Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 5: The System’s Surprise

Surveying my surroundings, I found no evidence of any other human beings. I had no idea where this system had dropped me, but one thing was certain: I was breathing, and this place definitely wasn't hell.

The wilderness around me vibrated with the rhythms of nature—birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind. This was a virgin world, completely untouched by civilization, radiating a beauty that was as magnificent as its isolation was terrifying.

I slumped down against a tree trunk and focused on the virtual interface. My system storage contained 5 gift packs. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I decided to open one. It was my only choice; I had no other way to comprehend this bizarre new existence.

As I opened the first gift pack, the virtual shimmering dissolved to reveal a skill titled "Pervert Eyes." The description was blunt: it helped me accumulate Pervert Points by displaying numerical values over various parts of women's bodies.

By touching those specific areas, I would earn the points indicated. The scale of the possibilities was massive—a prospect that was simultaneously thrilling and intimidating.

"Fuck... I knew this perverted system was the real deal... and these Pervert Eyes... they're a great way to farm points... but there isn't a single person here. Where am I supposed to find a woman? Is this a fantasy realm... or some other world I don't recognize?"

Questions swirled through my brain, each one fueled by the shock and confusion gripping me. I desperately needed some answers to make sense of this reality.

Hoping for more clarity regarding my location and purpose, I decided to unwrap another gift.

The second gift revealed an item named the "Magical Tool." Its description was somewhat ambiguous, claiming it could shift its shape into anything I desired.

I stared at the Magical Tool, which currently looked like a simple ring—a sharp contrast to the primitive forest. "What the hell is this... some kind of joke?" I muttered, baffled by the ring-shaped object labeled as a Magical Tool.

Desperate to test its capabilities, I kept its potential in mind. I was still completely naked, and the realization sent a shiver through me. I visualized clothes, and instantly, the Magical Tool liquified. It flowed over my skin like a second layer, resembling a symbiotic nano-armor.

"What the fuck is this? How is this even possible... it's literally magic," I yelled, my voice ringing out through the trees in sheer disbelief.

I began experimenting further, pushing the Magical Tool to its limits. I pictured a gun, and the material instantly retracted from my skin, reshaping itself into a firearm.

It felt exactly like a real gun, possessing the same familiar weight. I wanted to know if it was just a cosmetic imitation or a functional weapon.

I pulled the trigger. The gunshot boomed through the jungle like a clap of thunder, and the recoil against my hand felt identical to the real thing.

The sound of the shot brought back the memory of my murder—the sensation of bullets ripping through my body and the agony that followed. I didn't feel regret, but a fiery rage toward Peter burned in my chest.

"How could that bastard actually shoot me? I didn't deserve that. I was just helping his wife, trying to bring a little joy into her life. And this is my reward? Betrayal and a bullet," I thought bitterly.

Now, I was trapped in this strange and frightening new world. However, I was alive, and that meant I had a shot at a fresh start.

Griping the Magical Tool in its gun form, I made a silent vow. I would survive this world no matter the cost. I would find a way back, or if I couldn't, I’d build a new life here. This wasn't my ending; it was the opening act.

Leaning against the rough bark with the virtual screen floating before me, the surrealism of the situation hit me again. The memories of Peter and Helena remained vivid.

I was certain Peter was a dead man walking, and Helena might be too. My parents weren't the type to overlook such an insult. They would burn everything to avenge me, and I felt a dark satisfaction imagining Peter being flayed alive.

But thinking of Helena brought a twinge of regret. I remembered her tight little asshole and the fact that I never got the chance to fully possess her.

Looking at the weapon in my hand, I decided to change it into something more practical. The Magical Tool was an incredible asset, capable of becoming whatever I imagined. I thought of casual wear, and the tool flowed like liquid once more, covering me in a t-shirt and shorts.

The fabric felt cool and soft, a nice change from the tree bark. I was amazed that it could even mimic different colors. This item would be invaluable regardless of where I ended up.

With renewed excitement, I opened the third gift. It granted me an ability called "Universal Language," a skill allowing me to communicate in any tongue.

Whatever I said would be translated into the listener's native language, and whenever someone spoke to me, I would hear it as English.

"Well... if this is a fantasy world filled with elves and fairies, then this whole ordeal will be worth it. Even dying was worth it if I get to meet some elves," I whispered, feeling a surge of anticipation.