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Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for. But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again? But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out? And most of it all, why does the school looks like it did just a moment before the apocalypse began? ********** Discord link: https://discord.gg/PNGgcMr **********

MotivatedSloth · Fantasy
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410 Chs

I have no right to monopolize you(chapters will be r18 until further notice)

"Are you seriously going to ask this?" Nadia whispered directly into the young man's ear. There was a slight hint of dissatisfaction in her voice, indicating that she had enough of Mathew playing with her like that.

"I only want to know what you like the most," Mathew commented, once again pushing his finger inside the girl in return.

Nadia squirmed in Mathew's arms, clearly unable to hold herself back for much longer.

The saliva started to flow out of her mouth and trickle down her chin, only to fall down on Mathew's shoulder. Her body trembled, indicating that she was right on edge.

"Any way you want," Nadia uttered in a weak voice, forced to combat her explosive lust just to speak out. "Just take me already!"

"As you wish," Mathew whispered directly into the girl's ear. He then moved his right hand from her ass a bit lower on her thigh.

'She's is so damn soft,' Mathew thought as he moved his hand up, pulling Nadia's leg along.