Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

“Whoever loses, then for the next month, they will take three hours a day and they will be a comfort station for all the other survivors, no questions asked.”

Carol’s proposition forced everyone in the area to shut the fuck up.

Not only because of how happy it would make all the men in the school’s compound if she were to lose but also because of how humiliating of a defeat it would be for the other hunter if he were to be the one losing.

Yet, there was one more element that everyone realized once they moved over the idea of potentially having the privilege of sleeping with someone as beautiful as Carol. And it was the fact that she, at least nominally, was Mathew’s wife.

“Is this okay?” Nadia whispered, taken aback by the suggestion. “I mean,” she then shook her head only to lean over Mathew’s ear and whisper, “what if it will lead to her losing the status of your wife and thus the benefits of the system?”

Mathew didn’t reply right away. Instead, he simply stared at the girl for a moment while analyzing the situation in search of the best possible answer.

‘I guess this is what I get for letting others make decisions on their own,’ he thought, only to release a heavy sigh. Mathew then twisted his upper body around just to raise his hand and gently pat Nadia on her shoulder.

“Then we will learn that’s possible to lose the system benefits,” he then whispered in a relaxed voice, only for the right corner of his lips to twitch a little. “And between having someone fuck Carol and knowing that someone fucked you or the two of them,” he muttered, glancing over at where Daria and Leila stood, “trust me, I wouldn’t hesitate even for a second to make such a choice.”

There was no denying that Mathew enjoyed himself when he got a shot at nailing Carol. Yet, contrary to how his relationship was with his other wives, that was the full extent of his relationship with Carol.

A pleasure and loyalty in exchange for power and means to survive in this rotten world. A simple transaction as opposed to his genuine feelings for Nadia and the sense of attachment that grew up between Mathew and both of his second wives over the time they fought and schemed together.

“If you say so,” Nadia replied, her tone hinting at how unconvinced she was. And yet, she held back her own doubts, opting to trust in Mathew’s plans. “It would be a pity to lose all those cores we invested in her, though,” she then pointed out only to take a step back and let Mathew take back the reins of the situation.

“I approve of this bet,” the young man then stated out loud. He then crossed his arms over his chest as he took a step forward to harness everyone’s attention on himself. “Carol, if this will result in you losing your benefits of being my wife, you will have to pay us back all the cores we invested in you,” he then stated only to turn his eyes towards the other participant of the bet.

“As for you, you damn idiot, I hope you are aware that there is no way I will allow you to run if you turn out to lose the bet,” he stated only for a vicious smile to appear on his lips. “Also, you might think that the lack of gays amongst the survivors might work for you, but trust me,” Mathew said as he took one more step towards the man only to then grace him with a genuine, lovely smile, “a lot of men won’t mind it once they grow hungry for it enough.”

The arrogant hunter… gulped down his saliva.

After being forced to listen to Mathew for just a short while, coupled with the shock of Carol’s ridiculous bet, he managed to once again take the rein of his emotions. And now that he did so, he realized just how bad his situation was.

“Ah…” he released a small moan and took a step back. A look of terror appeared on his face when he looked around at the faces of the other hunters in the squad… Only to see them either avoid eye contact or ignore his eyes completely, judging the value of his ass instead.

It was also at this moment when he truly knew that he fucked up. Because not a single person present on the scene appeared to believe in him having any chance at coming out of this bet victorious!

“With that said, I want everyone to focus on gathering all the cores that are on this side of the gate,” Mathew then announced, relaxing his hands and allowing them to fall down along his sides. “I want to see them neatly stacked in a single pile before the sun sets!” he then ordered only to turn around, grab Nadia’s wrist and then pull her towards the ruins. “Call me when it’s done. Daria,” he then looked towards the first of his second wives, “I’m leaving you to look for the gate. If anything extraordinary happens, feel free to raise hell. Leila,” he then said, turning his eyes towards the last of his official harem members. “I want you to oversee those kids. If you see even a single one trying to hide a core for themselves…”

Mathew didn’t need to finish his sentence. Even though he knew the girl for just three days, he already saw how she reacted in various scenarios.

And seeing how an unhinged look flashed on her face only to disappear when Leila replaced it with a knowing smile and nodded her head, he was assured he made the right choice.

“Come,” Mathew then muttered silently, tightening his grasp over Nadia’s wrist as he moved towards the ruins.

This time, however, Mathew didn’t bother heading inside the school. As surprising as it could be, the ruins were far cleaner than the insides of the school. And after a short moment of search, Mathew managed to find a spot with several pieces of broken furniture scattered over a small area.

“What’s wrong?” Nadia asked as soon as the rubble hid them from everyone’s eyes. She wrestled her hand free from Mathew’s grasp… Only to see him move forward on his own and gather several pillows and planks only to throw them in a single place and arrange them into a makeshift bed. “Wait, are you horny or something?” she then asked while opening her eyes wide.

“Not really,” Mathew cut the conversation, laying down on the bed of his making only to stretch his hand out towards Nadia. “Come,” he requested… No, he pleaded in a weak voice, unbecoming of the figure that he made himself to be ever since he started to interact with the survivors at the school.

“Dear…” Nadia whispered gently, stepping forward only to lay down by Mathew only to snuggle up to his side. “What’s wrong?” she then whispered again.

This time, however, rather than curiosity and disbelief, a genuine worry rang in her hushed voice.