Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 4: What Is This Place?

FIRST PERSON POV

A low, guttural groan escaped my throat as my consciousness slowly returned. "Aaaaaaaaaaa..." My eyes fluttered open, but I was immediately hit by a wave of intense disorientation. The world was a chaotic blur, with shapes and colors bleeding into a hazy mess. "Fuck..." I croaked out, my voice sounding rough and foreign even to my own ears.

Like a crushing tidal wave, memories of what had happened flooded back into my mind. I vividly remembered the agonizing sensation of Peter shooting me—the way the bullets ripped through my skin and the sheer torment that had overwhelmed my senses.

Trembling, my hand instinctively moved to touch the spots where I had been shot. However, I was stunned to find no injuries at all.

My body was completely whole, unmarked, and, to my growing unease, entirely naked. The sheer vulnerability of my situation made a cold chill run down my spine. "Am I still alive?" I muttered, my voice thick with disbelief and confusion as the words vanished into the surrounding silence.

I scanned the area, desperate to find anything familiar to ground myself in reality. Instead, all I saw was a massive, sprawling jungle—a literal sea of green that seemed to reach the horizon.

Birds occasionally took flight, their colorful wings flickering against the backdrop of a vast blue sky. Above me, the heavens were clear and perfect, showing no traces of modern civilization or the life I had left behind. It felt as though I had been dropped into a different world entirely, one completely untouched by humanity.

"Or is this... hell?" I wondered out loud. My voice echoed through the thick leaves like a curse hanging in the air. The thought made me shudder, the implications being far too heavy to wrap my head around. Despite my fear, the peaceful scenery offered no clues.

The jungle hummed with the sounds of nature—rustling leaves and chirping birds—a symphony of life that felt like it was mocking my state of mind. The complete lack of any human presence caused a sharp pang of isolation to hit me.

I stood up, my muscles complaining as I adjusted to the uneven ground. The grass felt damp and chilly beneath my feet, creating a sharp contrast with the warmth of the sunlight filtering through the high canopy.

With my senses on high alert, I took a cautious step forward into this strange new reality. Every rustle and movement felt like a hidden threat, and my mind began to race with terrifying possibilities.

Standing on shaky legs, my bare feet pressed into the soft, moist earth. The grass felt almost icy against my soles, making my skin crawl as the sun’s heat hit my shoulders.

"Help!" I screamed, the word coming out raw and desperate. "Is anyone— there?!" I shouted into the void, but the jungle simply swallowed my voice. There was no reply, no movement, and no sign of life.

"Motherfucker... I don’t even have my phone... where the hell am I?" The terror and frustration in my tone were unmistakable. I was stranded, naked, and lost in a place that defied logic.

Suddenly, a mechanical voice resonated inside my head, sounding completely out of place in this primitive environment. It felt like it was part of my own mind, yet it was clearly a foreign entity that had taken up residence there.

[ Transmigration Successful ]

The text appeared in my mind's eye like a digital notification. I was stunned; the weight of those words was almost too much to process.

[ Found.... The Pervert Host ]

The messages kept coming, each one shattering my understanding of the world. The Pervert Host? What kind of bullshit was that supposed to mean?

[ Loading System..... Successful ]

A glowing panel suddenly manifested in front of me.

It just... appeared out of nowhere.

It looked like a damn hologram, shimmering with an eerie light as it hovered in the air. My stomach churned, and I felt bile rise in my throat. This was physically impossible.

[ Pervert Debauchery System ]

[ Transmigration Successful ]

[ Found.... The Pervert Host ]

[ Loading System..... Successful ]

[ Pervert Debauchery System ]

Name: Dexter Williams

Age: 22

Skills: None

Abilities: None

Pervert Points: None

System Storage: [Gift Pack X 5]

SUPER-MARKET STORE - Anything the host wishes to buy is available in the store, from food, clothing, skills, abilities, and anything else, by paying a corresponding Pervert Points.

As I leaned back against the rough bark of a tree, staring at the virtual screen floating before me, a sense of total surrealism took hold. The words "SUPER-MARKET STORE" stared back at me.

This store claimed it could provide anything—food, clothes, even skills—as long as I paid with these "Pervert Points." The idea was bizarre, yet strangely familiar, like a half-remembered dream.

I was completely floored by the existence of this interface. "What the fuck is this... transmigration..." I had only ever read about transmigration in webnovels and fiction. Now, I was the living proof that it was real.

"Is this true.... or am I really dead... or is this a dream?"

My mind spun with questions, each one fueled by the shock and confusion that gripped me. I needed to know what was happening.

I reached up and slapped my own face hard.

A sharp sting bloomed across my cheek. "Not a dream," I whispered.

Suddenly, a hot, ugly rage flared up inside me. "Send me back!" I roared at the sky and the trees. The jungle remained indifferent, and the system didn't respond. "Do you hear me?! SEND ME THE FUCK BACK!"

I continued to scream, my voice echoing through the wilderness. "Motherfucker... just send me back." It was a desperate plea to return to the life I knew.

I realized this "Pervert Debauchery System" was responsible for bringing me to this bizarre world. It had used the word transmigration. Was I really in a different world?

The system remained silent. I was truly alone in this foreign land. Looking at the system's name again, a weird sense of recognition hit me. It reflected a side of myself I usually kept buried—the part of me that was, without a doubt, a total pervert.