Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

"...k u..."

"...ake u..."

"Wake up!"

Mathew pried his eyes open.

It wasn't the voice that forced him awake. Sure, it helped, but when compared with the violent shaking of his body, it was nothing.

"What? Where? How many?!" Mathew jumped out of his bed as soon as his consciousness returned.

He looked around with his arms raised and hands curled up into fists, searching for the enemy that would warrant such a wake-up call.

Yet, besides the usual members of his group... the room was completely empty. And even though the doors leading to it were open, there were no signs of panic or anything else which would indicate some sort of problem.

"Ouchie!" Leila moaned in pain, pressing her hands against the top of her forehead. "Couldn't you be any gentler?! I'm a girl, you know?!" she then screamed out in protest while throwing a teary look at Mathew's face.

"Huh?" Mathew muttered. He then blinked a few times while lowering his arms. He pulled his fist open before using his palms to slap his cheeks a few times, driving all the coziness away.

Mathew scanned the room once again, this time without the handicap of being half-awake.

Nadia was sleeping on the bed with the sheets only pretending to cover her naked beauty. Yet, rather than sleeping peacefully, she was already moving around a little, indicating all the noise and commotion was setting her awake as well.

The only other person in the room was Leila, who currently stared daggers at the young man while the weird position of her hand clearly indicated some sort of an injury.

"What happened?" Mathew asked, kneeling down by the girl and grabbing her hands, pushing them apart to see the state of her forehead.

"You happened!" Leila muttered, turning her eyes away when Mathew noticed nothing more but a tiny bruise on the top of her head. "You struck my forehead with your own when you jumped out of the bed," she explained while keeping her eyes averted.

"So there is no emergency?" Mathew asked, just to confirm and be sure.

"Emergency?" Leila turned her eyes back towards her husband. "No, I just came to wake you up," she explained. "We were supposed to go on an expedition as soon as the sun comes up, weren't we?"

Mathew tightly squeezed his eyelids down, taking a few seconds to sort his thoughts out.

Now that his adrenaline was slowly starting to decay, the drowsiness that he powered through started to affect him again.

"Oh right..." he muttered once he finally took the reins of his mind. "Did the sun rise already?" he asked.

"Not yet," Leila shook her head. She then stood up and glanced over and Nadia. Her lips curved up in a slightly mocking smile. "I see you've been busy," she said before throwing a sideways glance at Mathew.

"What did you expect?" Mathew raised his eyebrow in a weirded-out expression. "It was the first chance for us to get intimate in peace," he said, rolling his eyes around. "And guess what," he then added, grabbing his shirt from the floor as he looked at Leila's face with a thoughtful expression.

"What?" Leila asked, trying hard not to let her jealousy appear on her face.

"We actually slept properly," Mathew said with a voice full of pride. "Sure, we fucked a bit," he said, shaking his shoulders, "but then we just hugged each other and went to sleep."

Mathew quickly pulled on his clothes before stretching himself a little. Then and only then did he sit on the edge of the bed and reached for Nadia's shoulder.

"Dear, wake up," he whispered while leaning over the girl's ear.

"Five more minutes..." Nadia protested, squeezing her eyelids shut.

"We can't," Mathew kept on going. "We are going on an expedition, are we not?"

"Huh?" Nadia shook her head. Then she turned completely motionless as if she fell right back to sleep. "Wait, that's right!" she then shouted, jumping up... and missing Mathew's forehead by a mere inch, courtesy of the young man desperately dodging away.

"That was close..." Mathew admitted with a bathed breath while watching Nadia jump off the bed in a panic only to gather her clothes from the floor.

"You can actually walk properly..." Leila muttered with a look of astonishment on her face.

"Huh?" Nadia stopped, turning her head to the side and looking at her co-wife while pressing her clothes to her chest. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, genuinely puzzled by Leila's remark.

"I mean..." Leila turned her eyes away as if she was the ashamed one despite Nadia standing naked in plain view. "I know that your situation is different to mine or Daria's..." she muttered, clearly struggling to put her thoughts into words.

Leila then gulped down her saliva before raising her eyes and looking Nadia right in the eyes.

"To be honest, I expected him to fuck you so hard and so long you would struggle to walk..." she admitted.

Nadia's face froze for a second. She then cast a quick glance at Mathew... Only for her cheeks to suddenly turn brighter and for the girl herself to turn her eyes away.

"Now that you brought it up..." Nadia muttered, stepping uneasily from one leg to another. She then snuck her hand down to her crotch only for her expression to turn ugly a moment later. "I think I will need to take a shower before we go out," she admitted before dropping most of her clothes back on the floor and leaving only the shirt that she started to put on.

"I guess I shouldn't pry any further..." Leila said with a sigh. She then turned around and walked over to Mathew... Only to send her elbow right to the side of his waist. "I won't let you off if you go easy on me tonight!" she promised only to turn around and look at Nadia.

"Come, dear," she muttered in a soft voice while reaching out with her hand to Mathew's first wife. "I will help you get to the showers."