Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

"That's pretty diabolical," Norbert muttered. He had his fists tightened and eyes closed, proving that even in a fit of fury he wasn't going to skip on his extremely crucial task of surveillance.

If there was anything that Mathew made clear so far, it was how they shouldn't take Marcus lightly.

"Okay, I heard it all," Nadia muttered. She still kept her hand on her chin, relentlessly rubbing it out as if she was worried about growing facial hair. "But if that guy is not only that crafty, intelligent but also dangerous…" she muttered before taking a short pause and raising her eyes on Mathew. "Why didn't you just kill him?" she asked. Nadia then leaned her head over her shoulder as she gave Mathew a confused look. "And don't tell me that you didn't want to kill another human. We are too deep into this shit to still care about stuff like that."

"It's not about me trying to keep my hands clean," Mathew muttered while rolling his eyes. "And trust me, I would love to kill that guy. The caveat is…" Mathew took a deep breath and turned silent.

Seconds trickled by and slowly started to merge into minutes, yet he didn't explain his reasons.

"Leila," Mathew suddenly called out, as if ready to change the topic. "Could you be so kind as to go to check what was under the floor of the hallway when we had our little encounter?"

"On it, boss," the girl replied with a small smirk, theatrically closing her eyes and hanging her head to the back before starting to chant some strange and incomprehensible noises under her nose.

Norbert closed his eyes as well, allowing his ghost to do the bidding that was actually directed at him. And before long, Leila opened her eyes up with a foul expression appearing on her face.

"It's mostly empty now as they are currently busy clearing it all out," Leila reported what Norbert told her in his ghostly form, "but a huge chunk of the floor was fitted with quite a lot of damn strong explosives."

"Oh…" Nadia muttered. She then lowered her head and shook a little. "I see, I'm sorry for doubting you."

"It's okay, dear," Mathew whispered while patting the girl's shoulder. "This is the kind of a man we are dealing with. Someone who never leaves something to a chance. And someone who is willing to bet his life on his strategy as long as it increases the chances of it working," Mathew muttered his points one by one.

"How do you want to deal with him, then?" Leila asked while changing her position to a crosslegged one and hiding her hands in her pants. Yet, as soon as she noticed Mathew's confused look she only smirked. "What, it's supposed to be my turn today and here you are, getting all cuddly with Nadia," she muttered, averting her eyes before her entire body tensed up in reaction to her fingers rubbing her sensitive parts. "I can get jealous too, okay?" she then shouted in protest.

"Are you…" Mathew attempted to say something, only for his face to turn stale before a sudden laugh escaped from his lips. "Hahaha," he couldn't help himself but laugh out loud. "Yeah, you are right," he then admitted. "Today should be your turn," he claimed before turning his face to Nadia. "Dear, I'm sorry, but it looks like we overstepped the boundaries of what we agreed to," he said.

"Yeah," Nadia admitted without any hesitation, although her face showcased just how reluctant she was to stand up from Mathew's lap. She stood up and turned around, taking two steps to approach Leila only to then bow her head to the girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't really think much when sitting down," Nadia apologized. "I didn't mean to antagonize you," she said.

"Now I feel like the bad guy," Leila muttered.

"Bad girl, you mean," Mathew pointed out, still unable to get over his seemingly unexplainable amusement.

"Bad guy, bad girl, whatever," Leila muttered, squinting her eyes as she threw an annoyed glance at Mathew's face. "And what the hell do you find so funny?!" she then lashed out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mathew apologized through his tears of joy while trying to wipe the corners of his eyes clean of the moisture. "I really am sorry," he then added once he finally managed to get over the convulsions that kept on shaking his body. "I just couldn't help but laugh at how dumb I am!"

"Okay brother, time to make some sense," Norbert opened his eyes and said in a stern voice. "You are only doing yourself a disservice by confusing everyone like that!"

"I'm not really in a position to reveal what exactly I mean, though?" Mathew countered, turning his bright smile to Norbert. The young man then shook his head before patting himself on his knee. "Meanwhile, Leila," he said, turning his face to the girl. "Come," he requested.

Leila kept her eyes squinted, clearly disliking the weird behavior Mathew started to display. From the suspicion and worry in her eyes, it was clear she even started to doubt whether he was still in the right state of his mind!

And yet, despite all her doubts, she followed his request and soon sat herself down on his lap… Only for Mathew to instantly sneak his hand between the girl's legs, occupying the spot that she just so recently caressed with her own fingers.

"Bear with it for a while," Mathew requested when the girl twitched in reaction to his intrusion.

"It's not exactly something I need to bear with," Leila pointed out with a small smile, only for her insides to quickly turn moist under Mathew's caressing.

"Well then, everyone," Mathew muttered as he prickled his ears and turned his eyes toward the doors of the room. "Strap in, because we are all in for quite the ride," he said with a mysterious smile on his face, only for the doors of the room to open a single second later.

"You guys are here!" Peter exclaimed in a joyous voice. Yet, rather than just walking in, he pushed the doors open with his backside before walking backward inside and pulling a huge pushcart filled with bloody cores to the room. "This is only the beginning, but here are the cores you claimed!"