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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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What do you plan to do? (r18)

"You girls are really too feisty," Mathew muttered when Leila finally reached her climax before softly falling down on his chest.

"We are right at the age when it's no shame to be like that," Nadia countered with amusement while she kept playing with Mathew's ears.

"I'm not trying to shame you guys nor am I protesting against this treatment," Mathew announced just in case before shaking his head. "But we really do need to get some rest," he added, revealing what was bothering him.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Daria asked. She has long vacated the spot on his face, fully satisfied with going at it just once. Right now she laid down by Mathew's side and fiddled around with the fingers of his left hand. "We all aimed to get this fortress done. We did it. So what's the rush now?"