Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

Chapter 242 I'm The One To Decide Who Can Afford Privacy!

"That escalated quite quickly," Mathew said after he was done being shocked by Beatrice's proposition. "Still, doesn't that kind of play require a certain factor to be in place?" he then asked while raising one of his eyebrows and meaningfully turning his stare to Norbert.

"Huh?" the younger of the police officer that was already by Mathew's side raised his eyebrows as he alternated his eyes between Beatrice and Mathew. He then finally settled on looking at the girl while still keeping his eyes wide open. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"Doesn't look like a proper reaction for someone who just did his not-blood-related sister in the ass only a few hours ago," Mathew commented in a hushed voice.

Yet, regardless of whether it was his intention or not, the main hall of the school, now that it was deprived of the stairway in its middle, proved to have pretty bad acoustics.

Or in simpler terms, Mathew's hushed voice wasn't anywhere as silent as it needed to be for others not to hear it.

"And to think you only found out you guys weren't related literally moments before the deed was done..." Mathew then pressed the topic, proving that keeping his words to himself was never his intention.

"Mathew!" Nadia called out, slamming her hand down against Mathew's shoulder. "You are going too far!"

"No, I'm not," Mathew opposed the girl, something he didn't really like to do. "I just need everyone here to understand one, extremely important thing," he said only to even go as far as to clap his hands together to get everyone's attention.

"When it comes to situations like this, sex is no longer something you guys can enjoy between yourself. Not when my system comes into play."

"If that's the case, why don't I see you letting others fuck your women?!" Norbert barked at Mathew, clearly too upset by the direction the topic was going to keep himself calm. "Or what? Are you going to pawn one of your girls off to me just to placate me now?!"

"You sure do run your mouth for someone who doesn't need any of your limbs to stay useful," Mathew said in a dark tone while his face twisted in an expression of wrath.

The atmosphere in the school hall turned so tense one could bring out a knife, cut it down, and then let it hang in the air.

'Calm down, this topic was bound to surface someday,' Mathew quickly told himself, taking a short yet deep breath to quell his emotions.

"I will allow this only once. I know how disturbing this situation must be to you. But don't you dare to even suggest something like this ever again!"

For the first time ever since the apocalypse started, Mathew openly allowed his rage to brim in his voice as he spoke.

It was the side of himself that he wanted to keep just for the bloody moments of battles with zombies and monsters. But right now, he found a use for it when interacting with other humans as well.

"In this camp, I'm the only one who can decide who can afford privacy when it comes to intimacy," Mathew then announced in a stern yet calm voice. "And before you even ask me why, it's all because it's my system that I can share with others, not yours, not Daniels nor anyone else's."

Mathew's words rang true. They were harsh, but he did utter no lie.

If he were to decide against it, not a single person would be able to get the benefits of his system.

"Guys, calm the fuck down," Beatrice then said in a stern voice.

There was something in her tone that made even Mathew shut his mouth close and let the woman speak.

"I don't care what happened before. Right now, we can't afford the luxury of debating over it. Things like privacy are no longer something we can afford," she stated. "That's my understanding of the situation so far," she said only to turn her eyes to Mathew. "Am I wrong?"

"Yes, you are," Mathew countered right away, although in a much calmer voice.

Even if he was the one with most of the chips in the hand, he found it hard to refuse the innate authority that Beatrice wielded with just her voice alone.

"Not a single person will ever lay their hand on Nadia, Leila, or Daria. No one but me," he announced, reaching out to grab Nadia's hand before giving it a tight squeeze. "And the only reason why I ever endorsed the idea of using sex to gift system to others is that we can't afford not doing so if we want to survive."

"Are you sure you just don't want to fuck more pussies?" Nadia mouthed in a voice so tiny that only Mathew could hear it.

"Haaaa....." Mathew released a long sigh before taking a long breath to calm himself down.

"Dear, do you recall the last night we spent together?" he asked in a hushed voice.

Nadia twitched, proving that she could remember it pretty well.

"Do you think I'm really naive enough to look for more pussy when I struggle to handle just the three of you?"

Nadia pursed her lips and looked away.

"I... I guess not," she replied after a moment. "I'm sorry," she then added, refusing to look at Mathew's face while hiding her own expression from his eyes.

"Don't be," Mathew said with a sigh. "I can only imagine how hard it is on you," he said only to turn around, ignoring the ongoing conversation, before bringing Nadia into his arms.

"I think I would burn the entire world if someone else were to lay their filthy hands on you," he whispered, his own shoulders trembling at the very notion of something like this happening. "I wish it all played out differently, in a way that wouldn't force me to trade my dick for greater chances of survival..."

"But you cannot help it, can't you?" Nadia then whispered back, only to wrap her hands around Mathew's waist as she returned the hug. "I'm sorry for what I said. I allowed my emotions to get the better of me," she admitted before releasing a long sigh. "I'm aware of the situation you are in, so don't let my feelings make it even harder on you."

"Are you guys done?" Beatrice asked out loud as soon as the two of them moved away from each other, signaling that their private moment was now over.

"Good," the policewoman replied when Mathew gave her an annoyed look for a reply. She turned her eyes to Norbert. "I liked you since around a year ago. And from how the situation plays out, you seem to like me as well," she stated, only to see Norbert avert his eyes as he realized just how embarrassing it was to have such confession play out right in the open for everyone to enjoy.

"I... I do like you quite a bit," he admitted after gathering his courage for some time.

"Then come," Beatrice said, changing the way she was sitting only to spread her legs open and reach out with both her healthy arm and her stump to Norbert. "I might... not be in my perfect state, but I hope I will still be able to satisfy you."

Norbert gulped down his saliva. And then, he hung his head low as he started to walk toward the woman.

"And you," Beatrice then turned her eyes back to Mathew. "Since all we need is to have the act done, you should get ready yourself," she suggested, only for her expression to mellow down as she looked at Nadia by his side before moving her eyes to the uneasy expression on Leila's face. "Don't make your wives see more than absolutely necessary."