath warm against her ear as my lips grazed the sensitive skin of her neck. The scent of her terror was sharp and metallic, mixing with her faint perfume in an intoxicating way.

Jennifer’s gaze flickered between my face and my cock, her expression a chaotic mix of skepticism and growing realization. "Mike...?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Is it... is it really you?" Her hands twitched at her sides, as if she were paralyzed between wanting to touch me and being afraid to move.

"But how... how can this be happening?" Her voice broke, her thoughts racing as her body remained frozen between doubt and the terrifying pull of familiarity.

I gave a low, dark chuckle, my fingers tracing a slow, purposeful line up her thigh. "Why don’t you test it for yourself?" I teased, my voice thick with suggestion.

"Take my cock into that naughty pussy of yours. If it fits—if it feels like it belongs there—then you’ll have your answer." I leaned back just enough so she could see the arrogant smirk on my face.

"After all, your pussy is already marked by me, Jennifer. It remembers exactly how I feel."

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her eyes widening. For a brief second, she wavered, her body tight with internal conflict. But then, like a cornered predator finally snapping, she lunged at me, her fingers gripping my shoulders. "It is you!" she hissed, her voice a cocktail of rage and relief. "

You bastard!" Her nails sank into my skin, her eyes flashing with a whirlwind of emotions—fury, bewilderment, and something even more sinister.

"No one else would speak to me this way. No one else would have the nerve!" She shook her head, her voice getting louder. "Always tormenting me, always pushing my limits—only you would be this cruel!"

Suddenly, her resolve crumbled, and her grip loosened. "The mask..." she murmured, her voice shaking. "Mike... was it always you? Or..." She swallowed hard, her eyes searching mine as her darkest suspicion began to surface.

"Is there another Mike? The one my daughter actually married?" Her voice cracked, the question hanging in the air like a sharp blade, agonizing and heavy.

I didn't provide an answer immediately. Instead, I let the silence linger, my smirk widening as I watched her sanity begin to unravel.