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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 · Fantasi
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410 Chs

Stuck in the soft (soft r18)

"This was a really long day," Mathew muttered.

He laid down on some mattress Daniel organized for them while they were away. Nadia laid down on top of his right side. Her body coiled around his arm while the girl stuffed his hand right between her warm thighs.

Daria occupied Mathew's left arm. Even though they all laid down a while ago, she was still wiggling around in search of a more comfortable position. And with how she hugged herself into Mathew's shoulder, she continued to rub her soft curves against his arm.

Ultimately, Mathew only had two sides. As such, after quite the conflict earlier on, Leila ended up snuggling to Daria's back. Even then, though, she reached out over Daria's hip and snuck her hand into Mathew's pants.

'Even though they all know how tired we are,' Mathew thought, his eyebrow twitching as he continued to endure Leila's teasing.

"But we can finally get some rest," Nadia muttered softly before snuggling up even higher on Mathew's chest.