Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

"Damn," Mathew muttered as he sat back on the bed that the survivors crafted for him from all sorts of things they could find within the school. And as soon as his body sank into the three layers of gymnastic mattresses, he let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly," he muttered to himself.

All the organizational stuff was taken care of by Beatrice. The cleanup and management of the hunters ended up in Carol's hands while the survivors turned out to organize themselves nicely around the people Mathew put in charge of them before.

Then, as if already aware of the strangely fragile state of his mind, neither Leila nor Daria saw any problem with his request to spend the night with Nadia alone.

'Or maybe they enjoyed the idea of it being their turn tomorrow and the day after, respectively?' Mathew thought, trying to rationalize the situation.

In order to placate his second wives he ended up promising them the same treatment as the one Nadia would receive. And as such, from today onwards, Nadia's turn would start the cycle. Then, Leila's turn would follow with Daria coming the day after.

To honor Nadia's relationship with Mathew and her status as a first wife, she ended up with a second private night on the fourth turn before all four of them would get one night together and reset the cycle.

And today would be the first day of the very first cycle.

'I guess I will have to really mind my approach to every night, from now on,' Mathew thought, raising up on the edge of the makeshift bed and looking at himself.

When he went off to settle all the matters at hand, there was still about an hour left of sunlight. Yet, only about fifteen minutes later, the girls pushed him to get a meal, spend some time resting on his own and then finish it all up with a proper shower.. all on his own.

And now, Mathew was stuck waiting in the room that offered the most privacy in the entire school for Nadia to join him.

The young man raised his hand to his eyes.

It was shaking a little as a result of his nervousness.

'Am I... anxious?' Mathew asked himself, pursing his lips in reaction to the sight of his own body. 'Ever all those times that we did it already?'

Mathew released a deep sigh before falling back on the bed and looking at the room's ceiling.

Out of the entire school, this place simply happened to be free of any humans or zombies when the apocalypse started. And as it was quite out of everyone's way, not a single soul ended up hiding there, saving the place's structure from the zombies ever attacking it.

In the end, this was the one and only place in the entire school that bore no signs of devastation whatsoever.

And as if lady fortune wished for it, it was conveniently located pretty near the school's showers.

A sound of knocking forced Mathew out of his lazy line of absurd thoughts that he immersed himself in while waiting for his crush.

"It's me," Nadia said from beyond the room's doors. Yet, her voice was all but natural. "Can I... come in?" she then asked, failing to stop the anxiety and nervousness from seeping into her voice.

"Sure thing," Mathew replied only to end up swallowing a massive gulp of saliva when the girl came inside.

The water was dripping down her skin, proving that she just finished her shower and didn't really bother to dry herself properly.

Instead of clothes, Nadia simply wrapped what looked like some sort of white sheet around her waist and upper body, holding the entire thing up with just one hand.

Her hair fell along her neck and shoulders, puffed up by all the water and perfectly straight due to its wet weight.

"Hi there..." Nadia whispered, looking down while blushing heavily. Yet, despite all the obvious uneasiness, her lips couldn't stop but form a gentle, anticipatory smile.

"General Kenobi," Mathew replied without even a second of thought. It was a mere instinct, something that happened before he could think about it and prevent it from happening by closing his mouth.

"Huh?" Nadia raised her eyes, widened by the surprise, on Mathew's face.

Then, the look on her face mellowed down as her mouth formed a proper, slightly amused smile.

"I would die from shame if I didn't get the reference," Nadia then complained, letting out a small giggle into her right fist.

The awkward and uneasy atmosphere of privacy that they lacked dispersed. Even if it wasn't intentional, Mathew somehow managed to achieve what many men would struggle with.

"Well then," Nadia whispered, properly raising her eyes to Mathew's face. "I think..." she relaxed her fingers, letting the end of the white sheet go and allowing the entire thing to fall down to her feet. "I think we should get started, don't you?" she finished, standing butt-naked right in front of Mathew's eyes.

Even though the atmosphere was somewhat relaxed, Nadia's cheeks remained fully blushed. Even if they slept together several times, she was still embarrassed by showcasing all of her skin for him just like that.

Mathew gulped his saliva once again.

There was something holy in Nadia's innocent look.

His eyes followed the path of some drops of water that trickled down her neck, gathered at her collarbone only to then fall down and flow down the curvature of her chest.

The pink of her nipples made him want to rush in and embrace it with his mouth. The fullness of her youthful chest made Mathew wish to grab at it and keep on playing with her tits until he would die of old age.

His eyes moved down, allowing him to adore her slim, perfectly toned, and indented waist.

Then, Mathew raised his eyebrows when he noticed a complete lack of hair over her most precious place.

A proof that just like Mathew himself, she really did pay quite a lot of attention to preparing.

Everything about Nadia made Mathew wish to just throw himself at her, pin her down to the ground and then devour the innocence that was blinding his eyes and soul alike.

Yet, he somehow managed to hold himself back. He then reached out with his hand toward the girl while remaining seated on the makeshift bed.

"Come."