Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 322: Fooling Emily

A tempest of panic broke over Emily. Her breathing became jagged and shallow, her gaze flickering with a volatile blend of rage and hopelessness. Before I had a chance to move, she threw herself at me, her palms crashing against my chest with strikes powered by a sense of utter betrayal.

"Tell me what happened to Mike!" she shrieked, her voice snapping under the strain.

"Where is he?! And take this mask off!" Her nails dug into my skin as she clawed at my face, trying to physically tear away the facade. "You stole his face! You’ve been living his life!"

I offered no resistance. Instead, I reached up and triggered the deactivation of the MASK, watching as it dissolved into nothingness right before her. The shift was instantaneous—my true features emerged as the illusion evaporated.

Stumbling backward, Emily pressed her hands against her mouth, her eyes stretching wide with terror. "No..." she murmured, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "No, no, no—" She thrashed her head from side to side, desperate to reject the reality standing in front of her.

I refused to let her spiral further into shock. With a swift movement, I seized her wrist and pulled her toward me, maintaining a grip that was resolute yet lacked cruelty.

Though she fought back, her frame rigid with indignation, I swept my arms around her and hoisted her up. I forced her onto my lap so she was compelled to face me. "Let me go!" she screamed, hammering her fists against my shoulders. "Get your hands off me!"

Her defiance was short-lived. With a sharp, calculated motion, I delivered a hard smack to her backside. The impact rang out through the room, causing Emily to gasp as her body jolted. "Aaaah—!" she wailed, her tone a mixture of stinging pain and sheer disbelief.

I didn't release her. Holding her even tighter, I spoke in a low, authoritative tone. "Will you listen to me first?"

Emily went still, her breath catching in her throat as she trembled against my chest. Tears carved paths down her cheeks, but the struggle ceased. For the first moment since the deception crumbled, she was quiet—not by choice, but because she was pinned by my will.

"You don’t understand," I stated, my voice firm and my hold unwavering. "This was never intended to unfold this way."

She swallowed with difficulty, her reply barely audible. "Then make me understand." Her eyes searched mine, filled with a desperate cocktail of terror and wrath. "Because right now, I’m looking at a monster."

I exhaled a shaky breath, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Emily, I need you to hear me. Truly hear me." I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs wiping away the continuous flow of tears, as if I could cleanse the falsehoods I had constructed around us.

"What I’m about to explain... it will seem impossible. But I give you my word, every detail is the truth."

Emily’s breath was hitched, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen as they locked onto mine. "You’ve already fed me a thousand lies," she spat, her voice raw and wounded. "Why should I trust a single thing you say now?"

"Because I have no more secrets to keep," I replied, my voice cracking. "Because I love you. And because the truth is the only thing left that I can offer you."

I paused, hunting for the right phrasing to bridge the gap between us. The reality was a chaotic mess, born from choices made out of both love and desperation. "As you can see," I began softly, "I possess abilities... powers that defy any rational explanation. I didn't just stumble into your life by accident. I am from the future, just as you are. However, a disaster occurred. I was stranded—trapped in the wilderness, far from the world I knew."

Emily’s breath caught, her gaze remaining fixed on mine as a spark of curiosity flickered through her fear. She didn't pull away, though her muscles remained taut, as if she were waiting for another strike.

"While I was lost in the jungle, that was where I encountered him," I went on, my voice heavy with the grim weight of the memory.

"A man was traveling in a jeep. He had stopped to—" I hesitated as the memory flashed vividly. "To relieve himself. But before he could get back, a mammoth struck. I could hear his friends calling out for him—'Mike! Mike!'—their shouts echoing through the trees as they waited for him to finish peeing, but they never saw the beast. By the time I reached his side, it was too late. He was... drawing his final breaths."

Emily’s hand flew to her lips, her eyes widening in sheer horror. "No..." she whispered, her voice breaking apart.

"He looked at me," I said, my own voice fractured. "And using the last of his strength, he pleaded with me to look after you. To tell you he was sorry. That he never intended to leave you behind." I swallowed hard against the crushing weight of guilt.

"So I made a choice. I stepped into his shoes. I adopted his identity. When we first met, I convinced myself it was only to honor his dying wish—to keep you safe. But then..." I cradled her face, my thumb tracing her cheekbone.

"I fell in love with you, Emily. The longer I stayed, the more I realized I couldn't let go. I never wanted to cause you pain or let you down. I just... wanted to be the man you deserved."

Emily let out a strangled sob, her whole body convulsing. "No..." she croaked. "No, that can't be—Mike wouldn't—"

"He did," I insisted, tears stinging my own eyes. "And I couldn't just walk away. I couldn't leave you isolated, without knowing or understanding. So I chose this path. I took his face. His voice. His very life. I became Mike. Not to replace him, but to... to respect his final request. To protect you."

Emily covered her mouth as a sob tore through her throat. "You stole him from me!" she wailed, her voice thick with mourning. "You forced me to mourn him! You let me love a ghost!"

"I know," I whispered. "And I despise myself for it every single day. But I couldn't stay away from you, Emily. Not after meeting you. Not after seeing your strength, your kindness, and how alive you are. I told myself I was doing it for your sake. But the truth? I did it for myself. Because I fell for you. And I was too selfish to lose you."

Emily’s weeping intensified, her body shivering with grief. She hammered her fists against my chest, not out of a desire to harm me, but as if she were trying to beat the truth out of her own heart. "You lied to me!" she shrieked, her voice shattering. "Every kiss, every touch, every word—it was all a fabrication!"

"No," I said, gently catching her wrists and bringing her hands to my lips. "Not all of it. My feelings for you—those are real. The love I have for you—that is real."

"How can I believe you?" she sobbed, her strength failing as she collapsed against me. "How do I know if anything is real anymore?"