Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

"You guys finally made it here," Daria said as soon as Mathew and Nadia reached the central point of the school. "I didn't expect you two to get down to the business in those ruins, but as I waited, I already started to have my doubts."

The small smirk on Daria's face showcased how her words were nothing more than a friendly nab. Yet, the sour expression that those words caused to appear on Leila's face, who stood right by Daria's side, was enough for Mathew to understand the situation a bit better.

'Judging from everything all three of those girls said, it seems that they really want to fuck,' he thought, shaking his head a little only to then do it more energetically.

"Anyway," Leila spoke out. "I get it. Once you find a place where you can enjoy each other company, we will stand guard to ensure nothing and no one will bother you," she said, only to then avert her eyes and hide her displeased expression.

"It's lovely to hear that," Mathew said, stepping forward. "But right now, we all have something else to do. Daria," Mathew turned his eyes to the girl he had an easier time ordering around. "Can you go and fetch that couple of juniors for me?" he requested. A small smirk then appeared on his face. "Believe me or not, but if we excluded them from what we are all about to do, that could easily lead to our group splitting up down the line."

Mathew then grabbed Nadia's hand and pulled her ahead, deeper into the central point of the building.

"Sure thing," Daria nodded her head only to then lean it to the side. "Dare to reveal what you have in mind, though?" she asked as a strange flash appeared behind her eyes. Yet, before Mathew could even have a shot at deciphering it, the girl turned her head away.

"Shower," Mathew replied with a single word. "Seeing how bloody we all are, I bet you guys would love to take one, wouldn't you?"

Mathew had no need for any answer. He himself felt uncomfortable with all the blood and innards that cowered his skin and clothes. And if he, a man, had already reached the state of discomfort, then just how bad the girls had to feel about it?

"A shower?" Leila asked, her eyes flaring up.

It appeared as if a single mention of the chance to clean herself up pushed aside all the thoughts of jealousy and lust from her head.

"Can you really organize one?" she then asked, squinting her eyes as she looked at Mathew with a terrible suspicion.

"Why would I need to do it?" Mathew asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Don't we have the showers running in the gym area of the school?" he asked, pointing his hand to the northern wing of the compound.

Sure, they had yet to clear it from the zombies, but due to the simple physical features, the training grounds of the school were located on the very bottom floor of the northern wing. After all, what kind of sane architect would put a place for a mass of students to jump around anywhere but on the ground floor?

"Damn, I completely forgot about it," Leila admitted, only to shake her head and then swing her machete around. "Can I go already?" she asked, raising her eyes back on Mathew as sparks of enthusiasm appeared on her face for the first time since Mathew met her.

"Feel free," Mathew said as a relaxed smile appeared on his lips. "Also, there might be another surprise waiting for you later on, so hold on to your pants until then," he advised before fixing the grasp over his ax and heading north himself.

"First to the showers gets to choose!" Leila shouted happily as she set off, rushing right into one of the few areas still crawling with zombies as if she was about to reunite with her long-lost family.

"Shall we go as well?" Mathew asked, turning his eyes to his prime wife.

"Sure thing," Nadia smiled only to then lean over Mathew's ear. "Is that where you want me to give you the show?" she asked, her voice finally fitting the meaning of the words she whispered.

"That's right." Mathew smiled. "That, and a bit more," he added, only to cease his movements the moment he reached the entrance to the northern corridor.

"Aren't we going ahead?" Nadia asked, surprised by Mathew's sudden stop.

"Not yet," the young man shook his head as he rested his back against the wall. "We still need to tell Daria and those two juniors where we are going," he explained before reaching out and pulling Nadia closer.

From the outside, it looked as if he simply wanted to make out with the girl for a while. Yet, rather than feeling her curves up or sneaking his hands underneath her clothes, Mathew simply brought his lips closer to the girl's ear.

"I think I understand what you mean before," he stated. "And I think I need to take the lead in this situation," he added.

Nadia shrugged a little. She then raised her face and looked right into Mathew's eyes.

"So that means you are going to…."

"Yes," Mathew nodded his head. "I'm going to fuck them in the showers," he explained his intentions, only to then shake his head. "Still, I want to enjoy some private time with you first," he added, raising his hand to caress Nadia's cheek.

'Damn,' he thought as he brought his hand down, staring with slight displeasure at the blood he smeared all over Nadia's face. 'We really need to clean ourselves,' he thought, only to then focus back on the girl's expression.

"I…" Nadia hesitated for a second, only to gulp down her saliva and look straight into Mathew's eyes. "I understand. And while I'm still not ready to just accept it, I'm going to allow it," she said, her tone turning a bit sad.

"We are back!" Daria shouted even before she reached the bottom of the staircase she was in, as if with the intention of warning Mathew and Nadia about her presence in advance. "Where are we going now?" she asked as she appeared in the nearby corridor with the two juniors of theirs.

"Shower," Mathew revealed with a happy smile. "We are going to wash all this blood away."